Rayne shrugged and sat upright to watch him work on dinner.<span style="color: #330066">“I would learn better from a friend than a coworker. It’s not like anyone can fire you and if they try I’ll pick them up and squeeze them until they’re annoyed and go away.” </span>She grinned a little and nodded.<span style="color: #330066"> “But speculation makes for great fantasy, don’t you think? And I choose to fantasize about getting a proper and thorough lesson in female Seraphim... uh, bodies from Isabell.” </span>She laughed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: #330066">“I would carry her around everywhere.”</span><br/><br/>Nyarien placed her hands on Ophidian’s and looked at him without saying anything for a moment, only moaning and panting to let him see how much she was enjoying him.<span style="color: #ff0000"> “Harder. I feel your power... I know I’m nearing the end. Let your lust for me go... even if only for a little while. Let me feel it- how much you want me. Channel all of your lust and pour it into me, claim me, with one glorious release.”</span>She shook her head and smiled at him.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I don’t shy away from pain, I am a warrior... I am your mate. Don’t treat me gently.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>