<strong>Sophie</strong><br/><br/>She was soft, compliant as he worked her.  No fire of resistance burned in her eyes, no hint of defiance; Sophie was broken and would do anything to please him.  Of course, he had all the advantages; her dreaming mind had been folded up in the web he had woven for her, had believed herself the victim of long weeks of imprisonment and softening up before he claimed her, but still, these were the fruits of his conquest.  The maid gave a moan as the King coaxed her to respond, her cunt moistened around his cock to drive him in with each thrust more smoothly.<br/><br/><strong>Aurora</strong><br/><br/>It was an effort of will to tear her eyes from the books as the letters writhed beneath her study.  As unsettling as it was, there was a lethal, hypnotic quality to the unearthly event.  Aurora imagined the grim fascination with which she had heard some deer regarded the huntsmen that came for them, before an arrow had even been loosed, leaving them unable to run from their own peril.  The princess felt that she knew a little of that regard, for the words on the pages.<br/><br/>But, in the end, she did look away, and raised a brow at Darius' blush.  "You barely looked.  Fear not my delicate sensibilities in the face of the blasphemous things I have already seen in this place."  A slip of the tongue, that; how to explain if he should ask how it was that she had been here before, albeit through Balthazar's pendant.  "I would see inside, please."