”“Do you produce milk?” Mizi asked, her question directed at Ben.“Are we on the nipples thing again?” he asked, feigning indignation. “I t...ld you, they’re vestigial!”Mizi’s headdress flashed yellow as she laughed, Lozka letting slip a rare chuckle as her companions squabbled.“I still don’t get how males and flocks work,” Ben continued. “So, males don’t have their own flocks? Only females have flocks, and when males are mature, they have to find a flock of females to join? Then, it’s like. No one was anything less than the very best. They had a reputation of being far more capable than any other guild, male or female.As such the men wanted to be one of the few who could tell of a wild experience with a Sister and how much of an experience it was, as even the mages from the guild were expected to train daily in basic physical activity and all members physical conditioning was impressive.There were very few who could be counted or could be considered a favorite of a few different. Her breasts were small, round and plump. Her bum on her knees, sat in between my legs. Darkened purple hair shaved all down the side. Her vagina looked soft and wet. She had a series of previously hidden tattoos all up and down the side of her torso, sneaking around her shoulders and tickling her thighs; leopard prints, dragons and mice from what I could see.She stared at me lustily, unmoving, with piercing hazel-brown eyes, savouring the moment for herself. In one fluid motion, she set upon. .”“Griffins?”“The term used to describe new arrivals in India, specifically John Company men newly minted at Addiscombe, the East India Company’s training establishment in England.” Robin yawned and stretched. “I expect you will be invited to stay at the governor’s residence. You are both members of the Order of The Bath and...”“How will the governor know I have arrived, or who or what I am?”“I handed the passenger list to the Harbourmaster soon after we tied up. When he sees there is a knight.