Lion Head Mesa Well, I don't wanna know

She had not seen Him for many, many days. For the new hemet had been quite devoted to her works of worship. But still, in those days, she longed to be wrapped within that lustful grasp. To feel his warm breath against her neck while he planted kisses there. Maybe it had all been a fantasy, but it felt so real. 

Blinded by her desires, Sokha sought out @Ramesses in his chambers. Slowly, the dancer entered, tail caught between her legs.

Divine one. Your eyes have not graced me for many of days. If I may be so bold to ask it, I wish to indulge in their sheen.

As much as she wanted to admit it, she could not. The pharaoh had stolen away what innocence was left of her. She had given in to his requests... first becoming a mazoi, then an entertainer, and now... a hemet. It was an honor, surely, but the longing for more could no longer be denied.

Give me more. She pleaded; silently, sweetly. Innocence gone. Virtue gone. But as for her want? It would never cease. Never.