Lion Head Mesa [m][sc] Nun

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Her delicate body draped across the throne where once sat her sister, and father, and now Semer-wati had mounted her beneath him until her spine pressed into the seat of power and he was free to look upon all that was Pharaoh.

His teeth found purchase of the plush skin of her collar again. A low rumble shook them both, unable to think beyond the sensation of her. His kiss was harder this time, laced with the thirst he feet pulsing inside them both. His paw brushed along the length of her thigh, and then they were fitted together, pushing close– closer than before.

It was more than staking possession. There was something much different about his wife this day, the whole of her like a sun sought to find every unreached limit and ensnare him with her energy. He was less gentle than before, but no less loving. He felt himself powerful, a demiurge that moved instinctively towards consciousness, with a need to create something corporal between them. Not because they should, or because it was expected, but because he wanted to define himself by her. He spiraled Toula until they were a single form, and gave to her the sweet ambrosia, nectar of the gods. This was divine providence. This was how art imitated the Gods.

“You and I will change the world,” a promise groaned deep against the side of her cheek.