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The other woman accepted Ibis' presence, seeming receptive to her doting and the shifting of her body, which gave rise to a deeper desire within Ibis.

Each time the mother touched upon the glimmering body of the moon-bathed stranger, they would turn and offer the same physicality; exploring one-another's soft coats, softer curves, bodies scything together in some form of ancient dance.

Ibis knew how to love a man; she knew how to stoke the fire of their lust and take advantage of their desires. She did not know what she was doing now, only that it brought a similar lust to life within herself.

They moved together, touching, caressing, but unable to fill the void that a man could; without knowing how to proceed Ibis felt an ache in her belly and pressed closer to the stranger in the moonlight, letting the feeling of Teya's warm body and rousing affections distract her from her deeper worries.

In the dawnlight she could mourn her losses anew; for now, in this nowhere-space of stolen shine, all she desired was the woman.