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- Looking for partners
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- dragon age series, asoiaf series, erotic, dark fantasy, high fantasy, suspense, adventure
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The constant reassurance swayed her to stay by his side. Seth was right about the guards. They never found her, they never found him. She always found herself in the garden at the most fortunate of times, or the bath. Osiris never seemed to suspect what truly was; She hoped he never did. It would be traitorous. She would be stoned to death if he found out, or her head, hacked off. Her heartbeat resumed a normal pace, the hair on the back of her neck rising as he took a whiff of her. She enjoyed it when his fingers touched her hair, playing with it, tugging at it.
"He dared cross your path," she murmured, splaying her fingers over his chest and running her fingernails slightly over his new heart, "But you took back what Osiris tried to take away. He is far too ambitious." There was no offhand response. Osiris was Pharaoh, but that didn't mean his wife wanted him on the throne. She held a mocking tone, a veneer of indifference, but that changed promptly when Seth took her face in his hands again and she felt warmth radiating from yet another kiss.
Isis couldn't help but laugh, interrupting the few moments of silence. "You kiss me far too much," she teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Allow me, Pharaoh." She swiftly rid herself of the cloak she'd forgotten about and grinned coyly, gently pushed down on his chest. He fell back onto the couch and she hiked up her dress, finding comfort on top. "You deserve far better than my lips." Isis leaned down, her hair moving to one side as she breathed into his ear and her fingers danced dangerously along the edges of his shendyt. "Don't you believe so, my love?" She kissed the side of his face, and the two fell into sin once more, bodies entwined.
Isis left far later than she'd expected, but it hadn't swayed her plan upon return to the palace.
"He dared cross your path," she murmured, splaying her fingers over his chest and running her fingernails slightly over his new heart, "But you took back what Osiris tried to take away. He is far too ambitious." There was no offhand response. Osiris was Pharaoh, but that didn't mean his wife wanted him on the throne. She held a mocking tone, a veneer of indifference, but that changed promptly when Seth took her face in his hands again and she felt warmth radiating from yet another kiss.
Isis couldn't help but laugh, interrupting the few moments of silence. "You kiss me far too much," she teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Allow me, Pharaoh." She swiftly rid herself of the cloak she'd forgotten about and grinned coyly, gently pushed down on his chest. He fell back onto the couch and she hiked up her dress, finding comfort on top. "You deserve far better than my lips." Isis leaned down, her hair moving to one side as she breathed into his ear and her fingers danced dangerously along the edges of his shendyt. "Don't you believe so, my love?" She kissed the side of his face, and the two fell into sin once more, bodies entwined.
Isis left far later than she'd expected, but it hadn't swayed her plan upon return to the palace.
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