With respect to what happened last night... Well that's something interesting. She is sure good at pretending. All throughout the day, she goes on innocent as ever, like nothing is going on. She does not speak more than would be appropriate to me. She does not touch me, though she sends me passionate glances when she is certain no one is looking. Nothing has frustrated me more. Never before have I wanted to get away from one person. But like a moth drawn to a flame, I stayed as she bayed me.
The next night, on the outside I hoped and prayed that she would not come to my room. But when I heard that gentle rapping, I knew my inside prayers had been answered. I only paused for a second. I had to give in, though I cursed myself for my weakness. How could one sex have so much power over the other?
An hour later I lay thinking as the sweat on our bodies glittered gold in the firelight. I lay thinking of a time in my life long ago. I'm sure every male Amberite (and maybe some female ones) has a period in their life that they really don't tell anyone about. With the power of the Pattern at their hands, they find things that mortal man spends his time thinking about. Money. Power. War. And of course, sex. I'm sure all of my uncles have stretched their imaginations in years past and fulfilled fantasies hot and steamy, dark, wicked, and nasty.
It's amazing that we don't grow tired of it sooner.
I also went through another phase that I'm sure all of my uncles experienced also. I grew tired of sex. Living life as an immortal puts an unusual frame of mind on the barer. After about a century of life, I began to question the things I had valued before. I mean, how much variety is there in the friction caused by rubbing a mucus membrane? I received no pleasure from the experience. After that, I did not share my bed with a woman for nearly fifty years. Then I began to realize what the matter was. Yes, the sex was boring, that much was given. It was the woman that was interesting. I found that the best way to KNOW a woman was to sleep with her. That made all the difference. Once I got that through my thick skull, the pleasure returned.
So I guess I was beginning to know this woman that lay beside me. The first night I could not question her. I could not ask her why she had come here. And the obvious question: why me? I know not her reason for keeping quiet that first night. But the second night my courage returned and I was able to make sounds besides the soft moans in her ear. "Why are you here?" I finally managed.
"Shhhh, my love."
"No. I want to know."
"Don't move. I want to keep you inside me as long as possible."
"Don't try to change the subject. Come on, now tell me."
"Isn't it obvious, my dear? As soon as I saw you I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you. If two people want the same thing, why should it be denied them? What is wrong with our animal instincts?"