Mount Apikuni rooting

"i teach other things to him also," muskrat whispered, nipping for the hotblood vein of her lover's throat, where she could feel the hot press of life against her tongue. but moreover she was pressing down upon what she perceived as something. something unnameable.

she left behind those who wanted to own her, and tested sacsayhuamán with these allusions to hex. "so. you stay? or go?" the clutch of the other's territorial arms were remembered.

despite herself, muskrat thrilled.