Lion Head Mesa [sc] root & gut

"but you are my mess," khusobek grinned, winded and sated despite the leap once more in his blood! surely something had been added to that wine, and he did not dislike the spiced effects.

he kissed her, he stroked her slender arms; "you are very loved, inji," the crocodile murmured, voice gone husky with feeling.

she made him feel as if Ra would truly rise His barge each day, and khusobek knew the hubris of placing her where the god should stand, and yet it was Ra he thanked for inji's very light.