Kitori pursed her lips in thought, or as much as she could while still drinking. The girl's thirst for Lorna's milk seemingly as endless as her energy.<span style="color: #b300b3">"You drive a hard bargain... I'll agree to eating a solid breakfast then, but I get milk for lunch... and you make sure I'm extra squeaky clean down there. And I'll make sure you're clean back there, of course. Fair is fair."</span><br/><br/>Every time Ana called Vyre by her name the cock in her noticeably throbbed and twitched.<span style="color: #5900b3">"You are pregnant with the first of many of my children, Ana. The wrath you face, or risk facing, will be very different from now on. It'll look more like that."</span>She pointed to the unconscious priestess beside them who was covered in dried blood and cum, but now all of her wounds were silver scars making her rump look like a blue and silver zebra.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "Your punishment will be me fucking you until you pass out, and you not getting to taste a single drop of my cum." </span>She slowly pulled away from Ana and had to pull the toy out of herself before removing it from Ana.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "That thing was never going to go down... you make my lust burn so bright even just laying here talking to me."</span>Vyre grinned and slowly crawled up beside Ana and kissed her deeply.<span style="color: #5900b3">"If you're down there right now you won't be able to see my face. But I wonder, if you were going to down there and eat me out, lick up all of the cum splattered on me and get me ready to use your next hole... would you do it as my wife or my pet? Will I have a loving, loyal tongue caressing and cleaning every inch of me? Or will I have a naughty, cum slut desperately trying to get her next meal? Don't tell me, show me."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon nudged the handmaidens away when they were done and used her other hand to gently cup Tyrande's cheek. She stared into the priestess' eyes for just a few moments before she stepped to the side but didn't release Tyrande's hand until she had to.<span style="color: #b30000"> "We will get through together."</span><br/><br/>Away from Tyrande and the other Elves Nalo was considerably less sympathetic than she been previously, other rather she simply stopped pretending and changed into the clothes with a sigh.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Well it's a nice suit at least. Comfortable enough I suppose. Let me know when you're ready to go back to the Temple, or will the other you meet us here first?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>