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

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Further he went -- his body alight with a nervous, anticipatory thrum.  It was then that he became more aware of his heart rapidly beating in his chest. It did not matter whom he courted; be it the Ekar-Aji, the preistess, or the woman now who trembled beneath his touch -- the feeling was the same. The excitement consumed him.

But he -- he would consume her.

"Yes," he whispered in agreement. This is what Molech wanted -- and in turn, it was what Khalba desired as well. Though she was grossly inexperianced, by her own admission no less, Khalba was more than willing to pick up the slack. "Let me show you," murmered the man as he continued to run his teeth through the fur of her flank, inching closer and closer to his final destination.

Though young, he was an experianced man -- and it showed as he let his tongue linger teasingly against the soft lips of her labia. It was his purpose to please. He had been taught by the great high priestess Ashtorath within the privacy of her own chambers -- lashed until his technique had been perfected. Surely, it would show now as he partook of this holy communion.