Part 4:

Mark smoked his cigarette and waited a few more minutes. He again approached Megan's smoldering remains, hovering his hand over them to see if they were cool enough. Satisfied with the temperature, he brushed his hand over them, each chunk breaking to ash, which began to take the form of her body.

Luckily since she was lying supine on the floor, the ash did not have to travel far to form the shape of her nubile body. The ash then started vibrating in a blur, and it started to almost gelatinize. Her color returned to her as the gel become flesh once again.

Megan fluttered her pretty eyes back to life - once again. Her demure expression turned to one of intent concern as she grabbed Mark's hand and rose to her feet.

"That… really hurt…" she said.

“Yeah that wasn’t intentional,” He responded apologetically. “I thought I turned you into an imbecile again, so I tried to fix it. I’m guessing it was kind of like how if you try to open something to many times on a desktop, it will overload and trash the computer, but to your body.”

"Well I'm glad my body is just a computer to you…" Megan said sarcastically. "Now where are my glasses??"

“Oh trust me, it’s a bit more then that,” he jaunted with a playful wink. “I believe they’re over here,” he said turning around and picking them up.

Megan donned her glasses - otherwise completely nude.

Her focus returned, she looked at Mark. Then at the crown atop his head.

Her expression narrowed. She continued staring - breathing heavy causing her breasts to heave back and forth against her chest, the lines of her neck and collarbone accentuated against her skin.

Mark looked at her, noticing that the glasses were bent and cracked from her fall earlier, not noticing her gaze affixed to the crown. “Hold on give those back to me,” he said gently lifting them off her face, “they’re a little banged up, but I can definitely fix them. I just need a bit more light.” He turned back around again to face the torch.

Megan seized the opportunity immediately. Her naked body lunged at Mark, grasping at the crown sitting on his head. She reached out with her long arms. Her fingers grabbed it…

Mark couldn’t hear her naked feet across the stone, he stood completely unaware of her advance, focus lost on the glasses.

"EEE!" squealed Megan, as her fingers felt a sharp pain upon touching the crown. She retreated her hands and rubbed at her fingers… which started to break down into ash.

"Oh fuck, not again!" pleaded Megan as she watched her hands and wrists collapse into dust.

Mark turned back around just as the process began, “there we g—ugh” cut short by a mouth full of ash floating up from her hand. By the time he realized what had happened, Megan’s figure was now a statue made entirely of ash, clutching a hand-less wrist.

"This is starting to get tiring…" the 'out-of-body' consciousness of Megan thought as she could feel her now ash body start to feel very 'loose' - like every part of her body was ready to collapse at the slightest vibration. And she wasn't far off.

Mark at first confused to her current predicament, started to put two and two together. “What you want this?” he asked with a devilish grin, while he lifted the crown off his head.

"Oh you cocky son of a bitch… Wait til I get my hands on that…" thought Megan, forgetting that getting her hands on it is exactly what got her in her current predicament…

Mark held the crown a centimeter above her head, making it look as if she was wearing it. “You know, now that I think about it it does look very good on you… but then again, everything looks good on you,” he said with a wink, then gently blew on her face.

"Let it go you f-" before she could finish her thought, Megan's pretty face of ash started to crumble - followed by the rest of her head.

The chain reaction continued down her neck and across her sexy shoulders, letting what remained of her arms fall to the floor, resulting in a cloud of ash with a PUFF.

"This.. is interesting.." thought Megan as she could now feel herself spread about the entirety of the cloud of ash. As Mark breathed some of her in, a small part of her could sense the moisture inside of him. "Hey, be careful! That part may be important!"

The dust began to gather into a pile on the floor, which Mark spat the inhaled Megan into, and reformed as it did before, taking her form, gelatinizing, then finalizing into her. Except now she laid on her back, arms crossed, face adorned with an angry expression.

“You know your kinda cute when you’re pissy,” Mark teased, his mind snapping back to the passionate kiss she gave him earlier.

"I'm SICK of this dying schtick!" admonished Megan, lying there with her arms crossed and pouty expression for a moment more before rising to her feet.

“Is it really a problem if I’m bringing you back though? Also that last one was your fault… and you’re technically supposed to be dead right now, if I didn’t bring you back, you would still be a lump of flesh pissing itself on the floor over there.” Mark rebutted point at the two rocks that still hung above the pedestal.

Megan stood there with her arms crossed right below her large breasts, pushing them up slightly, and with one foot turned sideways that she was currently tapping in annoyance. She still wore a rather peeved expression. "How was I supposed to know the thing had a defense mechanism! Besides, can you blame me for wanting to play with it?" Megan reasoned.

“Usually your supposed to check your surroundings, not shove me to the ground so you could grab the crown first,” Mark shot back calmly, but inside was genuinely terrified of what she would actually do to him after what he’s done to her. “And can you blame me for wanting to play with you?” He asked looking her up and down, as always stunned by her beauty.

Megan noticed him checking her out. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. She wiped her angry expression away and put on a smirk. "No, I don't suppose I can…" she said as she released her crossed arms and let them hang by her side. She started walking towards Mark seductively, swaying her hips with each sensual slow step. "You know… I do remember that night in Tibet…" she said with a knowing wink.

“Well that’s good, ‘cause I barely do, had a little to much that night, didn’t we.” He said with a smile, letting her approach.

She giggled at his response, then reached her arms around him in a graceful embrace. She pushed her body into his, her breasts up against his chest. Her face inches away from his. "You know, this whole experience has got me quite turned on…"

Mark placed his hands on her bare hips, moving backwards in step with her advance. “Well then, maybe we can find a cozy slab of granite, and make ourselves at home,” Mark joked, running his hands up her waist and towards her breast.

"Mmm…" Megan moaned in agreement. "It's been awhile since I've done it in a tomb…"

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To be continued…