<span style="color: olive">"I can smell all of your past conquests, every woman young and old, I can smell them all... I only want to smell myself and my priestesses. Make a list of the oils you need then, we'll get them and give you a proper bath. I can snuggle beside my mate if she's stinking like other women."</span>She flashed Ashia a grin and returned to pleasuring the dragon. Rather than moaning in response her purrs only grew louder.<span style="color: olive"> "I am a simple woman to figure out, you'll have me a purring, horny mess in no time. Though once you release the beast we'll see who really has trouble keeping up with who, it's entirely possible we just go at it until we're both sated..."</span>With no warning Ashia's was suddenly lodged deep into The'kal's throat and treated to the heavy vibrations of her purrs while her tongue continued to lovingly care for the base. If The'kal had to breathe it wasn't readily apparent as she seemed quite content to swallow down the dragon's pre as it was offered.<br/><br/>As Whisperia flew deeper into the jungle she'd eventually come across some Trollish ruins decorated with what looked to be countless crystal sculptures, but as she got closer she'd see the sculptures were frozen goblins and their various machinery. Once at the ruins it wouldn't take her more than a few minutes to spot the mage walking behind two female Goblins towards a tent set up under a tree.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>