Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

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Part of her wanted to draw this moment out, to be near him a while longer, listen to the rough burr of his voice, and feel his mouth on all the most sacred parts of herself.

No good could come from this- no good.

Eset wanted to be good.

For a long moment the golden of her eyes held his ice, the juncture of their bodies stirring within her that deep and endless ache. Back in Akashingo, back in a long time before, he was to be jodai and she hebsut. Her hand touches his warrior's cheek, and she bows her head against his, reliving it.

“Senebty, Khusobek,” Eset whispers, pulling her arms from his.