Two Eyes Cenote lotus & wine

"is that not my role?" khusobek growled, but there was nothing behind it. he growled in his throat; he crept toward her on body sliding into subservience, embracing the pretty roundness of her rosepetal belly.
the mazoi kissed it, upward along until her face was wreathed in them, until she was hopefully grinning and warmed and delighted as he was —"habibi," the man grunted, pleased at the endearment. 
"you glow as a queen," khusobek at last said after contemplating the radiance of inji.