Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

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Desire reeled through him in every way, mind given over to the fire in his veins. But for such a tall man Semer-wati would never use his strength to hurt her. He was fully attuned to Toula, every sound, every jolt, drowning in her sensation.

He could feel her surprise tense beneath him, the little tremors as they fitted together. Rashepses stilled and pulled her closer as lust and concern filled his soul in equal measure. He led her to lay and brushed his lips soothingly over a velvet ear as he moved them slowly together until a time when her breathing blended again into his.

The latent power between them swelled and he pushed his hips firmly, burying his face into her nape where flaxen strands danced with every gruff breath. He’d never felt anyone as good as her. A voice tangled with lust murmured so into the arc of her neck. Toula’s own moans were the sweetest of prayers and from the other each wrung alms of molten gold.

In his mind spun the thousands of hoarded images he’d imagined of her since their eyes looked upon each other across the mass in Luneshale. And in their embrace every iteration of themselves wheeled backwards through the stars to a time when the goddess Iset was first met by netjer Osiris–

– and taken to wife.