Rosewater Oasis [m] i breathe dusk

arkane's heart seems to move lower in his body, a pulsing heat he works to contain. samirseti grins, and his heart beats steadily at the bottom of his stomach. he leans forward as he is invited to do so, breath brushing the king's muzzle as he passes with a sly look.

teeth nipping softly at the fur there, speaking to his desire. to take, to be taken. to consume and to be consumed, wholly. nectanebo's tongue brushes warm skin, and a cold nose follows suit, tracing his pulse and coming to rest at the base of his throat, where he makes sure his pharaoh's fur is free of debris. one paw crosses over the other, content with this ritual for the time being. he will stop when he is ordered, and until then he will get drunk on the scent of a pharaoh.