"What...? No, no, stop! Ngggrhhh!" She snarled and thrashed in his grip as he ripped away her doublet, exposing her heavy breasts, bound down to keep them from throwing off her balance in combat. Now, they were exposed to the chilly air of the throne room, and the nipples stuck out red and erect on her milky skin, the aureolae like dollops of strawberry jam in cream. Worse, then, he gripped one of her breasts savagely and lifted her up on her tip toes, forcing an exquisite flavor of pain from her that made her shriek and stars dance across her eyes. A bloody handprint stained her massive mound, marking her as his.<br/><br/>Finally, the demanding kiss he forced on her, leaving her breathless and paralyzed as he pressed not only his dominating tongue in to wrestle with hers, but a tidal wave of Malfean essence. Enough power to light up a city or destroy a mountain, and every mote of it was enveloping her soul like a bonfire, demanding she submit to this warrior who had beaten her. In addition, her body was reacting to the demands of his essence, her skin pebbling with goosebumps and her sex quickening with arousal with him. She could fight to save her soul or tear her body away from him, but she couldn't do both. Finally, she surrendered to the kiss, returning it ardently and wrapping her arms around his powerful, muscled shoulders for support. Her soul still struggled...but if she wanted to save it, she would have to yield this man her body.