The Might of His Strength, chapter 8
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scripsiTitle: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 8/?
Word Count: 1315
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: Abduction, non-con, violence, magical coercion, rough sex- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
Evy turned around to demand an explanation of Imhotep, but she was distracted by Ardeth’s beautiful face. She had always found him handsome, but now it felt like she saw him for the first time, and she couldn’t stop looking at him. The black, lustrous curls framing his face; how she longed to run her fingers through them and see if they were as silken as they looked. And his face, the cheekbones, the proud nose, the sensuous curves of his lips. Evy wanted to kiss them so badly her own mouth seemed to throb at the thought. And his brown eyes, so intelligent and fierce, but also kind. Kind eyes, like Rick’s. The thought of her husband sobered her up, and she turned back to Imhotep.
“What was it in the wine? Some kind of aphrodisiac?”
“For you two, yes.”
“Make it stop.”
“It can’t be stopped. You have to follow its course to the end and let it burn out.”
Ardeth looked at Imhotep in horror. “No!”
Evy shook her head in mute protest, but she could feel the heat from the potion working its way through her body, its effect increasing by the minute. This was nothing like the compulsion Imhotep had put on her before. That arousal she knew she could fight if she was left alone; this was something else. This enchantment rose like a flood inside her, engulfing her with need. Her mind could tell her this was not something she wanted, but there was no possibility to withstand it.
Ardeth, still kneeling, struggled to stand and Imhotep bowed down and pulled him up to his feet. Evy couldn’t help admiring the muscles moving on Imhotep’s broad shoulders and back. Then she gasped in shock as Imhotep took Ardeth’s face between his hands and kissed him. Ardeth reeled violently back, his eyes flashing in anger, but there was another fire in them too, and Evy knew he was feeling the same things she did.
“Release him and go,” Imhotep ordered the guards.
Once freed Ardeth clenched his hands, but he made no move to attack Imhotep, something Evy knew he would have done under normal circumstances. Instead, he looked at her with such longing she couldn’t help but take a few steps closer to him. Imhotep took her hand and pulled her even closer, and she suddenly stood face to face with Ardeth, who lifted his hand to touch her face. It was a gesture of such tenderness Evy could feel her heart constrict.
“Oh Evy,” he whispered into her ear, words for her alone. She found his hand and took it, squeezing it hard, knowing this was the last thing of her free will she would do tonight because now the enchantment swept like a tidal wave through her and she knew she was lost to it.
Evy raised her face to Ardeth, and he kissed her, and she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She could feel Imhotep behind her, so close she could feel his arousal pressing into her, his hands caressing her breasts, then pinched her nipples through the sheer fabric of her gown. Too harshly; it hurt and under normal circumstances, Evy would have disliked it, but now it sent spikes of pleasure through her. She could feel the clasps of her gown being undone, and it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. Ardeth broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt, revealing a torso with lean muscles chiseled by fights and riding through the desert. There were tattoos on his body too, and a few battle scars. Evy tried to take a step back to admire him, but between Imhotep and Ardeth there was no room to move much. She leaned back against Imhotep’s chest, tracing her fingertips over the marks on Ardeth’s body, wishing she could hear the stories behind them.
Imhotep pulled her head back by her hair so he could kiss her, and when she was released, Ardeh kissed her again. Evy could feel hands caressing her neck, arms, stomach, then on her breasts and between her legs. She grew dizzy, trying to bestow as many touches as she received.
“You want him?” Imhotep whispered in her ears. Evy’s voice sounded hoarse when she answered.
“Yes.”
“And me too, at the same time?”
Evy wanted to say no but nodded instead. “Yes.”
Imhotep reached out a hand and caressed Ardeth’s cheek. “Don’t worry, my beautiful Medjai. I will have you too before the night ends.”
Ardeth grimaced at his words but leaned into the touch, as helpless as Evy to fight the love potion.
“Come.” Imhotep pointed at a doorway behind the altar, and then took Evy’s arm as she stumbled, unable to make her legs carry her properly. Ardeth followed, still touching her, and Evy responded by tugging at his trousers. They made slow fumbling progress despite the short distance, and when they stepped inside, it wasn’t only Evy who was naked.
The small chamber, the same one Evy realised which must once have held the canopy chest, had been decorated in the same manners as the chamber they just left. The tiny part of Evy’s mind which wasn’t addled by Imhotep’s sorcery noticed how lovely it was. But most of her attention focused on the bed in the middle of the room, and she eagerly allowed herself to be steered towards it. Her limbs didn’t quite want to obey her, and he was further hampered by being so entangled with both Imhotep and Ardeth’s, but somehow Ardeth ended up on his back, and she straddled him. Evy’s hair fell down around their faces as she kissed him, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel Imhotep’s hands around her waist, positioning her so she could sink down on Ardeth’s straining sex. The feeling of him inside was enough stimulation to bring her over the edge, but she didn’t stop moving, raising her hips only to sink down again, Ardeth arched his back underneath her, and Evy rocked against him faster and faster.
For a moment Evy had forgotten Imhotep’s existence but now she could feel him caressing her back and buttock, his finger, slick with oil finding their way between her cheeks, before slipping inside her. It was a new sensation, bordering on painful, but Evy still pushed back against it, only to be pushed down by Ardeth’s strong grip on her hips to meet his thrusts. When Imhotep removed his fingers, Evy could hear herself mewl in disappointment. Then she could feel his manhood push inside her, large and hard, and this time it hurt. For a moment the pain cut through the enchantment, and Evy struggled against it, but then he drove himself deeper, trapping her between the two men’s bodies. Imhotep kissed her neck, mumbling soothing words, and she relaxed. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this stretching fullness inside her, and though the pain didn’t completely disappear it still transformed into a new kind of pleasure. She came again, her writhing body bringing Ardeth with her, his fingers digging into her waist as if he tried to bring them even close. Imhotep was still moving inside her, thrusting hard before he too found his release. Evy slumped against Ardeth’s chest, heart hammering. For a few brief minutes while she regained her breath she thought it would be over now; surely this would be enough to burn away the effects of the aphrodisiac. But then Ardeth rolled over, and she found herself on the back instead and before she had time to react, he was inside her again, hard and ready. Evy dimly thought it would be a very long night, but then the ardour of Ardeth’s embrace made her own desire flare up again, even stronger than before, and she was lost to passion once more.
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 8/?
Word Count: 1315
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: Abduction, non-con, violence, magical coercion, rough sex- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
Evy turned around to demand an explanation of Imhotep, but she was distracted by Ardeth’s beautiful face. She had always found him handsome, but now it felt like she saw him for the first time, and she couldn’t stop looking at him. The black, lustrous curls framing his face; how she longed to run her fingers through them and see if they were as silken as they looked. And his face, the cheekbones, the proud nose, the sensuous curves of his lips. Evy wanted to kiss them so badly her own mouth seemed to throb at the thought. And his brown eyes, so intelligent and fierce, but also kind. Kind eyes, like Rick’s. The thought of her husband sobered her up, and she turned back to Imhotep.
“What was it in the wine? Some kind of aphrodisiac?”
“For you two, yes.”
“Make it stop.”
“It can’t be stopped. You have to follow its course to the end and let it burn out.”
Ardeth looked at Imhotep in horror. “No!”
Evy shook her head in mute protest, but she could feel the heat from the potion working its way through her body, its effect increasing by the minute. This was nothing like the compulsion Imhotep had put on her before. That arousal she knew she could fight if she was left alone; this was something else. This enchantment rose like a flood inside her, engulfing her with need. Her mind could tell her this was not something she wanted, but there was no possibility to withstand it.
Ardeth, still kneeling, struggled to stand and Imhotep bowed down and pulled him up to his feet. Evy couldn’t help admiring the muscles moving on Imhotep’s broad shoulders and back. Then she gasped in shock as Imhotep took Ardeth’s face between his hands and kissed him. Ardeth reeled violently back, his eyes flashing in anger, but there was another fire in them too, and Evy knew he was feeling the same things she did.
“Release him and go,” Imhotep ordered the guards.
Once freed Ardeth clenched his hands, but he made no move to attack Imhotep, something Evy knew he would have done under normal circumstances. Instead, he looked at her with such longing she couldn’t help but take a few steps closer to him. Imhotep took her hand and pulled her even closer, and she suddenly stood face to face with Ardeth, who lifted his hand to touch her face. It was a gesture of such tenderness Evy could feel her heart constrict.
“Oh Evy,” he whispered into her ear, words for her alone. She found his hand and took it, squeezing it hard, knowing this was the last thing of her free will she would do tonight because now the enchantment swept like a tidal wave through her and she knew she was lost to it.
Evy raised her face to Ardeth, and he kissed her, and she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She could feel Imhotep behind her, so close she could feel his arousal pressing into her, his hands caressing her breasts, then pinched her nipples through the sheer fabric of her gown. Too harshly; it hurt and under normal circumstances, Evy would have disliked it, but now it sent spikes of pleasure through her. She could feel the clasps of her gown being undone, and it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. Ardeth broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt, revealing a torso with lean muscles chiseled by fights and riding through the desert. There were tattoos on his body too, and a few battle scars. Evy tried to take a step back to admire him, but between Imhotep and Ardeth there was no room to move much. She leaned back against Imhotep’s chest, tracing her fingertips over the marks on Ardeth’s body, wishing she could hear the stories behind them.
Imhotep pulled her head back by her hair so he could kiss her, and when she was released, Ardeh kissed her again. Evy could feel hands caressing her neck, arms, stomach, then on her breasts and between her legs. She grew dizzy, trying to bestow as many touches as she received.
“You want him?” Imhotep whispered in her ears. Evy’s voice sounded hoarse when she answered.
“Yes.”
“And me too, at the same time?”
Evy wanted to say no but nodded instead. “Yes.”
Imhotep reached out a hand and caressed Ardeth’s cheek. “Don’t worry, my beautiful Medjai. I will have you too before the night ends.”
Ardeth grimaced at his words but leaned into the touch, as helpless as Evy to fight the love potion.
“Come.” Imhotep pointed at a doorway behind the altar, and then took Evy’s arm as she stumbled, unable to make her legs carry her properly. Ardeth followed, still touching her, and Evy responded by tugging at his trousers. They made slow fumbling progress despite the short distance, and when they stepped inside, it wasn’t only Evy who was naked.
The small chamber, the same one Evy realised which must once have held the canopy chest, had been decorated in the same manners as the chamber they just left. The tiny part of Evy’s mind which wasn’t addled by Imhotep’s sorcery noticed how lovely it was. But most of her attention focused on the bed in the middle of the room, and she eagerly allowed herself to be steered towards it. Her limbs didn’t quite want to obey her, and he was further hampered by being so entangled with both Imhotep and Ardeth’s, but somehow Ardeth ended up on his back, and she straddled him. Evy’s hair fell down around their faces as she kissed him, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel Imhotep’s hands around her waist, positioning her so she could sink down on Ardeth’s straining sex. The feeling of him inside was enough stimulation to bring her over the edge, but she didn’t stop moving, raising her hips only to sink down again, Ardeth arched his back underneath her, and Evy rocked against him faster and faster.
For a moment Evy had forgotten Imhotep’s existence but now she could feel him caressing her back and buttock, his finger, slick with oil finding their way between her cheeks, before slipping inside her. It was a new sensation, bordering on painful, but Evy still pushed back against it, only to be pushed down by Ardeth’s strong grip on her hips to meet his thrusts. When Imhotep removed his fingers, Evy could hear herself mewl in disappointment. Then she could feel his manhood push inside her, large and hard, and this time it hurt. For a moment the pain cut through the enchantment, and Evy struggled against it, but then he drove himself deeper, trapping her between the two men’s bodies. Imhotep kissed her neck, mumbling soothing words, and she relaxed. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this stretching fullness inside her, and though the pain didn’t completely disappear it still transformed into a new kind of pleasure. She came again, her writhing body bringing Ardeth with her, his fingers digging into her waist as if he tried to bring them even close. Imhotep was still moving inside her, thrusting hard before he too found his release. Evy slumped against Ardeth’s chest, heart hammering. For a few brief minutes while she regained her breath she thought it would be over now; surely this would be enough to burn away the effects of the aphrodisiac. But then Ardeth rolled over, and she found herself on the back instead and before she had time to react, he was inside her again, hard and ready. Evy dimly thought it would be a very long night, but then the ardour of Ardeth’s embrace made her own desire flare up again, even stronger than before, and she was lost to passion once more.
