"Well, it was all worth it," he whispered to the damp air, wiping his face.
He could still feel the phantom sensation of Lyra's body convulsing around him, the way her will had shattered under his command. It wasn't just about the pleasure, though that had been spectacular; it was about the shift. He had turned the head of the household into his first devotee.
He quickly cleaned himself, adjusted his loincloth, and stepped back into the main room.
The atmosphere inside was peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm of lust that had filled it minutes ago. Arelia had tried to mimic his cooking and served the roasted rock-badgers and tuber mash. It wasn't Sol's cooking… it was bland and slightly dry… but after the day's exertion, everyone ate with gusto.
