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It shames him to want her, his beautiful child-bride, sixteen-years-young, who looks at him from dark doe eyes that are at a level with his, as it relieves him that he does want her, soft and slender and silk-smooth—hasn’t touched unscarred skin (that’s unpaid for) years now.
So, shame, and relief, and unfolding lust, twisting in him, he draws her gently—so gently—by the hand to his bed, this girl who has less freedom to reject him than even the camp whores would.
He has as little right to reject her and tries very hard to stay gentle.