Mount Apikuni i mean, when he made love to me, it was like he was fixing a carbouretter or sommink—

another whip, this one with a wider reach. bhediya was still unsure, but as andraste spoke, she find herself more interested in finding out. did the scent tempt her? this self-professed undómiel, was she wavering as a man might? 

were the situation any different, she might not have thought much of it, instead opting to change the topic completely. but this was different; bhediya was in heat, her body longing for any affection she might receive. would it be wrong to request such a thing?

she would keep her desires to herself until prompted to do otherwise. do you mean this as an insult? she teased, her expression easing into something warmer, more impassioned. there was an uncomfortable air between them, one that the magician found herself reveling in.