"Take it," Aurora said, between gasping moans as his thrusting hips filled her almost virginal sex, which clung to him like a tight sleeve.  "Take me, my King, my grandsire, my dark and terrible god."  His promises of power over the maid had excited her, made her almost as wet and hot as his whipping had, and she did not even protest when he pinned her arms down, making her as helpless as when she had been chained.<br/><br/>Though the cost of this joy was high; she'd already lost so much since beginning her dealings with the lich-king, Aurora would not turn back, not when the rewards were as terrible and wonderful as the pleasure she found in his bed, the fire fanning into a consuming inferno in her loins.  "Yes," she hissed, eyes closing, her mind filled with red mist.  "Yes!"