Tuktu Weir nile god

a warm buzzing through every inch;
he always left her so pleasantly satisfied.

reaching with a stretch of first the forelimbs and then the hind, to hear the satisfied pop of joints. her back ached; it was a good feeling, the leftover bliss overshadowing any and all complaints.

until pharaoh asked for the other jewel.
mmn, elsewhere, for now.
a smile came to jawahir's features, coy, soft, sublime — dark eyes flashed possessively.
was i not enough for your great appetites, pharaoh?