Two Eyes Cenote spur & point

:D

zaahira was angered; it snapped in heated lapping just beneath her skin. he sensed it, felt it. 

he lifted his own leg, and higher, teasing the other mazoi with a slitted glance and shifting hips that crudely waggled his wares;

"it is her choice. so let us hope she chooses well."

khusobek rolled his muscular shoulders. "i favor him the way you might favor a splinter in your paw instead of having it cut off outright," he rejoined in granite tone. "but thutmose is a soldier, too old for her. and senmut; priests are already made of shit. why place shit on a throne?" he laughed, and then sobered.

"put your lot in with rashepses. do not lose before the game is played, zaahira."