Lion Head Mesa اجعلني ملكة malaka

ramesses laughed aloud. "he is a perfect little ganymede. my interest in him remains, though i do not think he will ever be interested in such sensations." not with pharaoh, after all. 
"his union must produce children," he murmured, nipping along one silken ear. "he may pursue his taste in men afterward, as a proper and discreet husband might."