<span style="color: #cc99ff">"Alright, alright. Fine, I'll let it go." </span>She huffed in frustration and moved her hand from the harpy's ass up to her lower back but still held her tight.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"All but two of my children were killed because I didn't stay around to raise them. And the two that were spared became monsters, I thought they were dead too... I won't let that happen again. If I got a harpy or anyone else pregnant I would bring them to my home or I would visit them often. Well... I can't help since you don't want to mate with me, but my mother knows how to make two of herself. I will learn how to do that and stay with the harpy I choose so I can help the flock and she can have as many chicks as she wants."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>