Shimmering Sands sun conch

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— her grin flashes—wide, savage, all tooth. a glint of blood still dried at the edge of her jaw makes it feral.

the queen's head tilts just so, breath hot against his cheek. voice the rasping like the fanning of coals. you will.

her eyes slit with delight. satisfaction. black sea takes. black sea gives. she strip you to bone and build again. muradoii way. some guilty pleasure it is to depart this knowledge to him. to infect his lanzadoii mind with the way of muradoii; to see what may reflect in that single, burning eye of his.

her breath thickens. without notice, the white-pelted woman turns. a body made for violence, made for bearing warriors, swinging with both power and sultry intent. going now to corral the children in the distance.

leaving chieftain with the sight of her war-hardened muscle and pup-softened belly.