Synopsis: You, an archeologist, accidentally release a thousand year old, glowing-eyed mummy from its tomb, who has a unique way of saying thank-you.
Warnings: Penetration, dick-having mummy, age gap (millennia, lol)
Possessed Mummy! X Gender Neutral! Reader
Gems painted the high walls of the tomb, aligned in intricate patterns and used as outstanding jewelry for the crudely drawn figures decorating each corner. They must’ve been priceless, worth thousands if you could reach them. You’d get more academic credit than your entire research team combined if you were to bring one back for them to see, leading them to the rest of this amazing, death-trap-ridden underground tomb.
Too bad you were shoved in the bottom of a limestone grave, wrapped in endless rolls of linen bandages, and fucked out of your mind.
“Never in my years--” You had started, watching as the coffin pulled itself open, a wide figure walking from it as if a moving corpse was as natural as the blue sky. The tomb had rumbled once you managed the trick to unlatching the trapdoor, releasing the creature that had been trapped in here for a reason.
Your voice was cut not long after, pulled into the deep bed of the coffin with the mummified beast. Planted ass up, it tore your clothes with what could only be described as inhuman strength. You were a sack of flesh to this bony, wrapped being that glared at you with emerald eyes, commanding you with them.
If this had been some long lost monarch or emperor, it had become more than just an empty husk from millenia ago; now it was a vessel, filled with something mortality could not take. Its bandages stretched across the room, the foul stench of death cascading like a black wave across the open tomb.
Your fingernails left scraped marks on the inside of the coffin, dainty jewelry cascading the bottom of the tight box. They had been buried as a tribute with whatever person laid within the linen wrappings, seeming more like an eldritch, long forgotten god more than a dead body the more it moved.
It groaned, creaking with each touch, every twitch inside you. Dust had caked your lower half, forgotten as sexual arousal rose from the deepest pits of your pleasure. You shouldn’t even be lying here moaning, you couldn’t understand it-- but this creature had drawn it out from you, whipping your hands backwards as its bandages held a mind of their own. Your wrists were pulled by separate pieces of linen against your backside, jerking as your body pummeled with the reverberation of thrust after thrust.
“A kindness…” A husky voice from around the tomb boomed, like the deep echoes of a monster that had been awakened from an eternal slumber. “A kindness for you… for releasing me from my shackles…”
You writhed at the sensation of your orgasm bubbling inside your stomach, pushing your thighs together and biting hard enough on your lip that it drew blood. The metallic tang did nothing to ease your senses, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure as the mummified creature leaned over you, exhaling death in your ear.
This wasn’t anywhere in the guidelines of your job, your life's work-- you had never felt yourself getting aroused at the archeology sites you perused; not until you were at the mercy of this tomb-locked god, one who had unconsciously known your every desire, every pressure point that released your lust.
You clenched your teeth to stop it, to prevent the orgasm from escaping. But it wasn’t in your hands anymore, not as the mummy ground upwards, abusing your insides with a bruteness that you could hardly call “kind.”
It grunted a satisfied, victorious chuckle, letting the cold air from a corpse’s lungs drift against the shell of your ear. It sent shivers tumbling down your skin, foreshadowing only seconds before your orgasm.
It crashed through you with intensity you had never felt before, the bandages constricting around your wrists and legs as you quivered, feeling the mummy drag you through each wave of pleasure.
Time seemed to mean nothing as images of the tomb’s room swirled, your thighs shaking as your orgasm broke into nothing but small aftershocks. You could feel the tense, deadly stiff cock of the mummy still inside you, bandages slowly falling from your arms as your hands dropped, limp.
It’s linen-wrapped fingers came into view, right in the corner of your eye as your cheek lay smushed against the bottom of the coffin.
A pile of rubies strung on thin gold chains were dropped in front of you, clinking beautifully together. Out came the mummy’s thunderous voice once more, pleasure stricken and triumphal.
You really should have seen this coming, you decided in hindsight.
What kind of idiot would decide to break into a museum to look at the Egyptian exhibit with a mummy said to be cursed. The pharoah's curse alleged that who so ever disturbed his rest would be bound and punished to extend the bloodline of the pharoah.
You didn't expect the binding to be literal, as the wrappings around the mummy tied you down over his sarcophagus, withered fingers grasping your skin, feeling your thighs, your hips and your stomach. You weren't sure if you were about to be sacrificed as punishment, or if he would drink your blood, or something.
What you weren't expecting was the pharoah's servants undressing you, exposing your cunt to the cool air.
Surely he didn't even have a dick left to fuck you with? One servant brought forth his canoptic jars, and after moments of wet sounds, the mummy turned back, looking far more human than expected, supple bronze flesh where withered and dehydrated monster once stood.
He pressed his fingers into your cunt with a promise. To extend his bloodline.
"another day volunteering at the egyptian museum, everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the mummy. buddy they wont even let me fuck it"
You can’t fuck the Mummy because He’s in a constant state of resentment for being ressurected into a garbage age, in a garbage country by garbage people who literally stole his remains to display
