“I liketo let it marinate.”
He madea disgusted sound.She snorted.For a time, Isaac gazed up into the erodedstone ceiling, listening to the lichen fire pop and sizzle.He closed his eyesand opened them again.After a moment, he said: “Zaria?”
“Hm?”
“Ithink you’ve ruined my sexual tastes forever.”
Shemelted into giggles.“Oh, ‘twas always my plan.”
Hercheek nuzzled into his chest.Her breathing slowed.He could feel theirheartbeats mingling through the flesh, almost syncing into rhythm.
Sleepcalled to him.The day had been long, and he couldn’t say that this was not themost comfortable he’d felt since the start of his journey.But, through thehaze of their coupling, he felt his uncertainties rise again.
Thenecromancer.His father.
Whatthey had just done.
What itmeant.What he was doing.
Thefuture.
Her eartwitched.“What’s the matter?”
“What?”
“Heart’sbeatin’ fast.”
“Whatdo you like about me?”he asked, suddenly.
Sheshifted her head, as if opening her eyes.His heartbeat only went faster.
“Won’tanswer that.”
“Whynot?”
“Isaac,my intention toward you ain’t really subtle.Don’t think too hard.”
“I knowthat—”
“Areyou not enjoying this?”
He wascovered in saliva, sweat, half a carpet’s worth of her rubbed off fur, andseveral drying smears of cum, donated by both their bodies.Her own body wassoft, warm, and crushing.
“I am,”he said.
“Thenwhy are you thinking your way out of it?”
“I—Ican’t help it.I’ve always had to....”
He’dalways been struck for wrong behavior.
He hadto know.
“Fine,”she said.“I’ll indulge you, just the once.I expect no more of this in thefuture.It’s not healthy thinkin’, and I won’t abide it.”
“Sorry.”
“Shutup.How’re we gonna split the treasure?”
