Shadewood Just did a bad thing

It was a violent and heated affair, each dragging the other, sweat dampening the dirt beneath them in a slop caking of sex-musked mud. But Sithis above, if it didn’t feel good, he would be damned to lie. He only knew her. Only her. Her voice, her despicable moans and those goddamn groans. 
And it was all he knew as he took them to hell’s gates, hand in hand.

Time had cooled them to steaming piles of fur and tangled limbs as their pants whisked away in plumes beyond. Cry had nothing to say. Did she? A single degree of lift skewered a glacial to assess his General.
But before anything could cross his mind, something unbelievable came to be-

his silence was broken, as barks of laughter streamed from a gravelled throat.