^{AN:  Written for Tolkien_Weekly's Lust challenge.  Lust is *not* something I write so this was the best I could manage.}

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Outside: thunder rocking cities: lightning red, gold and terrible, tearing down from beneath eagles’ wings; darkening clouds that swallow all light.

Inside: a thousand candles’ light catching and splintering in jewels that shine on white undraped bosoms; swirling music and bodies that sway to it; groaning sounds of coupling; sweet smell of sex and perfumed oils.

Beyond: A king, a mighty king, sailing into the Forbidden Seas, trumpets blowing defiance to gods he no longer believes in.

Beneath: torn robes; flesh branded with red bruises; the thrusting need of the gold-decked one above; dark howl of claiming.

Left: green waves.