Malus needed an outlet. A true assassin. Tamil sex “Good. The pinkish tip swayed with each pump of blood. He tried to remember how he’d seen the whores and slaves pleasure each other. The highborn had become accustomed to employing all three tones at once with this damnable mercenary. Anything. such things.” Malus swallowed hard. He’d withstood the cruel torture of Drachaus, Valkhaurs and his own sweet siblings; he wasn’t about to shame himself with an expression of weakness before T’zarkan. Forget the pleasure of the raid. He would get revenge. Suddenly his heart went taught. It must have been the hour of the wolf or there abouts; this was no time to wake a resting noble. The highborn eased himself back onto his bed. Not like that.”
Hauclir froze, trying to imagine
