When Order grabbed Delithia's head she redoubled her efforts with a low growl.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Then I'll make you feel more than you can handle."</span>The penetration made her tense and moan softly, but it only briefly slowed her efforts.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "We need to put on a good show for our naughty voyeurs."</span><br/><br/>Ana flinched and summoned a large ball of flame to turn everything on the table to ash, but let the table itself untouched.<span style="color: #ff9999"> "I told you it wasn't a big deal and I meant it. When I drink I just let my emotions go a little too far. Our son has hatched. He's a Bronze dragonling and he's a beautiful little blonde Elven boy. He hatched shortly before Ras' wedding. And she wasn't even at Ras' wedding, neither was Elune for that matter."</span>She created a soft gust to blow the ashes out of the house.<span style="color: #ff9999">"You're not the first person to tell me I was safe with them. And you probably won't be the last... but I am happy with you, just like I said I was."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>