<span style="color: darkgreen">"I'm not going to disagree there. Sharindia has her faults, and likely more than positives, but I know she always means well. So while I would preferred Ras to have a son with someone else, I'm not going to turn my back on her she's my daughter in law by Trollish rites, and those are more fun to follow than Night Elven ones." </span>Arlokk sat Whisperia down on the couch then returned to his seat.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Then when Tyrande calls go to her, but for the time being she's completely fine."<br/>
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"You say you don't, yet you still show up whenever I call you and do whatever I ask. You trust me and you trust my daughter, I'm willing to bet you even trust Ras too." </span>She returned the growl and grinned.<span style="color: purple"> "I'm more powerful than you may realize now, but if I were to keep you prisoner here I might as well put a collar on you again. If keep an egg I fully intend on keeping you in my life and the child's, so consider that while you're breeding me." </span>Vyre shook her head slowly and returned the kiss eagerly.<span style="color: purple"> "It does, but it's disconnected from our time... but you have about three hours and you still need to get me wet." She placed one hand on the dragon's head and held her in place as she began to work. "You mentioned you thought I was beautiful, tell me how I look from down there. My perfect breasts, my nearly untouched pussy honoring your tongue with its nectar... this is why men fall so easily to us, women too I suppose. Now stop teasing, get your tongue in there and get a good taste of me. It may be the last you ever have."</span>Whether from the dragon's tongue or her natural dominance it didn't take long for Vyre's tunnel to become practically dripping in arousal as her nipples began to press through her bra which fought to keep her impressive bust contained.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>