mother’s teats. This one has quite the tongue she does.” Brendan grabbed the tongue of a molewoman -- whom I ascertained to be Shrendice -- that stood next to him, leaned in and licked his
tongue against hers. Together they moaned. Brendan turned to me. “I think it’s time for a good
fuck, what do you say, my friend?” With you… Anything with you.
Shrendice wordlessly grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, Brendan followed
close behind. Soon we entered upon a large stone door, with etchings of the mole-tongue
encarved all about it.
“The mole-people call these ‘fuck-chambers.’” Brend