Firesong blinked away tears as her violator sudenly decided to minister to her breast.  The conflicting sensations wracking her body were almost enough to break her mind, but she locked her will on the goal of protecting the vistani maidens and obediently continued ministering to the monster's pleasure centers.<br/>And then, a black miracle, the massive, sharp member she tried so desperatly to attend shrank just enough...  And smoothed just enough...  And softened just a touch...<br/>She weapt freely as the monster, now in vstani form, continued to minister to her breasts and slowly found a fit in her much violated but just wet enough channel that resulted in pleasure singing through the pain, crushing her will to hate, will to remember, will toresist....<br/>After the agonly, even the slightest pleasure was eccstacy.  her body shuddered in mini-climax and her petals clamped onto his member with great delgiht.  "A calashite romance novel told her what to do when her own experience didn't, and so broken was she that the words sounded like nothing more than that which was his right and due for sparing her further pain and blessing her with a chance at mutual pleasure in return.  "Oh, master, or thank you so much master!"