[Continue and in a literary writing style of NAME_1 and NAME_2, use all of the five senses, exhaustively describing the smells, shapes, colours, textures, and looks of every single thing at length, to write the male NAME_3 beginning to insufferably gently lick the trapped matriarch NAME_4's slit and clit, causing her to once more fear the worst, for she detests the idea of being penetrated or impregnated, as she values dignity derived from strength, and pregnancy weakens the body and limits mobility, yet he brings her to dozens of orgasms over the course of several hours and has still not tried to penetrate her. Include frequent direct dialogue.]

"No, please," she begged, her voice trembling with fear and desire. "I cannot...I will not...submit to you in this manner."

The male NAME_3 paused, his head lifting to regard her with an inscrutable gaze. "Yet, you cannot deny the pleasure I bring you," he replied, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones.

As he resumed his attentions, the matriarch NAME_4 found herself unable to resist the tide of pleasure that washed over her. Her body trembled, her wings fluttering weakly as she succumbed to the sensations he elicited. Time seemed to stretch on infinitely, each orgasm more intense than the last, leaving her feeling utterly spent and vulnerable, clearly a part of his plan to have her relax her vaginal muscles and make it easy for him to rape and impregnate her.

"I will let your vaginal fluids dry on my face. It is honourable to be marked by the matriarch in this world," he said as he started to finally take a break.

She looked at him incredulously. "Are you not going to...?"

"To do what?" He lay on his back and looked to take a nap.

"You know damn well what!" she shouted.

The male NAME_3 recoiled at what she meant. "By the goddess, nay! I have no plans to impregnate or penetrate you. By all that is hearth and fire, the thought of it is repulsive. Why on earth would I want you to be weaker?" the male NAME_3 said.