Lion Head Mesa myrrh

ramesses purred roughly. he poured himself against the wet body, wended his alabaster arms around the jewel whom he held like no one else within the palace. "jawahir," he said hotly against one silkweave ear, "do you wish to be my concubine if the time comes?"
akashingo's hebsut was awarded the final honor.
ramesses held his breath, nuzzling closer.