Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

When the word hit his ears they shifted slightly, like they were trying to swat the sound away, and he didn't know why. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin as far as he knew, plus, maybe he'd had a few lovers and just couldn't remember them. Judging by the way Erzulie commended his ability Firefly desired to believe that.

She shared a fact about herself that sounded more like a riddle. After a moment for the words to sink in, Firelfy understood the meaning. He wondered wordlessly what kind of existence that would be — to turn men in to boys — surely a pleasurable one, an active (in the vein of "cardio is your friend") one. It explained why she was so alluring to him. She was more experienced than he probably was and knew just how to use her body - a great skill.

He smiled slowly, filled with respect and adoration for her. In the back of his mind maybe even a small, thrilling, sense of possession. Soon you'll have made more - sons and daughters, hopefully, it wasn't the same as what she was talking about but he was trying to be clever.