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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 234 из 293“She said she took this off herenemy’s body, but that she never saw babies with it. Lust, love, infatuation, but she could not see the babies. What if this is not the queen’s ring, but a ring meant for a fertility deity? We were nature deities originally, before human need turned some of us more civilized. We are that which is primal, basic.”
“The sidhe have not been that in a very long time,” Kitto said.
I turned to find him still lying in the nest of towels, as if he hadn’t moved. “What do you mean, Kitto?”
“The goblins were the last of faerie to embrace the idea of only one spouse at a time. Once, if the husband, the dominant partner, could protect, feed, and house more, then you were allowed more if they all agreed.”
“I wouldn’t think that the husband would care what the wife thought,” Galen said.
“Technically, husband only means dominant partner, not the sex of a goblin, and he or she could bring anyone in without the wife’s permission. But in reality, if you bring in someone your wife hates, then your home life becomes a battleground, and not even a goblin wants that.”
“So you could be someone’s wife?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“But not a husband,” Galen said.
“I am not strong enough to be one.” He writhed on the bed of towels. “Why do I smell honeysuckle as if summer has arrived and I am standing in the sun? It’s so warm.”
“You were in the hall when Merry and Mistral had their little fling,” Galen said, his voice almost as light as his words. “Apple blossoms for me.”
“Like standing in the orchard in spring,” Nicca said.
The two men smiled at each other.
“Spring energy,” Kitto said.
I looked at him. “What?”
“They’re both spring energy,” he said.
“And what are you?”
“Summer, when the land is hot and ripening.” He writhed on the towels as he said it, his legs straining out as if he were close to orgasm. His body was thick and ripe again.
“And what am I?” I asked.
“Autumn,” he said. “You are the land when the harvest comes. You are what the year works toward, Merry.”
“And what is winter?”
“The long sleep,” Kitto said.
I laid back against him, using his groin as a pillow. It brought a small sound from him. I gazed back at Nicca where he still knelt. “Tell me what you want, Nicca. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you on your back. I want to see another man push his way inside your mouth while I mount you.
“The sidhe have not been that in a very long time,” Kitto said.
I turned to find him still lying in the nest of towels, as if he hadn’t moved. “What do you mean, Kitto?”
“The goblins were the last of faerie to embrace the idea of only one spouse at a time. Once, if the husband, the dominant partner, could protect, feed, and house more, then you were allowed more if they all agreed.”
“I wouldn’t think that the husband would care what the wife thought,” Galen said.
“Technically, husband only means dominant partner, not the sex of a goblin, and he or she could bring anyone in without the wife’s permission. But in reality, if you bring in someone your wife hates, then your home life becomes a battleground, and not even a goblin wants that.”
“So you could be someone’s wife?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“But not a husband,” Galen said.
“I am not strong enough to be one.” He writhed on the bed of towels. “Why do I smell honeysuckle as if summer has arrived and I am standing in the sun? It’s so warm.”
“You were in the hall when Merry and Mistral had their little fling,” Galen said, his voice almost as light as his words. “Apple blossoms for me.”
“Like standing in the orchard in spring,” Nicca said.
The two men smiled at each other.
“Spring energy,” Kitto said.
I looked at him. “What?”
“They’re both spring energy,” he said.
“And what are you?”
“Summer, when the land is hot and ripening.” He writhed on the towels as he said it, his legs straining out as if he were close to orgasm. His body was thick and ripe again.
“And what am I?” I asked.
“Autumn,” he said. “You are the land when the harvest comes. You are what the year works toward, Merry.”
“And what is winter?”
“The long sleep,” Kitto said.
I laid back against him, using his groin as a pillow. It brought a small sound from him. I gazed back at Nicca where he still knelt. “Tell me what you want, Nicca. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you on your back. I want to see another man push his way inside your mouth while I mount you.