He chuckled softly over the nape of her neck as she tried to squirm away, still holding her pinned with the strength of a smith.  Turning slightly, he ran his free hand down her side, then up and down her powerful legs.  "Royalty?  I had a chance to conquer a princess once.  Alas, i was not mortal enough at the time to recoginze the opertunity presented to me.  Ah, but she was not so lovely as you.  She lacked your healthy caramel flush.  She lacked the curves that only power can give to a body.  She did have one thing, though, that you have, and of the few suitable damsels from your tribe, only you have."<br/><br/>He slipped his hands up between her legs and cool fingers danced over her petals.  "She was pure, as you are pure and untouched.  Do your tribe not induct maidens into the arts of love when they come of age?  Or are you not yet a hundred?  It matters not, the surender of your maidenhead will mark you as mine as surely as my collar around your neck."  One finger slipped between her petals and worked in a slow up and down, then a circle, teasing her petals to bloom.  "Your body will bare my scent 'til the end of time."