<span style="color: #8000ff">"If it would keep her safe I give you permission to do with it as you need. I trust you."</span>Vyre took a deep breath and shook her head.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Sure it was fun, but I still feel regret for doing it. That's not a feeling I enjoy, I still feel dirty and I've been up for hours trying to scrub myself clean. I don't know how to describe it. Having sex with Anna just using a toy it... it made me want to feel that way forever, not the toy, but just being close to her and feeling her breath against my neck. It was intimate and it felt special to me. Ashia... just felt like she used me to get off."</span>She shrugged a bit and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Well, it'd be his child for starters. My mother wouldn't tolerate the physical damages of childbirth, I don't believe for an instant that's not some random... rape baby she pulled from another timeline and convinced him Ras would take care of him. My daughter, Nyarien, was strong and kind, she is now. Her emotions may be stunted but I'm still proud of the woman she's become and all she's endured. Ras deserves strong, powerful children. Not... whatever his harem is going to offer him." She laughed once and shook her head. "She doesn't give a fuck about Ras, and everyone knows he's not a Troll. She wants his power and status. She's so hungry for power she's willing to tolerate Ras' women because she knows she'll outlive them and then his power will be hers."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>