ah, the circle of brightness came as it had before, and beneath its eldritch glow lasher passed first his tongue across peregrine's muzzle, his own plume swaying behind his hips. the burn of the devil's breath upon his ear was titillating, humbling; he was worshipful of peregrine as he had not been of eismitte, only julien, though the frenchman had never met his intentions as the dark creature did.
the embrace of the strange light was galvanizing, and again his eyes fell to lidded pleasure. taltos ducked his muzzle beneath that of peregrine, his senses filled only with the texture and fragrance of the devil; he slid his lips in featherlight motion toward the proud arch of peregrine's neck, toward the mortal pulse of verve and passion there.