Even after the cold water, Sorcha felt a heat in her body, it trailed over her skin, over her strange scars and her swirling tattoos, one set of fingers continued to work upon herself with another as her other was free for a time just as Sorchas’ mind slowly began to pull from the half world.<br/><br/>Yet now in her part state between worlds some of her fleeting moments showed not blood in the snow but terrible blood in the sand. There was death here, so much death…<br/><br/>Still now her mind was so clouded that she could not really see either side clearly but there was blood…yet her arousal had become so strong as her body was not so much invaded rather it was explored. Thus the physical world took over far more than the spiritual.<br/><br/>She heard the voice, though did not understand the words though her hands that still felt slightly numb were taken from her lips and her arousal and placed upon a chest a male’s chest. It felt good, as memories of her mate filled those images of blood in the snow and the sand. Slowly then her fingers that were calloused and hard began to trail over his torso, her mouth was open now, and her nether lips were exposed.  Sorcha reached beneath his tunic and found his hardness. This was certainly no virgin.<br/>