Karrie's grin grew wider and she leaned in close.<span style="color: #b30000">"That little Elf has... jungle fever. You've been the object of her desire for years. I bet she'd let you walk her through the village in a chain and collar if you told her to." </span>The warlock frowned and punched Rachel's shoulder.<span style="color: #ff9999">"I'll remember that next time you're prowling around the house looking for a face to sit on." </span>She giggled uncontrollably when she was pinched and slapped Rachel's hand away.<span style="color: #b30000">"Demons are nothing more than tools, I only have demonic... traits. I am no monster or a tool."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Oh no you don't, you're not breeding me until I'm ready. And right now... I'm enjoying myself too much. You will fuck me when I'm ready to be fucked." </span>One of The'kal's clones climbed onto the bed behind The'kal and slowly began to feed a copy of Ashia's cock into the goddess' ass. Apparently surprised by the intrusion, the goddess jumped as she was suddenly impaled and came with a muffled moan, her pussy clenching around Ashia's tongue as the dragon's jaw was coated in her mate's nectar.  Meanwhile, the clone took up a steady pace of reaming the goddess and doubling her moans around Ashia's dick.<br/><br/>The barkeep washed out and put away each glass silently until she settled on one. "You should sip your wine, it will let you enjoy the flavor more." He refilled her glass and looked at her strangely. "Are you not The'kal? I thought half the city adored you. Well, I guess the easiest way would be to pick up a hobby and join groups of like minded individuals. Picking up a trade might not be bad either, you could exchange ideas and words between your fellow apprentices."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>