Aansur chuckled at his allies' recruitment into the 'battle' as he leans forward to kiss phrat, whispering into her ear, "I think that you'll find me quite difficult to break, sister." He then removes his hands from her, pulling down his leggings, mail clicking together as it falls to the hard floor. Aansur then chuckles slightly as he places his hands on phrat's shoulders, pulling her down to the ground as he places himself atop of her, nipping at her neck and prodding her wet folds with the head of his meat, his mind afire with passion for the situation, perhaps nearly as much as the two ladies.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>