<span style="color: #330066">“Sorry. Growling is... one of my bad habits. I’m not mad at you or anything.” </span>She sighed softly and nodded.<span style="color: #330066">“Dinner sounds good, I would like that. Thank you.”</span><br/><br/>Nyarien came again when Ophidian flooded her mouth. Being so overwhelmed with lust she barely registered much of what happened until he was entering her. A long, low moan escaped her as her body happily accepted him and her tail squeezed his and her claws held him tight.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Yesss... yes, male.” </span>Her eyes started to roll back into her head as she kissed him deeply.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Mate me, mate me... give me what you... I want it all.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>