<span style="color: red">"Death is something we learn to deal with, if through some twisted fate we did fall in love your passing would be grieved, but I would move on and continue to cherish the positive memories of you. No, I merely offered to sate your curiosity, it was a neutral gesture, you getting turned on has nothing to do with me." </span>Nyarien smiled a bit and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"Get me some food, a room with a large bed, and a crib for my son and we'll see just what kind of woman you really are. After you've had your fill of milk, the release of pressure is quite nice. I can tell you right now that it's not, we also have several that get more sensitive the deeper in you go... I should warn you ahead of time when you start hitting the ones further in you're going to unleash a flood, and not because of the pleasure, the spots also serve as ways for our body to more easily lay eggs. I break bones, not minds, I wouldn't want to make you my bitch."</span>She smiled wide as her son took a hold on one of Leena's fingers as he fed.<span style="color: red"> "Yes, as long as my breasts fill with milk you'll have my attention, once that's done and they're producing normally I'll either keep you or leave you with nothing but memories. I'm curious what your peers would think of this, you breast feeding from the daughter of one of the most feared and hated women in the city. Would you like to find out?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>