Rediscover: The Mummy

Male Reader x Male Monster

You work in an antique shop owned by a relative of yours.You're not sure how you're related to them, you've just been told all your life that you were. He's a strange fellow, traveling around the world, sometimes without notice, sometimes never saying a word until he returns. But he always returns and when he does he brings with him a new inventory of things. It's your job to catalog, research, price, and contact the proper people about these items.

Some of the things he finds amaze you. Antiques and relics from far off places that, more often than not, museums and historians come to purchase. Although, most times, your relative asks that you give them the item with a promise of photographs he can hang in the shop.

It is a dream job for you, surrounded by history and art, things you had never dreamed to see or touch in your lifetime. You take pictures of the items before and after cleaning and catalog them in albums that your relative insists be kept as organized and detailed as possible. It was probably the one thing he was most strict about besides preserving the integrity and history of the items.

At first, the task seemed daunting, far beyond your capabilities, but now it was as easy as could be and you could sweep through it with little problem. Cleaning was a bitch though and sometimes you called in help to clean the pieces. Professionals had lined up at the door leaving their names and numbers at the chance to work with your odd little relative. You've kept in touch with some, building relationships with them because of their hard work. You know historians, archeologists, artists, and tons more people so intelligent in the field. You figured yourself ready for anything your relative brought in.

Until now.

You stare up at the sarcophagus with your jaw open wide. Your relative beaming as he stood beside it.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You ask. "I don't think bringing in a coffin will be good karma for anyone."

"Oh don't worry so much," he laughs. "I rescued this thing from some millionaire's hoarding."

You look at the sarcophagus again as your relative blathers on about his story and how he dealt with the strange millionaire and pried the items from his dusty, old hands. You feel strange looking at the thing. A massive stone coffin covered in faded carvings and writings. It looked like at one pointed it had been sealed with paper charms that had faded and rotted away with the centuries. It was adorned with a golden face and hands. The eyes were strangely closed, the lips parted as if they were sleeping. In one hand they held a jar, in the other it looked like a blossom, but it was faded and chipped away. There was something not quite right with the air in the room and you couldn't tell if it was your own nerves or something more supernatural than that.

"Take care of it like you always do," you relative says.

"Wait I-" you're cut off as he leaves, laughing to someone outside. You stand alone in the workroom with it, staring up at it. You left it alone for the day, contacting some of your usuals to see above a proper cleaning and an artist detailing. You want to call a museum but for some reason stopped yourself and went on home.

The next day you arrive early so you can let the archeologist who means to clean it come in. You go into the workroom where it has been locked away and you smell something. It's intoxicating, the best perfume you've ever smelled. Rich and spicy, a dusky dark scent that you can't place no matter how hard you try to decipher it.

You set to work, turning on the lighting and lowering a backdrop to take the before cleaning images for the catalog. As you take the pictures and go back through the camera, you see something that sets your teeth on edge. You took over twenty photos and in each one something changes. The opened lips slowly closed, and the closed eyes have begun to open. Looking up at the sarcophagus again you see the eyes are half open and you feel a painful lump in your throat.

You're relieved when the archeologist comes and you no longer have to be alone with it. You watch as he cleans the sarcophagus, watching the eyes become fully open. He doesn't notice this, pays no attention. He's too focused on other things to realize something is amiss.

He leaves again all too soon and while you try to stay and finish your job cataloging some of the other items you fear gets the best of you. You leave on a flimsy pretense and go home, haunted by the eyes that had opened. They stared at you and you could feel them bearing down upon you. You recall the scent though and how alluring it was. Earthy and spicy, making you think of dark rooms and deep kisses.

You realize though that you have forgotten something important back at work. Your stomach churns when you realize you will have to go back and get it. You drive there, a sense of dread suffocating you all the way. You unlock the door and step inside, the fragrance filling your senses as you step inside.

The room is dark and eerily quiet. As you step to your desk to find what you forgot you turn slowly, looking to the sarcophagus and see it's opened. You gasp and stumble backward, frozen solid in fear. You try to calm yourself and keep your hand firmly planted over your mouth to keep the sound of your breathing down.

"The sound of your heart is tantalizing," a guttural voice echoed in the shadows.

You let out a whimper, too afraid to scream. You find your legs again, able to turn and run, but you stumble in the darkness, you fall and your head cracks against the stone floor. As your vision narrows to a pinpoint, something walks before you and you hear the voice say something before you pass out.

You wake up, laying on the sofa in the work room, something cold on your forehead. You groan, touching the side of your head.

"Don't move," the gruff voice commands gently. "Nasty fall and all you don't want anything to shake loose."

You look up, seeing nothing in the darkness, you strain your eyes to find where the voice but it makes your head throb.

"Your heart again," you feel a palm press against your chest, "it's beating fast again."

You see a silhouette in the shadows, a large frame with broad shoulders and thick arms. Thin, draping material hangs loosely about him.

"I'm scared," you whimper out.

He pulls his hand away, "forgive me then," he murmurs.

"I don't..." you try to figure out the words to say. "What are you?" You finally ask.

"A cursed soul," he replies. "Trapped dead yet still living in that sarcophagus. Awake all these centuries, yet lifeless until...well, that is a long story."

You try to sit up again and his hand is at your back, easing you up. "You came out of the sarcophagus," you say slowly. "You're a mummy then...right?"

He laughs, "not exactly but close enough."

You look up, trying to see him. "Then what are you?"

"Are you still scared?"

You take a deep breath and shake your head, "I...I'm trying not to be. It's my job to...to take care and understand the items brought here. So I want to understand you."

He steps into the light, his arms and legs are wrapped and bound in thin fabric, but he looks strong and muscular. His hands are black and withered, scaley and tipped with black claws. His face is the same as his hands, but his features are lizard-like.

You swallow thickly as your throat tightens. He sits beside you and the spicy scent wafts from him. He tells you his story, how he was once a man who had clairvoyant powers and often was in contact with what he assumed were Gods. It was revealed to him, though, he had in fact been speaking to demons. This information led him to be cursed and the people he once served turned on him, mummifying him and entombing him away even though his curse kept him alive. He couldn't sleep all he could do was suffer away inside that sarcophagus.

For a brief moment, he thought he would be free, able to escape and try to find his own peace. Unfortunately, his sarcophagus was once again entombed, only somewhere more insufferable. The old millionaire had purchased him and kept him in his home as some macabre center piece, only to be hoarded away and covered in boxes until your relative saved him.

"I had managed to lock myself away inside my mind, it was hearing your heartbeat that I was finally able to listen to the world again."

You realize you've inched closer to him, close enough your legs are almost touching. He looks down at you and you feel your cheeks burn. Your heart begins to hammer again and he tilts his head inquisitively.

"Are you frightened again?" He places his hand over your chest again.

"No," you bite your lip, "no, I'm not afraid at all this is uhm..." You hear keys in the door at the front, the staff coming in for the day.

"I should hide," he murmurs as he stands and goes back to the sarcophagus.

"Are you sure?" You gasp.

"It will only be for a moment compared to what I have suffered," he smiles at you as you stand before him. "And perhaps I shall see you again."

You nod, "I'll wait here. I'll let you know when the store is empty again." You place your hands on the lid, helping him close it as the doors to the workroom open and your relative lets himself in.

You're pleased that your day is busy and it goes by relatively fast. You watch as everyone leaves, making an excuse you need to work late to make up for your time the day before. You turn to the sarcophagus, watching as it opens and he steps out.

Your breath leaves you for a moment as you look at him, he's monstrous but graceful, every move he makes elegant and fluid. Your heart hammers again as he turns to you, his eyes lidded slightly. He presses his palm over your heart again and you hold it there, pressing his palm to your chest and letting him feel it beat.

You're embarrassed as your cock begins to throb, thickening as his touch lingers. His scent is intoxicating now, like a pheromone scrambling your brain. You have been smelling him all day, your mind wandering and fantasizing. You swallow back, trying to keep your body calm.

"Your body," he growls next to your ear, his breath and voice starting to make it difficult to focus on anything, "the warmth is alluring,"

"Mnh," you whimper slightly as he claws down your chest and palms between your legs, feeling your heat directly as it thickens to his touch. "I'm sorry I-"

"Don't apologize," he growls and rubs more, feeling you grow and harden. "It has been a painfully long time for me as well," he dips down, kissing you.

You sigh into his kiss, meeting his tongue as it parts your lips. He tastes like earth and rich oils. His long, thick tongue slithers down your throat and you think to yourself how good it would feel elsewhere.

He pulls back and strips you, looking down at your naked body he rubs his hands all over you, kneeling down and opening your legs. He kisses your stomach and chest, groping your ass as his tongue wraps around your fully erect cock.

You grunt, gripping the top of his head as he sucks on you and licks the precum dripping down from your slit. His tongue coils around you, constricting and stroking you as he squeezes your sack.

"I'll cum!" You gasp, "please...." you whine out.

He releases you for a moment, "do you not want to?" he licks his chops.

"Not now," he pant and you bend over your desk, presenting your ass to him. "When...when you're inside me."

A dark, throaty chuckle echoes in the room and he comes up behind you, he kisses your shoulder and back, kneeling down again. He kisses your plump cheeks and squeezes them, his tongue lapping between your thighs and against your sack before it swirls around your pucker.

You bite your cheeks and grunt, wiggling your hips and pressing closer to him. He grips your hips, holding them firmly as he nips your thigh.

"Let me savor this," he snarls.

"Yes...sorry," you pant.

He licks again, his tongue slick and slimy like oil. You feel him ease inside you and you choke back the excited moans as his strange tongue slicks its way inside and back out, pushing in again and going deeper.

You sigh softly, enjoying the sounds of his grunting and growling behind you. His sharp fingers kneading into your ass. His tongue slips out and you want to pout until he slips a finger inside. You gasp in surprise and he chuckles again.

"You seem ready," he pulls his finger out and stands up behind you. His hands grip around your waist and he kisses your back and shoulder. He turns you around to face him and you meet his kiss. You wrap your arms around him, moaning against his lips as he kisses you hungrily.

He rubs his cock against yours, it's long and thick, with ridges on the belly that feel so good against you. You kiss him as he lifts you up, his strong arms holding you as he eases you down onto his cock. You bury your face in his neck, surrounding yourself in his delicious aroma. You bite and kiss his neck, hearing him moan lustfully as he opens you up and pushes inside.

You cry out, gripping tight to him as his claws dig into your ass again, his rigid shaft stuffing you full and pushing inside deep. You catch your breath for a moment, squeezing onto him before relaxing and rolling your hips.

He growls into your ear, kissing and biting your shoulder as he presses your back against the wall. He pulls back, watching as he pulls out of you and then disappears back inside. Watching as you take every last inch of him.

He licks his chops and meets your lustful gaze. He strokes your cock as he begins to move and you let out a careless wail.

"After all these years," he snarls, "I still know how to please."

You bit your lip as you look back at him, your hair falling into your eyes. "Thank the gods," you pant.

He laughs and pushes in hard, kissing you as he begins to move his hips harder and faster. His thighs clapping to your ass, his movements are as elegant and precise as ever. You moan into his mouth, begging for more, whimpering to feel him.

He pets your face, pressing his thumb against your tongue. "I have a lot of time to make up for," he whispers to you, sharp teeth nipping your ear, "be prepared for more."

You gasp, back arching as your cum against your stomach and his fingers. You tighten around him as he continues to move inside you. Panting hard you watch as he licks your milky seed from his finger tips.

"I missed this flavor," he snarls. "But I am going to stuff you full."

You pull him in to kiss, his mouth parting as his grunts turn into howls and pleasured sighs.His cock throbs inside you, thickening slightly and then you feel him release inside. His thick, hot, cum gushing inside you. You moan again and suck his tongue as his hips tremble.

He remains in place as he moves you to the sofa, laying on top of you as you both catch your breath and your bodies cool. He nuzzles and kisses, licking your nipples as he holds you. He pulls out slowly and snuggles into you.

"I haven't known human touch in so long...I got carried away."

You pet him lovingly, kissing the tips of his ears. "I enjoyed it, don't worry. I haven't felt this good in ages."

He nibbles at your ribs and lifts up, kissing you lovingly. "You remind me of someone from long ago...your words and your heart...they're like his."

You cup his cheek in your palm and smile softly at him. "I hope to continue being special to you."

He kisses you again and you feel tears run down his cheek. You kiss them away and hold him.

"Let's go home," you whisper to him. "You can stay with me," you dress and take his hand, leading him outside. "I'll take care of you, it's my job."