Lion Head Mesa fist & jaw

eset was obedient in a way that pleased khusobek. he dipped his muscular arms beneath the water as he awaited the servant's attentions, smirking toward zaahira in a way that alluded to her choice in lovers.

were she a man, the mazoi might prevail upon the fire-woman to take this one to her chambers, to lose herself. to forget. hypocrisy on his part, khusobek supposed: no matter how many times the flesh was gratified, the heart lost no hold.

and so he only and openly watched, relaxing in the warm lap of the wellspring.