Nephthys pressed back against him for the kiss, her tail wagging as the electricity felt like it was flowing between the pair of pharaohs, pulling back for a moment to howl an announcement to the island about the pair becoming married. A summons, though the Pharaoh would not wait for anyone to continue, before she returned to the kiss.

I take you, Vasili she breathed as she pulled back again, brushing under his chin and along his side, tail up and inviting. To be my husband. You've met each challenge I've given you to test your strength and more, my soul, my flame. Nephthys circled him, always touching. You've risen to each, as turbulent as it's been, matching me stride by stride. Venturing out when I could not, finding our first slave, finding our island, raising our children alongside me...staying The unmentioned mother implication was of course, strong. Reign had disappeared on Creole long before now in their marriage and child rearing, was a small part of Nephthys waiting to see if Vasili would follow suit despite his hatred of the black cloaked woman? and you've brought me gift after gift, even when i'm being a bitch about something the last part as said more in jest, a playful note to lighten the mood again.

And then at last, seductively as she leaned down in front of him, body positioned so the pair would be looking dangerously close to the abyss as they celebrated their union. Claim me, as your wife

She didn't care if anyone came to answer their call and watched them fuck, hell, she might make this a wedding tradition for future weddings when they were a true pack.