Beyond hearing him, or understanding what she did hear, the bloody princess continued to allow Balthazar to ride her, even as she rode the Nightmare Throne with her own movements; learning through the language of pain how to mix it with the sensations coming from her cunt, to create the highest sensations.  She felt things that would cripple or maim her in the real world, and still, she rode him back, her voice crying out into the bloodred swirls overhead.