The rest of the summer passed in a blur. Days and nights following a familiar routine. The nights she spent in the arms of her lover, breakfasts spent teasing him with increasingly scandalous outfits. Once, entirely naked. But her favourite had been wearing only some thick cream across her breasts and painted over her womanly mound. Kivan was usually fastidious about resisting her charms until they could retire in the evenings together. But seeing her painted with feed, he’d immediately scooped her up and carried her back to the bed to feast upon her. She’d missed her practice with Ari that morning. And Kivan had offended a pair of travelling chieftains of outlying tribes near Khama with his later arrival to their summit. He had never expressed any regret for their actions that day, but S
