full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Even if she didn’t provide free orgasms to all, the potter knew he could probably get some on his own. Still, he was pleased with how this conversation had gone. Regardless of what Wessex might think of Amun personally, she at least finally agreed to let him spread her gospel. He grinned lazily, and gave her another one of his winks. ”Can do.” Indeed, talking to people was his specialty; even those who found him annoying at first tended to warm up to him before too long. Just like the queen had, in fact. He was infectious, that way, or like water, always finding the smallest crack or wearing down obstacles given enough time. And if there was any way to help the queen relax along the way, he would find it. She needed it more than most people he'd met.
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