The atmosphere, the flickering and crackling campfire, the primal lust and desire in Maura's eyes. The warriors around blended into the darkness of the cave with their brown and black furs. They were easy to ignore.
And Zach was a young man.
For years, he had been surrounded by beautiful women—not just surrounded. He had wrestled and fought with and against them more times than he could count during training and sparring. He had made physical contact with 'areas' that invoked thoughts and desires.
He had not had a single outlet.
Zach had thought about it on many occasions. But doing it with his familiars…
Something deep in his heart told him it was a line he shouldn't cross. At least not yet, but maybe not ever.
He had thought about doing it with Nora, about changing their relationship from one of Young Master and Maid, to one of equals. He had thought about it a lot on occasion.
