Oh, deeply wouldn't begin to describe it. The Voice was a wellspring of power for her children, and though Amun would not feel the same sexual pleasure that normally accompanied his bites, this would instead be nirvana for his mind.
The world would spin and sparkle behind his closed eyelids. An entire continent raced below: oceans lapping at shorelines, towering cliffs and monoliths, cities made of stone and wood, castles in the clouds and beneath the sea. Moonlight on the water and stars upon the sand. Amun would see himself in these places too, larger than life and with powers he'd never before dreamed of. There was no need to shine like the moon, when he could be the moon. Be a sun.
In this place his body was a work of art; not that it hadn't been before, but with a different artist, different opportunities are available. Safrin believes herself master of the sky, but it could be you, Amun.
The world would spin and sparkle behind his closed eyelids. An entire continent raced below: oceans lapping at shorelines, towering cliffs and monoliths, cities made of stone and wood, castles in the clouds and beneath the sea. Moonlight on the water and stars upon the sand. Amun would see himself in these places too, larger than life and with powers he'd never before dreamed of. There was no need to shine like the moon, when he could be the moon. Be a sun.
In this place his body was a work of art; not that it hadn't been before, but with a different artist, different opportunities are available. Safrin believes herself master of the sky, but it could be you, Amun.
