Tristan nodded.  He'd run out of things to say, and he was tired.  The bleakness of their fate was pressing down on him.  The wagon's swaying and creaking rocked them and Anna's wordless cries haunted their ears for the hours that followed.<br/><br/>Sleep came and went, swapping the horror of his reality for nightmares.  Glimpses of his coupling with Halae and the sight of the Shadow himself danced behind his eyes until he woke sweating and even more painfully swollen between his thighs.  Eventually, he groaned and rubbed his legs together to try to relieve his need, but with his hands bound behind him he could do nothing.  It was not until his thrashing rolled him onto his back and he gazed up at Lauralana that he stopped.  His eyes were wide and his breathing short, and he gazed at her not with the unavoidable attraction of before, but with a primal lust.  His hips bucked and he gasped in wordless need.  From Anna, an answering cry went up and she began to writhe as much as her ruined body was able.<br/><br/>The wagon creaked to a halt as both humans remained in the firm grip of that strange ecstasy.  Then the door swung open and the Shadow looked in at the hanging form of his prize and curled his lips back in a smile as a pair of orks moved past him to enter the wagon.  "You look quite lovely like that my bride."<br/>