<span style="color: #ff8000">"Mmm, but letting you get greedy might teach you bad habits and we can't have that." </span>She slowly ground down on the invading digit and nudged Sarevess to her other breast.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Feel around for the slightly textured spot, that's the best spot if you really want to get me going. I will, and there's no way your tail is going anywhere near my ass. Even I know my limits."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Then you're out of luck, you may own Mistress but she owns us, not you." </span>Spite glared at Ashia while Nail seemed to grin and motioned to the sleeping human.<span style="color: #b30000">"She won Spite here in a bet... Well, kind of." </span>The blue let out an annoyed sigh and shook her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"As a whelpling I was found by a Night Elven child in Winterspring and she took me as a pet." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"Found?" </span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"Fine. I- she fed me bugs and I followed her. She stuck me in her pack when they returned to Darnassus. Needless to say her parents weren't happy to find a dragon whelp in their daughter's bedroom running around looking for bugs. So they put me in a cage and tried to sell me. Naturally, nobody was about to buy a live dragon. In comes Mistress, looking to buy some herbs to promote pregnancy." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"Mistress has a thing for gambling. And sex. She was bet that she couldn't deep throat a Night Elf without gagging, and if she couldn't she had to take her." </span>She pointed to Spite.<span style="color: #b30000">"If she could she'd get the herbs she needed for free. After puking on the poor man's dick she went home with far less gold and a new pet dragon."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"My name real name doesn't matter, I respond to Spite and I would like for you to respect that."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"I don't have any other names. I wasn't named."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>