"Yes, by your grandmother. She is well meaning but... over zealous at times. I haven't done that to you and I never will. So how are Amber and Kalian doing in their classes? Hopefully as good as you?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Demons never truly die. Can be resummoned, I have a mistress to protect and her children to care for. I can't throw my life away and expect to come back."</span>Nail shook her head and headed towards the kitchen while Thrak straddled Bayne's waist and effectively pinned the smaller woman to the couch.<span style="color: #59b300">"Let me correct you before this conversation goes further, none of us, save for that Draenei upstairs, are 'Ashia's women'. We are Miriam's women, we owe our very existence to her kindness and generosity. She wishes us to help Ashia with her goal of creating a new and unnecessary race of monsters, and so we will. But Ashia doesn't like me, we have too much in common, so I'm free to do who and whatever I want."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"No. I haven't mated with Ashia. Not since my transformation. I was assumed my new... feelings were because of being a new creature." </span><span style="color: #59b300">"Nope! Got a whole clutch formin' in there, must have been filled up pretty well seeing as you rode Ashia harder than Miriam. Stuffed so full it even stuck-"</span><span style="color: #b30000">"I get it."</span>With a shrug Thrak turned her attention back to Elerona whose hands began to explore the scaly green woman.<span style="color: #59b300">"I think you and I are just going to have as much fun as possible to make sure your friend here is properly fed. If anything comes of our fun, well, so be it, we're both adults and if you're as fun as you look I'll be finding you for repeated visits."</span>While the Scholar went completely ignored by Bayne she'd feel The'kal's presence looming over her again.<span style="color: #666600">"I appreciate your concern for my daughter. I don't care what your reasons are for warning her and I won't ask. Should you ever feel like meeting Zelina in person or speaking to them, consider my permission granted." </span>Elerona's cock appeared and flopped onto her thigh, still massively increased and covered in thick ridges from fucking Flora.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Well, little dragon? It's not going to suck itself."</span><span style="color: #59b300">"Oh, straight to it, eh? I can appreciate your bluntness."</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Going to shove it down your owner's throat too, I wonder who the better cock sucker is here. I plan to find out."</span>Thrak pointed at Nail drawing a warning growl from the black across the room as she slipped off the couch and between the demon's legs. Elerona was soon grinning wide as her cock sank into the green's mouth.<span style="color: #59b300">"Why does this taste like honey?"</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Long story. But it's going to taste like a pregnant dragon soon."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>