Northstar Vale das gericht

rising, pining, the tidal force of her sudden shift from oceanic grief to desperate lust — mahler surrendered all desires of his own and allowed himself to be carried flotsam upon the lashing waves of andraste's hot mouth.
unwilling to resist — let her drink all that she wished from the very hollow of his bones, a liqueur as payment for the mahler-cracked heart hanging painfully in her downy breast.
why did she come to claim him even in the tightening grasp of his answering desire, why did he not pause them, why did he not speak to her as an equal, as a lover might croon words of soothing to a fractured soul?
because he had no ability for any of these things, mahler gave himself up to be devoured, and swept her close and down and into the range of fanged kisses that stole the lines of her throat, her chest with its delicate fluted collarbones — answering, answering.