Lion Head Mesa Those times you clapped and called for quiet

The way Sayf spoke of tending to the Pharaoh would make some lovers jealous, but not Sakai. A small tingle of satisfaction that he secretly possessed his fellahin's head space while tending to others gave him great pleasure. "Sounds like you're right, another day in Akashingo." The shivers increased as Sayf hit a particularly tender spot on his neck, deep within the white plume he could not reach alone. The giant emit a low rumble as he thought over his day.

"Mine was particularly boring, which is good for the pack I suppose. No one to fu- eh, no one to politely escort from the territory." Knowing eyes and a wide smile fell upon the sunny gaze of his lover. He did not swear in front of those he courted. It was something he prided himself on, wanting to be as gentle as possible in their presence to make them feel safe and at ease. Sayf was no different, if anything he was special company. To be treated like a jewel like no other. Of course, speaking of, Kai found himself enjoying his duties as a soldier more and more these days. It was a good time to fuck someone up who deserved it. The power felt too great.

"Would you accompany me in a walk? Do you need to eat or anything?"