The Forbidden Temple (Closed for pink_silk_glove)

[Dirtydave1974]

Nectar spurted forth covering Priscilla’s face and Jake’s fingers and thumb. The scientists eyes fluttered and a loud moan escaped her lips. She shuddered in ecstasy as though she had just orgasmed right in front of him. Then she stumbled.

Out of instinct Jakes arm shot out and he caught her around the waist to break her fall as her right leg seemed to fail her. The next moment he’d pulled her to him crushing the soft swell of her boobs to his broad chest.


His bulge pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his trousers. Unconsciously he pulled her closer, delighting in the tactile sensation between them as their stomachs kissed.

Mesmerised, Jake stared down at Priscilla’s sticky face and lips and chin. He placed the tip his thumb in his mouth and cleaned the sweet nectar from is skin.

Lowering the digit to the scientists face, he began to wipe away the stickyness from her chin. Then with a soft sigh he traced a line up to those kissable lips.

He softly caressed her bottom lip back and forth.

 

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His arm reached around her and as they pressed together she straightened up against him sending a shudder through her body. Chest to chest, phallus to belly, they stood. Jake licked his own fingers. Priscilla thought that he was going to kiss her and she moistened her lips in preparation, but instead slowly, torturously, he only wiped her chin with his thumb. It wasn't the part of her that needed caressing.

Loosely, her arms draped around his hips, clasping behind his back. She held the notion to push away but found herself far too comfortable to do so. Wavering there for a moment, her chest filled with breath heavy and wanton while her tummy crushed into the minute rubbing of his dick through their clothing. Oversome with the overwhelming yearn of her body for the certain ecstatic relief that the insertion of his prick would bring, her eyes fluttered as she wilted into him.

"What are you doing?" she huffed weakly.

 

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"What are you doing?" Priscilla asked, voice husky.

Jake’s breath had caught in his throat in anticipation. He stared down at her lip, still sticky from the fruit juices. When he did speak he barely recognized his own voice, which seemed to have dropped an octave and was laced with need.

“Wondering what you taste like,” he replied.

His kiss was hard and hungry. The world lost all meaning as he fed on her lips, tasting the sticky juice as his tongue probed her mouth. He squeezed her tighter to his body willing their flesh to become one as his hand explored the small of her back.

His lust and passion were like a fire that had exploded within him and he knew he had to have her. He needed to hear her moaning his name more than anything he’d ever needed in his entire life

 

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"Wondering what you taste like."

Jake's sudden baritone vibrated through her flesh, from her throat and chest on down to her vagina and ovaries shaking her core into a quivering humor, before his tongue delved into her mouth, wet and rampant, slurping and licking into its deepest recesses. Reluctant at first, she caved and kissed back indulgently, a tiny sigh accenting the smacking of lips reflecting back at their ears from the stone walls around them. Her breasts pressed to him, swollen nipples through her sports bra and top agonizingly dragging down by fractions of inches as her back arched, or more accurately, her spine wilted and she sagged in his bold arms. Her mouth nipped to maintain the kiss as Priscilla's body drooped away, her trembling arms struggling to cling to him.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Lips anchored together; Jake moaned with pleasure as he felt Priscilla’s body surrounding to him. Her soft flesh melted into his muscles as he tightened his grip around her waist. Their tongues fenced and danced around each other in an ever-growing fervour. He could taste the juices from the fruit on her. Taste her skin. Taste her tongue and he wanted more. So much more.

Eager to be rid of it, he dropped the half-eaten fruit into the outstretched hand of the stone goddess watching them both surrendering to their passions. Once free of them, he forgot about both fruit and goddess. He forgot about the treasure and the fact that they were lost. He forgot about Balthizare. All that mattered was the creature in his arms. A creature that he wanted to make his.

Jake’s now free hands hurriedly found its way to her spine. Eager fingers made a trail up and down her back-bone. Exploring each surrounding muscle and curve. He pulled her into him and grunted in frustration.

The wet shirt still clung to his chest, reducing the sensation of her pert body. He longed to tear the shirt open and send his buttons flying. To become closer to her. To feel the delight of her warm tanned skin to his. To have her soft flesh tease and massage against his pecks.

But instead, his hand found a home at the place where Priscilla’s spine met her skull, and he lowered her to the stone floor. His palm pillowing her skull against the rock.

His lips broke away from Priscilla’s mouth moving to her cheek and then the nape of her neck. His hips parted her legs. His aching cock pressed into Priscilla’s public bone. A greedy hand found her left tit.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Their bodies pressed together torturously as Jake cradled her to the hard ground and climbed on. He kissed her, nipping and smearing at her mouth, jaw and neck. Priscilla parted her thighs willingly as he ground between them and she moaned sharply, huskily as his erection rubbed across her mound. Rolling her hips, she rubbed back.

Jake groped her breast roughly and a pang of excitement rushed all through her core causing her to tug the hem of her top up to let him reach beneath. Then she slipped her hands between them, working for enough space to undo the buttons of his damp shirt. Fumbling with the first one, she moved to the second and then the third. Then with an opening wide enough to palm his hard pecs, she gave up on the rest. Her other hand slipped down his back to slither under the waist of his pants and grope his churning buttocks, but his belt was too tight to admit much more than her slender fingers. Tenting her knees to afford more room with which to work, Priscilla used both hands to unclasp his buckle. It was a struggle beneath his grinding pelvis but soon the clinking sound as it came apart confirmed the task complete. "Ohh-hh-hh," she sighed with a subtle shudder of passion as her hands returned to his flexing ass to rake him in.

 

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A jolt of pleasure, sparked from the base of his cock as Prisilla ground her sex into his. Jake buried his face into her neck, ploughing her neckline with his tongue, digging his teeth into her skin with short playful nips and planting kiss other every available inch of her flesh.

In the flurry of activity, he could almost swear he heard the beating of jungle drums urging him on. Driving him forward to take the sexy scientist pinned beneath him.

He slipped his hand up under her shirt. Squeezing and fondling at the soft, delightful tit and rubbing his thumb over her increasingly stiffening nipple. At the same time her eager hands were fumbling with his shirt, and then they were on his skin. Exploring, teasing, caressing his body. They found their way to his pants, but the positioning was too awkward to remove any of his clothes.

Reluctantly he released her flesh and pulled himself onto his knees. In one strong move he ripped at his short sending the remaining buttons flying. It fell to the ground behind him, once again exposing his chest. Then he was impatiently working at his belt. Pulling it from his pants and undoing the top button that continued to hold his erection prisoner.

He didn't hear the creaking sound as the door to the temple slid open

 

[pink_silk_glove]

His mouth was on her skin, smearing and suckling. His hand was up her top groping and squeezing. Her hips bucked against his They pawed at each other recklessly, yet it still wasn't enough. They could not be any closer yet she still needed him closer. Writhing beneath Priscilla whimpered in heated frustration as her nipple sprung straight back up after his thumb had passed over it, and she sighed in a huff when he lifted himself from her body.

Shirt removed, Jake's body went into high-definition. Even without her contacts she could see the coarseness of Jake's pores, every hair, every freckle or spot, each moving ridge of sinew beneath the surface of his skin. The welts and scrapes on his arms from the trek stood out like neon and the hot flush of his color clearly faded from white to a blush nearly akin to his hair. His whole body breathed as he hastily undid his pants. From her elbows, she gritted her teeth and lifted herself to clasp him by the flanks and pull him back down atop her, tenting her knees and spreading her thighs for his member to grind into her mound as the Earth vibrated at her back.

"Urrgh," she cursed her own impatience as she realized the inconvenience of her own pants. Then she let go of Jake's body to dig her thumbs into the waistband as she wriggled her ass and tugged her pants past her hips. Her panties peeling with them, exposing her pelt but catching between her thighs. "Hrmpff," she hissed again and kicked off each of her shoes in turn lest they hinder the removal of her leggings completely.

 

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Priscilla yanked Jake down on top of her, and he captured her lips in his mouth. Their tongues wove around each other in a drunken and lustful dance as her hands pawed at his muscles. He could still hear the steady drum beat rising in tempo as their kiss increased in both passion and desperation.

The lower part of her body writhed to buck him off and he could feel her struggling with her pants and shoes. She broke their kiss with a frustrated grunt. Jake lifted himself back up and assisted. He pulled at one boot and then a second and yanked her trousers off her shapely legs. Filled with desire, he parted her bare, bronzed legs and buried his face into his prize. She was already so wet and ready for him. Immediately he was overcome by the scent of her sex. It overwhelmed his senses in a welcoming miasma of lust.

He parted her opening with his fingers and began to explore each of her folds with his tongue. Smearing a cocktail of his saliva and her own wetness over every inch of her aroused womanhood. HIs hands gripped her buttocks pulling her mound against his face. He alternated between lips and tongue to pleasure her until she was writhing and moaning. The drums were urging him on. He needed to taste all of her. To penetrate and know her inside and out. He wanted her moaning and screaming his name as he brought her exstacy.

For a brief second, he lost focus as he spared a thought for himself. He released one buttock and pulled at his own pants until they were below his knees.

 

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She lifted her ass for him to whisk away her pants before he got down between her thighs face first.

"Unghh," Priscilla growled in angst. Her hips began to roll with the motions of his tongue. When he went for her labia, she added two fingertips to her clit. It wasn't enough. Priscilla continued grasping at him as he pulled up until she realized that he was further removing his own pants. Seeing his taut glans bobbing on the end of his stiff shaft ready to penetrate her filled her with overwhelming urge. So close at hand yet not happening, Jake was taking forever.

"Dammit," she hissed through her teeth, and taking matters into her own hands, she tugged him by the wrists tipping him forward from his knees and raking in his butt with the heels of her feet. He was still not close enough. Her hands slithered down his lower back to press his hips down and mash his shaft into her moist bush. Then writhing beneath him she roleld her hips to try to line him up with her entrance.

 

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Priscilla's hands pawed at him. At the same time, she shimmied and began pulling at his hips and body, trying to arrange him like a jigsaw piece that refused to fit into the rest of the puzzle.

Her face was a mixture of want lust, and frustration. But then a twitch of satisfaction crossed her face as she positioned her sex near his.

"Use your words," Jake said with a mocking smile. He pressed the bulbous head of his dick against the entrance of her hidden treasures. One hand grasped the soft flesh of her buttock as he prepared to thrust inside her. "If you want me cock inside you. If you need a good dicking, just ask."

Without waiting for an answer he dived into her wetness with one smooth thrust. He buried his penis deep inside of Priscilla, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips. He took each of her legs and positioned them vertically along the length of his body until her heels were resting on his shoulders allowing him maximum penetration.

Then he began to fuck her. He withdrew from her pussy with a slow languid movement before pounding his length to the hilt. The loud fwhap of their sexes smashing into each other echoed off the walls of the cavern. Then he pounded her again, and again, and again, and again. Slowly but surely picking up tempo as he continued to pummel her.

 

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"Use your words. If you want my cock inside you. If you need a good dicking, just ask."

Of all the times for macho teasing, this was the worst. Priscilla grit her teeth, fully prepared to say 'Will you get in already?' but then he suddenly stabbed, pressing a heavy warbling sigh cascading from her throat as his shaft plunged deep into her greasy slit with ease. He took her with zeal, pinning her legs up ankles-to-ears and began to pound.

"Yeh ... yeh ... ye ... ye ... yess ..." she moaned with each thrust until his pace was took quick for even full syllables and she faded into whimpering huffs. The fleshy smack of impact between his hips and her thighs reflected loud and clear off of the stone walls around them and sounded as if a bystanding voyeur were clapping in approval. The jolts of his hammering thrusts ran up her spine to shake her slackened jaw and force the air from her lungs.

She had wanted him closer and it had become clear to her that closer had meant inside her. Now that he was there it was as if he still couldn't get quite close enough. With renewed determination, she tried to grasp his hips to help push him in deep but his pelvis refused to alter its motions and she settled for resting her palms on his lower back as her neck strained to lift her head and eyes pleaded for more.

"Ohgodyess ..." she hissed as she stretched out her toned legs and watched her own toes begin to curl.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

He was fucking her.

He was actually fucking Priscilla! Part of his brain could scarcely believe this was happening, but his body wasn’t interested in what his brain was doing. He was consumed with the fire building between them and the gradual stirring of his juices, sending pulsing waves of pleasure that followed each thrust as he relentlessly drilled the sexy scientist.

It seemed as though he were possessed with boundless energy. Maybe it was the fruit he’d eaten, or the sound of drumming that he found himself thrusting in time with, he didn’t know. But he threw his fuck into her in a series of quick hard thrusts with complete abandon. His body would not tire. It was made to fuck Priscilla. Now that it had found its purpose, it would smash her with pleasure, like a wave at the beach.

She seemed to grasp and paw at his buttocks as though to guide him or somehow take control. But he didn’t want that. He wanted Priscilla to lose herself in the sensation of being fucked. Unintelligible moans escaped from her lips, which encouraged Jake further. Two peaks poking through her shirt that still covered her torso jiggled back and forth within the confines of her bra. showed him the effect the sex was having on her.

"Ohgodyess ..." she moaned. Confirming the effect he was having on her.

So Jake pounded on.

But of course, the pleasure was building in Jake as well. Each slap of his balls as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her womanhood again and again, over and over, set his body on fire. He was moaning and grunting with a building need. A need to be closer to her, to fill her, to delight every part of her body with every part of his. He fell forward so his chest was pressed against hers. His lips found her mouth and he kissed her hard.

 

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He lowered himself, folding her further to the point of some discomfort even as limber as she was for her age but the awkwardness only added to the hot zeal. His face was close enough, she craned her neck upwards again in a jolt to kiss him. Their lips crushed and smeared with reckless insistence. His hips slammed into her thighs, inching her across the dusty stone, stretching the back of her shirt and bunching the collar at her throat as she went. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to clamp him down against the springiness of her bent legs. The further that his fucking urged her back along the ground, her hips rolled up putting her spine into a curl. At this angle the sweet sexy brushing of his sac upon her ass with each rapid ram turned up her heat.

"Ohhbaby," Priscilla hissed on fluttery breath between smooches. "Dunst ... don'tstop," she shivered and tightened her arms' grip.

 

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"Ohhbaby!" Priscilla's arms tightened around Jake as their fucking intensified. Her divine flesh sent trills of pleasure along the base of his sex engulfing his body with a feverish heat. Pulling him into her erotic embrace. Pushing him toward climactic release. Sending him spiralling into a domain without thought, or reason, or doubt. There was only Priscilla. Her lips hungry for his. Her sex swallowing his. Tightening around his base.

"Dunst ... don'tstop," Priscila gripped him tighter. Pulling his sweaty torso on top of her. With each thrust, he rocked back and forth on top of her. Her eyes wide with need. Her mouth parted with pleasure.

"I'm getting close," Jake confessed. He could feel the effects of their coupling bringing him closer to completion. Jakes fingers dug into Priscilla's buttocks and he redouble his efforts. His cock jack-hammered her with growing desperation. He kissed her again. He could feel his dick throb and swell in sweet anticipation.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"I'm getting close."

With a sudden fluttering in her chest, she looked up at him dumbfounded. The cords in her neck strained against the crew collar of her shirt as she froze, her hips and spine taking his reckless piling. He clawed at her ass. He was going to seed her, and she wasn't going to stop him. Unconsciously, her fingernails began to sink into the middle of his back. Priscilla tried to speak but nothing came out, her lungs deliriously corked by the lump in her throat. Caught in the determination of his gaze, her eyes and brow softened. She tried to clench his hot prick in her entrance but seemed to be paralyzed as Jake's next three strokes brought wet slurpy queefs from her spasming channel. On the precipice of climax, her fingers dug in.

 

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Jake's body was on fire as Priscilla's sweet pussy lips urged him towards completion. His grunts, moans and heavy breathing echoed off the cave walls around them. The sounds of pleasure building and layering over the top of each other and cascading back onto the couple before crashing like a wave. "Oh-god-Priscilla!" he cried as his orgasm took hold. For the briefest of moments a voice in the back of his head screamed pull out, but then Priscilla's nails dug into his ass. Jakes cried out. HIs back arched in a blissful spasm. He buried his cock as deep as it would go as his seed erupted inside the sexy scientist.

Panting and sweaty, he collapsed on top of her soft body. All thoughts and doubts lost in a brief moment of post orgasmic bliss.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Jake's face suspended above hers contorted as his neck craned back and he lost control. She felt the shuddery spasms in his loins and her eyelids fluttered as if in time with her heart as she imagined his pearly goo spattering her walls, coating her, claiming her.

"Ohh," she cooed softly, shakily as she took his load. Then his whole spine went limp and he crushed down upon her and she squirmed to unkink her awkward position beneath his sudden bulk, yet their hips were still coupled and his shoulder slumped upon her chest as it heaved in recovery. It was done. All was quiet save for the crush of the nearby falls and the sparse chirp of birds. The air was refreshing in the shade of the cave's entrance with the hint of cool mist from the foaming water kissing her skin in the morning heat. She relaxed under him as he softened inside her, slowly receding from his lustful splooge and Priscilla couldn't help but imagine it settling inside her, it's warmth almost soothing in a way that made no sense at all.

The stone of the ceiling cut into the cliffside was remarkably smooth, and past its edge the gold of the left pillar glinted in the sunlight as it shafted straight up into the solid vivid blue of the sky. Priscilla was lost in the Peruvian jungle with no provisions and had just had reckless intercourse with a man that she couldn't stand, and none of it seemed to matter. Everything was calm and beautiful.

As she casually wiped his sweat from her fingers on her shirt she felt a thin scrimp of his flesh tug out from beneath her ring finger nail. Priscilla had never scratched anyone during sex before. She wondered what had come over her. His body felt rather heavy upon her, as if he were dozing off. It was typical of a shallow man like him to get what he wanted and check out soon after.

Priscilla lifted her head and took in the curves of his sexy body atop her. She knew that Jake was an attractive man but she had had no idea that he was this gorgeous. His cooling skin, slowly fading from pink to specked white before her eyes rose and fell with his breath and was covered in a subtle glistening sheen. Her fingertips traced down the cords of his back, through the greasy film of his perspiration, into the hollow of his waist, over the short reddening dig marks that she had left there and up over the curve of his exquisite buttock. His shorts lay scrawled about his knees. Beyond that, a section of the stone wall receded from the face of the cliff exposing two bloack entrances on each end.

"Omigod!" she clutched him. "Jake!" she hissed as she patted his shoulders with urgency. "It's open!"

Priscilla squirmed beneath him as she tried to crawl out from under the dead weight of his orgasm, and flinched with a tiny yelp as his softening prick popped out of her leaving it's slimy trail on her labia.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

His orgasm carried him away on a gentle wave of bliss. The intense pleasure from his loins subsided bringing with it quiet relief from all the tension and heat of their love-making.

Her soft body felt so good below his. Her pillow-y flesh cradled inside his. Pricilla wriggled beneath him, but not out of any real protest. More as though to arrange herself in a position that was more comfortable.

The soporific sounds from the jungle provided a lulling backdrop for their laboured breathing, which echoed off the walls and roof of the small cave. Jake found himself drifting away with the nearby waterfall and any sense of time and place seemed to go with him.

"Omigod!" Priscilla’s fingers squeezed him bicep. "Jake!" she slapped his shoulders with insistently. He stirred once more. Had he been dozing?

"It's open!"

“Hmm?” he grunted unintelligently.

The woman beneath him squirmed and his limp member slipped out from her. A subtle act that felt as though someone had ripped a blanket from his bed interrupting his sleep.

Priscilla was pointing toward the door, which was now open. Jake frowned. How? Did it just open itself?

Wait! They had access to the temple. Oh. My. god. They had access to the temple. They were in.

He pulled himself up from his knees freeing Priscilla from their previous coupling. Both spent a hasty moment rearranging clothes. A niggling part of his brain insisted that he would need to deal with what had just happened between them, but for the moment the afterglow from the sex, and any associated emotional fallout from the act, was banished by their mutual excitement of what might lie beyond.

Jake inched to the left and peered through the door trying to get a peek. It felt wrong to barge straight in. He'd been planning for this moment for what felt like months. Now he was here, he felt a need to treat the space with a level of reverence that he didn't quite understand.

From what he could see, the chamber beyond was lit from several torches fixed into sconces in the side wall. The torches had just recently come to life, but by whom or with what mechanism, Jake couldn't see from here. Several still figures stood in various standing, sitting or lying positions inside, but it was difficult to make out any features or get a proper look from where he stood.

He glanced across at his companion. Her face was still flushed red from their previous acts, and had a calm look of post-fucking serenity. Her eyes, though, were filled with excitement.

“We’re going in right?” he grinned at Priscilla.

 

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As Jake started to move, she pushed him off and scrambled to her knees. Then grabbing her pants, she paused when she noticed that the Goddess' outstretched arm. It was lower now, definitely, and the rubies on her nipples seemed to shimmer in the light.

"We're going in, right?"

He'd already been in.

"Who's there?" she asked to no one in particular. The torchlight alarmed her. "Someone's there," she told Jake tersely. "Someone had to light those torches!" There was no such thing as magic, only science. Someone was in the temple. The only question was the number of inhabitants. This would explain the immaculate upkeep of the entrance, bridge and pillars, as well as the timely opening of the slab of rock. Suddenly feeling naked in front of strangers unseen, Priscilla hastily fished her panties from her trousers, sat and slipped them on before standing and stepping back into the pants. Then bending for her shoes, she sat again to pull them onto her feet. As she rustled about, the ickiness in her vagina reminded her that she'd just let Jake cum in her. It wasn't so soothing now, as if some sort of spell had been broken. "Ugh!" she chastised herself for so foolishly letting down her guard.

Rising finally, she took a cautious step towards the entrance as she gazed within. A circle of coupled statues posed in the flickering orange hues.

"Wait," she warned him. "Someone will come out." She stood in the silence for a moment. "Hola?" she called out rather nervously. No one answered. Nothing moved.

 

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"Wait," she warned him. "Someone will come out."

Priscilla's reaction alarmed him. He glanced from the flushed cheeks of the woman by his side to the chamber beyond. The torches flickered as though recently lit. Of course. How could he have been so stupid. Torches don't just light themselves. That meant either someone had been waiting for them the whole time, or someone got here first. Balthizar?

"Hola?" Even Jake could here the tremor in her voice. That tremor echoed for a moment back at them.

"We're armed," he shouted, trying to make his voice sound threatening. He glanced around looking for something he could use as a weapon. There was nothing. "So no funny business. Come out nice and slow."

A beat, followed by nothing. Jake could here the soft crackle of fire nibbling at each of the torches. But nothing else. The shadowy figures inside weren't moving. The room beyond was still. Jake chewed on the inside of his mouth. Considering whether to follow up his bluff with more bluster. Another moment passed. Still nothing.

Something primal within him urged him forward. To deal with whatever threat waited head on. He rocked back and forth. HIs hands balled into fists. But he waited. He waited because that was what Priscilla wanted of him.

 

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Still there was no answer. Locals could be wary, very wary of strangers and there was immense treasure already at hand. Priscilla's mind scrambled to think just who might be guarding all of this. It may have even all made sense except that it couldn't be possible to keep such a shrine hidden and secret. A simple airplane above would spot it with no trouble at all. For a moment she thought that someone may have gotten there ahead of them - and that someone would have been Balthizar.

"We're armed, so no funny business. Come out nice and slow."

Priscilla looked at Jake with a sideways glare. They were quite possibly not in a position to bargain, and now if his bluff were to be called they would have an added mess to deal with.

After a moment she turned her attention back to the room before them. Everything remained still other than the flicker of the torches. The coupled figures were quite obviously passionate poses - appropriate for the worship of a sex goddess for sure - statues tangled and writhing in lustful positions. There were nine in all, arranged around a circle. The one closest at the front was of a couple standing, or at least the male standing and holding the female about his waist, her back arched and head lolled back in bawdy ecstasy. Priscilla couldn't see her face but her hair was curiously and oddly cropped short. Her figure was on the lanky side but with pronounced hips. The male's face was featureless, a point for a nose and ridge for brow but no mouth nor eyes, only the blandest form of cheek and jaw bones. As she looked about, Priscilla noticed the same short hair on all of the other fornicating pairs. Indeed, all of the statues were of the same couple.

The one to the left of the first one, going clockwise had the male laying back on the ground and the woman on top, inverted from him. Reverse cowgirl - the younger generation would call it - Priscilla supposed. The stone woman's jaw was slackened, her mouth hanging agape, her modest breasts hanging pert and peaked with taut hard buds. This one had a face with sculpted cheekbones unlike her lover behind her, his cock presumably buried inside her and 'rock' hard.

In the next one, she was down on her chest, ass up prone for her faceless man as he plowed her. Her neck writhed in exaggerated bliss, turned roughly towards the cave entrance with the same face. All around the circle, the man seemed to be placed inward and the woman on the outside. Towards the back, he stood buttocks clenched as her arms clung around him, her right thigh hooked up about his waist to take him, her chin resting on his shoulder, eyes pinched in pleasure. The next one was on the ground again with his ass once more buried between her parted thighs in missionary, and next to that she was on top, gazing down into his non-face as she cupped his neck in her loving fingers while she ground herself into his lap.

The seventh pair of statues continued the pattern of standing-laying-laying with the female on her feet and bent over at the waist which the male gripped in his hands to pull her against him. Her back and neck erotically arched, the couple faced largely away from the entrance so that the faces could not yet be discerned. Coming back around the far side, the two were entangled on the ground, again her legs up and apart but this time with his feet firmly planted to drive into her raised hips. Priscilla winced as she realized that Jake had just done the same to her. A shudder ran through her, but whether it was disgust or heat she couldn't tell. Priscilla also took note that all of the positions were coital. None were of oral, nor of anal (as far as she could tell by the positioning of hips) and all depicted penetration.

The last figure was good old fashioned doggy-style. Facing almost to the front of the room again, the male this time had a good scruff of her hair in his fist, the female presumably stretching her mouth wide in a combination of stinging pain and reckless lust. Her back arched once more as her stone lover gave it to her from behind. Priscilla paused for a moment. The short hair, the cheekbones, the small breasts, long legs and wider hips. It couldn't be.

"HAH!"

Priscilla's head snapped one way and then the other to hear where the voice came from. She looked over at Jake but hadn't reacted at all. It was as if he hadn't heard it. In fact he hadn't. It was in her own head. It was the voice of the dark-skinned queen in the dream that had awoken her that morning. In all of her work and research in the South American jungle she had never encountered artworks or writings of short-haired females. Now she knew why the sculpted females were cropped all the same.

It frightened her and she began to shake. Her breath grew deep and ragged and her legs felt weak. She looked to Jake again, face pleading but her throat was stuck speechless as she wondered if he could see it too but he showed no signs. If he didn't know, she couldn't tell him. Nothing added up. Nothing made sense. A dream, a ghost, a curse, it couldn't be real. In her sudden fright, Priscilla began to come apart.

"I ... I ..." was all that she could manage before her left knee buckled and she carefully lowered herself to all fours. Perhaps it was all still a dream - just an elaborate nightmare. That would be the only way to explain it. She could snap out and be back in her tent with all of her supplies and others at camp under the blue morning sky. Priscilla tried to call out for someone to wake her but her lungs were empty and all that she could manage was a quiet howl. She needed to lie down. The cool of the stone ground was soothing against her cheek as she did.