<strong>Balthazar</strong><br/><br/>He adjusted his hold on her, enjoying the feeling of her soft yet tight sex griping him as she clung to him.  Slowly he carried her, enjoying the shift and play of his manhood inside her with each step.  Back out and into another room, where she saw only the furnishings of a bedchamber about her, no whips or implimants of torture hung here.  The sheets he set her upon were silk, soft like a whipsering breath against her skin as he took her arms from his neck and laid her back.  Then he took hold of her hips and worked his hips, building a slow rhythm to coax her body into response.<br/><br/><strong>Darius</strong><br/><br/>The words were at first glance in some language her tutors had managed to fail to instruct her in.  But when she had the ocasion to glace back at one of the pages she saw it differed from first glance.  In fact, as she watched it, the lines of writing crawled slowly about to re-arriange and twist before her eyes.<br/><br/>A soft gasp came from Darius and when she looked up he quickly closed the wardrobe.  His fine cheeks were tinted red.  "Just... some old clothes my Princess.  Nothing else that a lady of your refinement should see."