Darion couldn’t miss that when he first tried pulling her it was almost like pulling someone within his weight class, and at least as much muscle as he could put out.  She was half zax after all; it could be conceivable that she could match a well-trained human like himself.  At least he knew how to fight and, excepting her psychic, even if she matched his strength, he could put her down.  The marines were full of people who could match him in strength.  Plus, if she decided to try actually hurting him, he had a knife to counter with that he didn’t think of where it was hiding so she wouldn’t know.<br/><br/>But of course that hesitation before she gave in and he continued with what he had been doing gave him a moment to think through his libido.  She had been playing him since the beginning, that he was certain, and that fight before giving in that wasn’t really a struggle let him know she was trying to play him again.  He couldn’t let that happen.<span style="color: seagreen">“You can keep the illusion you are in charge.  Maybe I am not as big as a zax, but then I have never heard that they had much skill.  Just the size.”</span>He said, meeting her grin with his own.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Darlin, if you wanted the sense of being raped, you wouldn’t have hesitated that fight back before giving in.”</span>he said as his hand started to trail down her neck and starting to move lower.  She may have hard skin, but it seemed that there was enough Camarian in her that she wasn’t a complete roach.  He actually was pretty sure she wanted this, if she didn’t she would have kept fighting instead of giving in.  Plus she wasn’t saying no or stop, that was enough to get him to stop, go fetch his armor, and go back to his room for a cold shower.  That little bit of information he didn’t even try blocking with his little card game in his hear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>