Willing... she had given him her word that she would appear to be so for him. In the name of the great Lady she had sworn to it.<br/><br/>So it was that she nodded against the front of his shoulder, the spill of her pale hair tickling both their bare bodies as it tumbled around them in a curtain of silken strands, bobbing and jumping with every hard thrust as he filled her soft, slight woman's form with the unrelenting spear of his virility. She could hear herself the little whimper that had escaped, and the others that followed, and she tried to hide one at least by giving voice to her nod.<br/><br/>"Y-yes... I want- to..."