Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

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"but she is not here." belen's voice remained soft, though with a gentle insistence. when gucci pulled away, the young servant moved her paw back to a more fitting place upon his belly, rolling her slender shoulders in the water. "what kind of man are you then?" her tones were velveteen and teasing; belen pressed the length of her soaked frame against her own, ready to pull away if the noble continued his stuttering rejection. "i want to sleep with the prince." there it was. belen ran a single claw beneath the water once more. "he has never taken one of us to his bed before. i want to be the first." she leaned forward to kiss gucci just upon his wet chest. "and it would be my honor and my pleasure to show you, before you compel him on my behalf." surely she had him captured now. perhaps he could hear the wild beating of her heart. for this she had been trained and prepared. she had lain with the pharaoh. she had lain with the priest. holy men. divine men. surely gucci did not see himself too above what they had enjoyed in belen's embrace.