Madness.  It was madness, and yet, and yet. . .<br/><br/>The young woman could feel how her fear had aroused him, as much as her sweet words, as much as her naked flesh, and she knew what he would rather she chose.  And keeping him happy was important, lest she suspect that she was not as much his creature as she played at being.<br/><br/>"Take me, grandsire, as you would a slave brought for your pleasure.  Hurt me. . .please. . ."