That tiny voice in her head that was telling her to resist seemed so far away now. All that was left was one who wanted to make this man happy. She moaned against his kisses. She'd been with others before, but never like this, never experiencing this level of desire, of need, of wanting to be with him for all eternity. His attack on her body was getting the desired results, with his own actions, and what Dancer had done before, his passage was eased a little. She couldn't hold onto him, due to the restraints, but that was fine in her mind, he was enjoying himself, and so was she. This felt wrong, and yet right at the same time.