...lf and fought her against this pleasure, they would both fall together.

            And after leaving a darkened mark upon his neck, Naieyle moved her lips down upon his chest, hands parting the edges of his open robe and caressing the muscles of his youth.

            She purred to him, eyes closed with an attention that focused upon all things haptic.

And if she knew the truth, the dagger concealed against her thigh would be at my throat.

            And from the wide river, the black silhouette of a loon swam with a watchful ruby eye. It laughed, then, at this bitter moment, as a tear ran down the face, of the one who called himself Allerk ibn Gerauhd.