Lion Head Mesa myrrh

“And my wife,” a dark brow cut high but his lips rolled with a smirk, “yes, you will soon meet the lady of the house. I’m afraid she’s made a domestic man of me, Inaros.”

The king purred and rolled onto the side of his hip, at present resisting an urge to pull the maidservant onto his lap as he did so. A deep groan sounded when the girl kneaded into the strained muscles of his neck and he arced himself delightfully against the pressure.

“So you’re not a soft boy anymore, hm?” He growled in jest towards his rascal. “Good. My wife is carrying my sons. They will need guardians— and good counsel” Trusted advisors to the divinities of Mereo.