Lorna grinned as she watched, the scent of her lust slowly building around her.<span style="color: #ff0080">"good, and hopefully i can talk to Elune tomorrow to see if it's okay for you to practically live on my milk. if she says it's okay then you can have it for supper too. oh no, i think i want cock tonight... i think i will sit you on the haystack and devour you while i get my big boy to scratch every itch in my needy pussy. if you can be a good girl in your bath you can even have a blanket so the hay doesn't make your butt itch."</span>she shuddered a little as the flow finally started to slow and then stopped and she groaned happily.<span style="color: #ff0080">"much better."</span><br/><br/>Ana nodded and smiled but it turned to nervousness as she looked at Inaara and she gulped.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"i think i liked spankings and the threat of a chastity belt more... are you sure you should be making permanent marks on her? she said she would occasionally submit, not full time."</span>she groaned softly and then giggled quietly.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"i take that as a compliment Vyre."</span>she returned the kiss with a deep moan and then stared into Vyre's eyes as her lust flared though which direction it would go was hard to tell after everything Ana had gone through tonight.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"i would like to request that we get out of this wrecked bed, i keep getting stabbed by broken pieces of wood... and that is not the kind of stabbing i need right now."</span><br/><br/>Tyrande stared at Crimzon but she was in full on High Priestess mode and she nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3">"yes, we will."</span>she squeezed Crimzon's hand and then headed out, releasing it shortly before they left the hallway and were back in public.<br/><br/>Morah looked at Nalo and sighed softly and took Nalo's hand.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "good, we were a little worried about how it would fit. I'm ready now, she will have to change in the temple somewhere."</span>she headed off, holding her mate's hand as the city was gathering around them to see Tyrande off to the funeral. they would find the other Morah scrambling to help out under Shandris' directions and when Morah saw them she ran over to get her robe, kissed Nalo's cheek gently and then vanished to get dressed. what followed was a twenty minute pre-written speech from Tyrande before those accompanying her were loaded onto the Hippogryphs to fly to the Barrow Dens for Malfurion's funeral. Ysera joined them in flight and folllowed them down in the barrows in Elven form. the druids of every kind who could arrive in time were there and most of them sang a song of lament as Tyrande and many others said their final goodbyes to the Archdruid as the roots were slowly pulling his body into the ground. Tyrande read the eulogy followed by Shandris and others saying their public goodbyes. in the end Cenarius laid Malfurion's staff on his chest to join him in the ground and then joined in the chorus to lament the loss of his long time friend and student. both Morah's had joined in the song with Cenarius and Nalo would see them both crying as they sang. Ysera embraced Tyrande to speak to her in private before she waved her hand over the grave and flowers bloomed to life, her final goodbye sealing Malfurion in the ground forever. Tyrande led the procession back out of the Barrow dens before they took to the sky again, Ysera leading them in a flight to and then around the World Tree and then back to the city though the Dragon Aspect left the mortals as they landed. the next several hours was a somber feast of farewell for the Archdruid. Nalo would have noticed Elune at each step but she stayed out of everything and no one seemed to notice her presence for once. in the end, when most of the people gathered had finally left Tyrande rose and excused herself but Nalo and Crimzon, whom she had kept by her side everywhere but in flight would know the Priestess had wanted to run away as soon as Malfurion had slipped beneath the dirt. both Morah's took Nalo home once Tyrande left and they settled around their table to share matching glasses of wine.<br/><br/>Crimzon would be aware of just how critically strained this whole public spectacle had left Tyrande by the time they could leave and she barely made it back to her private areas of the temple before the Priestess broke down again and pulled Crimzon close to lean on her hard to finish the trip to her room. once there she practically ripped her robe off to throw it into the corner and she definitely tore it in the process before she ripped her hair free of the immaculate dressings that had been applied before she crumpled on the floor to weep yet again with her face buried in her hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>