She was wet now, her love juices coated Darion's finger, his own ministrations on her body seemed to have less effect than on a humanoid.  Her skin was surprisingly durable, muscular, although still sensative enough to feel it.  Hissing lightly, she stared at him incredulously as he asked her to prove how much she wanted it.  Sneering back, she smirked.  "I don't beg, human.  You should feel honored to breed with me."  She responded, her hand griping his crotch and giving it a particularly tight squeee.<br/><br/>((Roll: Psionic 8+13 versus Darion's mental resistance))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>