Lion Head Mesa Aten

The girl had learned a good deal. Kasmut was pleased by it, by her, and did not shy away from the touch of the other Fellahin.

When they had pulled from each other, the pale figure smiled sweetly.

Very good. Her voice dripped with honey as she planted a single kiss upon Belen’s snout. The girl would go far if she continued that way. Kasmut could tell that there was a thirst inside her. She had her own wants, just as the pale girl had. And it will only get better. Jus as Akashingo would.