Lion Head Mesa II

How blessed this stranger was to be struck by the lightning hands of one of their gods. Did he know? Did he know this? Did he know what he'd done to have been so close to the god? Their god spoke with burning words, and she felt all of them seep into the bed of her skin. Only her god in Senmut had struck deeper, but it still singed.

The invader was circled, and in the midst of rumbling steps, the mink morphed into the shadows of figures; though, they were unneeded when the king had instead her own quick feet. Feral laughter boiled from her lips from the excitement of arousal, of anxiety. Low headed, and a violently swishing tail. Big, squeaky laughs from an otherwise tiny mouth with even smaller teeth.

Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em! The kings women! The kings women! How dare he! How dare he!