Greatwater Lake the fall of new york city

Kaxwaan is no eunuch, no inexperienced boy.

But he takes the bait not with a lecher's theatrics but with subdued reverence. Enthralled by the tigress, he nips along the solid curve of her shoulder with bared teeth. His movements are heavy-handed and they linger, as if inebriated.

He takes a great amount of pleasure in the way her flank warms his cheek for those moments where he grazes alongside her, their paths and bodies overlapping like two birds in flight.

Then they separate, and he nimbly turns around for more.