<span style="color: #b300b3">“They remind me that my parents, my people, my government, and the whole damn world tried to kill me. And they all failed. When I go home smelling like you, that will be a sign of pride. These scars? I would walk around naked and show the whole city what I survived. Maybe you’ll add a few more to my collection?”</span>She met Isabelle’s tongue with her own and wrestled it for some time, but eventually she sat up and stared working her way down Isabelle’s body.<span style="color: #b300b3">“Mmm, I can smell my prize.” </span>Rayne took her time descending her lover’s body, and when she finally reached her goal Isabelle would find that Eliza had been an excellent teacher. The Elf’s wide tongue parted, teased, and lapped at the alien folds with expert precision.<span style="color: #b300b3">“Sing for me, little birdie.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>