How she hate herself, at that moment.  The noises issuing forth from her throat, whimpers and mewls, belonged more to a whipped pup than to the princess Aurora.  But such noises were all that were left to her.  She was terrified past resisting, lured by his promises that she would seat the Sun Throne, and revulsed to speechlessness by the blasphemous incest, bestial violation he was to do.<br/><br/>Tears flowing, Aurora did not resist as Balthazar continued to fondle her, explore the rich, sensuous delights of her body, the fimness of her breast and the warm, wet tightness between those downy soft curls.