Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

Dilating eyes fall upon Khusobek’s own voltaic gleam, countering between disquiet and want. She should not desire this, but as he draws forward a raw compulsion begins to lift her croup, so that he might fit her to him-

There’s a gasp. Save for it, Inji says nothing. She does not need to; her eyes sear into them. It is the sharpness of a look that means to ward the hebsut off-

After a moment’s composure Eset slips through the veil of leaves, her lithe figure now freed to poise a chaste distance away from Khusobek.

“In the coming weeks I will have messages to relay to the Erpha-ha. Woud you please see that they are delivered?” Her tone is only professional.