Naaghai Lowlands [m] Bitis

the need of his flesh was not his own pleasure, it was hers; it was to see the wildfire beating in pulsepoint and flank again and again, to be consumed entire as the land beneath inundation.

hers in completion, tireless, answering command spoke and not; a willing automaton, a fawning golem constructed solely for her devourment.

his breath was caught in stages; khusobek remained attuned to her. a snap of proverbial fingers would bring him alive once more.