Iku winced as she was grabbed.  Instead, she relaxed and resisted the temptation.  Her wounds, though treated, were still painful.<br/><br/>"Control is fluid," she said with a certain serenity as she was pleasured.  The legitimately agonizing pain of her wounds blended with the pleasure oddly.  Truth be told, she was not sure that it made the matter of holding on easier or harder.  She had to grit her teeth to avoid moaning or crying out in pain.  She whispered, "I do have better endurance.  Hiro may have the same merits as both of us, but he is soft in ways both of us are hardened..."<br/><br/>She smiled as she submitted to the restraint, contemplating more serious matters for just a moment. "And what I want with you...well, I will not mate with you, but only because you have forbidden the safe entrance, and..."<br/><br/>A frown came to her face.  What remained unsaid was a hard truth to face.  She was male, below.  Therefore, she could not be a bride in all but the most superficial respects.  She could only be a father, if she was even fertile in a male respect...