As if the orgasm had been a balm, Aurora's eyes opened untainted by the mind of a slave that Balthazar had been able to impose upon her.  She was herself again, though still collared and bound, still bearing the pain and marks of her whipping, still slick between the legs and moaning suddenly as Sophie pulled the cock from her slit, leaving her feeling both swollen and empty, and strangely hungry still, hungry for more, for a cock that was warm, that would fill her with seed.  Her eyes had dried, and her voice was clear and strong.  "Here I do, grandsire, when you can dream me as you wish.  Outside. . .not so much.  Release me, Balthazar, for you know I cannot break these chains of my own will."<br/><br/>Sophie's mouth paused halfway to the first tentative lick she would have placed on the toy, looking at the princess in shock at her daring before the King, their Master, and then to Balthazar himself, certain his reaction is certain to be explosive, and praying that none of his fury fall upon her.