Balthazar lifted his lips and looked over at the hapless maid.  "We can do all of these things.  She is weak, soft and undisciplined.  No spark of power burns within her to resist us."<br/><br/>He then shifted his hips to begin pressing into Aurora's wet sex, his cock pushing into her to fill the emptiness left behind by the false cock Sophie held in her lips.  The King smiled and groaned as he felt his grand-daughter's sex gripping him.  It was as if her body had been crafted solely for his delight, every part of her perfect in his eyes and beneath his touch.  And he could feel his own spirit curling about her veins, the legacy of his bloodline.<br/><br/>He thrust into her deeply, his hands moving to grasp her sore wrists and pull them up above her head as he pressed her down with the weight of his body and drove into her joyiously.  "But first, grand-daughter, I crave my release."