Suddenly, Mayae is no longer the sex deprived female being satisfied finally, but a woman that is in totalcontrol of her body, the threat of unavoidable pain bringing out her training from her days in the Underdark, learning arcane secrets that even this dragon did not know, with the punishment of not learning was to be thrown into a spider pit, until their goddess' chosen decided to stop punishment.<br/><br/>Each strike was dutifully counted, in a voice that, while rough, was closer to the voice she had had when she had entered the cavern. Each strike earned not a flinch, even when the strikes were in rapid succession and a hard as the dragon cared to get. Her face barely flinches when she slams down, her hymen fully broken, and blood oozing from her sex and ass. If nothing else, he had to admit that she was determined.<br/><br/>Once he finished, she turned and looked at him, not a challenge, but not that of the women he had just raped. This was a look that he had seen many times while he had been with the drow, a look a cleric of Lloth would give him when he stole from her glory that she would use to rise. It was a look that would probably amuse him, but it also a warning, that if he did not take her seriously, she would offer him to the goddess. Or at least, that was what the look meant when a cleric gave it. From her it simply said, I will remember this and you will die for everything you have done and will do to me.<br/><br/>The glance lasted no more than a second before she turned, but she knew that while he owned a part of her, another part had been placed forever out of reach. And that would drive this possessive dragon mad.<br/><br/>The healing spell into her privates, though, that was a new sensation for her. It healed a part of her that hurt so much that it had stopped hurting, and the sudden continuation of pain made her bite her lip. Not giving him the satisfaction of hearing another scream, she simply endured, waiting for the next torture he would visit upon her.