Wolf RPG

pharaoh was incensed.
he attended his own summons this hour, striding up from the belly of the mesa with a small entourage; sihaya and belen, trotting behind.
treva would find him in a fine furor, elegant nostrils flared and lapis eyes ablaze with the fire of Ra. he stopped before her, consuming the cunning vision of the little demigoddess. "welcome to akashingo."

his teeth glinted in a grin. despite the others he felt alone with treva. "you have not yet seen its true finery. walk with me."
ramesses meant for the two of them to stride back along the red path as the mesa grew larger and larger before them, to climb the great stonehewn steps, to enter the passage downward. he looked toward her as the light changed, searching for the reaction of the one who had allowed him such worship.

the hallways were grand, punctuated by storerooms and small offshoots. ramesses walked with treva in the direction of his own chambers, the first holding his throne and the second his bed. 
members of the fellahin passed by; he did not nod to them, only exhaled a sigh of pleasure as he and she came to the expanse of his throne-place.
ramesses summoned food and the pine liqueur, which was summarily brought and placed upon the eating mats. 
his eyes were hot upon treva as they were once more left alone. "for what do you hunger most?"

ramesses too drank, and soon he was filled with a low warmth. "i was your servant when we first met. today you will know that my true form is pharaoh, ramesses, He Who Brings Down the Sun."
"i will make you one of the mazoi, that you may come and go freely in search of hunting or otherwise." his mouth quirked. "and as such, the fellahin will attend you — in any way you desire."
"but first, i must know if the fact there is also a queen in akashingo might diminish your desire." his lazuli gaze was pointed.

ramesses chuckled. "eventually she will return to court. for now satsu is indisposed." he would not elaborate unless treva asked, though his mind engendered fine thoughts about siptah and his promise. the dark-blue of his eyes roved hungrily over her features.
"what sort of diversion do you seek?" ramesses asked, though he shifted now with a look toward his throne — and the room beyond.
"you are not a servant here. i wish to see you fulfilled."

ambitious.
feral.
treva lay in repose as though she had done this before. perhaps she had; perhaps his bodily praise of her in her natural form among the trees had prepared her for that. "mazoi are guards. wolves with a trade. they are hunters. they are skilled."
he wanted a concubine. it was high time he had one.
softly tucking that away for now.
"you would lead excursions and have a voice in my court as one of tactics. in more regards than one."

peacock preening under her desirous glance;
"the priestess qiao intends to begin trade with our ally, mereo. it might be of benefit to me were you able to see that her loyalty cannot be bought by those soldiers."
did she know of mereo? he would tell her; ramesses, winding closer and serpentine, the cobra upon his own brow.
my pharaoh
"careful, treva. if you please my ears i may not allow you to leave these rooms for a while."

"then i will fulfill your want, treva," and ramesses had swept the remains of their meal aside, and crossed the dining-mats to catch her up against him, so that he might feel the thrum of her heart and her of his own. 
"we will be gods here, only us," he whispered fiercely into her ear, drawing her from the throne room into that behind it, where his freshened bed waited to be laid replete once again.

ramesses purled a laugh.
but the time for speaking was over.
the feral little goddess came to him and for a while longer, pharaoh was no longer ruler of akashingo, but servant to her every hunger.