Mummy Evolution

The wind roared past Zarah's face as Lord Burrhen's massive wings carried them higher, slicing through the clouds like a blade through silk.

The sky above stretched endlessly, an ocean of dark clouds, while below, the world unfurled in a vast sprawl of dunes, storms, and shimmering rivers.

"What the heck…" she screamed, spreading her arms wide. "FLYING IS SO FUCKING COOL!"

Sett laughed.

Zainah was no better, looking down at the dunes below with her heart beating ten times the usual speed. Her heart raced, not just from the thrill of it all, but from something deeper—something unfamiliar. The rush of the wind, the dizzying height, the impossible freedom… It made her feel light. Giddy.

Happy.

And that scared her.

Happiness had been a stranger for so long. The feeling had become alien. It felt like a fragile thing, something that could slip through her fingers if she held it too tightly.

But unlike her little sister, she wasn't soaring freely. Sett's arms were wrapped around her, holding her close. His warmth surrounded her, solid and steady, shielding her from the chill of the wind.

For once, she wasn't just safe. She was protected.

"Zarah," Zainah exclaimed, laughing as she warned. "Hold tight and don't fall!"

Zarah did not bother and just spread her arms even wider. Sett smirked. "Idiot!"

She screamed: "Sis! How can you say that? This is so fun!!!"

A powerful gust of air blasted the girl right out of Lord Burrhen's body, sending her flying into the storm.

Zainah watched blankly.

"Idiot!" Sett laughed.

Seeing Sett remain calm, Zainah didn't panic. She simply waited.

Moments later, a massive eagle cut through the storm, its wings slicing through the air with effortless power. Clutched in its talons was Zarah, who whooped with laughter, kicking her legs as if this were the best ride of her life.

With a bit of flailing and absolutely no grace, she scrambled onto the eagle's back, her laughter ringing through the sky.

Zainah exhaled, shaking her head.

Then, she felt Sett's hands slip into her pants.

Her breath hitched. Startled, her legs tensed around his hand.

"Soft there," Sett murmured. "Don't fight it."

He eased his hand through the resistance, his touch warm against her skin. Zainah said nothing, only leaning back against him, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

His fingers moved with practiced ease.

"N-no, not there," she managed to whisper. "That spot's too sensitive…"

But he didn't stop. A shiver ran down her spine, her toes curling as her legs stiffened. A dizzying lightness filled her chest, stealing the breath from her lips.

Sett leaned down for a kiss, and she reciprocated by tilting her head. Their lips met, her tongue slipping in first before he took control, deepening the kiss as he claimed the battlefield.

She gripped his hand.

He guided her gently onto his lap, settling her close with a tender pull. As she rested against him, he carefully inserted his hand between her butt and his lap, then pinched the fabric of her cotton pants, working a small tear near her butthole with quiet precision.

He inserted a finger into the tear.

"Nnngh… ahh—please Sett.. ngh!"

His fingers moved back and forth on both holes. She tilted her head forward, her spine curving in a desperate arch toward his commanding touch, a breathless moan spilling from her lips.

"Mmh—hah—ahh… c-can't…"

Sett then pulled her back slightly, making her slowly sit on his lap. Through the ragged tear he'd clawed into her pants, she felt it—his naked, throbbing hardness pressing insistently against her exposed, puckered rear.

"Y-you—ngh—you're really doing that here?" she gasped.

"You don't know how much I've been holding back," he whispered in her ear. "Sit down."

Zainah's closed her eyes, a flush blooming across her cheeks like a wildfire. Biting her lower lip, she obeyed, lowering herself inch by torturous inch onto his unrelenting length.

Nnngh!

Sett kissed her neck, his free hand rubbing her stomach.

She leaned hard against him.

Nggggghhh!

"Huff… huff… huff. You bastard, don't grin. How big is that thing?"

Sett kissed her cheek. "It's quite big."

Zainah breathed heavily, feeling Sett cover her with kisses. For a second, she did not want to move and just sat there on his lap.

Sett fit so snugly inside her, he seemed to belong there. His strong hands slid to her hips, gripping her with a gentle yet unyielding hold. Slowly, he guided her, lifting her entire frame with a tender rhythm—up, then down—her body rising like a tide before settling back onto him with exquisite grace.

"Ahh—mmh. Slo-slow down Sett. Slow—!"

He moved one of his hands to stimulate her in the front.

"There-yes, there!"

Her body trembled, every nerve alight, her tight rear so exquisitely sensitive she could scarcely bear it.

GH! Ah. Hmmm!!!

Soon, sweat matted her forehead.

Her butthole was too sensitive.

She felt him arch into her and all of a sudden, she blanked out.

Ah…

Warm liquid spilled out of her into Sett's hand. And similarly, warm liquid spilled out of him to fill her right up to the very brim.

Drained yet glowing, Zainah collapsed atop him, her breaths heavy and uneven.

She was a beautiful wreck—dark hair clinging to her damp skin, limbs soft and languid—but within her, something bloomed. Her heart unfurled like a flower kissed by dawn, and the world around her shimmered into focus.

Sett, grinning, pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck.

Zainah smiled, soft and radiant.

The sun spilled golden rays through the air, storms painted the horizon in dramatic sweeps, and the sky stretched wide and endless above them.

How beautiful it all was.

Just then, an eagle flew closer to them.

"DAMN I LOVE FLYING!" Zarah shouted.

Zainah blushed, not knowing where to hide.

He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, she can't see it if you just sit on my lap."

Biting her lip, Zainah nodded. "Don't you dare move or I won't do this again with you."

"Okay, madam." Sett kissed the side of her lip.

She melted right up.