Vyre let Inaara move as she wanted without any resistance but let out a playful growl.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Of course I don’t take no for an answer. You may not be willing to be my pet but you’re still mine and that means I need to go to war against the very universe to keep you.” </span>She propped herself up and on her hands and knees and stared into Inaara’s eyes.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “I think you would be okay in a little house nearby. You belong pinned between me and Anna covered in sticky cum and kisses… but I can accept you taking up your own home nearby. Just don’t be surprised if Anna and I show up every now and then to keep you company.” </span>She leaned down and kissed Inaara deeply.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I want you to feel the warmth of love again. I can’t give you that love you need, I can’t devote myself to you wholly and I accept that. But I’ll always be here if you want to be fucked through the furniture again but without the scarring and abuse afterward. And Anna will need a regular supply of freshly squeezed Draenei milk.”</span>She stroked Inaara’s cheek softly and the Draenei would see that Vyre had trimmed her nails to no longer be the feral claws she once had.<span style="color: #5900b3">“You’ll always be special to me. You’re one of very few people I feel completely comfortable opening up to.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>