Rosewater Oasis [m] remember your pride

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set after formation thread, for @Samirseti

into the crevices of the new palace, a much less grand mesa with many crevices to serve as the hallways. deeper crevices served as chambers, but none led to caverns that weaved through the entire palace. not any that racharra could find anyways.

she parted the vines that draped the royal bedchamber. another larger crevice obscured by a dense layer of the oasis foliage.
a hunt would be needed soon. pelts were needed. the people shouldnt be lying atop the hard floors, or have to cook themselves under the sun if it meant sleeping in the grass and sand. the palms could only do so much.
all of hers are still trapped, but they would carry the stench of death. it was pointless to try for even the one toula had gifted her.

she patted down the one pelt the couple did have. racharra would sometimes sleep separate from samirseti, parting in the night to ponder and mourn. but tonight would be different. she laid on her side, and waited, listening to the hums of the night.

samirseti steps through the draped entrance of their chamber, the vines brushing lightly against his dark shoulders.

gilded eyes fall upon his beloved who rests upon one of few hides home to the oasis. her form curved softly against the lone pelt. usually, sleep has claimed her by the time he has arrived—or perhaps he does not pay attention enough to notice her still awake.

a fault on his part.

are you restless, ya seshf? he moves closer, his shadow spilling over her, and settles beside her with the slow grace of a panther. he lowers his head slightly, his muzzle brushing briefly over her shoulder, while bringing a paw to cup her cheek.

to turn her eyes to his.

your burdens are mine.

samirseti was a strange creature to her.

he emerges from the dark and his shadow envelops her when he couldn't. his touch ignited a flame but there wasn't more to it.

a near mirror of his uncle. sometimes that fire would be one of rage. sometimes, in the dark, it would be one of passion. right now, it's both.
she passed her tongue over his paw, eyes fixed on his. he settled and filled the curves of her body. to kiss him or bite him, racharra struggled to decide.
and yours mine. guided by his hand she turned herself around to face him.
maybe. i don't want to sleep. while she spoke her muzzle would slither just underneath samir's chin, kissing along his jawline. rage melted away for this moment, distracted by intimacy.

there comes a rumble in his throat, as her tongue flicks upon his paw. he comes to grip her tighter then, eyes of sultry fanning gently upon her face.

pressing himself closer to her, bringing connection upon them which was finite.

to her shoulder, he presses a languid trail of kisses. his dark nose feathery, light upon her fur as he drapes her in his affections. from shoulder to the back of her neck, he tends to her; the paw which cupped her face coming to rest upon her paw, to join hands.

no, he did not love racharra. yet, there was no denying his attraction for her. she was beauty, grace, the chosen between here and the heavens. he would cherish her—decorate her in what extent of love he could offer her, but who was to say they could not bloom? their reign had only just begun.

they had between now and eternity to come to true bliss.

let us be restless, my ankh. a breathy whisper that cords in heavy tendrils through their chamber. ever darkening as sunset progresses into twilight. his tongue comes to lap behind her ear, then along her cheek, as he grooms her with a smoldering intent.

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samir's body closes in on her own, stealing a breath from her. she sucked in another quivering breath through teeth, and warmth spread through a twitching body. she leaned against his paw for support and comfort, paws beginning to claw along his back.

one part of her felt disgust. another, lust. she had learned it tonight when samir's lips explored and pressed into every inch of her, and ignited a flame she'd never knew she had until now. he would show her more, soon. his gilded eyes, in between each kiss and struggle, mirrored her own thoughts. tonight, she would become a woman.

her own tongue explored, caressing over his arm, underneath his chin and along his jawline. eager for more, and her own anger that she could enjoy this. ogre tusks would tempt fate by nibbling wherever it could, egging him on. that was the queen's answer to his demand.

her touch, her teeth, the way she claws at him—he feels her answer in every eager motion, in every quivering breath stolen between them.

he is victorious.

she is his.

his jaw tightens as her tusks tease, a flicker of something dark and pleased curling at the edges of his lips. his body presses into hers, shadow and gold swallowing her whole, an unspoken claim written in the language of touch and breath.

you tempt a god, he murmurs, voice a molten whisper against her ear.

his tongue swipes over the mark of his choosing—her throat, her shoulder—his teeth grazing where flesh is softest. he wants her to feel it, to know what she has surrendered herself to.

she is his queen, soon to be his wife, and tonight, she will be remade beneath his touch, forged in divinity, in fire.

her temptations ignite a flame, and soon she's smothered. suffocated by a strange touch and feeling that only the man on top of her knew how to give her. 
she shivers, the cold bite of night seeping through the few gaps between herself and samir enough to send tremors through her body. the warmth of samir's breath, brushing against her ear, did little to settle her.

her head tossed to the side, paws tempted to push him away. it was too much. but she bared through it.

racharra shuts her eyes tightly, putting faith in the new Pharoah that conquered her.
then make yourself mine. whispered through trembling breath.

his gaze sharpens, gilded eyes burning in the pale glow of the oasis moon. he is pleased. she submits, yes, but there is fire within her submission. not meekness. not fear. she is strong, as a queen should be.

his teeth flash in wolfish grin when she turns head to look at him. brushing their noses together. his breath fans against her lips, heat radiating from his gilded frame as he presses his hips against hers.

his paw trails down her side, claws grazing gently along her ribs—he will give, and he will take. his tongue glides along her throat, where her pulse beats furiously beneath the surface. he nips at the edge of her jaw, poised to take her;

and so he does.

fade!!!!!!