<span style="color: #4d4dff">“Slaves, Frank. Many farmers were sent to a headsman for not serving and their children and wives were forced to work in their stead lest their join their husbands and fathers.” </span>She smiled a little and held up one hand away from them and kissed him deeply.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“And I wish I could drop the disguise, I love the way you look at me. The lust and want…”</span><br/><br/>When Crimzon recovered her cock twitched and grew a fair bit larger to warn Tyrande what was coming next.<span style="color: #660000"> “I’m sorry… it just felt so good I- I couldn’t control myself. The pleasure was overwhelming.”</span>She sat up and slid off the table.<span style="color: #660000">“Lean over the table, my love. Spread yourself for me so that I may fill you with my lust.” </span>Her fangs extended and her eyes for Tyrande burned with love and need as her cock throbbed with her false heartbeat.<span style="color: #660000">“And… I want your handmaidens to see. Not me being dominant, I want them to see you, your bliss… your pleasure.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>