Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

"redhawk caldera is a place of women. and rather noble ones. they will not know what to do with a pleasure servant." his lips curved in the dark. pharaoh's tone was conversational. "but you are right. and i am thinking of jawahir. perhaps the jewel of akashingo can serve in other ways."
satsu shifted closer beneath the furred covers. her fragrance surrounded him, not in a cloying cloud but something like a gentle mist. he reveled in it, marvelling at himself.
the galloping of his heart was wildly uncomfortable. 
satsu, close to him; he slid his head just some inches downward and felt his lips touch the edge of one ear.
he did not caress her. ramesses did not understand what ruled him now, what made his limbs anxious where he had never been before.
satsu said his name. he thought perhaps she was beginning her walk toward sleep.
pharaoh gingerly slid his sculpted arm beneath her shoulders and drew her somewhat against him.
"may nunut touch your dreams." a blessing for his queen.