<span style="color: #a64dff">"Nope, I'm not here to be passionate, dear Eliza. I'm here to have as many orgasms shared between us as possible before I have to kick you out to get ready for my singing thing. Which will be... sometime tomorrow afternoon, I believe. Your pussy is going to get very well acquainted with my fingers, it doesn't need to worry."</span>Rayne nodded as she watched her friend and started to moan softly from touching herself.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "You have a nice little butt." </span>She returned the kiss with a hunger and nodded.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Of course, fair is fair."</span>Eliza would draw out a pleasured sigh from Rayne quite quickly as the Elf's hand came around to hold her head in place.<span style="color: #a64dff">"That's a nice tongue, too bad it's so small..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">"Just be patient with her, I think once Miriam is fixed and they're able to reconcile she'll warm up to you again."</span>Nail sighed softly and scooped up the four hatchlings gathered at her feet and laid them out on the table, but the Blue was happy to remain near Ana while she cooked.<span style="color: #808080"> "Ashia... If Ruby could, she would lay down with her head in your lap and suck your cock for hours straight. She wants you to shove her over whenever your cock as much as twitches and leave her shaking and cream filled, she... what was the other thing?"</span>Nail tapped her claw on the table for a moment and frowned.<span style="color: #808080"> "Oh, right, she wants each clutch you give her to be larger than the last until you breed her so thoroughly that she has to take on her drake form to carry all of the eggs. These are things she wants to do with you, those are all straight from her mouth. And she wants to snuggle and cuddle too, boring things like that. And for what it's worth she doesn't hesitate to defend your honor against Spite, in fact she's even put me into a wall and I was just cracking a joke. Of course, Ashia, don't rush or hurt yourself, we all know you care about us and we... well we're a little nervous about being around you after we saw you smash Spite's face, but we're still your friends even if we aren't very good ones."</span><br/><br/>"I'm asking you because you two came here all dressed up out of the blue and asked me for an opinion on clothes. I am a lot of things Leena but when it comes to reading people, especially you two, I'm at a total loss." He nodded as he listened then backhanded Nyarien, knocking the Elf on her ass with a surprised yelp. "That's for upsetting Leena with your stubbornness. Why are you so bent out of shape over wearing clothes? Especially when I said they were fine, and why does my opinion even matter? I'm not the one fucking you, Leena is and she thinks you look great!" Nyarien looked uncharacteristically small as Ras raised his voice. "If you don't answer I'll just go through your mind and find out that way." Nyarien glared at him then looked away.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I've been naked for a long time, it's not something I think about. I... I am embarrassed by my body when Leena stares at me, I don't feel pretty or attractive like she is, I know she's telling the truth and she likes my body but... I liked her dressing me up and I would be okay with her taking me out to show me off. But when she gets in these moods she just... goes and goes and goes and before my mind has caught up with what's going on I'm sitting there looking at my ugly face in the mirror and she's drenching herself in excitement." </span>"Yeah, you are pretty ugly. Your tits are lopsided, your ass is flat, you have the muscle tone of Leena here, your face looks like you got in a bar fight with half of Silvermoon. You're basically a worse version of your mother in every possible way. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Nyarien growled and stood back up, the fire in her soul reigniting from Ras' antagonizing. "You were never anything more than just a fetish fuck for Leena so keep your problems to yourself." Nyarien growled and shoved Ras back.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Let's go, Leena, before I pull this prick's head off."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>