Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] by far surpassing mortals in beauty,

i'm yers, erzulie
"what a pleasant sentence," she teased, body fired by the sound of approval that had sounded in his proud throat. she kissed his face, and as before, drew sapphique's proud young pirate prince into the shadows.
there she possessed him, and in the possessing, found the goldstrike of pleasure for them both as she found herself engulfed by her own want and tempered by that of njord.

in the span of time where she lay half-sated and languid alongside him, erzulie coaxed him to awareness and asked of njord, "tell me some'ting of yourself." something he had not said before.