Her mind and spirit still soared as she eagle though her body yet responded so beautifully to this man, for how could it do ought else with the strange concoction coursing through her veins. So similar when she chewed the plants so her mate could drink her piss before battle, so similar to the brews made by the men of wisdom. Her head still swam, and more sounds which seemed to be of pleasure spilled from her mouth just as her arousal spilled over his tongue and into his mouth.<br/><br/>Again she writhed and jerked against him for now she was not on some stone table her spirit allowed her to remember the first night on the furs in their dark home. The wind and the wolves howled in the distance singing a song of mating, a song of fertility.  They had mated many times for he would not take her truly for his own until her belly became as the moon when it was full. No man would take a barren one, a man needed a mate that was fertile…here it seemed different.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered again as she part remembered where she was  though something was bringing so much pleasure and the mixture that was made continued to keep her both docile and aroused as she opened more fully. More unintelligible words joined the other noises something like a purr from the cat...she knew the wilds not here...<br/><br/>It was as if she was speaking both to Autolycus and her mate. Her hands reached down then to the mans hair her body was moist with perspiration, still in the distance something called, she went to move from the table but something seemed to hold here there.<br/>