It is itself an eye; black, half hooded, with a look of divine serenity, not unlike Menkeret’s sacred eye. I meet his every beat with equal force, I answer his every moan with a growl of pleasure, I return his every caress with tenderness and my eyes reply to the lust burning in his own. Hot xxx There is indeed a hint of meekness in his eyes. I silently consecrate this rite of love to him; Menkeret, Lord of Eleision. The Darrakhai are not a particularly altruistic people and find it difficult to comprehend selfless behavior in others. “Why are you thus attired?”
“This is the garb of the ‘Sublime Chamber Players of the Lord Deichellys’, as we are known, rather fancifully, by our master. My eating some of it seems to reassure him and he partakes at last.
