Hey everyone! I finally updated! But before you start scolding me on leaving you guys hanging for so long, I want to thank all of you for reviewing and reading my story. I mean it, thank you.

Now the disclaimer: I do not own anything. That means I do not own The Mummy or the Scorpion King: Rise of a Warrior. If I did, would then I even bother with writing fan fictions?

Oh and I warn you, there is major, major, dirtiness coming up. And I do mean dirty. Like words that little children should not read or know about. It is very graphic. And do I mean graphic.

And I was also thinking of writing this story in third-person-point-of-view. Tell me what you think, kay?

Can we get this over with? I would like to burn the image out of my head now.

Fine, go. Here you go, enjoy!

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When I woke up, I knew something was off. The whole atmosphere was off.

First off, the air was too heavy and thick with heat that it was impossible to be an England summer.

Secondly, the silence was deafening loud. Normally I could hear the wind or some sort of life outside the window to my right that would never properly close.

But my sense of smell is what told me that I was not in the room that Evie and Jonathon lent me in England. What replaced the cleanliness was disturbing to me. I could smell smoke, brimstone, and, what smelled like, rotting flesh.

I could tell that I was naked. The silk sheets covering the lower half of my body proved that. But it also proved that I was not in the bed at Evie's house. I knew for a fact that she didn't own silk sheets.

I couldn't hear anyone in the room, so I sat up and opened my eyes. What I saw confirmed my suspicions. I was not in England.

The room that Jonathon had escorted me to is painted green and blue. To mimic the sea is what Evie had told me when she said that it was my room. Unfortunately, I was not in the Sea Room. I was in a room that I had never seen before.

This room must have belonged to someone who liked darkness or something because the colors selected where demonic. In my opinion, of course.

The bed that I woke up in is a Victorian bed that is dressed in black and red silk bed sheets. The drapes aren't drawn, so I can see the scale of the room.

I must be in a tower because the room is rounded and the wall and floor are made out of stones. The ceiling has what I assume to be a cone shaped roof. And the room is not too large but not too small either.

It has a big wooden door that I could only guess was locked. It had no doorknob of some sort. The five windows are spread out evenly throughout the never-ending wall. They were pane less and had red drapes that were also open.

The furniture is very old from what I can tell. The Victorian bed with sheer drapes and carved posts make the impression that the bed is to be someone of great importance's article. The dresser, that is a mahogany color, has carvings that don't quite match the bedposts but were carved by someone who has great skill. There is a plain wooden chair that is set near one of the windows. For viewing pleasure is what I guess.

And what is interesting is that the chair stands out because it has no decoration at all. It just sits there near, so different from the rest of the room.

I want to take a closer inspection of the chair so I get out of the grand bed and walk the short distance to the dresser. I opened one of the drawers and found some black soft boxers. I pulled them on and tried to look for some pants. I only found what looked like pants that are narrow at the waist but get puffy in the middle of my thigh and narrow again at my ankles. It's a sheer color of dark red but, because I couldn't find anything else, I pulled them on.

After I got dressed in clothes that made me look like a harem boy, I walked towards the window and looked out. What I saw made me gasp.

I was in a land that looked like Egypt. The only thing that made me question where I exactly was that a city that looked like many different cities combined into one. For example, mix Paris, France; London, England; New York, New York; Tokyo, Japan; Agra, India; Athens, Greece; Rome, Italy; Giza, Egypt; and Sydney, Australia. The city that I was seeing had mixes of different cultures and places that I was sure even Evie couldn't name.

"Do you like it?" I jumped. I hadn't heard anyone enter the room. I whirled around and almost jumped out of my skin.

"Imhotep…"

Imhotep was currently surveying my body. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I wanted to cover myself. Then I remembered what I was wearing. I glanced down at myself and then looked at Imhotep. He licked his lips and I shuddered.

"Wh-where am I?" And since when could he and I understand each other? His eyes snapped up to my face and I could feel him study my face before looking me in the eyes.

"Stop stuttering. It doesn't suit you. You are in my new kingdom. I rule the world." My eyes widened. He smirked at my expression.

"What is it? You expect me to roll over and die because I lost? Think again." If he ruled the world, how did he do it in one night? Then I remembered. This was a dream! Imhotep was dead and couldn't rule the world! For a minute I felt happiness; then I slumped. I still had to confess then.

"What is it? Is something wrong? What do you need? I will obtain whatever you wish for." I looked at him and I was shocked. Did he just offer me anything?

"What I want is for this dream to end." He looked startled for a millisecond before smirking.

"Dream? You think this is a dream? Not likely. This is no dream, mine. If this was a dream, could I do this?"

(A\N: This is where it starts if you don't want to read it just skip to the bottom.)

He stepped closer to me, which made me take a step back. His smirk grew even bigger. He stepped again. But instead of taking another step back, my back collided with the wall. I cursed under my breath. His leer grew even wider. He took that one final step and grabbed my hips. I tried to wriggle away but he was holding fast. He moved even closer and grinded his pelvis into mine.

I gasped and looked at the ceiling. This turned out to be a bad idea because he attacked my throat. He found that one spot immediately that made me moan and begun to stuck on it while grinding his new-founded bulge against my hip. I moaned again. How could he turn me on so fast? Oh yeah, that's right, I love him, duh!

I grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him away. He detached himself from my neck, licked what I assumed that a love bite would have probably shown up, if this were the real world, and growled. That growl went straight to my lions. I moaned back and I felt him smirk against my neck

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I-I-I'm trying t-t-to get-t-t aw-a-ay from-m-m y-you." I felt him stiffen and he growled again. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"Why? You obviously want it, you wanton hussy. You just don't want to admit it." He pulled back and thrust against my erection. I quivered and arched towards him and yelled. He smiled back up at me and gripped my knee to wrap my leg around his waist. He did the same with my other leg. I am now angled with our groins pressed together, my back against a wall, my hands now gripping his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist while he proceeds to grind, rub, and thrust his covered manhood against mine. I can't help but writhe and thrust back as I mew like a cat in heat. He was nibbling on my ear and jaw when I feel his lips on mine.

It was so sudden that I gasped. This made it easier for him to plunder my mouth and swallow my moans. His tongue down my throat felt so good.

I broke away and panted. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. Here I was, making out with a guy when he was supposed to be dead.

"W-w-wait. St-st-stop." I gulped to get rid if the feeling of his tongue. He looked at me like I was crazy and begun to nibble on my neck again. He stopped moving his lower half of his body against mine to answer my command. This made me gain just a little bit of control.

"I refuse. Why exactly should I stop? So you can gather your thoughts? No. Not when you are dressed so luscious and making sounds that excite me. Not when you are wriggling and writhing against me. No, I will not stop now."

He bent his head and licked one of my over sensitized nipples. I grabbed his head to keep him from moving away, threw my head back, squeezed my eyes shut, and groaned. I felt him smirk against my chest. He then took my nipple into his mouth and begun to suck on it until I was rubbing against him.

"See? You want it so bad. Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me to finish you off. Beg me to let you cum." I looked down and met his eyes. I could see the pure animal lust in his shearing gaze. I panted even more. I decided not to do what he told me to do.

"N-n-no," I gulped.

He smirked and resumed thrusting against me. I just about lost it. Then I felt his fingers against my hip where the pants fastened. I started to struggle, which made him grip harder and thrust harder. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I could faintly hear what he was saying.

"Beg me, mine. Plead me to make you cum, mate."

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I straightened, looked him straight in the eyes and said what he wanted to hear.

"Oh God, Imhotep, please! Make me cum!" His coal rimmed eyes widened before narrowing.

I then felt being tossed onto the bed. I sat up on my elbows and looked at Imhotep. He stalked towards me, pulling off his clothes. When he got to the bed he only had his lion-cloth left. And it left nothing to the imagination. I trembled and his eyes grew predatory. He crawled over me until he was kneeling, with his knees on either side of my hips. His hands were next to my ears. He smirked at me then bent down and licked my collarbone.

I arched towards him and put my hands on his bare thighs. He growled and I felt him grip my hips and heard the harem pants rip. All I could do was pant and stare at him. He smirked then cupped my still covered erection. I jerked and keened.

He looked down at me and smiled a smile that melted my bones. He slipped his hand under the band of the shorts and slowly pulled them down. I closed my eyes and waited until he had my shorts off.

"Stunning…."

I opened my eyes and came face to face with him. He leaned forward and kissed me. He seized hold of my engorged manhood and I screamed. He swallowed my scream and proceeded to kiss me thoroughly.

I arched towards him as he started to roughly stroke me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I never did when it came to Imhotep and wet dreams. So I broke off his kiss and looked at him.

"I want to see you." He looked down at me, sat up, and unfastened his last scrap of clothing. I almost came at the sight. He was gorgeous.

He pulled me up and I willingly wrapped my legs around his waist. He shuffled until his back was against the pillows and sat back. I shifted and was now on my knees with my hands on his shoulders and my knees on either side of his knees. I looked up at him and almost lost it. The look in his eyes made me want to go mad with lust.

He leaned up a little and pulled me forward by my hips. I am now sitting on his upper thighs with his knees against my back. Our members are almost touching when he looks at me and I brace myself. It's a good thing I did because both of our manhoods where being rubbed and stroked together in his surprisingly soft hand. His other hand starts to caress my sack. I arch to get closer and I hear him hiss.

He speeds up and I could tell that I'm not going to last.

"Beg me, boy."

I sob as I thrust into his hand. His other hand that was stroking my balls encircles the root of my shaft. I cry out in frustration when he doesn't let me blow my load. He growls.

"Beg me! Now!"

"P-p-please Imhotep!" He is satisfied because he released his restricting and squeezes our members.

I scream while my cum is milked from my balls. His cock explodes and his cum shoots up my chest. I could feel his hand still moving to draw out our orgasms.

(A\N: The graphic, dirty stuff has now ended. Thank you.)

I slump forward onto his chest and nuzzle into it. I start to nod off when I remember that I needed to find out what was going on. I felt him draw up the silk sheets and scoot down so that I was lying on his chest and he was lying on the bed. His arms wrapped around my back and pulled me even closer to him. I open my mouth but before I could say something he interrupts me.

"Sleep, mine. Sleep and let things settle themselves. Sleep." My eyes started to close and I felt even more tired.

"Wait," I mumbled. I sat up and looked down at him.

"Yes?"

"How did this happen?"

"How did what happen? You, in my bed? Or mw controlling the world in the palm of my hand?"

"Both! How did everything happen?!"

He smiled softly that made me wonder if I was hallucinating. Then he sat up and shifted me until I was sitting with my back against his chest. He covered my eyes with one of his hands while he put the other on my stomach. I reached up to grasp his hand to pull it away when his words made me froze.

"Time will show you how, mine. Sleep and return to your home."

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I sat up from the bed with a gasp. It was dark and I was cold. I could hear it raining outside. I shivered and looked around.

I was relieved and disappointed to find that I was in the Sea Room. I reached over and turned on the lamp. I was sticky and cold and had an urge to properly get ready for bed. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and made a mood to stand up.

Wait… sticky?

I looked down at my breeches and discovered a cum stain. I groaned.

"Fucking great, how am I suppose to explain this to Evie?"

I walked towards the adjoined bathroom and undressed. I looked in the mirror and gasped. I had a love bite on my neck.

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Jeez, it's so long! And dirty! But that doesn't matter. What matter's is how much you guys liked it! Well, how did I do? Review so I know. Oh and don't forget to mention if I should keep writing it this was or in third-person-limited-point-of-view.

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