What could he possibly mean? Dizzily, Ishvari saw that he held aloft a bowl fashioned from a human skull in his right hand, in his left, a smoldering firebrand. He exuded so macabre a sensuality that suddenly she was raging with desire. He smiled, baring jagged teeth as he held her gaze with the chilling power of his own. Grabbing his erect organ, with a shriek all Melukhha must have heard, he uprooted it and threw it to the earth, where it exploded into a geyser of opalescent fire. 

Weak-kneed with alternating waves of desire and disbelief, Ishvari sank to her haunches before him. You must refrain, the ascetic spoke clearly and sweetly, his voice like flowing hone...

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