The Lesser Transgression
THE LESSER TRANSGRESSION
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Here's a bit of character development that I did for a fantasy universe that I'm currently working on developing. Hope you all enjoy. ^_^ First time writing dedicated yiff, so rip it to sheds so I can improve!
Standard disclaimers apply.
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Time and civilization had taken many of the animal instincts out of the chimerans. The hunting instinct, however, remained strong...
And so it was that the vulpine Lynya Kallidras, 'Lyn' to those who weren't currently in trouble with her, leaned back against the cool stone wall with her arms crossed under her breasts and felt a rather primal satisfaction as she quietly observed her prey.
He was a stunning specimen, a find of rare quality even among the ranks of the paladin-candidates. Auren Lysander was his name, a black-furred jaguar from northern Carizaal. Even the bulky suit of plate mail that covered him from his neck down to his toes and the metal boots that helped support the weight of the armor could not conceal the grace and power of his movements as he sparred with Armsmaster Levitt. His ears were flat against his skull and as the sparring exercise turned him to face in her direction, she noted a certain satisfaction in the glow of his eyes and the slight smile on his muzzle -- a satisfaction akin to that of an artist applying brush to a canvas, or a baker pulling fresh loaves out of the oven. This was his job, this was his calling, and it was obvious that he enjoyed every moment of even this practice combat.
Although Lynya was no slouch with the staff and dagger herself, she could hardly keep pace with their flowing movements as sword met sword and sword met shield. Levitt avoided a quick plot to trap his blade and counterattacked; without visible effort, Auren threw the blow aside on his shield and came back in from Levitt's unshielded side with such speed and ferocity that the cleric had to throw himself backwards, nearly losing his footing as the blade missed by inches. Despite committing heavily to the attempt, Auren was still able to bring his blade back to block a series of quick strokes towards his chest. Levitt seemed to be lagging a little to his left -- but no, that was a feint and Auren recognized it, backing away a half-pace to circle the point lightly. Lynya realized that she was grinning like an idiot, and didn't especially care.
"I'd... almost thought you... beyond me, boy," the Armsmaster's wizened voice came, although with slight hesitations between the words. Was he out of breath?
Auren grinned as he replied in his mild, calm tone and continued to circle slowly left. "Beyond you? Never in this lifetime, Armsmaster. Again?"
Lynya felt both of them call upon Do'Ami -- the Lord of Justice, she mentally corrected herself, unwilling to blaspheme even in her mind. Both of them seemed to glow with a brilliant inner light that was only in her mind... for it did not illuminate any of the stones around them. Lynya leaned forward slightly in spite of herself, vaguely aware that the younglings sparring in the corner had given up any pretense of practice to watch. Each blow rang resoundingly against the other's sword or shield, as though one or both might break at any moment, the movements so quick that black panther and grey wolf mingled together, white tabard and red swirling around one another. Sparks arced away from each blow, and it was all Lynya could do to keep her jaw from hanging open. Levitt was going all-out, and Auren appeared to be holding his own. Incredible.
The pace built up -- the fighters moving faster, and faster, until all at once the end came. The blur of moving weaponsteel suddenly halted with the tip of their blade at each other's throats. Blinking, Lynya shook her head. She had no idea how that had come to pass...
"Call it a draw, Armsmaster?"Auren grinned even as his chest heaved and his mouth hung open just enough to allow his tongue access to the air, panting to remove the excess heat.
Levitt, too, was panting although he was more obvious about it. "Aye. A draw it is, and I am honored to give it to you." They both lowered and sheathed their swords before clasping forearms. "You've done very well, young Auren. It will be my pleasure to recommend you for the final Trial of Faith when winter is done."
Auren bowed his head, unable to fully bow due to the constriction of his armor. "I thank you, Armsmaster. You have helped make me what I am."
The two of them broke their clasp and Levitt turned back to the gawking younglings. "Oi! You worthless lot! Is a mere bit of fancy-work like that enough to break your concentration? You'd better hope that a Griishkan..."
Lynya tuned out the berating Armsmaster and turned her attention to the paladin-candidate -- who, if Levitt's final statement was upheld by others, would soon be leaving the Keep of the Faithful on his very first quest. She was worried about him... Shaking her head firmly, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and trotted quickly to catch up with him. The vixen's clerical robes flowed out behind her as she trotted silently down the rug lying down the center of the hallway. Her sensitive nose could pick up traces of oiled leather, weaponsteel and the scent of a very specific panther. Yes, he had been this way. Lyn rounded the corner and looked down the hallway, grinning as she recognized the doors and the scent of the mineral water that ran beneath the Keep.
Auren had gone to the bath house, then? Excellent. That would make her task considerably easier... and more enjoyable.
~You are doing this for Auren and for the Order,~ she reminded herself firmly, striding purposefully towards the chamber that she knew was Auren's favorite. ~It is the providence of the merciful Lady that I am called upon to do what I have wished to do many nights alone... proof that the Lord and Lady answer our prayers in ways that we do not expect.~
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Auren slumped against the wall, groaning slightly and for a moment content to just relax and breathe in the warm moisture given off by the pool of mineral water. That spar had taken a lot out of him, but it had been worth it to see the respect in Levitt's eyes... to be acknowledged as an equal in skill and faith. He had been waiting the six years of his training to see that look, and it was intoxicating.
~Intoxicating is the right word,~ he chastised himself. ~Beware your pride. You still have a very long way to advance if you are to be ready for the final Trial.~
With that, Auren summoned up the energy to begin removing his armor. Even though the half-plate preferred by paladins was somewhat lighter than the suits employed by some of Carizaal's mounted knights, it was a right chore to remove. Still, it wouldn't do to jump in the pool of water armored and drown, would it?
The gauntlets came first, and then the vambraces, so that Auren's paws could actually move and undo some of the more difficult catches and latches. Auren stretched out his paws, glad once again to have them flexible and nimble again -- although he understood the necessity of metal gauntlets, he did not have to like them. He reached up to begin undoing some of the catches for his breastplate...
With an almost inaudible creak, the door swung open. Auren blinked and turned to see Lynya, the female fox cleric that he had come to befriend over time in his training. He frowned briefly... hadn't he flipped the sign on the outside to indicate that he wished to bathe in private? He could not be sure, and in this case was entirely willing to believe that he'd just forgotten to rotate the thing. Besides, Lynya was a friend.
"Greetings, Lyn," he called with a grin. "Was that you over by the wall in practice today?"
The female vulpine glided closer, smiling. "Aye, it was me. That was... some show against Levitt. I've hardly ever seen him bring his full force to bear on someone that wasn't instantly defeated, never mind that you drew against him..."
Auren shrugged and began undoing another strap. "Lord Justice was with me," he commented, once again striking down his pride. "I could not have withstood even a moment without His aid."
"Mmmmm." Lynya moved around behind him. â€Stand still, will you? Let me help get you out of this armor." Briefly, Auren felt a tingling at the back of his neck as though her muzzle was very close to it. "And you certainly smell like you could use a bath, hmm?"
Auren laughed, feeling himself relax slightly in her presence. Even though she was a female and with him alone in the bath house, he did not feel awkward -- she had, after all, seen him fully naked for a number of clerical examinations and had even bathed with him on occasion. Once she had seemed to press for copulation, but Auren had gently informed her that he would not compromise his training, even to be with as lovely a creature as her.
And there was no denying that she was beautiful in spirit and in body. If she had a failing, it was that she was quick to judge and slow to forgive, especially for those she disliked... but in all other ways, she was a model cleric, holding the needs of the Lord and Lady above her own. Her ruddy fur and cream-colored undercoat were soft and fluffy to the touch, the nudge of her muzzle gentle, her breasts well-proportioned and-- sternly, Auren derailed that train of thought. It would not do to get an erection as she was this close, or it might send her the wrong message. He instead stood still with his mind blank and eyes closed as she deftly removed his armor, arms and tabard, stacking all of it in the corner.
At last, Auren felt the air on the sweat-soaked fur of his back as the last piece of his armor was removed, and drew in a great breath. He turned to Lynya with a grateful smile. "Thank you, my lady. May I repay you once I am finished bathing?"
Lynya grinned, setting the plate down and straightening as she slipped a claw into the sash tying her robe. "Why wait until then? Allow me to share your company, and the debt will be more than repaid."
For a moment, Auren was suspicious of something... new in her eyes, but he shrugged it off, gesturing with a paw towards the slightly steaming pool of water. "I would be glad of your company, my lady." Quickly, he slipped his undercloth away and tossed it onto the pile of metal and leather in the corner, leaving him naked but for his matted fur as he trotted two strides over to the edge of the pool and slipped in hindpaws-first. A groan escaped his throat as the hot water went to work almost immediately on his cramped and sore muscles, and his eyes closed as he savored the sensation, letting himself drift.
From the corner, his ears picked out a rustle as Lynya slid out of her cleric's robe and underclothes, followed by a few soft footsteps and a gentle ripple in the water as she slid in next to him. His nose caught her scent -- Lynya was not one of the vain females who sought to cover up herself with other odors, and Auren was glad. Still blind by his own choosing, he followed her scent to nuzzle her as she moved over by his side.
"Am I that ugly?" she quipped teasingly, licking under his jaw in a rather canine fashion.
Auren opened his eyes and found himself meeting her gaze from less than a foot away. He was once again surprised at how... green they were, the intensity of their color and the emotion within them. For just a moment, he drew her close with his arm, idly noting her erect nipple pressing into his fur. "Not at all," he whispered before releasing her and reaching for the soap.
"I've got it." Lynya quickly stroke over to the side and snagged it, turning back to Auren with a grin. "You first, and I do it. No questions asked, you need it."
"No contest," Auren laughed, obediently showing his back. Once more, he closed his eyes as Lyn thoroughly cleaned the sweat, oil and traces of blood from his fur. As she worked, she hummed a rather pleasant melody and Auren found himself drifting towards sleep. So relaxing... just to float there and enjoy her attention... An indefinite length of time later, Auren felt her paws running lightly over his back, only they were cool -- almost cold. With a tiny shiver from the temperature contrast, Auren knew that she was using her healing touch to see if he had been injured during the spar.
"Hmmmm," Lyn's voice came a moment later. "You seem to have pulled a muscle with one of your cross-strokes. Let me help you with that."
Auren smiled, turning his head to look at her as best he could. "Thank you, cleric. Ah, what would I do without friends like you...?"
Lyn simply gave a satisfied smile and pressed her paws more firmly into his flesh, cold and hot at the same time. It was all Auren could do not to moan and thrash at the pleasurable sensation, his forepaws sinking their claws into the lip of the pool as she did her work. Strangely, Auren could not recall a time that her healing had felt this... well, good. The earlier suspicion came back multiplied tenfold as he felt himself tense. Her paws slipped lower, lower... a paw stroked his testicles and moved up his sheath, and Auren propelled himself away with a startled yowl. It was too late for dignity, though. He felt his member growing erect and blushed furiously, hidden though it might be behind his fur. He spun to confront Lyn, feeling vulnerable even though his erection was partially obscured by the water.
"Lyn!! he gasped, feeling a mixture of anger, shock... desire... He suppressed the desire and continued. "I told you earlier. Please, do not tempt me, with my training this close to completion!"
Lynya did not look even the least bit contrite. The intensity in her green eyes sharpened as she moved closer to Auren. "Tempt, you say? Paladin-candidate, you use the wrong verb. To tempt is to entice to do something that is a sin."
Even though he did his best to keep his eyes on hers, Auren could not fail to notice her enticingly nude body, under the water though it might be. He clung fiercely to his shock and outrage as a sailor overboard might cling to a spar, on the verge of drowning in the heat and hunger that coursed through his body. His penis grew even further erect, throbbing with the pulse of his hunger. "It is forbidden!" he found himself yelling, even though part of him wanted to mewl in contrition for yelling at her. "A candidate must keep his mind and body pure from taint for the two thousand days after the awarding of his sword! Even then, he must refrain from coupling with any who are..." Suddenly, Auren found the grounds of his rage slipping away from beneath his feet. "...who are... who..."
"Who are not in service with the Lord and Lady," Lynya finished, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she moved a foot closer. "But those who are sanctified into Their service are made clean by Them, and are encouraged to draw close to the candidate for the final days of his training, to lend support."
Auren found himself trembling. Trembling. A mighty warrior in his own right who had faced down a demon of the Darkness as part of his training, trembling at the words of a cleric. "...Lyn," he replied, averting his eyes. "Please, please don't press me." He felt vulnerable, weak, desperate for the protection of his armor and his beliefs. "Lyn, I'm afraid."
Lyn, of all sentients, surely knew what the final three words had cost him. Auren vaguely sensed her draw close to him, huddling against him. "Of what?" Her voice in his ear was soft, caring, understanding... a lifeline. With all his might, he grabbed onto it and drew himself back together.
"I'm afraid," he repeated. "I... What if I couple with you today?" He turned his pleading eyes on her. "It will be my first time. What if I find it too great a lure? What is to keep me from sliding down into the pit, away from the grace of the Lord and Lady? I-- I have to push away all of it, lest I start and never wish to stop."
"Auren." Once again, Lynya's voice held the suddenly vulnerable warrior together. "Auren, listen to me. You have held yourself to such high standards for so long -- rejecting anything that might compromise your training -- but it cannot last." She nuzzled his neck gently before resting her head again on his shoulder, close to his ear so that she could whisper. "We are fallible creatures, and the Lord and Lady have been merciful in permitting us ways to satisfy our desires justly, without offending them. There is a very, very good reason that paladins and clerics are not held to be celibate, and the reason is that it would destroy us. Eventually, we would be unable to restrain our base desires, and when such a fall from grace happened it would be terrible and irreversible." Lynya chuckled lightly, stroking down the damp and dripping fur of the front of his chest. "You surely have paid attention to your histories. You know this to be true."
Auren felt the breath exit his chest in a slow sigh. "I... yes, I see the wisdom in what you are saying. I have thought about it for a long time, as well." His beseeching eyes turned to hers, and it was all Auren could do to keep from flinging himself on her then and there. "But what is to keep me from descending further? Once I start--"
Lynya shook her head firmly. "The slippery slope fallacy is called a fallacy -- once again, for good reason. It is." She poked him in the chest with a paw. "You, Auren Lysander, are in control of your actions, and you have the divine favor of the Lord and Lady backing you. No action that you take will ever compel you into taking a similar action that is sin. In fact..." The vulpine cleric grinned and licked his neck. "...it might well prevent one."
Moaning at the touch of her tongue, Auren drew Lyn closer, hugging her body tightly to his. His penis once again throbbed with excitement and hunger. "You had this all planned from the start, didn't you?" he murmured.
Giggling, Lynya eagerly snuggled into him, licking at his neck and shoulder. "We all did -- several clerics and a few of the candidates were worried about you. The Lady saw to it, however, that I drew the short straw."
"It is true, then..." Auren pulled back a bit and looked her in the eyes, allowing his final restraints to fall like the last piece of armor. "The Lady works in Her own ways, in Her own good time. Lynya Kallindras, true servant of Justice and Mercy, will you mate with me?"
Lyn's reply was to lock muzzles with Auren in a kiss, his rough feline tongue twisting with hers. Auren felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine, mirrored a moment later by his own body, as he moved them so that Lyn was braced against the wall. Their saliva mixed as the kiss continued, Auren pressing up against her and savoring the feel their wet fur merging under the warmth of the water. Silver spots danced at the edge of his vision, but he did not want to stop --" not ever -- but finally he did, drawing away and gasping for air as she did the same. Each breath brought her scent, subtly different now that she was so obviously aroused. For a heart-stopping moment, Auren realized that he was not entirely sure of what came next, so he kissed her again and she returned it with ardor.
Slowly, his paws drifted down to her breasts. One of his claws barely extended as he traced shapes around her nipple, teasing her. "Uraargh," Lyn moaned, squirming under him in obvious delight as the kissed and licked each other with growing passion. His tail twined around her brush, diminished in volume by the water. Lyn's paws worked skillfully down his sides, her blunt claws picking out each of his ribs in turn and tracing along the muscle groups built with constant fighting in plate as he continued to tease her tender nipples. With a feral growl, Auren darted forward to nip at her neck, firmly for her to feel the imprint of his teeth but not hard enough to break her skin. This began a new round of games as they nipped and growled in mock-combat, snapping at each other's shoulders and neck.
With speed born of arms training and only somewhat softened by the water, Auren's paw suddenly darted down between her half-spread legs. Lyn tossed back her head with a choked-off howl of delight and Auren surged forward, seizing her neck between his jaws. "Gotcha," he hissed around his teeth. For a moment he felt the vixen tense in ancestral fear, remembered from generations of foxes that had met a sudden and violent end at the jaws of creatures like him, before she growled and lay limp in playful acceptance of his dominance.
"I would see all of you," Auren slowly purred, wrapping his arms around her. "Out of the water with you."
Lyn still hung limp and submissive in his grasp, so in two quick bounds Auren moved over to the steps. They surged out of the pool, splashing water over the floor -- warm and slightly slick from the steam, though it was still unyielding stone. He lay her down and splayed her out, moving her arms and legs apart as he tossed back his head with a hunting cat's screech of triumph. Not for the first time, Auren was glad that the bath houses were soundproofed-- perhaps for occasions such as this.
"I have been struck down by a great and powerful hunting beast," Lynya whimpered in seemingly abject terror. "Oh, what will he do with my body?"
Auren paced closer and knelt over her, straddling her creamy and dripping underfur. The head of his cock nudged her stomach as he bent over to nip at the end of her nose. "Why... devour it, of course. You will make a fine meal."
Taking his time and using all the discipline he had learned for the past six years to keep himself from rutting then and there, he began to lick and nip down the length of her, paying special attention to her neck and breasts. Lynya did her best to remain motionless, but small shivers of pleasure wracked her body and tiny animal noises came from the back of her throat. Auren had never before truly appreciated what a fine body she had, but as he smelled and felt and tasted every square inch of her underside he noticed muscle just as toned as his -- the clerics were hardly lax in their combat training. He came to her hips, and spent plenty of time running his roughly-textured tongue over her thighs, despite the fact that the scent of her sex was driving him nearly rabid with desire. At last, he placed his nose squarely at her crotch and licked up the length of the outside of her labia, idly noting that some of the dampness tasted considerably better than mere water. Auren glanced up at her to make sure he was doing the right thing, and the blissful expression on her face was all he needed.
More frantically now, he pried apart her lips to reveal warm, pink flesh that his tongue ravaged and cleaned. It ran across a raised spot that made her involuntarily spasm and groan -- with a wicked grin, Auren concentrated his efforts on that spot, licking on and around it and allowing his hot breath to stimulate her further. Now making no pretense of lying still, Lynya squirmed and whined as he gazed up between her thighs and breasts, licking with furious and passionate intensity. Her hips were now bucking up and down in the involuntary motions of coupling, and more of her juices now coated his nose, tongue and whiskers. Every breath he took was filled with the scent of her arousal, and it nearly drove him mad as he thrust deeper with his tongue. A drop of something warm and milky stretched out and fell from his penis, but Auren was too deep into her to pay it any mind. At last Lyn gave a barking scream and thrashed one final time as liquid sprayed his face, his muzzle and whiskers glistening as though from morning dew. More liquid oozed out of her as she lay still, panting to rid her body of the heat -- Auren licked up every drop before once again moving to straddle and kiss her.
"Now what, my fair predator?" she murmured gently, eyes unfocused from the aftereffects of her orgasm and breath still coming in pants.
"Now," Auren replied, moving away, "I become the prey. Do with me as you will..." Smiling, Auren lay down on the floor and spread himself out as Lyn had done. He was now reasonably sure of what the actual act of mating entailed, but best to let her take the lead.
With a grin mirroring his, Lyn sprang up from her position â€" and very nearly fell back as the weakness in her limbs betrayed her. Auren laughed merrily and she tossed him a mock-glare.
"Laugh if you will, Sir Paladin... let us see how you fare after an orgasm of your own."
Lyn wasted no time and immediately dropped down between his legs, licking up the length of his erect cock with her tongue, lapping up the strings of precum. Auren had never felt anything like it in his life -- even snuggling up against her belly fur had not been this warm or intimate. He clamped his teeth on a groan but kept his eyes open, savoring her naked beauty as she thoroughly cleaned his member.
She paused again to grin at him before diving down, her slim muzzle engulfing him. Auren let out an involuntary yowl as the warmth and moisture of her throat and tongue nearly drove him over the edge right there. His claws dug tiny, bleeding tracks in his paws as he clenched them together, trying his best not to whimper. She plunged down deeper, and the muscles at the back of her throat massaged his head. Auren was vaguely aware of an expansion and a growing pressure inside him, but any actual thoughts of that flitted away and dissolved into fragments as the cleric worked at him. Scarcely a minute after she had begun, Auren's entire body tensed and his mouth snapped open in a soundless exclamation as there was release -- jet after jet of semen spurted out of him, Lyn letting the cock slip out of her mouth and taking the splatters of creamy liquid all over her lower jaw and neck. At last, he was depleted and sagged back against the floor, heart thundering in his ears and extremeties tingling even as the core of his being was filled with warmth.
Almost as though in inverse of what Auren had done, she licked and nipped all the way up from his groin, trailing up his muscled chest until at last she straddled him. Their muzzles were hardly an inch away. There was no teasing in her eyes, only lust and passion -- Auren realized that he must be wearing a similar expression.
"I want you inside me," she gasped, her breath smelling of his own body. "Now."
Auren could do nothing but nod, and she repositioned herself slightly. Despite his orgasm, he was still fully erect and as the tip of his penis brushed against her damp labia, Auren bucked upwards involuntarily, parting her lips partially. No longer grinning but obviously pleased nonetheless, Lyn sank down onto him. Auren could not restrain himself and cried out, the primal roar of a satisfied male, as he bucked upwards against her. Gradually at first, but with increasing speed and intensity, Lyn rode him, moving her hips up and down along the length of his shaft.
It was yet another incredible experience piled on top of all the others he had sampled in the past hour. He could never have imagined something so warm and intimate and close as her body welcoming his, her silky muscles clenching and squeezing at his member as though to milk it of every last drop of semen that his body possessed. Grimly, Auren made the determination that he would not come before she did. If the way that she was moaning and whining was any indication, though, neither of them was very far away. Her breasts were firm enough that they bounced only slightly, just enough to further arouse him, as though that were necessary--
"Auren!" she cried out. "...Auren, take me!"
Instinctively, Auren sat up and clutched her to himself, rolling them over to put her underneath. Liquid dribbled messily out of her, the scent driving both of them even farther into feral passion. Auren thrust against her, and she bucked back without restraint, both of them seeking to get into each other as much as they could before their bodies were overwhelemed with sensation. Firey passion seemed to flare all throughout Auren's veins, as though someone had injected him with a potion that hurt and healed at the same time, throbbing in time with the rapid beating of his heart. Both of them were panting, the air full of the smell of both of them, each lungful driving them further, further. Over their panting, the wet, sloppy noises of their copulation were audible as well. Had the Lord of Justice Himself manifested in the room, Auren doubted that he would have noticed.
His knot formed up, and Auren instinctively drove deeper and harder into her than ever before, tying them together. Both of them now humped together, Lyn's furry ass and tail slapping damply against the wet floor.
Suddenly, Lyn pushed off with one foot, sending them rolling once, twice, and then with a splash into the bathing pool. The warm water engulfed them, and the sudden sensation pushed both of them far beyond the edge. Auren locked his muzzle to hers, kissing her tightly even as he hugged her convulsively. He discharged into her again and again as her vaginal muscles clamped more tightly around him than ever before. There was no sensation of separate bodies -- they were one, for that long, drifting moment entwined under the water, connected at the muzzle and the crotch and the soul.
After a period that seemed like an eternity, enough awareness returned to Auren for him to realize that his back fur was out of the water... and that both of them were seeing spots from lack of air. Reluctantly, he untwined a paw and pulled both of the up into the clear, breaking the kiss to allow them to breathe.
Lyn gasped for air, still holding tightly with both paws. "Auren... that... that was amazing."
Auren could not find the words to express himself, so he simply nested against her, purring and purring. They would be physically tied for several minutes more, but at the moment neither one of them had any inclination to move anywhere at all.
At length, Auren shifted his head a little to whisper in her ear. "You must have been correct. Surely, no act could have been that fulfilling of body and soul without the blessing of the Lord and Lady."
Lyn chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder. "I am glad you think so. I am glad you think so, indeed."
Auren purred again, lost in the simple intimacy of the moment, although other thoughts were beginning to flit through his head... Winter's grasp was still strong, and before the equinox and the beginning of his trial, there would surely be many nights when the warmth of one body in a bed would regrettably, alas, just not be quite enough...