Lion Head Mesa اجعلني ملكة malaka

the pharaoh hungered not for his collection, or his prized jewel, but his wife.
jawahir had returned after their lovemaking had concluded; not in entirety, but once the scent of satsu's want had alleviated to the point that the hebsut could breathe freely again, they were content to return to duty.
before, they had roamed far and wide to satisfy their own wants.
jawahir lingered now in the deadlands outside the palace, where the mazoi often ended their days. poking around the barracks.