<span style="color: #666600">"Well... You could always spend time with me? When Ashia's not fucking me she's sleeping or looking for someone else to fuck, so I have a lot of alone time. Being pregnant, in a mortal sense, is something I find very comforting and soothing." </span>She placed her hands on her heavily swollen midsection and smiled a bit.<span style="color: #666600"> "But it does nothing to take the edge off the loneliness I feel. These women aren't the same. They see me as a goddess, they worship me and do anything I say without hesitation. I could create a massive orgy by simply mentioning it to a few of the women." </span>The'kal looked over the village and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"There was a minute where many of them were hurting but that was my fault. Now they're all happy as can be and... what is going on over there." </span>She looked near the coast and grinned a bit.<span style="color: #666600">"Not every woman here is pregnant, there's a few that handle most of the physical labor. Yesterday a Taunka woman came through the camp to investigate but otherwise passed through without event. Looks like one of the helpers figured out she had a dick. She'll be walking funny for a while."</span><br/><br/>Jim smiled and pulled Britomart into his arms. "Well why don't you get Arlokk good and drunk, lock him up with Karren's 'scrawny ass'. And remind Whisperia who you really belong to. Azu is also considerably easier to care for than Whisperia." He sighed softly and shook his head. "Have you tried talking to them when their minds aren't focused on Whisperia? I doubt either Karren or Arlokk know Whisperia isn't happy, especially if she's not talking to them about it. And let's be real here, I'm sure your... methods for pleasing Whisperia are quite extreme compared to what an old soul like Arlokk is familiar with."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"Eh, I dunno that ye want a half naked woman, or man, or Worgen... ye can never be sure with them... sitting on yer lap and gyratin'. Don't think you'd find it as entertaining as I would... I don't think ye'd find anything entertaining. That there was some damn good brawlin' and ye just stood there like a statue."</span>He shook his head and let his hammer fade from existence.<span style="color: #00b359"> "Wot, like those two crazy human lasses? The mage and warlock? The Twin Terrors of Azeroth? Bah, all rumors and exaggeration those two. I've seen a mage blow 'imself up just trying to turn the water in his cup to ice." </span>He created a map and put two markers on it. One marker in Darkshire and the other on the border of the Burning Steppes.<span style="color: #00b359">"Me ex lives here, she's a sniper by trade so keep that head of yours down. And a Gnome medic I once uh... enjoyed the company of lives here. Dunno how honorable either of them are, but they're alright by my standards."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>