Lion Head Mesa sword & jaw

his touch was deft and light. khusobek did not linger. his breath riffled through several hairs along her nape. "our queen owns every collar in akashingo. but this one is mine, to share of my own accord."
circling, until eset was before him with her proud back to his bedfurs. the red stone glinted from its new backing of obsidian. "it suits you," khusobek said, and stepped beyond her, back to his couch and the cup of wine upon a shelf.