Damai

The Saint of the Moon.

“He isn’t thinking about the first time. He is thinking of his five years as a saint. Thinking of the man he has become, and the way he reached his destination. We are different men. The things the priests have done with us – different. Hafar has looked into our eyes and found different needs there. He has made of my body a receptacle for their love.

“It has not been this way for Damai.

“The priests have seen the long hard cock of the boy and melted their bodies around it.”