Luneshale Pass Benim.

The little lion’s surrender sent a deep rumble through Samir’s chest, the sound vibrating between them like the purr of a predator finally sinking its teeth into its prey.

"Mine," Samir murmured, the word dripping with satisfaction and raw possession. His golden eyes roamed over Arslan’s form, taking in every rise and fall of his chest, every flicker of emotion in his gaze. His paw stayed firm against Arslan’s throat, a gentle reminder of the dominance he had claimed, but his muzzle softened, brushing against Arslan’s ear with a reverence that belied the heat of his actions.

"You have been mine," he whispered, his voice low and sinful, as if savoring the truth of the statement. “And you shall remain mine, little lion, until the gods themselves pull me from this earth.”

Samir leaned down further, his body pressing fully against Arslan’s now, the warmth between them impossible to ignore. He nipped once more at Arslan’s jawline, the pressure firm enough to leave a fleeting reminder of this moment, then let his breath ghost against the other’s fur.

His paw eased slightly, no longer pinning but resting against Arslan’s chest as his lips curled into a softer, more intimate smile. "I shall take you away when the time comes," he promised. "When Ra wears his crown once more and welcomes his son home."