/lit/ - Literature

>In a twinkling, she became coy and whorish. She even glanced down at her breasts, which were firm with improbable youth. "Because I have been reborn as black earth, as rain and sweating sun," she said. "The Goddess has cast me in Her image, as sweet, sweet Fertility. You will not allow other men to trade me, so long as your loins bur—" "My loins?" Fanayal cried out with forced incredulity. Malowebi gazed and blinked. She literally tingled with nubile promise, yet still she carried the air of old stone. Something... Something was wrong... "Even now," she said, "your seed rises to the promise of soft earth deeply ploughed." Masculine laughter rumbled through the chamber, only to falter for want of breath. Even old Malowebi could feel a tightness in his chest and a matching thickness crawling across his thighs...