Heron Lake Plateau eye of wrath

How blessed he was to partake of these pleasures of the flesh. His place among the sisters, a servant to their desires, was a gift in itself. It was a life of satisfaction -- and now he he would have his gratification unabridged. It was not a thing of tenderness as Khalba rocked within his queen, but a thing of passion and pure, unadulterated lust, and pride. These gifts she would bear to Molech, they would be his doing. Oh, how pleased the eight armed one would be.

He lost himself to a steady, yet fervent rhythm as he slowly drove himself further and further until the point of climax -- thus ensuring a sacrifice could be made. The Kingdom of Molech would be washed by the cleansing blood of the innocent. Their longevity and their power would be unparalleled with an offering such as his.

It was with heavy breath and heaving sides that Khalba's rough rhythm slowed to a stop. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he came to rest upon her back.