Lion Head Mesa [sc] root & gut

he kissed along her palm, down her slim wrist, up one forearm to the slender shoulder; "i will show you, my wife," he promised in a throated voice, catching her up and all but carrying her off to the pleasantries of long grass in the sand.

he did not care who saw; such was the love of their royals and so would theirs be also, open to the amused eyes of god and mortal alike as the holy ones coupled in divine splendor.

and inji, he would make her remember she was woman before all else, the crocodilisk promised to his own masculine self.