Balthazar let his hands trace her perfect back, dark thoughts of just how hard he might use her soft flesh only to have it whole and unmarked again the next night filtered into his mind.  Her touch upon his shaft was soft and light.  Her voice sweet in his ears as she whispered the words he desired to hear.<br/><br/>"As I wish indeed..."<br/><br/>The images around them shimmered and the last of them were gone, replaced by the wicked furnishings of his private chamber beneath the castle.<br/><br/>