<span style="color: #5900b3">"i will die of old age someday... and no peace lasts forever."</span>she rubbed her face and shook her head<span style="color: #5900b3">. "i have been living with these problems for ten thousand years, there are no easy solutions... i don't think there are any solutions."</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"for a woman so determined to maintain control you are dangerously close to making me accept your challenge... and that didn't work out so well for the last three Elves i graced with my skilled tongue."</span>she shook her head and kissed the side of Nyarien's neck.<span style="color: #ff0000">"this isn't a battle for you to win with sheer stubbornness, that way lies sexual frustration and a lonely bed tonight. this is all about pleasure, winning is letting me give you as many orgasms as i can before you turn back into a Naga. losing is stubbornning yourself that long and then i blink out the window and leave you as horny as i can possibly get you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>