The Sunspire [m] war dart

muskrat did not. she sat up as his shadowed form moved down the mountain, allowing her desires to show plainly upon her scarred face for a moment. yes. she imagined it now, how akavir might drive the staining heat from her, join with muskrat upon this mountain in a collision of hard-muscled bodies.

for a moment she only drifted through several images, some of which involved both light and darkness converging pleasantly upon her, for they both were favorable choices despite her aggressive rejection.

but moments of exceeding pleasure would turn into sickness, into vomiting, into breasts that ached and a belly that eventually dominated one's entire being.

shoving away the fantasies wishing to truly take form in her mind, muskrat lay down once more, intending to force herself into sleep.