The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

she danced away; he felt strength flow into him, and followed, let himself be drawn into the darkness of the great trees and the magick that beckoned to him. he drew from it as it encircled rowan and then came near again, to kiss her and to caress the slim lines of her body beneath the ashen pelt. and the eyes that met his own at length were filled with confidence, and with the wanting of her response, and she turned to present her curved body to him.

lasher let his eyes linger worshipfully for a long series of moments before he leant forward to savour her, to tempt her with the carnality of his desire to make her an altar to the splendor of their interlude -- at last he could wait no longer and gathered rowan close, his breath warm along her nape as he brought them together in the most primal of bonds.