It reminded him, vaguely, distantly, of his wedding night. But there were no promises here, no vows, no sacraments. Not even the expanse of desert. No fire, save for the little lights in the lantern. Stone, yes, but not the same stone. Cold, yes, but not the same cold. A woman's body, yes, but not the same, not the same, not the same. At least there was blood.
Maybe she was going to lose her mind after all. The thought passed vaguely through his head and was gone again.
She could bite and scream all she wanted, he still held her and rode her hard. And the next thing he knew, he was coming down inside her, shaking and groaning as he did.
Again, a vague thought: would she feel the same cold that so many did? Or would the span of worlds between them hide that from her? (Keeping her from conceiving would be easy--that's magic--but the cold could still seep in.)
He lay on top of her, spent and breathing, breathing in the smells of cold and stone and flesh and sex.
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Date: 2013-05-29 07:23 pm (UTC)Maybe she was going to lose her mind after all. The thought passed vaguely through his head and was gone again.
She could bite and scream all she wanted, he still held her and rode her hard. And the next thing he knew, he was coming down inside her, shaking and groaning as he did.
Again, a vague thought: would she feel the same cold that so many did? Or would the span of worlds between them hide that from her? (Keeping her from conceiving would be easy--that's magic--but the cold could still seep in.)
He lay on top of her, spent and breathing, breathing in the smells of cold and stone and flesh and sex.