The blonde looked beautifully mournful, but oh, how the raven-haired girl’s eyelids fluttered in their wordless gratitude! Back in the village that had reviled them both, the clear-eyed young man blessed with the gifts of the giant had but crooked his finger and spoken a handful of words, and she had come. Without a backward glance she had followed him day after day across the face of the world, uncomplaining, never asking where they would go, or why, or how far. Yes, and night after night she had lain beneath him, too, open and tousled and flushed with pleasure, always ready to be used as the boy’s merest whim desired. Stuffed full of his throbbing c**k or tied helplessly to squirm and beg, whipped and lashed with sweetly intimate cruelty or having her most sensitive little points pinched
