Tristan lay at her feet, naked and bound.<br/><br/>"You could not have known.  The Shadow fell as the Dragon did.  Locked in mortal combat until they had destroyed each other.  How could you have known the legends were wrong?  That the Father of All Evil still existed?"<br/><br/>Looking up at her, he found his gaze slipping.  Unable to avoid drifting to Lauralana's naked body, to the dark grey metal that stood out so starkly against her flesh.  Unable to keep from taking note of how those rings forced her nipples to remain proudly peaked or at how her pearl peaked from between her folds swollen and firm.  Even in her current state, she was beautiful like no human woman he had ever seen.  He wet his lips as his hungry eyes roamed her and he began to wonder if her nectar and skin tasted as sweet as they smelled.<br/><br/>Suddenly he hissed and forced his eyes closed, slamming his head against the floor to jolt his mind away from such things.  But it did nothing for the throbbing and aching erection between his legs.<br/><br/>"Damned spawn bitch," he snarled as he curled his legs up to try and hide the proof of his abhorrent thoughts.<br/><br/>From the corner came a strange gurgle, like some horrific parody of laughter.