They floated on as the boat rocked to the motions of little Pon’s hunger, and though Kalesh could not help looking around rather distractedly at the widening delta whose far edges grew marshy and tangled, and new to him, he concentrated, too, on the sweet slide of that supple, sucking young mouth. Ah, she knew what to do, for she had learned from the best! Yes, upon unexpected and unpredictable night after night across the years, the delightfully wicked Mara had taught herself to tease and please a man in perhaps the most intimate way possible, to make some undeserving lout whimper helplessly in his joy even as, smirking nastily to herself, she stole his seed and made him tired and small and weak. Back in the village, Pon perhaps had only heard these whispered tales of shame, but now throu
