The climax faded, and some of the pain had drained away too, left as lingering echoes in the whimpering human girl's body, though the physical evidence of it was still written solely upon the flesh of the bound elf. Her sex was warm, wet, and slick with her own spend, her blood, and the slavegirl's saliva as his shaft rubbed intimately against her.<br/><br/>Her head was bowed, pale hair stickingto her all over - to the sheen of sweat on her cheeks, the raw fleshof her back, her bloodied breast. It hung like a bedraggled curtain as she whispered hoarsely, "I am Elandriel Sil'vane... Priestess of Diune...." The collar around her throat reacted with a flare of hissing laughter up inside her skull, and she sobbed out a frightened cry, reaching out for the touch of her Lady... and denied it.