Against her scalp, her ears fell gentle to show soft submission. A quick, perhaps nerve relieving sway of her tail as her eyes turned gentle. The snake was dropped for him. "For you?"
Through the hours, she'd followed nature trails with narrow paths, until she had found her for the prince to enjoy. An Adder. One might have called it God. "Do you want? No poison! I promise. Venom-- edible." Though, now that she had dropped it at his feet and said that out loud, she realized he may have not touched it. She did not want to scare him from eating it..
Perhaps she needs to offer to eat it! "I can eat its head for you."
Then, quickly to him, the idea of eating a serpent was sacred to her, and for that, for the first time she showed hopeful, innocent intrigue. Like a child asking its parent if Santa was real. "Do you like serpent? Have eaten it before?" The most important questions!
"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.
Then he would keep her gift and the head of the sin he could not eat. Instead, she would give him something a holy priest should watch.
The snake was pulled by her teeth until it tightened more. Further, further, until her fur shaped around it and her trachea clenched, and when it did, her pupils constricted under the watch of his own. She'd have continued to do so until her breath was gone, and her life flickered on the floor.
There was no knot for it to continue. It unraveled from her throat once the tension was at a high and hit the floor.
There, her neck bent down, her eyes departing from his as her tongue swept out of her mouth. There it glided over throat of the snake, down its belly, to its tail. She was efficient, slow to clean its underside. The temptation to see his gaze again was met, yet ignored. She was mazoi, and this was her service as he asked.
When her teeth touched its stomach, her claws extended farther and pressed upon the neck of the snake. There her nails dug into its jaw, and where her teeth pinched now, they would soon go to break the skin open and expose its flesh. As he asked. As a priest should watch an exorcism. As a prince should.
Expectations. Expectations. Expectations. She should have grown them. She did not. It was Senmut's arms entangled with her body and her tongue to his skin that came next to unravel her. Perhaps it was her lack of intention that made their friction a saints resurrection. His hands rolling through the sheets by the sides of her head turned into a pure obsession she made him repeat time and time again. She was far from shy when it came to cracking a smile and a sultry, damning giggle to something she found fun in.
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Rolling to her other side, her eyes darted across the ceiling. Wowwww! And so pretty! She squirmed back over to see his face. Taunt! "You wish me to be? You'd teach me more of the High Priest Gods?" her nose motioned upwards, where the Gods resided. "A Priest to be Pharaoh, yes?" She turned her head to the artistry of his room as she asked so, nearly no question to it. As if it was obvious she believed he should be.
When she spoke the title of sovereign, her eyes flowed with flames and wonder while her jaw parted a smile. Every muscle of his mouth, face and eyes, she examined with great lure. All of it, she took in within that second.
A flea of his person bit into her skin. It suckled and latched until her veins quivered. She learned something new of him. Servitude! And then she yeanred for more of his engraved history.
"It could be," her voice chipper. Her cheek pushed roughly down, stroking her face and skin to a nice scratch. That felt good! "You could make it be. The Queen could say it is not to be. Do you wish it to be? A Pharaoh is no Pharaoh without drive. Could he have such?"
"Well."
Rolling upon her back, her wrist extended outwards and questions floated around her mind. Only quietly, and none stronger than the other. She felt in him a simple presence of just existing, and she offered it back.
"If you could be divine, do as you wanted to do, see your visions to be true-- what would you do?"
In empty walls with no godly crown upon his head, none but the ones he polished of their holy overlords, she displayed a canvas. One that he could paint his visions upon with his word, if only to paint to paint. To envision his art.
In the warmth of his skin, her face sat as a feather in his palm, air to his guide. Her eyes put upon him the feral ecstasy of wonder, joy. She rested into his skin there until her cheek was given the affirmation of touch, presence, ability.
Their Holy Kingdom, Akashingo, and words that contrasted the very notion of Senmut from his driven mouth.
Was that how much he loved his empire?
Her gaze was glued; stroked upon his declaration. Senmut radiated acceptance of his role. Then she nurtured the fantasy, even if they never spoke of it again.
She smiled, her voice a flutter, all the while a smooth, swaying tail that acted for his voices touch now. "Wouldn't that be something?"
muehehe good for a wrap up?<3