Lion Head Mesa Aten

The touch of the girl was eager, insistent.

Belen had transformed – it seemed that all it had taken was the loving touch of another. There was a burning flame inside of the girl that hadn’t been there. Kasmut could not help but admire it. The pale figure allowed her frame to draw nearer to Belen’s. The warmth from her body was delightful. What if Pharaoh were to see them that way?

Kasmut pressed her nose to the girl cheek. She drew kisses to Belen’s face, stopping only to look into the glassy eyes of the bold woman before her. The white flower wanted to tease. She wanted the girl to want her and to be denied. The temptation felt so strong, however.

Show me what you have learned, Kasmut demanded.