saw her, face-to-face, glowering away at those crude men.” Skanda uttered a dramatic sigh. “Oh, but she was a cool goddess, so exquisitely featured I recall thinking that even I could not do justice to sculpting her face.” His round face gleamed with rapture. “Her eyes, by Rudra, I was drowning in those pools in the space of seconds. Her lips were moist rubies,” he continued, licking his own, “red as pomegranate seeds. She was virgin then, but she glowed—” Skanda paused, seeking the right words, “as if she had fucked a grateful god who had injected her with seed of pure gold,” he finished in a rush. He bowed apologetically. “Forgive my description, Holiness, but the woman was truly mesmerizing. People said Takshak deliberately unhinged her with drugs. One c...

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