Lion Head Mesa the [m]arble hall

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And maybe just now, she was reminded, and she remembered, that he was truly gone. That he'd left her. That after doing her best, doing all that she could, being his perfect angel, that he left her. That after looking to him as a god, he left her. It was real, and it had happened, and his scent was fading. The pain upon her throat where he had once pierced was little to none. There was nothing left of it to remind her of him, no shock down her neck that let her relish in his presence and command.

Had she not done good enough? Had she done wrong? In steps of circles and tease, those questions attacked her body and her mouth came to a quiver, her lips bringing forth a whine. There came that begging, her tail trying to tap the ground as reality started to set in. Make it go away. Make it leave. She didn't like these thoughts! To Senmut, she came to a split-second sit, lapping at the air in his direction with her tongue, swiping his fur with her flank, asking him forward, wanting him to come to her stronger than he was, and then she stood.


Fine then. If he wanted to leave her, he could do that. He could go his own way, do his own things, be his own man. Without her. Without his raven.

And she would make him regret every second of it.

Her worship was given and fell to another being. Another god. Another wing under holy that wanted her, and she made it clear she wished to know all about him in gentle brushes against his fur, intimacy beyond a body- and oh, how she had wished to be ravished too, she loved it, her attention was far from gone. Far from away. Lustful, wild laughs at times. Eye contact, touch, keeping her mouth close or against his, coupled with big, expressive eyes lost in distinct innocent wonder.

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When it was done, when they decided they were done after endless starvation on empty stomachs, they were collapsed beside one another. Her nose had a slight run to it from the warmth, it had been moments of recovering and silence, and for a moment, she would wonder if he'd leave.
But these were his chambers.

His chambers, his chambers, his chambers! When her long settled breath had finally caught, that cheeky smile finally crept back up her lips again. "Prince, you take all new mazoi to your chambers?" A little Joker! He was fun. Looking towards his nose bridge, she stretched on her side!