<span style="color: purple">"then again theres no such thing as an old Tauren on my scale of time, i watched their race evolve. there were only a few sentient races when i got here and i based the Night Elves on the Trolls who were my favorite, thats why they have the long ears, the feral nature, the nocturnal habits, Trolls used to be nocturnal as well, the Elves just stayed that way... thats why they can crossbreed as well, i alwayss meant for the Elves and Trolls to be friends, it hurt me deeply when they started fighting. i dont know if im going to be satisfied, not for a while and no, i agree with Sahra on this, if we had sex it would likely ruin our relationship. and you had just as many urges to bed Whisperia, dont tell me you didnt, you changed Amere's Elven form to look like she was Whisperia's sister."</span>she sighed softly and spoke into Sahra's mind.<span style="color: purple">"i dont feel like scraping you off his horns."</span><span style="color: purple">"Sharindia has alot of old habits and she does things her own way but even you have to admit she gets the job done, and shes been going out of her way to help you lately. i dont want to impose, Sharindia feels guilty, like she owes the world the rest of her life for what happened with Azshara and she thinks i blame her so she wants my forgiveness... i dont know how to make her see that it isnt her fault."</span><br/><br/>Leena didnt try to reply to him as she rode the Worgen's tongue, moaning deeply between pants, her hips bucking hard before she finally came, screaming in pleasure as her creams coated the woman's fur.<span style="color: red">"no im just a freak... controlled by ever mounting lust... and always needing to push my body to new extremes." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>