Heron Lake Plateau eye of wrath

In exhaustion, he panted heavily in a struggle to catch his fleeting breath. Khalba slipped of her back as their hips untied and he rounded his queen's side, shooting her a lowly, yet inquisitive glance to gauge the effect of his actions and to see if his performance had been satisfactory. It was his place in life to please, and if he had failed in his task, the shame would be insurmountable. She appeared to be left wanting, but a part of Khalba believed that to simply be her season. Nevertheless, he couldn't leave his queen unsatified.

If it had been up to him, he would have opted for a bit more time, but as she turned her affection toward him -- her tongue trailing gingerly across his jaw -- Khalba was revitalized. As soon as she presented herself for a second round, he reached out with his forelimbs and pulled Eshamun in close before climbing atop her back a second time. He squared his hips against her before laying claim to her body once more.