He waved his spawn back and released his grip on her wrists, letting her arms fall.<br/><br/>"That remains to be seen," he said as he stroked her hair in mockery of a lover's gentle caress, "But for now, know that there are more rings.  Each and every act of defiance will earn you another, starting with one to warm the jewel of your pretty elven cunt."<br/><br/>He expected that his warming would not deter her.  In fact, he rather hoped she would fight.  He was looking forward to seeing how many rings adorned her by the time she was brought before him again.<br/><br/>He rose then, and turned to his child.  "Take these two to the pits," he said, "Dispose of the rest..."<br/><br/>She looked up and cocked her head.  "Master, the human prince... he tastes of magic.  Please, may I keep him as well?"  She touched her belly and smiled, "His seed is good, he will father strong children."<br/><br/>The Shadow looked past her to Tristan's unconscious and naked form, laying amidst the discarded pieces of his armor.  "Very well, you've earned the right to keep a pet if you so desire.  But see that he cause no trouble."<br/><br/>She laughed and clutched her hands together at her waist, pressing her amble breasts against each other lewdly.  "Master... what man can resist your favorite daughter?"<br/><br/>The Shadow shook his head.  "True enough..." he answered as he reached for her hair and pulled her close to kiss with almost bruatl roughness.