Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

No, no, the Pharaoh is with the queen, he murmured into her neck, hoping to chase her worries away, hoping to press himself as close to her as their bodies would allow.

The autumn leaf pulled, and he followed without resisting. Into the shade and quiet of the bare orchard, into the tangle of tree branches that stretched toward them, Arsenio followed.

Her head was on his chest, and he placed his chin there, nudging her nearer to him. The man wished to tell her that they had all the time in the world, that there was no need for secrecy or urgency in their visits to one another. We will have long enough, my autumn leaf, he rumbled warmly to her. How have your days been? Tell me how you fare?