marked M for thinly veiled allusions to anatomy and secks.
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he had been warned away from the sound, but taltos was a persistent lot, for lovely scents flowed thickly upon the wind of his home, and drove him mad. blue willow was the first object of his desire, but childbirth had decommissioned her ability to engage in physical pleasures with him, and so he set his eyes to the elusive high priestess.
she knew what she did, the vixen; she had turned her back to him at the last meeting, and and the curved shape of her rump had been revealed, with the softly veiled mouth of her sex visible in his mind's eye, and he could well imagine the pinkly ruckled flowerbud tucked above. oh she knew these things, surely! and taltos both loved and resented her for capitalizing upon his weakness, and resented too the turgid leap of his traitorous body at the sight of her in such a vision, or the mental conceptualization of her rubicund nipples.
and so he paced along the beach, not so near as to risk her wrath, but near enough to scent the briny fragrance of her pack, and lasher sought the invisible trail of her personal aroma, hoping fervently she had come into season, and would therefore not dissuade him from his pursuit.