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His muzzle drew over her neck and she gasped lightly, the sound soft in the air. She shivered at the touch, though it was not unpleasant. His whisper was hot in her ear, burning her insides and sending her heart thumping and dancing in her chest. She met his eyes as he pulled away, her own orange bright and flickering with that same fire. She swallowed lightly, understanding what he meant, what he insinuated, and not understanding it all at once. He was to serve her, to bow to her wishes as a woman. It was strange for her to imagine being in control of another, to be capable of delivering orders.

And the breeding, she realized, it meant he would lay with both her and her sisters. Her parents had been mated in the traditional way, had told her of one day claiming her own mate against the world. Of course, some could be unfaithful they warned. A true mate would stay with her and only her, as her father did for her mother and mother for father. Yet this too her parents had gotten wrong. Molech liked his followers to share their bodies freely? He wanted the males to join all the females, the females to join all the male. They would all connect on a primal and base level. Her thoughts were swirling through her head, and it was likely obvious she was thinking this over by the look in her eyes. The fire had slowly lessened, giving way to thought.

She exhaled breathily, her desire buzzing under the surface. It was pushed down by her curiosity, which was stronger. "Me...and the sisters? All of us? Molech...wishes the sisters to share mates? Do...do wolves mate under Molech or...or are we all connected?" Her mind was mulling it over, mashing it into a shape that was manageable. She'd be lying if she said it didn't appeal to her. To be connected with all of the followers of Molech...to let Molech truly choose who would father her young...it was frightening but an exhilarating thought. She had lived her life in fear and worry, and the idea of tossing the very option of pups, of life, to the Many Armed God seemed...divine. In truth, she had always feared being mated as her parents had. It had so destroyed her mother when her father had died. She had already seen so much death and couldn't imagine losing one she deeply depend on. If Molech was her lifemate...she could never lose her God as she had lost so many others. And the needs of her body could be tended by others, others she might grow to love but not lean upon as she leaned upon Molech.

"Lusting...does the Many Armed God frown upon those who lust for another?" Her eyes pointedly flashed to his and then away, it was clear this time she was concerned for her own reason. Molech wants us to live, she thought, wants us to enjoy our life so long as we serve. The Many Armed One will feast on the joy of our soul and our offering...and the feast can only be full if our souls are full of life and emotion. Of lust. Of love. Of devotion. Her heart soared as she waited for Ar-Khalba's answer, full of love and awe for the God that had chosen her...if she thought correctly.