Morroja gave a wry grin, feeling the burning stare of its opal eyes trace over her ample breasts,<br/>"Our young huh? I gotta say sugar, you got a weird sense o' foreplay." She rattled the idea through her mind, did it even have the nessecary organs? Who knows, maybe it's hung like a horse behind those plates of his. The grin grew wider at the thought. She felt the Flayer's hissed words melt into her ear, a curious sensation that made her almost quiver with delight.<br/>"An' I gotta say sugar, you ain't half bad ya self." she muttered, her cheeks flushing at paying the Flayer what she considered a damn amount of praise. She could feel each heavy footfall through her boots, feel its breath over her lusciously voluptuous body, the musky heat of its saliva. Ancestors, was she turned on by this freak? A quick flex of her thigh muscles told her that her sex defiantly was, warm musky juices damp between her strong legs. The thought both reviled and intrigued her.<br/><br/>"Well what have I gotta do fer such a delicious soundin' proposal, huh?" she said, her voice a low whisper at she turned her head to watch the Flayer stalk around her, the Orc's red eyes meeting its misty-blue ones. She kept her body lax, her feet changing to a wider stance incase she needed to slip away from the beast's rending grip once again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>