<span style="color: #666600">"From me? I'm not just half assing this, I plan to give you everything you need to jump start your city. I'm just here to wag my fingers, bark orders, and go home to feel better about myself. You need meat and live stock, show me where you want your farms to go and I'll bring in animals from around the world. I've tried creating animals for Ashia and she said they didn't taste right. He's a Troll who still had hope he could fix things. He's stubborn to a fault and still loved Ibara." </span>When Valeen tried to walk away she'd find herself walking in place, as though standing on ice.<span style="color: #666600">"We're going to make sure your city is established and ready to begin its independence in one harvest cycle. After that I'll give you Ibara back. I don't care if you hate me, but she might have damaged Elune by abusing some stupid safety switch another idiot of our kind put on her. Elune was simply present and Ibara lashed out at her... I was going to torture her for it but my more reasonable half stopped me. So I simply killed her. Her body and soul are safe and preserved, even a mortal could bring her back without issue. Now, lead the way. Show me what needs to be fixed or changed and I'll do it."</span><br/><br/>Jim rolled on top of her and pinned her arms above her head as he kissed her deeply. "You like being challenged for dominance, but only if you can also win. You like being teased but only to an extent, making you beg only makes you angry. Nothing gets you going faster than being pressed into the bedding and having your pussy devoured from behind. But more importantly... you like watching other people. If it weren't for your jealousy of Whisperia, you'd be right there fingering yourself to the beat of Arlokk's thrusts." He grinned down at her and bit her lower lip softly. "Which makes me think I need to talk to Karren and see just how soft and tight that little mage really is."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"Yer kind sounds horribly boring. Yer entire existence sounds terribly borin', actually. There's a stern hand guidin' us, and then there's sendin' you to mete out justice. Like takin' a hatchet when ye only need a scalpel."</span>He nodded and awkwardly climbed from his stool onto her lap and hugged her crushingly tight for such a small frame.<span style="color: #00b359">"Hate ye? Lass, ain't nobody got any right ta hate ya, ye ain't been... <i>you</i> long enough ta have anythin' ta hate. Ye ain't never smiled, laughed, cried, nothin'. In fact, I'd bet my beard if ye were ta go back to someone who claims ta hate ye and spoke to 'im like yer talkin' ta me now, they'd see in ye what I see. Yer an' open book, but gettin' ye open's hard 'an beddin' a... neh'mind." </span>After a bit of struggling he crawled off of her and returned to his seat.<span style="color: #00b300">"Sounds borin' as all hell, but like ye said, it ain't somethin' I can understand. Fer me? I just like getting my kicks, makin' sure my lady for the evenin' gets hers. And if I enjoyed myself, keepin' her overnight and makin' her breakfast."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>