ing love on a Persian carpet Shrike had manifested with her magic book behind a dune near their camp.
Shrike smiled. "Its funny to hear you say that. No one ever talks to me about my eyes. Even Ozymand didnt. Everyone thinks Im sensitive about it or something. "
"Maybe theyre afraid to piss off a hard girl with a really big sword. "
"Youre not. Thats why I like you, pony boy. "
Spyder took a handful of sand and slowly dribbled it between Shrikes breasts.
"You shit," she said, brushing herself off.
"If you ever get bored and decide to off me, my preference is being fucked to death. "
"Duly noted. And I wont let Primo eat you. Not all of you. " Shrikes hand slid down Spyders body and wrapped around his cock. "I wish I could see your face. I wish I could see you hard. You feel good inside me. " Spyder kissed her and started to become hard again.
"What was that?" he asked, pulling away from her.
"What?"
"Listen. "
They both lay quiet for a moment.
"Its the ruins," said Shrike. "Underground machines. Some of them have been humming on their own timetable for a thousand of years. "
"Shit. I was afraid it was one of those balloons. "
"Relax. Nons watching for them. Do you have any cigarettes left?"
"No. I wanted to trade for some in Berenice, but I decided to get mugged instead. We going to live through this, you think?"
"Thats the plan. At least if we die in Hell, well be close to where were going to end up. "
"You can always find a little rainbow for me," said Spyder. "Does killing mean anything to you? I know its
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