Lion Head Mesa estrella [m]

this was what @Kasmut had tried to explain, over and over. the queen tasted of ramesses and her own sweetness. belen had become slightly intoxicated herself upon the confusing fragrance which clouded rosily upon her countenance. pharaoh — why had she not comprehended before? it felt almost worshipful, the manner in which they held her, stroked her. she felt ramesses shift and her eyes opened, drinking in the look of the queen, gazing at her as she had been bid to do. all of her soft; all of her wanting, understanding and yet not.