Tuktu Weir nile god

mmmn, only the blessing of your company.
jawahir needed little else.
to hold his attention meant they would not ever go hungry, that their bed would be warm, that they could slowly tip the universe in favor of the horde.
they sighed happily beneath the fawning of the man, moving only to stroke at the finery upon his body or tease at taut muscle.
come now, you have rested enough.
their deal was decided and now jawahir awaited payment, eager eyed and wanting.
none other was allowed to exist within his mind but jawahir.