The Saan are a race of rulers. When the gods made the Saan, they made them with lots of veins and arteries and not nearly enough blood.

My remarks about Saan dying when they pop their cherries are completely unfounded in truth. It turns out they actually don't have cherries, so they don't risk dying when they lose their virginity.

Which means that the things I swore I'd do to all my admiral's daughters is only slightly more anatomically impossible than the things I told him to do under his breath. I'm pissed.

Then again, I'm pretty sure that you could devirginize a Saan to death if you did it hard enough. And there's always buggery.

They do have asses like we do, right?