Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

“”

She writhed beneath him, and the God growled His acceptance of her, acquiescing to her request with a tightening of His arms around her young waist, the violent thrust of His hips against her own; her pain would bring Him pleasure, and in the next moment the pale muzzle had sank downwards to grip the flesh and fur of her ruff and drag Clarice back against him.

Lecter cried out against the atrocity committed with his body, but he too felt the burning lust of his Dark God, and conceded with a brief anguished remembrance of her lovely face that the sensation was beyond all that he had known thus far, the forbidden meeting, the knotted tangle of father and daughter in the swamp-black ardor and encouragement of Sos' own roar.