"I am forgetting him, actually, maybe I'll go back and check on him one of these days. I'm sure Vyre won't mind talking to you, she's not nearly as bad as your mother says. I think Sahra likes her too, which is saying something because she wants to remove Sharindia's head even after all she did for her. Maybe we can pick you up a hunting spear and a battleaxe while we're here, I'm sure there's someone here who crafts weapons for aspiring heroes." He headed across the rise until they stood in front of Baine's heavily guarded tent. "I'm not sure we can get any closer. The place seems quite packed, a meeting with the Darkspear, judging by the terrible smell."<br/><br/>Vyre shook her head in defiance, even under Ashia's assault she still fought back her moans to let out a feral snarl.<span style="color: purple"> "I will not bend to the will of a dragon... I will give myself to a lover... a mate. But I will not be claimed." </span>She cried out suddenly as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. The Elf barely had time to register the change of position before she was split open again, a deep moan answering Ashia's roar.<span style="color: purple"> "Mmph... prove it... I am a free spirit and will be tamed... by no beast."</span>She snarled again and began to buck back against the thrusts. Even as the dragon pour all of her strength into fucking Vyre she remained strong, her arms holding her up never caving and her body squeezing Ashia tight enough to make her fight for every thrust.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>