Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

ramesses watched as his newly glowing equal entered their marriage bed.
he followed suit. he nosed beneath the skins until he lay on his back beside her. pharaoh folded his paws elegantly over the rabbit-fur coverlet and stared up at where the vaulted ceiling disappeared into darkness.
this was what she had wished, was it not? a wedding night free of any illusion that ramesses might desire her. he lay like an idol of limestone beside her, cool and with a serpent's cold curiosity pursuing each moment.
"we should send ruenna something. she witnessed a good deal tonight."
but he did not laugh. ramesses turned his head against the bedclothes and reached to feather her cheek with a polite kiss.
he shut his eyes.
in his throat and in his loins he felt a surging; he applied all of himself to the courtier's control.