Ashia broke the kiss with a frown before she sighed softly as she shook her head and looked Vyre in the eyes as she released the Elf from her embrace and pressed one finger to Vyre's lips.<span style="color: #404040">"your right, i have no maternal instinct. but what i do have is ten thousand years of Black Dragon instinct telling me conquer you. don't argue, the fact that i cannot do so doesn't matter... all that matters is that i fight that instinct so hard that i treat you with complete respect. if i can fight ten thousand years of brutality to learn how to love and respect my consort why can't you think for even a second that i will be more loyal and loving with you once we are properly mated?"</span>she shook her head and walked away from Vyre and punched the wall hard enough to bury her fist up to the elbow with a snarl of frustration. Inaara smiled to Vyre and kissed the presented palm.<span style="color: #a64dff">"oh no, this priestess has work to do."</span>she closed her eyes for a moment before she shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Ashia, Vyre loves you but she is afraid that if she gives you a child you will abandon her as you have seemingly done to all the women of your village. in her mind, withholding her womb is the only way to keep you in her life... but that act in and of itself is self torture because she desperately wants to have your child."</span>Ashia pulled her fist free to look at the priestess and then at Vyre with pain and anger in her eyes<span style="color: #404040">"the others aren't you! they are whores! bought and paid for whores! but i still take care of them... they sold themselves to me and i bought them like the cheap whores they are but you... you..."</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"if i may. Vyre, Ashia sees you as a sort of Elven aspect, the pinnacle of Elven speed, strength, endurance and beauty. you are fit to be her queen and consort. the others are just broodmothers, unworthy of any attention beyond keeping them fed, sheltered and pregnant. she honestly can't understand why you, a Highborne, can't understand that."</span>Ashia nodded and looked down and muttered something that made the priestess smirk.<span style="color: #a64dff">"your young, you'll get better with words in time. but now i have something to say."</span>she looked at Vyre and frowned as the image of Ashia weeping over the mass grave of her slaughtered first brood flashed through the Elf's mind.<span style="color: #a64dff">"how can you say she has no maternal instincts? you wiped those tears from her eyes, were they somehow fake? your instinct's may be stronger but she has maternal instincts, nurture them, help her be a better parent."</span><br/><br/>Melody shook her head and shushed The'kal.<span style="color: #4dffff">"how can Order help you? she is not a healer, she doesn't know what you did... i will help you, i know more about healing and i can tame your emotions."</span>she frowned at Elerona before she subdued the emotions of every Eternal in the room.<span style="color: #4dffff">"be still, you get no say in the matter. you must be healed because your injuries have allowed your powers to rage unchecked and you tortured a mortal in ways that make both of your mothers, Elune and myself sick and you don't even know you did it."</span>she looked at The'kal and nodded.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "yes. your daughter sits there suffering, she is blind, crippled and in agony and you suffer with her... it's time to heal your daughter so that she can shine, beautiful and free. release her from her chains The'kal and make her whole once again. you won't hurt her, she is your baby girl."</span><br/><br/>Yinxha moaned as the heat of his cum flooded into her, her head lolling to the side and if he could have seen it her tongue did as well but even her voice was failing now as she began to succumb to exhaustion. Sharindia grunted under the weight of the priestess and struggled to both hold her up and brace her against Ras' brutal onslaught. the priestess mewled weakly as she was allowed to orgasm again with the plug being rammed into her and she hung limp in Sharindia's arms, panting softly because she was too exhausted to do even that properly. Sharindia flopped over with the priestess who ended up a heap in their laps and the mage smirked at him while Yinxha let out a soft, barely audible purr.<span style="color: #b30059">"yes... my... Lord..."</span>she managed to smile at him before her head flopped against his chest and she passed out moments later.<span style="color: #003366">"lets get both of you into bed before you pass out."  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>