Sheepeater Cliff [m] eighty-eighth

Ra had long laid his claim on their bodies by the time the raging heat in their bellies tamed down to a simmer.

Senmut's heart crackled into her ears. Back bound to the prince's chest against the warm ground, head leaned just enough into his red fur to keep the sound continuous. Birds sang a holy song after their prayer, and though the man's command had been to the sun, the sun was not the body given worship.

Seth could look down and seethe at her new God.

There was a fuzziness now. Fuzzy.. Where were they?

"...Sen-mut." There was no reason to whisper his name now, and there was not a single reason it was drawn out now other than the simple fact that she felt like it.