<span style="color: #4dffa6">"i won't tell anyone anything we do together, its none of their business."</span>he grinned up at her and shook his head.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"smart old man."</span>he watched her intently and groaned deeply when she finally started settling onto him, pleasure plain on his face as she worked her way down. his hands went to her hips to steady her as she trembled and then he started slowly pressing her down.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "it would be rather ironic... if i was too small... and then she made me too big."</span>he started to slowly rock his hips up to hers, trying to work the last inches into her clenching embrace.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "if it hurts we will stop."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"no, that was their great crime and i regret having to destroy them... i regret so many things i was forced to do. it is a start, but i will keep the pressure on you since you seem to respond better to bluntness then anything else."</span>she looked at Empress and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"her poor reaction is precisely what i wanted to avoid. she didn't establish that connection, it happened automatically but if i had to guess her biggest issue was your voice, you do sound just like The'kal despite all the differences between you... and it would be incredibly unfair to expect a better reaction from such a young and wounded being. she has sired and lost over one hundred children and only six of them yet live. i would never force you to break your word, however, you can easily remove them from the house if or when they call you again, at least until Ashia has recovered from her recent losses and can tolerate your presence." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>