Taryn was caught in the fire of the passion that Raschen ignited. His paws were everywhere as were his mouth and tongue. She pushed at his muscled chest, panting,<br/><br/>"Raschen, your position, your priestess," she feebly protested, "I don't want you to hate me tomorrow."<br/><br/>He growled in her ear and moved over her, nipping her shoulders.<br/><br/>From that point, Taryn couldn't remember exactly what had happened. Her skin was glowing but her eyes seemed to be permanently rolled back in her head. She hadn't ever known Raschen to be so masterful. His former reticence was not an inborn shyness but a habit adopted to serve him in his self proclaimed celibacy. She had never known herself to be precious and fragile.<br/><br/>His heat surrounded her. His tail encircled her and Taryn knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she belonged to the Kuguar and he belonged to her. His love making was more than body to body, he had penetrated her soul. How could this be an abomination?