Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

her name again in his mouth; she reddened.

they matched, somehow, red and gold and now flushed beneath the short fur of her face. 

the maidservant demanded herself focus more firmly upon the task at hand. she moved behind arsenio, her chest pressed to his spine as she ground out another ridge of tension over his left shoulder.

her head spun. she closed her eyes and continued.