Luneshale Pass [m] body right teeth white knife sharp gettin'

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She ensnares him into her web like a fly caught in spidersilk, and she desperately wished she could enjoy the feeling of arms around waist, the warmth of sweet-bitter breath on the back of her ears.
But she was not here for her own pleasure. She was not here to bask in his warmth, and even if, for a moment, as she untethers and the light sparking behind her eyelids allows her to forget it, he would never be hers.
She was only to serve him; to serve pharaoh.

And was it so cruel, she wonders, to think of someone else in the midst of it?

***

The spillage of endorphine in the place where the light doesn't touch is slow, ebbing. She shivers; her tongue preens at the spiny hairs of his foreleg, ever in servitude. She would not part from him until he sends her away, even as a strange, cold feeling crawls up her spine.