Nyaka opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a needy moan, her body succumbing to the teasing in record time.<span style="color: darkorange">"I know one who can teach you... he hates you but he's still my friend... he'd do it for me." </span>She shuddered and began to squirm in Sarevess' grip but still did everything she could to fight back against the pleasure.<span style="color: darkorange">"You're cheating... I love you too much to deny you."</span><br/><br/>"So it's been too long. You've had no physical contact with anyone that truly cares about you in hundreds? thousands? of years. Welcome to real life, life is a bitch, it's mean, unfair, and sometimes outright cruel to people who need the most help. Maybe he is yours but do you expect a dragon aspect to respect your claim to him? For all you know she used him to repopulate her flight, ten thousand years of fucking another woman and giving her countless clutches." He shook his head and looked down at Tyrande again. "I said friend, not subordinate, if she was a real friend she would already be here with you. You need someone who can be by your side at all times of the day, someone who can present themselves well in public and still treat you like a proper woman at night. Someone capable of handling many issues at once. I know someone who fits that bill, actually, it's a woman, kinda, but she's kept Silvermoon afloat by herself I think she might be a good match for you." He nodded once and let her go but when Tyrande looked up she'd have Crimzon in her face.<span style="color: red">"I won't talk to you like a real person? You dismiss everything I say when I try." </span>The sentinel shoved Tyrande back into Ras' lap and sat down on the desk, her weapon rattling violently even if her face held no emotion.<span style="color: darkred">"Your sentinels see through you. It's not a matter of them not seeing you as a person or not, they don't trust you. Nobody trusts you but nobody has anyone else to look to. You could drop dead tomorrow and nothing would change for weeks, the Alliance would send one of their many mouth pieces, perhaps a few of them, and everything would be as it is now. Sentinels think you send the unpopular ones off to die first, from the most loyal to the most corrupt, they all fear catching your attention. Be strong for your people? How about you start being strong in general? How about, instead of crying yourself to sleep while holding my hand every night you slap some sense into that feathered fleshbag you call a husband. Or, take Ras' advice and divorce him. Your relationship is unhealthy and one-sided, you make yourself miserable while he can't keep the women off of him. I bet Ras here would take you home, treat you to a hot meal, bath, massage, and give you the best night of your life."</span>"Let's not drag me into this."<span style="color: red">"Oh it's far too late for that. You would do anything for and to Tyrande, I see the look in your eyes, it's as much pity as it is genuine concern. I can smell several women on you and you would still make time to take care of Tyrande."</span>"This is about her n-"<span style="color: darkred">"SHE NEEDS SOMEONE TO LEAN ON, HER HUSBAND IS A PIECE OF SHIT. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON IN HER LIFE, WITH A PULSE, THAT SHE CAN COUNT ON FOR ANYTHING."</span>Crimzon took a deep breath and her weapon slowly calmed down. "Er... Leena, can you bring Nalo here? I'll cook you and your family a nice dinner for the trouble. Her talents are needed and I think I'm getting caught in a whole lot of badness." When Ras tried to nudge Tyrande off his lap Crimzon let out a low growl and her blade began to spin to life.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>