Drya shrunk in on herself as the beast advanced, keeping her limbs in position and clutching her tail tighter to herself. She was thoroughly annoyed by now but also fighting back fear. She was strong, but he was so big, and she couldn't get out of this semi-vulnerable position without leaving herself open. And besides that, she couldn't fly until her sprain was healed, and she wasn't sure how long that would be. The best she could do was try to weasel herself out of the situation or find the right opening to barbecue him. "But why me?" she asked, forcing some desperation into her voice. It wasn't too hard at this point. "Like you said, I'm much smaller than the giantess, and besides that, I'm a half-blood mongrel." That was a little hard to say, but it was the truth. "Surely there are others more worthy to bear your genes and able to withstand such girth."<em>'Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.'</em>Oh, but her words made her laugh, but years of practiced deception had left her able to lie with very little tell, if any. But would her ploy work? If not, well, maybe she would enjoy it. He certainly would have to work for it. She wasn't some dumb whore to be taken by any and all who sought her.