Down, down, down the intruder slides, having stepped upon a trapped floor tile in the long-forgotten temple. Separated from her expedition party, the bookish woman slams into the surprisingly springy floor of a dark and mysterious chamber with a loud CRUNCH.
"Oh, bother!" she shouts, grasping for the glasses she had used only moments before to read the hieroglyphics along the temple walls, detailing the trials of the ancient culture.
She stumbles, dusting off her trousers and fumbling for a flint and tinder, but pauses, glancing around.
Was that a light she saw?
Was that a whisper she heard?
Ghastly green lights flare to life upon stone rafters high above. They coalesce together at where she stands, exposing the top-heavy and broad-shouldered explorer.
She holds her hand up to her brow, just below the ponytailed pink hair.
A ghostly voice echoes in the back of her mind, making her whirl around, facing a pole sticking out of the ground, connected by ropes at a right angle. "Introducing from all the way from Anteronia University, tomb robber for the Great Caravan and desecrater of ancient secrets, Doctor Nadiya bint Mariam!"
The apparitions of other sounds fill the air, booing and hissing.
"Now see here!" the sandy scholar says, hands upon her hips. "I am a respected scholar of archaeology. I am no mere grave robber. The secrets of this grand civilization should be shared with the world!"
The lights leave her and circle around in intricate patterns before turning toward the opposite corner of what is obviously some kind of arena. Dr. Mariam's eyes widen as she sees the sarcophagus at the opposite end.
"And in this corner..." the ghostly voice begins, pausing for dramatic effect.
"My word," the scientist breathes, clutching her half-unbuttoned blouse.
The coffin lid bursts down, slamming onto the mat below, making it forcefully shake. A bandaged hand grabs one edge, and another soon follows, pulling out the large, curvaceous, and grinning figure from within.
"Erotiwarrior of times long past, Chosen fighter of the Tournament of Pleasure, and guardian of our sacred rituals. Iiiiit's-!"
"Thiffrin Iccran!" the doctor shouts, dissipating the ghostly voice. "Or would you rather I call you "Mummy Thi'iic?"
Thi'icc stomps out of her casket, her shoulders hunched, bandages dangling down off her body. Her grin widens, showing off the sharp teeth. "Well, now it's not often someone speaks the old tongue."
"I'm a scholar of antiquity," Nadiya says. "Like my father before me. I basically learned it in the crib. I have great respect for your culture.
Thi'icc chuckles, cracking her knuckles. "Sorry, but I can't let you take things, no matter how much you claim to respect my culture. All you poachers are the same. Now, prepare for the mummy's curse!" she says, raising her arms, spreading her legs, and cackling dryly.
"Hold just a tick," the scientist says, holding up one finger. With her free hand, she begins to unbutton her shirt.
"Huh?" The mummy unhunches, watching her with a tilted head.
Soon, Dr. Mariam lifts her top over her head, exposing her toned adventurer's body to the mummy, her breasts bound tightly around her chest. "I may not be an erotiwarrior, but I must respect your custom," she says, undoing her belt.
"Really, now?" Thi'icc says, licking her lips with a long, pointed, black tongue. "Well, little miss Bookworm. Just because you work out by picking up, scrolls don't mean you can go toe-to-toe with me.
Kicking her pants aside, the archaeologist remains in her boots and undergarments, stretching one shoulder and the other. "I beg to differ. You're a thing of the past, best left for study than for battle. I have mastered the sciences of exposing and uncovering history and Thiffrin," she says, hand on her hip and pointing toward the mummy, "you're ancient history.
The ghostly audience boos and cheers in mixed intervals, and Thiffrin stands arms akimbo, nodding once. "Well, then." She says, stepping up to look at her opponent. "Let's see who's really got it. Can you bring it? Because you'll need bandages more than me when I'm through.
Nadiya steps up, her chest pressing against the bandaged chest of the mummy, looking up towards the covered eyes of her opponent. "It will be a pleasure to raid your tomb."
Thi'icc snorts, stepping back, rolling her shoulders, and waiting.
A ghostly green hand picks up an intricate hammer and throws all its might to the ceremonial bell. Its ring echoes throughout the chamber, and the two women rush at each other with its sound. Still, Thi'iic's strike his faster and stronger, hitting Nadiya by the throat and sending her falling back onto the mat.
The swift attack makes the doctor's voice hoarse as she catches her breath. In this moment of agony, the mummy walks away, raising her arms and gesturing to the crowd.
At this moment, when the first attack is thrown, the explorer hops up, licks her lips, and smiles.
A moment later, she rushes up to Thi'iic, wrapping her arms around the ancient warrior, her cheek pressed against her back, her muscles straining as she fights to lift!
Thi'iic gasps, her legs flailing as she loses her space on the mat. She finds herself thrown to the side by the surprise grapple, only to find the woman scramble on top of her, pinning her down, their chests pressed together.
Both combatants smile wide at each other, but Thiffrin Iccran speaks up first. "Oh, honey, you're a fighter, but are you a real champ?"
When she asks this, she wraps her legs around Nadiya's waist. She rolls backward, lifting the woman and slamming her shoulders against the ground. The mummy hops up onto two feet and one hand. "Because a real champ can go beyond what's human!"

Mariam groans as her shoulders throb. Her attempt to overpower the ancient champion had ended with her laying on her shoulders, face right in front of the bandaged crotch of the combatant.
Thi'Icc holds onto her legs, spreading them apart and chuckling.
"And here we have the next round," she says. Can't you hear the excitement in the crowd?"
"S.... Sounds like the wails of the dead," the adventurer says, wincing.
"Oh, that won't be the only thing wailing," the mummy says, and she leans in between the explorer's legs, her tongue rolling out. The thing is long and pointed, with the dexterity to pull her opponent's undergarments aside.
Mariam's face turns red as she struggles to push against the mat. Still, as soon as she places her hands on the floor, Thi'Iic retaliates, hopping up, slamming her crotch right against her face, and clamping her knees against the woman's cheeks.
"Nuh-uh, honey!" she growls. "YOu want to escape? You'll have to make me cum so hard, it'll make my legs give out! I call this one the "ultimate pussy lick lock! Two girls enter this ring, and one left satisfied!"
Mariam grits her teeth, growling while hearing those muffled words through the world's most dangerous thighs. Still, she snaps at the funerary bandages, tearing them off to expose the forbidden lips beyond.
Meanwhile, that pointed tongue pulls Mariam's underwear aside and slurps over her lips. The mummy throws her head back and growls in a long, ecstatic sight.
"Oooh, It's been too long since I tasted a woman this ready! Is this your dream come true? You can tell me!"
Mariam grabs onto the big booty, her fingers digging into Thiffrin's ass as she pushes her tongue past the bandaged barrier.
"Mmm... for a tomb robber, you aren't much of a womb robber, are you?" Thi'Icc boasts. "Let me show you how it's done!" She says this, letting go of one leg to press fingers against Mariam's folds. She pushes her fingers inside, spreading her open from within before delving back with her face, tongue disappearing inside her.
With a quickness that no mortal woman could ever hope to accomplish, the seasoned erotiwarrior strikes true against Mariam's G-spot. This immediately makes the woman tense up against the lashes as the tongue swishes up and down, up and down.
Mariam squirms underneath the mummy, her body heating up from the attention lavished upon her by such a wonderful and prolific fighter. Still, she squeezes that ass, her fingers traveling down, until finally-
"GAh!?"
The mummy pulls her face free from the snatch, hopping away from Mariam. She stands up, rubbing her butt and scowling. "Hey, you didn't say we were doing butt stuff!"
Mariam stands up, licking her lips. "Oh, but the best adventurers always find the secret entrances to the hidden treasures."
Thi'icc chuckles. "Well, you want some treasure; how about some of these!" She grips her chest and pulls the bandages apart, revealing her massive titties before the explorer.
"T... they're glorious..." Mariam says, her eyes fixated on the sight before her. "The fabled breasts of the champion erotiwarrior.
"Glad you like 'em," Thi'icc says; suddenly, she spins around, flinging her wrappings in the air. They land upon Mariam's shoulder, only to grasp her by the neck, pulling her in until she stumbles right into those tits. "Because you're about to face my curse!
"Mmmm!?"
"That's right, dear, many fighters have suffocated in my hold. They used to call me the Mummy mommy because my tits could send you to the afterlife!"
Mariam grabs Thi'icc's shoulders, trying to push herself away, but Thi'icc chuckles and raises her knee on her crotch!
Blinding pain sears through the explorer's body as she collapses to her knees, her hands falling to her throbbing sex, whimpering.
"You can really take a beating, can't ya?" Thi'icc says. "Not bad for a thief, but the game ends."
She stomps on Mariam's shoulder, tugging on the wrapping, pulling her in again between her legs. "Because you're so good, I will let you live, but not without a little warning. You're going to leave this temple!"
Mariam nods, her face plastered up against that pussy.
"And you're going to tell all your explorer friends not to come here again."
"Mmmm!"
"And then..." she says, licking her lips with her long cursed tongue.
"Mmm?"
"Then, you're going to train to be a modern-day erotiwarrior.
"MMph!?
Thi'icc kicks her to the side, standing on her cheek. She leans forward and snickers. "And I will train you to be my successor in the modern age. How's that sound?"
Mariam gasps.
"What's that?" Thi'icc asks, placing her hand on her ear and leaning in. "I can't hear you." She taps the woman on the cheek with her heel.
"Yu..... Yuh..."
"Uh, what? I ain't getting any fresher!
"Yu-yesss, M-Mum!"
"Oh, I like the sound of that!" Thi'Icc says, lifting her foot off of the woman. "Maybe someday, we can have a rematch, but until then...."
She yanks Mariam back up, and the explorer stumbles to her feet. Before she can even react, the Mummy wraps her up in a funerary bandage covering her upper body.
Thi'icc leans in, pressing her lips to Mariam's, her tongue disappearing deep inside her, pushing past her mouth, tickling her uvula before pulling back, her tongue slathered in spit. And then, she grabs the woman, lifts her high into the air, and slams her back down to the ring.
Mariam can hardly believe herself as the cold body presses against her warm one, pinning her down to the mat, chuckling evilly.
"OH, yes, sweetums, I'm gonna love being your manager."