Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

This was a mistake. He knew that in his bones, just as he knew he must not speak of this to anyone. The thought that he should turn away and return to his own kin was fleeting. Aventus could not trust Ramesses to keep this secret. It would become something for pharaoh to hold over his head, and Ursus as a whole.

He knew all this, but his head felt muzzy and his legs moved of their own accord. Jawahir's hips went side-to-side as she led him from the throne room with a pair of silver eyes following like a pendulum. He let himself be pulled away to the pleasure rooms as surely as if he had a ring in his nose with a tether to Jawahir's tail. He couldn't stop himself if he tried, despite the shame he might feel later.

His ten second virgin performance was rather unimpressive, but at least it was quiet, and he managed not to wring the coyote's neck to boot.