Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

It seemed they were two being trapped in this moment, the rest of the world a blur. He came nearer to her, his midnight face to her earthen, his sleek neck arched ever so elegantly, and a strong arm brought up to trace her jawline with a single claw. She felt chills, a shiver running along her body; arousal.

It was as if Tadihor was in a trance. She didn’t speak until well after his words ceased, agreeing to his previous words with a nod. “Very well.” She replied, her body quivering from their closeness. “Allow me then, to congratulate you and the Pharaoh, Semer-wati. Taweret must be envious.” Narrow eyes of gold looked to those of Ra. Perhaps there was much more in store for Tadihor than she had expected. For now, it was just her and Rashepses, and deep in her mind, she wondered if this was something to embrace, or to fear.

We can close this up whenever you see fit. I must say, I am quite intrigued with how this played out. Your characters are simply fabulous. ;)