Hoshor Plains [m] in the middle of the night in my dreams

Kaluktuk promised to bring Tartok to Ariadne, and although she was intrigued, she was far more interested in the talk of their future children. They will be perfect, she decided loudly, not particularly caring who heard their conversation. But, most importantly, they will be ours. And it was that that excited her most; they would be a product of love and passion.

She kissed him again and again and again and again, trailing from his lips to his chest, where she would begin to nip at him. We should practice some more, she suggested with a laugh. You know, practice makes perfect!