It had been too, too long since Hazel’s last fling. She had had Adonis and Chiodos both - princes both - but too long ago. She had birthed seven children and they were now gone, gone for a long while, and she was alone and . . . horny. The girl had high libido and was a seductress and temptress, but she wanted to be utterly dominated, shown her place by a competent male. Adonis had been too gentle for Hazel’s taste, though she enjoyed the fact that she had been the one to despoil him (and he her, as it went). Chiodos had been more to the tribrid’s liking. He carried a sense of danger and malevolence, of strength. Not to mention he had helped to engineer an entire plague . . . that was Hazel’s kind of thing.
The Russian blue lady (if she could be called a lady) was in the ice caves, which she thought just the tiniest bit funny because she had eyes of ice to match. She was yearning for a good hard lay, though she was not sure where she could find one in these packless lands that she wandered each day. She had been lucky to find Adonis and then Chiodos . . . she desperately hoped it would happen again.

“That’s the price you’re payin’ if you want my magic!”