Lion Head Mesa Voice of man

“They say variety is the spice of life,” amusement passed through semer-wati’s golden eyes as he looked into the handsome face of the holy man. A laugh mingled with the sound of combing over tangled fur. There was something in Senmut’s bearing, firm and imbued with compliance, which made for no world beyond this moment’s play.

Rashepses was a king with a crown, wealth, and the favor of gods. He had his lioness and their union transcended all earthly delights. But Toula was not the first to grace his bed and she would not be the last. One day he would take other noble ladies to wife and sire her sons.

Though now–

“I have Tuna in the red palace. Eset in the blue,” he smiled and melted another berry upon his tongue. Some men sought gods, others whores. Rashepses wanted both.

“But a man’s arms can never be full.”