Chapter 8

Yellow and Blue, their life force already taken, lay facedown on the floor, breathing only in quiet, ragged gasps. Red was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. As if determined to stay at Doran’s side until she fainted, she crawled sluggishly across the bed and drew up beside her to carefully wipe her sweat-soaked face. Doran belonged entirely to Green. Green, the oldest of the dwarves, was especially shy about sex with Doran. That shyness was why she preferred to keep going gently and courteously rather than fast and hard. Perhaps that was why Doran felt a fierce desire toward Green, who had endured to the end and claimed her for herself at last.