Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

she devoured him with her eyes, an amazonian despite whatever flesh bound them both. he stopped dead, tailtip wagging; he allowed any exploration she might want to have of him. to be used and to be discarded; to be demanded into rise; it did not — hinder lestan as he thought it might.
as he thought it should.
she did not speak and thankfully nor did he, inching closer on trembling legs with a little whine proclaiming his willingness to be commanded by her whims for a time.
quietly, witchvoice spoke; mayfair blood! mayfair blood! should it not end with him? alas! too late he was to turn now from his body's lust.