Sun Mote Copse Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats

Among the Malkaria -- the true believers, there were no mates who committed themsleves to one another. There was no love among them but the love given freely to Molech. Such emotional trappings and entanglements would only complicate their way of life. This was something that Ar-Khalba not only understood, but embraced. There was a simplicity to pursuing pleasure.

She responded to his touch much like a fish on his hook. He had her. Now he need only reel her in. "We all belong to Molech and to Molech alone," he explained. Though he was bound to serve both her and sisters, she claimed no ownership of him -- nor did he claim ownership of her. In the eyes of Molech, she was free to do with her body as she pleased.

He returned to touch her once more, trailing his teeth through the soft fur of her flank. "In fact, such passion is—" he paused to sensually pull through a knot in her fur. "Encouraged," rumbled the man after a beat. It was then that he calmly drew his muzzle further across her body as he worked his way closer to her fragrent shrine.