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sayf worshipped him. pharaoh felt the aura surround them both and lay back to be kissed and smoothed with honeyed words.
sayf, offering himself in a deeper service to his lover and his pharaoh.
"see if you can break the guard who watches the door of the queen," nipping the harlot's ear, "but truly i want to know if the man germanicus has tastes such as our own."
information for the first. amusement for the latter. "where did you learn to use your skills?" he asked, gathering sayf closer to the cadence of his heartbeat.