Lion Head Mesa spear & sickle

<3333 lovely as always, thank u!! i will absolutely toss her his way again soon hehehe

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Inji had never known the gentle touch of a man in any capacity.
To be taken was to be ravished, to shut up and arch your back when asked. And when she'd been tossed as if she weighed nothing, she had only stared with parted lips and wide eyes, awaiting just that; to be desecrated, to have to bathe herself when the day drew to a close.
But that was not what she had been met with. Instead, there was curiosity, warmth; worship. She found her arms snaked tight around his neck, nails dragged across well-muscled shoulders; she found her own power within it — the timid girl, commanding, directing him as her confidence grew; her own brand of godhood that would remain locked within these four walls and in the harmony of gasps that would surely keep her awake at night.
Oh, dear goddess Bastet, she could have fallen in love with him.

***

He leaves her unraveled, renewed and yet exhausted, in a haze as a pelt is pulled up over her shoulders. He tells her to rest, and she says nothing as her hooded eyes follow him. When she finds herself ready to stand, she fetches herself water and crawls clumsily back to her room.
And when the gift is brought to her door, her face is lit with glee, and she does not question who it could be from.