Author: Guede Mazaka
"This is a sin in my land." Bark jabs pointedly into Ahmed's back, diving through every rip in his shirt just as Herger's hands do from the other side. He throws his head back as his legs ease down Herger's waist, as his body drops onto stiff heat.
"It's not looked too kindly on here, either." Mad grin, because Herger doesn't care. Never does, and especially not in this place, which is neither Arab nor Northman land. It belongs to the wendol. It belongs to taking. And they take.