Nyarien shook her head and looked up at Ophidian. “<span style="color: #b30000">Because I trust you… you- I give you body willingly and you treat me with care when I need it and give me everything I ask for. Later I want to make love, I want to go slow and passionate… I want you to ravage me until I pass out in your arms.”</span>She looked back to Leena and rolled her off of her but then pinned her down with a grin.<span style="color: #b30000"> “I’m excited to see where you take me in the future.”</span>She supported herself on one arm and looked back at Ophidian as she exposed her asshole to him.<span style="color: #b30000">“Just one in me. Let the other leak and paint me. Take your time back there and enjoy me. Regular sized loads… pin me against my fiancé and let her see how much I love your cock in my ass.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b300b3">“She’s not related to us. She’s not family.”</span>She frowned as she listened to him and folded her arms while listening to Zelina.<span style="color: #b300b3"> “Alright. I don’t… okay. I’ll let her know that I trust you. But if you hurt her no amount of power will protect you from me.” </span>She looked at Ophidian and nodded.<span style="color: #b300b3">“If you love Zelina and trust her with my sister then I will accept her as family.”</span><br/><br/>Crimzon returned the kiss and slid her hands up Tyrande’s body.<span style="color: #660000"> “Yea, we should. It might be a little strange for them to walk into the kitchen with your face in my pussy.”</span>She nodded and bared her fangs without a hint of shame.<span style="color: #660000"> “I’ve been laying here smelling, listening, waiting for you to wake. I just couldn’t decide which banquet I wanted to feast on.” </span>She pulled Tyrande back into the kiss and growled softly.<span style="color: #660000">“But let’s go talk to them first. I know you like it when I’m starving.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>