<span style="color: #b30000">"I'm surprised you didn't just eat the chef. My succubi are well behaved and more than capable of handling any desires Rachel and I have. Because they know I'll happily devour their souls if they step out of line. They call it horrifying, I can call it recycling." </span>Karrie leaned against a wall and the succubus that fucked Rachel appeared beside her and looked down at her. With no words spoken between them the demon nodded and vanished.<span style="color: #666600">"You went one round and I thought you were going to drop dead on me half way through."</span>The'kal kissed her mate softly and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"They're only fun for a few days once a year, twice if you get one young and treat her right. And no, I wouldn't speed up the cycle in one either, I think Rachel here can attest to it having awful side effects when the heat wears off." </span>Every piece Rachel broke flashed and repaired itself more solid than the last time. Once strengthened properly all of the furniture was moved into the house.<span style="color: #666600">"There you go. We can get your stuff brought over from the jungle later. You can get some food from the village to stock up for yourself, just tell them you're a guest of Ashia's. When we return later tonight I'll swing by and see if you need anything else." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"Thank you, we appreciate all you've done for us. So long as the place doesn't randomly explode or something..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>