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In the name of Sekmet	By : darkangel985 Category: M through R > Mummy, The (All) > Mummy, The (All) Views: 8291 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mummy movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
The last chapter! My
knowledge on burial rites in Islam is very limited and I adjusted the
information I found to fit my story. So any mistakes I made are
either from lack of knowing better or deliberate changes I needed to
make. The prayer to Sekmet is my own version of an original prayer I
found on the net. The sentence “Rbujuk
ru du yakkuj.” has sprung from my own mind and means “Blessed
be the goddess.”. It is supposed to
be ancient Egyptian.

Chapter 19 – Truly blessed by the gods

As he tried to break
through the Lock-tai leaders defenses Rick continuously felt Sekmet's
presence in his mind. The goddess tried to aid him in his fight,
telling him in which direction to duck and when to thrust his blade
forward.

Without her he wouldn't
have stood much of a chance against the far more skilled sword
fighter, but her warnings enabled Rick to deflect each blow
that was aimed at his body. Listening to another of her advices he
ducked to the left, bringing his sword up in the same moment and
catching the Lock-tai's side. As he got out of the other's immediate
reach again, the red-clad warrior was
bleeding profusely, but the determined look on his face told Rick
that he wouldn't give up before he was dead on the ground.

Once again attacking
Rick moved forward, thinking that the other's strength must have
waned a bit. Having miscalculated he narrowly avoided the sword
thrust that would have directly hit his chest, the blade just nicking
his arm.

It was just a small cut
and Rick barely felt it, adrenaline pumping through his body and his
mind completely focused on his foe. Bringing his sword up just before
the Lock-tai could bury his own in Rick's body, the American managed
to finally rip the blade out of his enemy's hands.

But the Lock-tai leader
still didn't give up, attacking Rick even without his sword, his
hands reaching for his opponent's neck. In his blind and desperate
rush he managed to surprise Rick, his fingers already closing around
the undefended throat as a sword thrust to his heart ended both his
life and the fight.

Looking down at his
fallen opponent Rick felt a roar of triumph well up in his throat,
the primal sound breaking free. It was answered by multiple cries all
around him, the noise of battle shaking him out of the slight daze he
had been in.

The Med-jai were still
fighting around him, but they were easily winning against the
Lock-tai, Sekmet's blessing giving them the advantage they needed to
be victorious. Seeing that no opponents were left around him Rick
knew only one single need, the need to find his lover.

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Swirling around Ardeth
saw Muhammad sink to the ground, the man he had seen as a surrogate
father for such a long time bleeding from a fatal wound in his
stomach. He'd sacrificed his own life to save his trusted leader, the
blade that had ripped his belly apart having been aimed at Ardeth's
back. Aimed by the treacherous Rashid who was now facing Ardeth, his
sword dripping red with blood. His lionesque features were contorted
into a snarl, wild, ferocious and filled with unconcealed hate.

Ardeth could barely
believe the treachery he had just witnessed, the pain he would have
felt at Muhammad's death overshadowed by unbelievable anger. “How
dare you betray your tribes? You have no honor and yet you call
yourself Med-jai.” His voice was more of a roaring growl that
actual speech, but his opponent understood him well enough.

“Honor? Where was
the honor of your father when he took the position that should have
been mine? I was the elder and yet he became leader of the tribes.
And after his death it was you, an incompetent child who filled the
place that was mine. But my time has come now. And when they mourn
your passing in the battle, it will be me who will finally lead the
tribes.”

Having said all he had
wanted to say Rashid attacked, their swords clashing together
violently. Ardeth should have been able to overwhelm the other
Med-jai easily, but during the first few seconds of their fight he
was far too shocked by what he had heard to fully concentrate on his
movements.

The sand was swirling
around them as they moved, almost forming a wall between them and the
rest of the battle. Ardeth and Rashid met in the middle of this sandy
arena, their blades grinding together as they matched enhanced
strength against enhanced strength.

Although their blades
had been forged according to age-old traditions and were manufactured
to hold the raw angry energy the two Med-jai put into their fight was
simply two much, both swords breaking as they clashed together again.

Not even hesitating for
a moment Rashid threw the remains of his blade aside, his fingernails
elongating and forming cat-like claws. And then he attacked again,
the sharp edges of his nails ripping
through the fabric of Ardeth's robes as the Med-jai leader fought him
off. Both of them had their fangs bared, shaking their elongated hair
in warning gestures. Had any of the Med-jai been able to see them he
wouldn't have seen two battling humans, but rather two lions who were
engaged in a fierce territorial fight.

Ardeth's claws left
deep, bleeding cuts on Rashid's cheek as his face was hit, but at the
same time his own chest was scratched open. The scent of blood that
now permeated the air only spurned them on further, all coherent
thoughts drowned out by pure animal instincts. Ardeth wasn't even
aware of the changes in his teeth, all of them growing longer and
sharper to match his canines that had transformed at the beginning of
the battle.

Another mighty roar
broke from his lips as he pounced, pinning
Rashid to the ground. His mind was filled with nothing but the desire
to kill, his prey struggling and helpless underneath him. As his
teeth ripped the other's throat open and blood flooded his mouth
Ardeth was instantly jolted out of his trance.

Getting up off the
ground he saw that the sand that had kept them from prying eyes
slowly settled, the magic that had enlivened it loosing it's power.
Tingles spread through his whole body as the lionesque features
vanished, leaving only the blood that coated his fingers and teeth
behind. Quickly spitting the vile taste out of his mouth Ardeth
surveyed his surroundings, finding that most of the fighting had
stopped. In the distance a small group of Med-jai was chasing the
remaining Lock-tai away, but the battle itself was over.

Ardeth picked up his
broken sword and raised it into the sky, the Med-jai who saw him
echoing his gesture. It was all over. Now he only needed to find
Rick.

The thought had barely
crossed his mind when his lover appeared, running towards him and
frantically throwing his arms around Ardeth's neck. Their lips fused
together in a desperate, relieved kiss, each of them glad that he
hadn't lost the other.

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The last words of the
funeral prayer drifted away into the silent night air, the whole
Med-jai village gathered to honor the one person they had lost during
the battle. Muhammad was lying on a simple bier, still clad in the
bloody robes he had worn during battle. Rashid though also of the
Med-jai tribe had forsaken his burial with his betrayal, his body
left in the desert, food for the vultures.

Muhammad's sons and
sons-in-law slowly lifted the bier, walking in the direction of the
village's burial site. The other warriors followed behind them, the
women staying in the village and filling the night with their cries
of mourning.

Rick walked next to
Ardeth, dressed in a festive Med-jai robe that easily hid the hand
that reassuringly stroked his lover's. Alex and Jonathan followed
behind them, both of them silent and solemn,
blending with the other warriors in their dark robes.

Reaching the grave all
of the Med-jai once again gathered around Muhammad's body, Ardeth
stepping forward to bless the dead before his last journey. Small
cups of water were distributed amongst the dark robed men, the last
preparation before the ceremony began.

As it was both a
funeral and a celebration of their victory Ardeth praised Muhammad's
accomplishments in battle as well as those of the other Med-jai. “By
our swords Sekmet, the great
one of magic, granted us success in our endeavor! Blessed be the name
of Sekmet, blessed be her many names.”

And as a single
voice the Med-jai answered, their shout of “Rbujuk
ru du yakkuj.” quickly followed by the spilling
of water from their cups, the sacrifice of the precious fluid far
more valuable than silver or gold.

Then four of the Med-jai stepped forward, slowly lifting Muhammad
into his grave. And while his body descended into the hot desert sand
Ardeth prayed again. “May Allah have mercy upon Muhammad and us
all. From him we come and to him we all return.” Once again
water was spilled, the final sacrifice ending the burial ceremony.

Ardeth remained standing next to the grave while it was being
filled with sand, Rick not even straying a centimeter from his side.
Most of the Med-jai had already left, breaking the mourning period
for a short celebration of their victory. When the grave was finally
closed Ardeth turned towards his lover, asking Rick to follow him.

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Rick had expected that they would join the festivities, but Ardeth
had lead him away to the Med-jai's horses, only gathering a few
goatskin blankets before riding into the quiet desert night. The glow
of the village lights was still faintly visible in the distance when
they halted, spreading the blankets in the valley between two sand
dunes.

Curious as to why Ardeth had so desperately wanted to get away
Rick asked: “Is there a reason why we have ridden out here?”

Joining his lover on the blankets Ardeth looked up at the stars,
seemingly thinking about his words for a moment before he turned
towards Rick and spoke. “Sekmet has blessed us with a victory
today, but the true blessing I have to thank the gods for are you.”

It wasn't a real explanation, but Rick was speechless anyway,
knowing no other answer but to embrace Ardeth fiercely, their lips
meeting in a hungry, passionate kiss. He hadn't even noticed how
tense he had been over the course of the last days, but suddenly that
tension was gone, causing him to feel freer than he had in a long
time.

They were once again free to live their lives
the way they wanted to, for the moment not controlled by fate or the
wills of ancient gods. Obviously Rick wasn't the only one who felt
the liberation of worries falling away since Ardeth's hands eagerly
slipped underneath his festive robe, stroking over his ass cheeks and
along his spine.

Their tongues tangled together hungrily as Rick straddled Ardeth's
lap, forcing his Med-jai lover to stretch
out on his back. Breaking their kiss Rick quickly pulled his own robe
over his head, goose skin breaking out over his skin as the cold
night wind blew over his exposed body. But for the moment
that didn't matter at all since he was too focused on undoing
Ardeth's robe, his lover's fingers teasing his hardened nipples and
distracting him from his task.

Finally getting the complicated cloth to open and expose his
lover's perfect torso Rick hungrily swept
down and took one of Ardeth's nipples into his mouth, causing a groan
to slip from the Med-jai's lips. His fingers flicked the other
hardened nub, but only for a few moments before he slid lower, his
lover's hard cock a welcome sensation on his stomach.

Too long since he had last tasted the heavenly aroma that was his
Med-jai, so Rick quickly moved downwards, the trail of saliva he left
cooling on Ardeth's skin. His tongue flicked out to lick a drop of
pre-cum from the tip of his lover's cock and Ardeth's hips helplessly
bucked up, while the Med-jai's hands searched for a hold in the soft
sand.

Taking the silky head fully into his mouth Rick let his tongue
massage the sides, enjoying the taste of his lover he found there.
Sliding lower he was delighted by the familiar
and always arousing sounds that slipped from Ardeth's mouth,
proclaiming his lover's pleasure to the dark desert.

Desperate tugs in his hair caused him to ease back a bit, Ardeth's
voice nothing but breathy pants as he asked him to stop. Desperate
for release himself Rick nodded his head, letting Ardeth's cock slip
out of his mouth. But only for a few seconds before he swooped down
again, one of his hands frantically searching for the bottle of oil
they had brought with them.

Finally locating the sweet-smelling liquid Rick coated his
fingers, slipping them down to his own puckered entrance. He had to
let Ardeth's erection slip from his mouth again as he eased the
first finger inside, his voice breathless and rough with arousal as
he spoke. “Do you remember it?”

Ardeth nodded his head, completely enthralled by the wonderful
sight of Rick fucking himself on his own fingers. He could have come
from the sight alone, but he managed to hold himself back, almost
loosing the last shreds of his control as Rick's fingers slicked his
cock.

A few agonizingly long seconds and then Rick's tight heat enclosed
him, wringing a scream of pleasure from his
lips. Rick gripped his shoulders tightly as
he set a furious pace, aided by Ardeth's hands on his hips. Their
moans rose into the desert night, growing louder the closer they drew
towards their releases. Screaming Ardeth's name Rick succumbed to his
pleasure, his cum splattering onto the Med-jai's chest as his inner
walls constricted around his lover's cock.
Too much pleasure for Ardeth to resist against, his release rushing
from his body with a loud roar.

Sated Rick sank down onto Ardeth's chest, still keeping his
lover's softening cock inside. “I love you.”

“So do I.”

And while the two of them succumbed to sleep the lioness vanished
into the complete darkness of the desert night, her paws leaving
small indentations in the soft sand.

The End.

It's done!!! Hooray! Thanks go to all my readers, reviewers and
raters for all the patience they showed and for sticking with me
while I completed the story. This was actually intended to be a short
sequel, written in two to three weeks, but sometimes life just thinks
differently. Once again thanks to all of you and you'll definitely
hear from me again either in this or in one of my other various
fandoms.

Bye, darkangel985

P.S.: When Ardeth asks Rick if he remembers I'm refering to their
first time together.
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