Translations:Codex: Tower of Trials/48/en

“Hh. Fine, woman.” Ustrik snarled, planting a hand on her head, between her horns. A wisp of smoke coalesced around each pointed tip, gilding them with dull, beautiful gold. “Submit to me as a woman before you submit to me as a wife. Besides.” He flicked one of her nipples, and with a squeak of her surprise, cream dribbled from one stiffened peak. “It’d be a shame to not use a cow as a cow’s meant to be used.”