“Bind the girl to you, Ash. Bed her well. Tell me if she glows brighter when she comes.” Yes yes yes The image formed, so vivid it was as if the Everlasting Dream was trying to make it real. Sachi, silken braids wrapped tight around his fist, golden skin bared to the torchlight, her sweet lips parted on a cry of ecstasy as he worked into the slick heat of her again and again until that translucent rainbow exploded outward to swallow them both.
