So very close to climax that she almost kept going, Firesong cried out, "no!" as his treachery shhocked her to her senses enough that she paused and whimped out, "Master plese, you promised to leave them alone!"<br/><br/>He laughs at her, "Did I now, it must have slipped my mind," he says to her, "Remember to keep doing your best now, or I'll change from this comfortable form, back to my true form."<br/><br/>The golden haired girl whined in agonly at the thought, but momentarily managed to hold her disciplne, she locked her channel on his vistani member hard and answered in a growl, "Stay or change, for all i care, you'll get no satisfaction fom me or anyone else if you hurt them.  You'll get no sensation but going numb efrom the squeeze."  She clenched down definantly to hold him in crush his manhood as only a deterined monk could, but forgot she was dealing with not only a fantasticly strong warrior, but a draconian in human guise as well.  If he chose satisfaction and humiliation over inflicting pain and ending unsatisfied, he could take control of the ride now and in a few minutes spill his seed into the tightest unwilling wetness he'd ever felt and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.