The tall lean uratha was breathless between the kisses, those deep erotic, passionate joining of souls. If last night had been a coupling this was so much more, and to be truthful Peggerty had not imagined that anything could be more wilde than then. For the irraka had never yet found her match. However this was yet more, this crossed all boundaries of all possibilities. Of course she had never though of such passion within the hisil yet she had not realised that others could pass over and for her to be with another of her kind in this way was a terrible and greivous sin.<br/><br/><br/>However as it was, all that was far from her mind, a mind which was filled with images of past or present or even a mingling, occasionally woading seemed to pass over her own skin and his. The blue paint of the warriors of old, from a very different place, and a more differant time.<br/><br/><br/>Feeling now his hands upon her shirt and the way he moved against her was sending sensations that bubbled over, sensations that filled her and danced over her and brought her so close to climax even before they had even undressed. It was as if all the lifetimes they had perhaps led culminated in this moment.  She was not afraid here for they were both creatures of life and all that they were doing joined only created more, and the spirits would feed from them. They were safe…safer than either could imagine.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind Peggerty began to tug at Craig’s clothes and her own, her body had a sheen upon it and it seemed to glisten in the deep light of the hisil, still the patterns of blue occasionally passed over her flesh.<br/>