Two Eyes Cenote [m] hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

she would hope a biological man would not go into heat! she did not know much, but she knew that wasn't... how it worked, was it? she looks at him, bewildered, before her eyes begin to widen into saucers and she realizes — oh. wait, you mean you're a virgin?
oh, boy, she wanted to sink her teeth into him.
she guides them to a spot beneath the shade of a creosote, where they can sit and watch the cenote from a safe distance. the sun shimmers along the flaxen sand, a mirage against the unforgiving winter. talisman could think more on it, she thought; gather more information without the pressure of muat-riya's authority — and she could escape from responsibility for just a little bit longer.
pharaoh wanted to expand into the south when akashingo got a bit too crowded, and she also wanted a place to honeymoon with her consort, inji tells him in idle thought. aaaand i decided to stay here. because a pleasure palace needs people to, like, provide the pleasure, right?
she did not mention khusobek, nor her hope that he, too, would make muat-riya his home. the thought of him made her stomach hurt, sometimes; as did the thought of rashepses, the night they spent together.
focus. she wanted to focus on the boy in front of her, the soft topaz eyes. it is fun, y'know, her voice becomes heady, bashful. her paw drags through the gravel. the pleasure part. when it's with someone you like.

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