"Everything makes you angry, you're half Troll." They were only walking for a few minutes before he scooped her up and sat her on his shoulders. "Oh knock it off, you can learn to take a joke. You don't need to be a splitting image of your mother all the time."<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"I don't hit those who can't fight back. She is strong, a warrior. You are weak and a mother. I am not a coward." </span>Nail lead them into the house and into the living room where Miriam was bobbing her head up and down Anthony's cock, taking the large appendage to the roots each time while Spite had a clawful of the man's hair and ground her drooling pussy messily against his face.<span style="color: #5900b3">"If you were with me I would have been facing the other way and she wouldn't have taken me by surprise." </span>Elerona rolled her eyes and nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Sorry for breaking in. I'm El- Bayne and this is my mate Zelina. And you are?"</span><span style="color: #b30000">"I am Nail, the blue is Spite, the green Thrak, Miriam is the human woman, Anthony is her... new toy. Upstairs is Ashia and her new brood mother." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Brood mother?" </span><span style="color: #b30000">"She seeks to impregnate as many women as possible with as many eggs as they can hold. We will create a new race of smaller, more powerful dragons to replace our giant counterparts." </span>She extended a claw towards Miriam who now had her attention on her demonic guests.<span style="color: #b30000">"We will all carry her clutches before too long." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Not if I get my hands on that blue first, it'll be my clutch she's carrying..."</span>What looked to be amusement flashed across the dragon's face and she motioned to the couch.<span style="color: #b30000">"Make yourselves comfortable."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>