Be forewarned: this is not exactly graphic but it involves rather open description of the act of sex between two (fictional) adults.
I am nearly done with the novel, this being one of the last events before I type The End.
And an epilogue.
Anyway, here’s the excerpt.
“We’ll be done with this soon enough.” I saw through her and met with the only lust which matched my own and leaned her backwards onto the stones beneath the tree. I removed my breeches, then her dress. Her flesh would have been appealing if it were not for the evil which simmered just beyond it. I mounted and entered her, noting without enjoyment sensations that should have been kept far from her. As our rhythm rose to meet the pulsing beat of the Tree, the few fragments of myself left shuddered and crumbled, leaving only Suhira and my destitute, pathetic soul to witness this desecration.
Every thrust pulled me deeper into a certainty that I find difficult to describe. Perhaps it is the nature of such acts that they should reveal more about someone than one could ever know without them, or perhaps the meeting of such terrible forces engendered a kind of knowing that goes beyond that of anything I’ve known before or since. Regardless the Queen writhed beneath me, her clutching hands on the small of my back barely noticed in their scratching as her nature jolted into mine.
To know her is to name each of the infinite gradations of black and gray. To look into her eyes is to see beyond all vice into a destruction complete within itself; eternal existence dedicated to complete annihilation of all else. It could be said that she is evil. It is perhaps better to say that she is the consummate dissatisfaction of pure darkness, shadow married with volition and enabled by power beyond the consideration of mortal minds. All of this became clear as loveless limbs mashed and flapped against lustless flesh. Only the searing fire of the thirst and hunger within our souls drove us to this perversion.
from the waters 