"There is a god lying here with wet fingers."
Qetesh stilled her panting and responded, "You've no imagination, my sweet." She flicked the tip of her tongue over his middle digit before sucking it hard. "I'd requested your toes." She savored her salt tang on his fingertips, and the metallic aftertaste of naquadah.
"I've a more dignified gift for you later, my Queen," Ba'al growled, inserting himself where his fingers had been. He tried to drill the amusement from her face for the better part of an hour before emptying himself into her.
Shikra blade, Qetesh heard her host whisper.