Lion Head Mesa [m] scorched earth

ramesses purred an approval, approaching to smooth his chin just over the tips of the proud hairs guarding her nape and shoulders. he did no more than that, letting her scent wash over him.
"i enjoy many things about you, treva." she was his subject but she was no fellahin, and to that end he could not compel her to him, unless she wished.
the royal gently nipped one of her ears, teeth gently pressing against tip to base. "shall i go away?" he breathed huskily.