The Ongoing "Seventy Three MOONs of PWEIUVXZ"

C: The seven suns rose on the 32 fragrant young breasts.

E: His breath was fetid. He spat. A low growl came from beneath his skin, his skin burned from the fires of his ancestors. Three suns had risen in the three thousand days of spring. XVeldt pulled down her rottnen loin cloth. "Empty into me" she begged...

C: He breathed deeply, his breath feral and thick with lust.
From his bowels rose the pain of the past sixteen death-winters
spent on the plains of Garrethz.
Ripping off her tunic, he pawed her ripe mounds.
"Agrghhh,' he spat as she heaved and opened.
The ninth crescent sun set slowly behind the fourteen hills of Falesghui.

E: Night had fallen around them. The air was thick with the smell of rotting rottenness.
Pyghwql moaned in her sleep. THis was the fifth moon of bcvmoo cycle. In this moon her
ancestors would visit her walk past the craters of their Chyoool circle. Zscviu looked on.
He poked at the fire with his thumbless hand. His three penises were limp and covered with sores.
Five crescents rose over the Cliverian Castle.

C: Her nipple were as the wounds of Trathert when he
was pierced by Fragger during the seventh battle of Borf
when Yullief severed the legs of Duuphus.
Still, he suckled.


to be continued.......