Chapter Five.

My need draws her into my radius as if I am the sun and she the earth.
She finds that her movements are directed by the might of my gravity.
Even against her will she twirls around me, displaying her beauty for my eyes alone.
Her ritual mating dance I view with no hope of overcoming the desire such a magical performance invokes in my being.
I cannot resist her feminine essence, which fills the air around my domain like sacred smoke rising from the mystical incense burning in an abalone shell.
She entices...