The malevolence of the being was so great that what little energy she had felt as if she was wrapped in sticky goo, unable to move no matter how much her mind told her limbs to. Unlike Ana though, not even a little part of her wanted anything to do with this creature, her elven heritage rejecting its foulness so fully that the buzz in her mind battered her, unable to shield herself from it.<br/><br/>His finger against her cheek caused her stomach to rise into her throat, and his hand upon her belly drew forth a hiss of deviance, even if it was a sickly hiss. "Go ahead foul beast of misbegotten labors. I will die afterward and my kind will simply kill this so called child..." Of course in her minds eye she was already plotting. Once her magic was replenished, she was fully intending on directing ever scrap of it at her own self, extinguishing hers but also the child of evil if it came to that.<br/><br/>His hand at her crotch both chilled her to the bone, and burned even through her breeches, her hips jerking and her legs bending so slowly, trying to push herself away again. "You can rape this body...but you can not force me to mate...." Already the conversation, the stress, was taxing her weakened body, and she had to force her eyes to remain open, blinking rapidly.