<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“Yeah, and your tribe were a bunch of savages who killed their own gods. So… anyways.” </span>Da’raki looked at the forge and summoned a ghostly hand to work the billows for him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“I’ll figure it out I guess. I planned on just bottling up my emotion like Father, he never had an issue with it and I’m sure this Ras has been just fine too. If he let all of his emotions out I can’t imagine he would have any women. I’m it afraid of my past, I’m not afraid of anything.”</span><br/><br/>Ras nodded as he listened and started to stroke her hair again. “And what if I choose my main form of dominance to be ravaging you every night and drawing as many orgasms out of you as possible? Instead of aggressive or treating you like a toy, I just overwhelm you with passion and desire? It wouldn’t be an act then. It would be what I want to do.” He grinned and fed her another bite, quite happy to pamper and tend to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>