Chapter 57

Tonas could not tell whether moons or tines had passed when he felt a series of taps from a small hammer on his skull. He tried to burrow down beneath the golden bedding. He didn’t escape. The pressure escalated and the hammer grew needles. Tonas, in his half-sleep state, had entertained visions of Anya and Jonal’s lips caressing his stiff member. He had dreamed of lubricating himself in Anya’s juices and using them to penetrate his Firefly while their Anya sucked Jonal to completion. He had been on the verge of sliding his long fingered hands down soft curves and over hard valleys of the two very different bodies presented in convenient nudity on either side.

Again, the needles, sharper in intensity, digging. What…the Beast, it has to be the Goddess be damned Beast. No, I'm not getting up. It's Jonal’s turn to feed him.”