Chapter Fourteen
Mistress Reyna climbed off me. She turned her back and moved several paces out into the deepening gloom. Facing the halved moon just clearing the horizon she assumed a spread-legged stance and raised her arms high. Commandingly she spoke a few words in that harsh, guttural language that seemed full of hard consonants and glottal grunts. Then she lowered her arms, turned back to me and folded them under her breasts, watching me pant and squirm and clearly anticipating a much more satisfying show.
For a moment nothing happened. Then I spotted a scurrying movement by her feet and elsewhere. From the desert all around arthropods appeared hurrying directly toward me. Ants, beetles and other insects, plus spiders, centipedes and scorpions of all sizes and kinds answered her su
