The Awakening Chapter 8 That evening Professor Sadik was l..

The Awakening Chapter 8 That evening Professor Sadik was lying on an ancient bed of gold in one of the richly decorated chambers of the pyramid, spooned up against private Smith’s muscular, ripped back. The tough, alpha marine was purring as the older man slid his cock in and out of his large plump ass. While slowly and deeply fucking the previous homophobic Marine, the professor ran his hands over the marine’s thick thighs, tracing the well defined quadcepts. He never stops being amazed by the effects J'ong Ra’s seed has upon a man's body. Men’s muscles became more firmer and more defined after he came inside them. An additional side effect was that their bodies became smooth from the neck down, due to the body's reaction to the god’s semen. The Professor picked up his speed in fucking the muscular warrior, while kissing the marine’s thick neck. The torch light danced off their sweaty bodies and the richly painted walls of the chamber, which displayed men engaged in various sexual acts and positions. The blonde marine was so tight as Sadik picked up his speed and fucked the muscle bound body. Smith was in pure ecstasy as he pushed his muscular ass backwards, flexing it around the Professor’s cock, pulling him deeper into him. Earlier in the day Sadik was fucking the two marines known as Ridgeway and Westbrook. He had the two marines bent over this very bed, their muscular asses side by side as he took turns fucking them both. When he plowed one, he pushed the gold and jewel encrusted phallus in and out of the other marine’s newly created manpussy. Their masculine grunts and groans drove the older man to fuck them harder. Those marines were built to take it hard. Sadik was so close to coming once again inside Smith, when suddenly a sound of an explosion rocked the chamber, sending dust falling from the ancient ceiling. Frustrated, the professor pulled out of the marine’s ass, causing Smith to grunt in frustration as well. Sadik had put on his robe when a fellow archeologist and two half naked Arabic men, former ISIS jhadist, in only pure white loincloths, came running in. “Sir, the marine helicopter had exploded,” the short, fat man nervously spoke. “A helicopter on the ground doesn't just explode,” Sadik yelled. “Send the guards to investigate,” Sadik tried his robe around his waist, covering his still hard, raging cock. Mendez and Omar had blew up the helicopter to draw the guards away from the pyramid. Omar had made it clear, if they failed, J’ong Ra couldn’t be allowed to leave. In the chaos caused by the explosion and resulting fires, the two men slipped into the pyramid. Mendez set upon planting the C4 explosives in the outer chamber at the bases of the four huge statues that supported the ceiling and the entire pyramid above them. He turned and watched as Omar made his way to J’ong Ra’s chamber. The chamber was empty but well lit when Omar sneaked into the room. He began to plant the c4 on the bases of the massive, gold and hieroglyphics decorated columns. As Omar hooked up the detonators, he heard a whisper. He turned his head and saw no one. Then he noticed the statue of J’ong Ra. The skin tone of the statue was now darker than his own olive skin, and it was life like in every appearance. He could make out the lean tight muscles of a youth sitting on the throne before him. Omar’s eyes then fell on the huge diamond that hung from the diamond collar around the god’s neck. Despite being 1000s of years old it was still clear and brilliantly reflected the light from the chamber. It was the largest diamond that Omar had ever seen. The ISIS fighter knew the diamond necklace must be priceless and would fund the jihad for years. Looking around to make sure no one sees him, Omar moved to the life-like statue. He leaned over the statue and grabbed the diamond collar. He tried to pull at it, but despite his strength the ancient collar didn’t bulge. He moved closer, almost saddling the statue’s lap, as he reached behind J’ong Ra and tried to find the collar’s latch. Still, despite how hard he pulled the diamond collar didn’t break or come unhooked. The ancient latch must have rusted over the centuries, he thought. Suddenly, Omar heard a whisper of his name again, this time a whisper in his ear . He pulled back and found himself looking into J’ong Ra’s open, alive eyes. The statue was alive and awoke. In horror Omar tried to pull away, but he felt the god’s hands grabbing and holding him. He struggled in horror, pushing at the lean hard chest of the ancient god. However, ISIS soldier was no match against a god. He desperately reached for the gun that Mendez had given him earlier and placed it against the god’s chest. Omar closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. He squeezed the trigger again but still it wouldn’t fire. J’ong-Ra let out a powerful roaring laughter that echoed off the walls. With a wave of his hand the gun flew out of Omar’s hand and across the room. Omar’s eyes then fell back on to the deep, intense eyes of J’ong Ra and he felt all fight slowly begin to fade. The longer he stared into the dark eyes, the more relaxed he grew. Omar never realized how beautiful J’ong Ra was until now, and found himself wanting to submit to the god. He felt the hard cock pressing against his body and Omar moaned in pleasure. The religious extremist was overcome with the need to have J’ong Ra inside him. His hands moved on their own as he undid his pants and pulled them off his muscular legs. He wanted and needed to be naked as he stripped naked, revealing his lean and tight body. Once Omar was naked, J'ong Ra grabbed his narrow hips and pulled him down onto the thick cock. Omar closed his eyes and moaned in pure bliss as J’ong Ra’s cock penetrated him. It was so thick, yet the straight jihadist felt only pleasure as he began to ride it. All of the religious hypocrisy he was fed from childhood was proven wrong. He was impaling himself in lust as he rode the thick hard cock, up and down it slid deep into him. Omar heard his name being called but he didn’t care. Only thing that mattered was the god’s cock that was buried deep in his ass. Omar threw his head back and let out a deep lustfull groan as he felt J’ong Ra’s seed flooding him, making him one of the god’s servants. Mendez called out for Omar as he ran into the altar chamber with Sadik and the marines following close behind him. Mendez had his pistol drawn as he came to a stop while Omar reluctantly pulled himself off J’ong Ra’s thick cock. His body already felt the effects of J’ong- Ra’s seed, as he ran his hand over his tighter, more defined, and smooth body. Omar turned to Mendez, “it’s no use to fight him.” Corporal stood there in silence as Sadik came up beside him. Then a light smile slowly creeped across the marine’s lips as he put his gun into his shoulder holster. “You are very corrected, my friend.” “Professor, I don’t think we will have any more trouble from your saboteur,” Mendez smirked. Sadik put his arm on Mendez’s shoulder, feeling the marine’s thick muscles through the spandex green t-shirt. “You are truly a loyal soldier to the Cartel.” Omar looked in surprise at the only American he thought he could trust. Everything that Mendez told him was a lie. Mendez was one of them all alone. He knew Omar was watching him and the other marines and faked his concern about the goings ons at the site. It was Mendez who drugged the Sergeant, encouraging Cooper to go with Daniel. He slipped the viagra into O’brian’s drink. Mendez instructed Cooper to lure Smith to the temple with promises of a blow job. It took everything in Mendez’s will power to hold back a hardon when he watched his men being attacked and enslaved. Everyone dropped to their knees as J’ong Ra rose from his ancient throne and gracefully descended down from the podium. The god king was naked except for the jewelry that adored his body. His body was beautiful, chiseled and flawless, with skin the color of light milk chocolate. His massive cock hung freely between his powerful smooth legs. Two archeologists quickly came up to him and draped a silk robe over his nude body. “You serve me well,” the youthful god said as he lifted the marine’s chin with a long finger, adored with ancient jeweled rings, and traced Mendez’s firm jawline. With his hand on the marine’s chin he leaned down and gently kissed the marine’s lips. Mendez closed his eyes in pleasure as J’ong Ra tongue probed the marine’s mouth. “I and the cartel live to serve you, master,” Mendez whispered as J’ong Ra pulled away. The marine lowered his head again. “All that I had predicted thousands of years ago had come true. My followers had survived the millenniums and had raised me,” J’ong Ra's voice was strong and powerful. Sadik was jealous as he lifted his eyes toward Mendez and J’ong Ra. However, J'ong Ra turned toward Sadik, and the professor quickly lowered his eyes in fear and respect. Sadik reached into his robe and pulled out the gold phallus. He remained with his head on the floor as he presented the ancient scepter to its rightful own. J’ong-Ra took it from Sadik’s outstretched hands, “You will be rewarded.” J’ong-Ra then ascended up the podium, while holding the long satin robes in one hand and his scepter in the other as he made his way back up to his throne. “Bring me the one you called Darius Jackson. It is time for him to accept his and our destiny.”