Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

He could not stop thinking of what Kukutux meant to him. What the spine was, and all the work he had done. It was not enough for any of them. Raimo did not deserve the dismissal he felt; so when the woman crooned to him he turned and listened, called to her as once he was called by the moon-woman.

Laying low as she was, Raimo towered over her. He moved to press his nose against her cheek, snuffling, probing at her. He was rough at first but softened as her foreign scent filled him with ideas and desires. It had been weeks since Kukutux had wanted him — and as she had awakened something desperate inside of Raimo, he thought he had found someone who could commiserate.

A low note of desire pulled from his chest. He felt a warmth in his belly as he positioned himself over her, this stranger — knowing what he wanted, presuming that it was what she desired. She could try to fight him but she was thin and frail, and he saw in her the weakness he could take advantage of.