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   Darkness, wet and damp warmth swirls around you. Dreams flash across your mind. Confused images of the desert, the pyramids, and the mingling with flashes that look straight out of the 1984 Dune movie. Of riders wearing stillsuits riding on the back of sandworms like the one you saw, with their maws open and the beautiful female forms leading the way. You startle awake hearing what sounds like Sting scream 'I WILL KILL HIM!' right in your ear.
 
Jumping, jerking awake, you find yourself resting once more in the sand. A tent has been set up around you, and coolness and still ness surround. The sand under you is cool, but you feel warm. And surprisingly damp. Your throat doesn't feel dry. In fact you feel hydrated and surprisingly satiated. Some kind of Bedouin shelter... looking rather ramshackle. Realizing what happened, you also realize you are not alone. Inside the tent with you, burrowed up out of the sand, is the maw of the sandworm. She is dozing on the edge of the maw, eyes closed, breathing slowly. She must have fallen asleep watching over you.
 
Smiling bemusedly, you reach over. One of the large teeth, as big as your forearm, is easily within arms reach. You stroke your fingers against it, proving to yourself it is not a dream. The Sandworm rouses gently as you do so, her eyes blinking slowly open. Her irises are a darker shade of pink, more ruby then the fleshy, almost bubblegum color of the rest of her, and when she meets your eyes she smiles slowly, "You're awake..." She yawns, stretching and rolling inside her mouth, laying on her back and stretching her arms down and out. Her breasts arch upward in a hypnotic display that briefly robs you of anything but extremely male thought processes before you see the cuteness of her yawning expression. Its so sweet you can't help but cock your head to the side and awww softly.
 
She smiles at you, head still upside down in relation to you. "Heehee!," she actually says the words, "You like?"
 
You can feel heat come to your cheeks, but smile anyway, "You're very cute."
 
She smiles winningly at you, sliding out of the mouth more and wetly onto your ragged body. Your clothes are mostly gone you realize. They don't look so much torn as... melted. And you have a very distinct problem caused by watching her pose like that and your morning wakefulness. She presses close anyway, leaning close again to give you a soft kiss as her hand runs down your chest, stroking over your flat stomach to your hip. Its perilously close to your erection, but she doesn't touch you.
 
"You tasted very good, you know," she says softly. "But you were so dehydrated. I had to give you a lot of my fluids for you to recover. You seem to be better now." She runs her slick hand back up your chest, as you reach up and feel her wet, slick hair. It feels like hair does in the shower, matted with water and shampoo. So slick and with goo trailing between lengths of it as you run your fingers through it.
 
"You saved my life," you murmur softly. "I honestly thought I was going to die out there. ...I'm very lucky to have had you come along."
 
Her smile sweetens, and she leans in to nuzzle you, not caring that her full naked breasts are rubbing slowly into your chest in a way you can't help but appreciate. "Its something Sandworms do. We save people lost to the sands... its part of the way we find--" She trails off, blushing a little. But you finish for her, "...Men to feed you and be your husbands." She blushes a little harder, cheeks turning ruby red as she leans up and looks down into your face, and into your eyes. Her damp hair slips wetly from her naked shoulder. She seems to be asking you with her eyes, and you know what you already intend to answer. But you ask another question anyway to try and clear some of the butterflies in your own stomach. You came to Egypt with the possibility of meeting a monster girl from Egyptian society in the back of your mind, and while she wasn't such, she was a desert creature. True and primal. And heartrendingly attractive.
 
"Where are we?," you ask gently, "What is this place?"
 
She blinks once, the moment broken. Then realization comes and she looks around, "Oooh right... its a campsite I came across. There were people here with those four footed animals with humps that taste so good." You blink, but fill in the gap, "Camels." She nods, "Right! Camels! They heard me coming and quickly gathered what they could and ran away. I didn't even get the chance to explain I only wanted to talk to them!" She pouts, looking rather adorable as she does so you can't help but notice. "I've been using it as a place to come back to... I mean... I carry a home with me wherever I go but-- they left some books and some food and things. A whole bunch of tiny words. But the pictures were interesting!," she wriggles atop you, hip brushing your still erect shaft and she gets a more sensual look on her face again.
 
"So... whats you're name?," you ask gently, and she blinks at you with clear confusion. "Name?," she asks. "What do people call you?"
 
She looks thoughtful for a little bit but shakes her head, "Mostly just 'AAAAAH! Run away! Monster!' or something like that." She pouts again, "They're so afraid of me..."
 
Reaching up you gently cup her cheek, and surrender yourself, in your heart. You comfort her and stroke the slick slime over her cheek, "I'm not..." She smiles so radiantly, like you'd just given her the world, "Really?" You nod and answer in turn, "Really." Giving a ecstatic 'YAY!' she throws herself more completely onto you with a lewd sounding squelch, pinning your morning wood against your stomach and her own, wriggling so insistently as she rubs her entire body against your own that you feel every doubt leave you. Raw pleasure from her touch fills you, your legs rising up to either side of her main body and your arms embracing her tight.
 
"Mmmmmmm, you're so haaaard," she coos breathily. "I love that you got hard from looking at me..."
 
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen...," you manage to pant out as pleasure from her undulations sends heat rushing through you. The friction caused by her rubbing herself against the underside of your cock causes incredible levels of pleasure, and the slippery flood of her body causes her to slide like one of those 'soap girl' massages you watched pornography of. She rubs herself so lewdly against you, literally tasting your body with her entire self.
 
"I owe you my life, everything...," you continue, trembling like a virgin with the raw power of the sensations this inhuman woman is drawing out of you. Your hand finds one of those full breasts and you cup and squeeze it, making her smile at you with lusty pleasure as a thick appendage lays gently across your arm. You can see more of her has left the mouth of the sandworm. Sinuous tongue-like appendages that begin to wrap around your legs and your body like before.
 
She rocks atop you, clearly enjoying the feeling of your hardness against her. The amount of emotion you see in her eyes is intoxicating. And then she says with words so strong they make your heart skip a beat, "I want you..."
 
With complete agreement and utter surrender, you gasp out, "...Please..."
 
You don't have to beg, as with a sinuous undulation she slips herself down and onto you. Her sex welcomes the invasion of your stiff cock with a lewd, wet slither. The inside is hot, hotter then the desert outside was. And her great body exhales a blast of air as she moans with raw satisfaction, the scent of her overpowering you as you arch up. Her insides undulate and ripple, as you hear the sound of sand shifting and stirring in the near distance. Its dawns on you even more now that you aren't making love to just the woman in your arms, but an entire great body that extends out into the sands beyond this makeshift shelter. Her entire being, all fifty feet of great sandworm, is responding with pleasure to your insertion into her.
 
Lifting you from the sands with and effortless movement, she draws you back inside that maw. You can feel what is left of your clothing sloughing off as you are almost bathed in her fluids again. Her pussy grips your cock and begins to ripple with a level of muscular control no human woman is capable of. It isn't just the opening of her vagina that is tightening, but the entire tunnel inside of her contracting down and gripping your cock, molding itself to you as she gives little gasping cries of pleasure and satisfaction.
 
Your hand continues to squeeze and knead her breast as you are swallowed up into the wet, fleshy world that is the inside of her great mouth. Rather then fear, you feel excitement only growing. Her flesh presses into your back from behind, carrying away and dissolving the rest of your clothing and cleaning you of the sand you were laying on moments before as she rocks atop you. The friction of the passage inside of her slides over your penis in an wave, rippling herself up and down you as she wriggles her hips up and then sliding them down, moving against you in a way that shows just how clearly boneless she must be. You wonder at her biology and makeup before another surge of pleasure takes you awake from conscious thought.
 
You buck your hips, and she gasps and them smiles at you, beginning to time her strokes to meet yours as with lewd wet slaps you bounce together. You can feel through the wall of flesh outside a sensation of movement. The mouth has since closed tight over you, yet luminescence from buds of flesh inside her give you all the light you need to see her face shift and change with raw pleasure. as you make love.
 
"Oh yes! Yes!," she cries out, "I have wanted this for so long! Aaaaah!" She arches, even as what feels like inside a second opening within her parts and swallows the sensitive head of your penis into a tight chamber all its own. The walls inside begin to writhe and squirm around your cockhead with what feel like licking undulations as you feel so much of her around you, pressing, writhing, licking. The shock of pleasure this combination of sensations causes so profound that is makes you writhe and shudder inside of her. As she continues to ride you that part of her never lets go, drawn down the passage of her insides as they scrunch up only to swallow you back inside in tight, friction-filled undulations.
 
"Aaaah! I can't... I'm cumming!," you scream helplessly.
 
"YES! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!," she responds, her actions even more enthusiastic as you feel and impact through the walls of her body. Did she just dive between a pair of dunes like you saw her do before? Is she dancing through the sands as you both make love?
 
Helpless as an infant, you release utterly. Spasming hot, wet jolts of cum up into her body and into that deeper place which pulses and slurps on your cockhead with each explosion. Your mind disconnects in that flash of an instant where the pleasure becomes too much and the brain is forced to disconnect with the body in order not to be overwhelmed. That moment of pure white emptiness so often called nirvana where there is nothing at all. As ever before you flash out of that moment and back into control in the blink of an eye, yet the raw physical satisfaction coursing through you is more then any other orgasm you have ever had in your life. Never has any girlfriend or lover made you feel like this. And as you ejaculate what feels like more semen then you've ever produced in your life, you shudder and cling to her slick body as you lock your mouth on hers with an impassioned cry.
 
Her own cries don't end, however, and you find yourself still blazingly hard inside of her as she kisses you back. You hear deep, reverberating sounds coming from deeper in her vast body as she seems to take your orgasm as only the beginning. Post-orgasmic sensitivity setting in on your cock drives you quickly mad with the raw torment her insides give you, yet she doesn't relent. She only intensifies her thrashing and bucking as she writhes over you. Her mouth parts from yours and her eyes open as you look into them, your vision glazed and foggy, "More... more please! I need you!"
 
Clutching her tight you give in, beginning to jackhammer your hips down into her as you realize suddenly you are atop her. It is hard to tell how gravity functions in this wet, warm, slippery love nest. You have no clue which from one moment to the next which is up or down save for the faint lurching of your stomach. But driving yourself through the sweet agony as the inner mouth opens enough to release your cock and allow it to pump fully along her tight, muscled interior, you can watch her face change through ecstasy and pleasure clearly so intense for her as much as it is for you. You slide through her inner mouth repeatedly with your cock, feeling like the raw pleasure of entering her for the first time all over again. You pull back enough for your cock to leave her body completely, only to taste the raw satisfaction of sliding through two yearning layers of orifice as she bucks up desperately onto you.
 
Strength you never knew you had allows you to keep going. Only hours ago you were dying in the desert, weak from miles of trekking across the dunes. Yet now you move with a vitality so great you can only imagine it was something to do with all of her saliva she gave you to drink. Your legs are parted to either side of her body as your hands dig into the moist pinkness of the flesh of her back. Howling with your own pleasure you thud inside of her wetly again and again. Like a moist blanket around you her insides cradle you, helping, licking, soothing.
 
Her hands take your cheeks and lift your face upward to look down into her eyes, shining and full of love as you buck in one final time. Spasmodically her insides grip you so hard you cannot pull back as the inner mouth clamps tight over your cock-head and her mouth finds yours. Her orgasm rips through her entire body like a wave and caught in the center of it, you hold her as tightly as you possibly can as helplessly you erupt a second time. Coating her insides with still yet more of your semen as she spasms and milks the entire length of your cock inside of her. You feel, and can hear, her body thrashing around on the sands outside. The great hissing sound and loud thumping of what is perhaps her tail just smashing into the sands as she kisses you with the most sweet, most passionate of expressions on her face.
 
In the end you collapse seconds before she does. Panting as you fall with your cheek against one of her breasts, some of her fluids dripping down from your hair onto her. She in turn lays back, sprawled and breathless. So breathless in fact she opens her great mouth and sucks in, then exhales deep lungfuls of air. The scent of the desert sands rushes over you as she inhales, then her powerful, wonderful aroma explodes out around you as she releases her exhalation back out. You can imagine her body sprawled out on the dunes, spent.
 
Smiling, you nuzzle into her, as you say, "Shai..."
 
"Huh?," she asks you gently. Stroking your hair and then gathering you up into her arms to hold you. "What did you say?"
 
"...I'll call you Shai... if you like it," you say with gentle love in your smile. Gently you spell the name and she nods.
 
"Shai..." she breathes out a sigh, then giggles, "I like it. And I like you..."
 
You give her a slow kiss, which she returns with a gentle sweetness, "I like you too, Shai. I like you so much... I think I'm already falling in love with you..."
 
The smile she gives and her blush is so perfect in that moment it melts your heart. She hugs you tighter then ever, "I think I love you too! I know I love you too! Mmm... will you be my Husband? Will you roam the sands with me? I've been so lonely..."
 
You can only smile, raising a hand up to smooth her soaked hair back, "You're never going to be alone again, my wonderful, wonderful Lady Sandworm."