Crimzon nodded and kissed Tyrande’s neck in return.<span style="color: #660000">“Is your lust satiated, my beloved? I… I need to eat after that, but I want you to rest and enjoy the afterglow.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">“We’ll see just how strong that will of yours is when it comes to being so close to fulfilling your fantasies. I will warn you that my scent… my arousal are tailored to your body.”</span>She smirked and shook her head. “<span style="color: #b30000">I’m a succubus now. I am your slut and I will wear that title proud if you want to give it to me. Mmm… but you already know I’m whatever you want me to be.”</span>She shook her head and growled playfully.<span style="color: #b30000">“Nope, roll me over yourself and see that deliciously fuckable ass your future wife has. It’ll wear your handprints so nice.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">“That works too. I’m not against sons or daughters, I’m just concerned about how well they would adapt to this life. I wouldn’t want our sons being abused because they’re… simple.” </span>She nodded while Syrenka giggled and hissed happily.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “Just remember that Monia can teleport so she may get to them first.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>