Lion Head Mesa estrella [m]

ramesses would have told the lie, that the words of his queen did not send a jagged spear of purest lust through him. he kept his eyes trained upon her own, lapis against lakeblue, knowing. approving. he loved her more in this moment. and he did not hesitate.
ramesses reached forward to lick along the jawline of his queen and then sent his gaze scudding heatedly toward belen. 
jawahir had said months; he would not wait. he did not wish to wait. pharaoh reluctantly drew from satsu — her scent chased him, surrounded him, and moved to stand before belen.
he compelled her to rise, and though her head was downturned, ramesses reached to lift her chin with his muzzle.
"look at your queen," he murmured, pushing her toward the plinth where satsu lay in languid beauty. 
lips pressed between her hackles; ramesses gentle and unhurried.
the education of belen would reach its crescendo here.