Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

"It is sin for a priest?"
How strange! Did he not want it then? Then- what might she do with it? She would take it away and bring better? Her head tossed down to the snake, then to his nose bridge, no longer knowing what to do.

For the next given minutes, she would be still, watching, and told what to do as his eyes stroked her fur. They reminded her of a kings crown. Like rich prasiolite.

Every which way he moved the snake, she'd been obedient to, all the way until he'd wrapped it around her throat. An art he'd made around her neck and embellished her with. It was jewelry. She watched his eyes as he worked. No longer had she been shy to look upon them as she'd once been. A smile, as he'd wrapped its chord around her, as if she saw it as him cherishing her skin. Her breath. What a sick thing to wave her tail at.

With her teeth, she grabbed the snakes head, pushed her tongue to its jaw and pulled to tighten the wrap. Her eyes placed upon their priest and prince again, this time with a new question that would cause action. "Do you wish to keep its head?" And at any right word, she would bite it clean off and swallow it before him.