Lion Head Mesa aguila

this time belen did not fight. kasmut had fed her and given explanations. she had tensed to feel the other's tongue on her face but found the grooming pleasant in spite of herself. at the idea of bathing, belen balked, looking around to see if that man might suddenly appear. "what furs?" she demanded, hoping that her idea of what came after was not the reality of the situation. to rule and be worshipped. "do you worship him, kasmut?" belen asked, her tone skeptical.