Yes

The crystal slips from Corinne's fingers, drops to the thick rug upon the floor and rolls a short distance away. "It is done," she whispers, wonderingly. "Your heart is free... and I am the woman you love. I knew it would be so, I knew it had to be!"

Your mind races... you had sensed a trap in her question, and it seems that you have successfully dodged it. Corinne may be mad, but she is not a fool; she must have suspected that you would try to deceive her, make it seem as though her magic worked upon you even though it had not. Indeed, it is even possible that in some still-rational part of her mind, she knew it would not work; that all along, she had intended to cut your throat and then her own, bringing you together in **** since you could not be in life. Now, however, you have offered her the possibility of fulfilling all she had ever dared to imagine. You cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt that you are indulging her madness, perhaps driving her further into insanity, but there are lives at stake - and not just your own! Surely, if you do not survive this encounter, then Lady Trina will not either; indeed, you can only hope that Corinne spoke truthfully when she claimed that Trina still lived at all.

But, what to do now? The slightest misstep could re-awaken Corinne's doubts, and she is nothing if not impulsive; if she suspects deceit, she might put a knife into your throat before even considering the obvious consequences.

There seems only one course to take. It will further your own dishonor, but if that is the price to be paid for Lady Trina's life, then so be it.

"Please, my love," you whisper. "I know now why you have me chained... I did not see before where my heart's desire truly lay. If it must be so, even for an eternity, then this fate I will accept; but to live without your touch is a Hell more torturous than any which would await me upon my ****! Must I be made to suffer so, or will you reach out your hand to me?"

Slowly, as if she feels that it must be a dream, Corinne's trembling hand extends toward you... until her fingertips touch your cheek with feather-lightness. You feel an involuntary surge in your loins; despite the tense situation, despite the uncertainty of Trina's fate, the fact remains that there is something inherently erotic about a beautiful woman in revealing clothes keeping you naked and locked in manacles! And that very feeling gives you an idea, a way in which you can draw her further in. You close your eyes as her fingertips graze your face, as if you are lost in the moment; but then, you bring before your mind's eye the image of Lady Trina in her glorious beauty, her brilliant blue eyes wide and inviting, her full lips parted and wet, her body open to your touch.

Corinne gasps as she sees the natural result of your imaginings.

"Your touch inspires me, my Queen," you whisper to her.

"I... I..." she stammers, stepping back and staring with wide eyes at your growing shaft. "I am no longer... that is, you would not be my first, there have been others. I had to, please understand, there was no other way!"

"You would not be my first either, dear Corinne, for my heart was clouded and I allowed the touch of other women to seduce me. But you will be my last, my only love from this moment forward! Please, we are of one soul already, let us be of one body as well!"

Her face is conflicted, torn between obvious desire and her lingering doubt. You can feel the blood starting to leave your loins, and with an enormous effort of will you summon back the recent memory of Trina as she took you inside for the first time, the way in which she surrendered to her feelings and desires... and feel yourself rising once more.

"Can you not see that I am **** for you?" you ask in a low, deep voice. "Is your love for me of another kind, one which denies such pleasures?"

"It has never been pleasurable for me," she whispers softly... and she casts her eyes downward, but not before you see the sadness there, a sadness tinged with regret and pain.

The shame of what you are doing hits back again; making love to her on false pretenses is bad enough, but now to do so knowing that she has never been able to enjoy the experience... is it going too far to offer that to her, and then inevitably have to take it away?