Luneshale Pass bite & blood

"who can know," khusobek grunted. he should pull away; she was meant for greater things than him. there was pleasure in their union, and now a soft blossoming warmth, but a mazoi could do nothing to elevate a woman.

his cheek, then, pressed into the cup of her palm and then the crocodile stepped away.

khusobek's face would burn for the remainder of the night. "it is good to have you here, inji."