User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Girtablilu Dinoblast987

 You are a really super cool treasure hunter or something. You decide to find some treasure in a desert region pyramid, making sure to avoid the sandworms and sphinxes along the way. You are so very very close to the pharaoh's room... until your excitement let your guard down and you fell down a trap door. While not dead thankfully, you see around the dark room glowing eyes and swinging scorpion tails.

Response: Great, another monster filled pit trap... Well, time to hendle this in typical treasure hunter fashion. With superhuman speed and a lot of screaming. I'm running full tilt down a tunnel with no lights, when suddenly I get tackled. As I'm falling to the ground, I realise it's taking a lot longer than it should. I look into the girtablilu's eyes and we both share a scream as we realise our new predicament.

Luckily we don't land on bricks. We hit a water body of some kind. Surfacing, the two of us reach the shore, panting. Just as I realise how close I am to her stinger, torches flare to life. Looking around we both see dozens of golden armoured beetle girls. Khepri.

One of them grabbed me and started dragging me off, while the girtablilu was subdued by a dozen o them. I got taken to a large silken bed where another half dozen girls sat. I asked what they were going to do with the girtablilu.

"Make her ready." The one leading me said as she mounted me on the bed. I don't know how long or by how many girls I got ridden by, but it ws more than enough to run me dry. I don't know what I was shooting when they were done with me, but I don't think it could have been much.

When I regained consciousness the one who seemed to be their leader offered me a jug of water and plate of exquisite fruit. Once I was done she started gently pulling on my arm. When I asked what she wanted she pointed down the hall.

"She's ready." Was all she said before insistently tugging on me again. I got up and followed, surprisingly recovered after the riding I'd gone through. We entered the large room with the river, and sitting next to a throne, lying on her own chitinuous back with a dazed look on her face, was the girtablilu. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Master." She rose and walked down to us, bowing. "I am yours to command, my king." I looked at her with surprise, before turning to the khepri and asking what they did.

"We made her ready. Ready to serve." The girtablilu starts rubbing herself against me.

"They made it clear I belong to you. My king, my lord, my master. I am yours, to do with and toy with as you please." She grabs my hand and places it on her crotch. She's soaked. I decide to give her what she wants, burying my member into her. She practically cums on the spot, obviously whatever the khepri did to her made her extremely sensitive. Even after I reach my climax, which in itself is far greater than I've ever experienced, I don't lose an inch of hardness. I quickly reduce the scorpion girl to a quivering mess, and then turn to the khepri, s even more emerge from the bedchamber, drawn by the sounds of sex.

Well, there are certainly worse ways I could have ended my career as a treasure hunter.