Otter Creek obsidian

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ramesses worshipped many gods but his lusts had been crafted in the image of Mwn.
that is to say, they were exquisite to an end and demanding to another.
he meant to expand that moment into an eon.

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pharaoh rolled away from the wild little forest-god and stretched energetically. such exercises had an opposite effect upon the divine one; he was renewed. ramesses moved to a seated position and looked with lingering desire over treva's prone figure. "if you desire my worship again, come to akashingo. it is my palace."
teeth dazzled in a grin; he meant to leave her now, save yet her voice stilling him a moment longer.