Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

She hummed at the breath against her neck, softly panting as they remained tied. The only sounds she could hear for the moment was their breathing, the rest of the area around them silent except for the sounds of night. She thought of what to say; these things were always awkward, especially since she barely knew most of her lovers. But she knew Xan. Xan, She breathed, her voice deep and throaty, Why did you leave? She whispered.