<span style="color: darkorange">"I don't think you're capable of ever not being fun. Your body is so exotic and interesting, I've licked you over from tip to tail a dozen times since I've met you and I still love every little scale on you. My love, I do feel sexy and desired when I'm with you, but vulnerable... maybe. When you learn how to let others breathe under water you'll really bring out my weakness. Whisperia wanted me more than I wanted her... which is really quite impressive considering..."</span>Sarevess drew out another moan and made the Elf shudder in her coils for a moment.<span style="color: darkorange">"I've wanted Whisperia for years... You underestimate my stubbornness... and how much I enjoy spending time with you."</span>It wouldn't take long for Nyaka's desire to flood Sarevess' senses, the pent up Elf bucking against Sarevess' finger despite her best attempts to restrain herself.<br/><br/>Ras ignored Tyrande's blows, his thick hide easily absorbing the blows and he held her tight. "I'm not letting you go. When the last time someone hugged you? I know when people are suffering, when just showing someone that they're not alone can help." He nodded once and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Relax, Tyrande. I'll be leaving soon enough, but you need a friend. I'll talk to him before I go, I won't yell or threaten him, just talk to him from one husband to another. It makes them trust you even less, I'm speaking from experience, it doesn't matter how big you make yourself look, it just ends up worse when it eventually collapses." Ras shook his head and looked down at Tyrande. "You are a person, to me and Malfurion, to Elune and Crimzon. You can be big to the civilians and mortals, you can be big to yourself, but you're still Tyrande to me. You're still a lonely woman forced into a position no one person should have to take. I'll always be there when you need help, Tyrande.  Someone to talk to, insult, yell at, or otherwise vent on. I'm your friend and despite our past... conflicts and disagreements, I can always just stop by to give you a hug." Crimzon looked between Ras and Tyrande for a moment then nodded slowly.<span style="color: darkred">"Her heart rate is lower than usual in your arms. She seems less tense, just slightly."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>