Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

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only post for jawahir. it can just be sayf and ramesses now

pharaoh looked out across the mesa as jawahir arrived with @Sayf at their side.
they only smiled once before bounding forward to embrace their lover. cinnamon words filled his ears. the pale wolf kissed their throat and then glanced with desirous lapis eyes toward sayf.
jawahir made their introductions, then watched the hunger slowly climb to the surface of @Ramesses' gaze.

He couldn't help the nerves that rose as they got closer to the mesa. He trusted Jawahir completely, but for some reason, doubt still lingered in the back of his mind. Maybe a life of serving others and never himself was to blame, or maybe he was just too jaded to let himself fully believe things would be different. Regardless, he tried to push it away and focus on meeting this Pharaoh his companion had told him about. 

The man was waiting for them when they arrived, strutting forward to greet Jawahir with an embrace. The greeting eased his nerves some, as did the heated look Sayf received from the striking man. He was handsome, and his eyes drew the slave in, his own gaze inviting as he looked up to Ramesses. He dipped his head as they were introduced. Jawahir speaks highly of you, he said first. Perhaps I can come to know you just as well? His tone was soft and persuasive, his body language inviting. It was a familiar dance for Sayf, one that was comfortable and welcome.

the handsome fine-pointed thing was dusted with crimson that bled upward into grey. truly striking. pharaoh pulled away from jawahir to circle sayf with a slow gait, reaching here and there to touch the coyote with a brush that held steady longer than necessary.
when he had at last returned to his place alongside jawahir, he turned his lapis eyes aside. "jewel of akashingo. you have brought me so many beautiful gifts."
"i am ramesses," he repeated again for sayf. "i would know you in every way."
a grin, and he gestured to the path that wended down beneath the mesa, meaning that sayf should walk before him.

The pharaoh inspected him closely, touching wherever he wanted, and Sayf preened under his appraisal. 

And I would be happy to give you whatever knowledge you desire, he offered in return. It was clear that he was meant to walk the path first, possibly to give Ramesses a better view of his gift. Sayf moved without hesitation, his steps slow as he made sure to brush against the shameless man.

As he took a few steps, he looked back over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't be exploring the territory alone. Golden eyes searched for sapphire as his bushy tail lifted to curve above his hips.

the boy titillated pharaoh. 
ramesses thought of nothing else. he nipped at one sly hip and breathed along the soft fringe of the dusky plume. "the river from which jawahir surely drew you must be a fine place indeed."
an empty comment.
once the room had widened into the bathing pools, ramesses reined himself no longer. he backed sayf toward the water, open and glimmering and proud with his want and his intrigue.

He was mesmerized before they had reached the water, but even more so as he slowly backed towards it, peering up at Ramesses as a worshiper would a god. None of his hunger was masked behind looks or playful words, and Sayf felt completely overtaken by it. Anticipation squeezed his stomach, and he was overcome with playful energy, any concerns long forgotten. 

As his back paws sank into water, Sayf reached up and dealt teasing nibbles and and soft, too-quick kisses to the enthralling man's perfect chin and strong jaw. And now his hips and chest were in the water, so he stopped and gazed up at the pharaoh once more. Sayf pressed against him, nuzzling into his neck, his gaze asking for permission to explore.

the time for words had gone.
other entertainers might draw their nighttime lovers from the pool at last, sequestering themselves elsewhere.
but not pharaoh. he would have whatever he wanted, whomever he wanted, in any place of akashingo.
the harlot's lovely eyes ensnared him. ramesses put forepaws into the water and leant forward to kiss the lithe throat in answer. 
selfishly he somehow hoped another might come upon them. for now, pharaoh only slid gracefully in the water and beckoned sayf nearer to roam the royal flesh as he had wished.

Permission was granted with a kiss to his vulnerable and sensitive throat. Sayf waited only for the pharaoh to recline into the water before he was there beside him. He lay down as well, placing gentle paws on broad chest. Playful teeth nipped at soft skin beneath beautiful, pale fur and then a swipe of his tongue would soothe the area. He repeated this pattern up the god's chest, lingering at the hollow of his throat. Even his scent was bewitching. Sayf nuzzled into the fur of his neck, stirring up more of the man's scent before continuing his pattern of nips and kisses—pain and pleasure. It was an intoxicating combination. And unless stopped, he would explore lower, as low as the pharaoh wished. Sayf wanted only to please him.

sayf was enchanting.
in this moment did ramesses understand his own love for jawahir: the jewel was not here, and yet the care with which sayf had been chosen was apparent.
the coyblood's mouth roved over him. pharaoh was touched and roused in a different way.
eyes darkened with a deep lust, he urged sayf on and leant his head back against the stone, eagerly and fully surrendered to the skill of the brazen little harlot.
ramesses would not come from those pools for some time.

Ramesses seemed more than happy to let Sayf continue as he relaxed even more, settling in to enjoy whatever he had planned for the pharaoh. He had many skills, and he would gladly lend them to the god to use as he pleased. Sayf now saw Jawahir's draw to this man and their kingdom. And now that he was enraptured, he had no intention of leaving. 

He also had no intention of leaving to bathing pools until the pharaoh was sated, however long it took.

<3

when pharaoh returned to himself, new light had grown over akashingo.
and new within his mind, sayf. 
jawahir would forever be his jewel. 
thus ramesses was content to have a new favourite for a while.