For Marley this was one of those times, as she stood and stared at the creature before her - half man, half beast - almost attractive ... but no, she would not let her thoughts take her there (as he had hoped) - for it did not, and would not, could not, feel natural.
His chest shone with the oil that had dripped down in trickling beads, as the girls began front and back to smooth it into his leathered skin.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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