The satyr woke up to the almost painfully rhythmic tugging of his cock. He couldn't believe this woman, this- this- succubus! She was insatiable! They had indeed rutted like animals all last night, only falling asleep finally as the sky started turning blue, heralding the new day, and as soon as he closed his eyes, this demoness was right back to trying to slurp his soul out of his cock. Oh she was a great fuck though! He had underestimated her eagerness, but after that first gushing spasm of hers, he had gave as good as he got. It would have been nice if there was somewhere to clean off, but alas, the last place of any amount of water nearby was the pond he had found her sunbathing by. They were covered in each other's goo and getting stickier by the hour.<br/><br/>"Ok, ok, dammit, I'll dig that damned hole." He hadn't needed coercion to keep up his side of the bargain, it was a barely disguised break to give his oversexed cock a few moments to recuperate. He could have used a larger spell, but he settled for a large magical hand, that scooped the falling earth away. For every three feet of dirt dug out, another two had slid into place. Once he had feeling in his cock again, and felt that he had some juice again, he would hem and haw over doing actual physical labor, enough so, that he managed to weasel a mid morning blowjob from Cinder and then an afternoon session of stuffing her delicious booty over and over again. Had they actually been focused, they would have been finished with the tunnel by midday, but it was well into the evening again before, finally, Cinder had her entrance to the Tomb, all for the price of romping with a satyr for nearly twenty four hours.<br/><br/>Alas, the satyr couldn't be held down to being a one woman fey creature. There were other delectable fruits to be plundered, but as they parted ways, he reckoned that it would be a very long time if at all, that he forgot about such a wild evening with this particular half-elf. Stiff and sore, in a good way, Cinder crossed the precipice and began her exploration of the Tomb...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/8f/1e/3b8f1ec8823825f58ba606d0a963c1c7--tomb-of-horrors.jpg)</div><br/>Lighting up a torch, it reflected back metallic sheens from the walls, ceiling, and the floor, amplifying its light further than it normally would have. The initial layout of Cinder's surroundings show that she at the north end of a long corridor. Near the entrance was the dead man, in the first stages of dessication. Most likely, this was Durnan's storyteller's friend, that died in one of the tomb's traps. Crushed under tons of sand and rubble was a helluva way to go...<br/><br/>Looking south, the width of the tunnel was about twenty feet wide and the ceiling was about twenty feet high. The torchlight reflected back bright, brilliant colors everywhere, the colored stones and pigments undimmed by the passage of centuries. The floor of the corridor was a color mosaic of green stone, with a distinct, winding path of red tiles about two feet wide snaking its way south down the corridor. Looking at the walls, there was no stonework upon them, or the ceiling for that matter, plaster or cement had been smoothed over all of these surfaces. Those plastered surfaces were then illustrated with grazing livestock, a copse with several wolves in the background, workers of all races going about various tasks, even strange human-animal mixtures like pig-humans, ape-humans, dog-humans, and so on. Some frescoes would show rooms in some buildings, a library filled with books and scrolls, the door of a torture chamber, and a wizard's work room. Other pictures were of chairs, windows, boxes, bales, doors, chests, birds, bats, spiders, and all manner of other things. It was an intricate and mosaic art gallery as it stretched south into the blackness beyond. About ten feet from Cinder on the west wall was a protrusion. Two jackel-headed human figures are painted so as to appear to be holding a real bronze chest that protrudes from the wall.<br/><br/>Checking for sounds of things or creatures... none at all, though, had there been any, they probably would have heard her and the satyr going at it for most of the previous day. The temperature was the even coolness of a place underground, even here so close to the entrance.