Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

jawahir nodded.

they would not ask again. their arms went around kallik as he continued to seek their embrace.

perhaps our meal might wait, jawahir whispered knowingly. he could seek a mouthful before he left akashingo.

they wished to leave an imprint upon the pallid visitor. their mouth opened beneath his and they grew soft and wanting, urging him onward.

the mesa's power was an experience for all who might come.