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The cawing was eerie against the general serenity of the island, but Rafel had seen far more horror in his days. It was night, and a mist had begun to creep in from the river path they had taken up this morning during their hike over. A full moon peeked through the woods. Sekhmet had dropped her Go-bag over by a pillar in the great entrance chamber. The floors were decorated opal marble.

Rafel and the other girls sat around as Sekhmet made a fire and skewered the wild pig Blue had so mercilessly chased, caught, and dragged up the Abbey\'s steps in a bloody trail.

Though they had discovered the Abbey of [Saint] Tomasina at a time a little past noon, Rafel forbade anyone to go beyond the vestibule. He understood above all that a temple ribbed in such open riches of gold and cedars, and smelling like sandalwood didn\'t come without it\'s own share of haunting.

Else, the robbers would have thieved the entire Abbey down to the last stone.

He had instructed the ladies to calm their need to explore and wait till the next morning, when in a full, bright day, they would finally light their torches and kick open every single creaking door.

It wasn\'t out of fright that he hesitated, but more of wisdom. He knew he wasn\'t strong enough to hold his own in whatever may lurk within the ghost abbey, much less defend his women, and while he didn\'t doubt their courage or strength, he didn\'t want a repeat of Emberfall. Or. . . Corazón.

He had still stubbornly refused to mourn her. He couldn\'t bring himself to. The imprint of her ocean eyes and Tomboy spirit would not leave his soul.

So all things considered, the Abbey could remain \'untouched\' for one more night.

The area they all settled in had a long arrangement of dusty pews and a covered altar on a raised dais.

Rafel guessed this was the main service hall. He did not see the complete largeness of it in the dark, but he could tell it was quite big. Their voices echoed when they talked to each other. He also spied statues, covered in the same white as the altar; silhouette hallways and winding corridors. A courtyard, and an outhouse beside a bell tower and well that looked the oldest.

"Where the hell are all the people?" Ravenna, who had her head in Aya\'s lap asked.

Aya peered down as she stroked her. "If there were any in the first place, you mean."

"Sure, there were!" Rosa chipped in. "The cloth coverings on the altar and the sanctuary statues tells as much. There were monks here. Notice that praying benches over there, and the Confessional bear no dust marks. The real mystery is, why did they flee?" Rosamunde pointed over to the front left of the hall, where a dark brown docket loomed.

Rafel answered, "I don\'t think they fled, dear. I think something else came in. An uninvited guest, I\'d bet. Perhaps, a creature who does not care for gold or God—which is why we\'re waiting till dawn breaks before any exploration or search. The monks are still here. Dead or alive?

I don\'t know. But I feel we\'re not the only ones who\'ve traced the Book of Souls here."

They ate in silence afterward. Rafel made little jokes just to see the girls smile.

He was making a blushing mess of Sekhmet with his compliments on her cooking when Aya strutted out from behind a cold pillar with Blue, prancing at her feet. "I found the baths."

"What the hell are you guys doing?" said Rafel two minutes later when Aya led them all down a crook in the worship hall to the bath. He was pulling off his shirt to dip into the wide pool filled with clear water when he caught sight of the girls trying to leave, to the stalls. He stared at them. "—Join me," he stretched out and dived into the pool. "The water\'s warm."

Ravenna giggled and ran back. She tossed her towel and splashed into the pool like a little girl, in only her green bikini. She was one rocker of a jailbait. Her head broke the surface. "Thank you. I was hoping you\'d invite us.

COME ON!" She shrieked to Rosa and Aya. Aya leaped in, grabbing her legs midair, and executing a perfect lip before she landed in the water.

Rosamunde took the slab of pool stairs.

"Chicken," Ravenna sniggered, and the detective splashed water in her face.

Sekhmet was the last one in. She slowly loosed the binds on her bathrobe and let it fall.

[ Shower – Becky G.]

"Hot Mami!" Ravenna made air blowing sounds and pumped her fists in the air.

Sekhmet shook her head, smiling—and blushing, inspite of herself as she gripped the iron railing and descended in. Rafel and the girls stared at her. She was too beautiful. She wasn\'t naked. She had on lingerie. But somehow, the dark satin on her was more erotic against her lovely mulatta skin.

She had the fragrance of Persia, and passion of Egypt. Her body was a painter\'s deviant portfolio.

Her panties and brassiere clung to the fleshy heaps of her. The stringy material caught snugly on the sexual indentation between her legs, vanishing into the crack of her ass. And her mommy milkers strained in the taut cups of her bra, her breasts squished together like pears, her cleavage more appetizing to the eyes than a juicy burst of grapes.

Her lingerie grabbed her voluptuous body so hard and good, everything it tried to hide it only accented.

Rosa\'s jaw all but hit the water.

Sekhmet dipped in the pool and rose again. Her skin gleamed the jingle of gold coin, robust with the shine of copper. She was ripe; busty with a fat ass and alarming hips. She put her hands to the pool\'s edge and began to twerk in the water. Ripples ran in her ass crack and and soaked her panties enough to hint at her slit. Aya swum to her and grabbed handfuls of her shaking, creamy butt.

Sekhmet laughed and jiggled more; wining her waist, rolling her hips, grinding back.

They put on a show for Rafel.

"Mhmm, clap those cheeks, Mami!" Aya chuckled, immensely turned on.

She rubbed Sekhmet\'s naked butt, caressed and fondled the globes, pressed and squeezed a sponge over her so that trickles ran in her crack.

She spanked her light and kissed her buttocks. Sekhmet too was turned on. They both loved that Rafel was watching. He had treaded in the pool, over to the rung where he hooked his arms on the silver rails, and sat on the stone steps. His head was crooked to the side. His eyes were wicked rings of brown and gold.

His lips were sugar. His smile was sadistic.

Rosa and Ravenna had stopped playing, and floated without a peep. Two sets of hot eyes roved over the other two curvaceous blonde and brunette just about going at it.

Sekhmet suddenly dragged Aya\'s head down to her ass, sinking her face into her butt crack.

"Ohh fuck," she moaned. "Sniff it. Smell my fuckin\' cunt and ass. Ohh yes, mhmm." Sekhmet pushed her head in the more and under, almost sitting on her face. She wiggled her large butt and Aya panted under her.

Sekhmet smiled. "Oh yeah, you like that? You want some pussy?" She used her other hand to drag her panties to the side. "There you go, all that ass, in your fucking face. You wanna taste some pussy? Go on, bitch.

I\'m gonna punish your pretty face."

"COME HERE!" A hard bass broke out.

All heads instantly whipped to Rafel. His baritone was so heavy with sex, Rosa could taste it in his command.

"Both of you, come here!" He spoke directly to Aya and Sekhmet. "You are both horny little sluts, and you\'re gonna get it." He was already pulling down his briefs. The massive tenting made the sliding of the boxers almost painful.

Aya and Sekhmet swam to him. He grabbed the platinum blonde first. He covered her magical red eyes with his one hand—cause if she kept staring at him, he would come too soon. With the other, he fisted her white waves.

Her head dropped to his groin, his magnificent robust nosh. Her lips were already parting. . .

"You greedy whore! That thirsty, huh?"

Rafel jammed in. Her mouth was so soft and hot he shuddered in the release.

Rosa gasped behind. She made the Sign of the Cross, but she didn\'t look away.