Heron Lake Plateau eye of wrath

eshamun hmmed lightly below her breath, her eyes glowing as she leant forward to touch her nose against that of khalba in a brief show of gentility before she turned and let him embrace her. the smile faded from her lips as she felt the rut of his hips against her own; the man gained sudden entry and eshamun gave a small throated sound of pain. but she bore him all the same, parting her forelegs to support the weight of him over her back.

in time the discomfort subsided; the movements gave way to a gentle sort of pleasure that tugged distractingly at her loins. it was not the explosive thing that she had heard described in quiet giggles by the other malkaria, but it was something to be enjoyed.

it was for molech, she told herself, and so settled into her own mind, knowing this must occur again and again until the eight-armed one saw fit to seed her womb.