<span style="color: #8000ff">"Well I killed my last mate and I loved him dearly. He cheated on me with my servant girl, she told me he started to touch her in ways only her mistress should. I tore his head off in front of a gathering of his friends, spine and all... Maybe you should be careful if I'm pregnant too long Ashia, I'd hate to tear your wings off for touching Anna. I'm less worried about the relationships surviving than I am about the people surviving." </span>She kissed the top of Ashia's head then kissed Inaara.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I have no intentions on replacing either of you for at least five hundred years."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Your pregnancies sound like a dream then. There's one race on our world called Trolls, as far as historians know they're one of the original races on the world. They range from savage, cannibalistic, and wild to spiritual and scholarly... When their women are heavily pregnant it's... the stories I've heard would make a demon uncomfortable." </span>She poked her breasts again and started to squeeze at one nipple until it leaked and she sniffed it.<span style="color: #5900b3">"I was pregnant a while ago but not too long ago, I still have milk but it's soured from not being drunk by the child. I guess that's why my breasts hurt, they're full of rotten milk... Is that a thing? I really don't know much about my body."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>