As Ophidian leaned in closed he was greeted with a double-barreled shotgun pointed directly at his nose. "I ain't got any children, get any closer and we'll see just how long you keep that sense of smell." The shopkeeper sat the gun down after a moment and stood up. "Alright, where's the scaly wretch. I'll help her if it gets you lot out of here before the paying customers show." Kitori made her way out of the dressing room wearing a deep red, and very low cut shirt, a seductive smile on her face as she looked at Ophidian but it quickly turned to embarrassment as she noticed the shopkeeper and scrambled to cover her mostly exposed chest. "You know, snake, I hate you even more right now. I hate dealing with Night Elves, dumb whores the lot of'em." Kitori looked at the shopkeeper then to Ophidian in confusion. "Right then, what can't you do on your own? What? Too good to speak Common like the rest of us, tree hugger?" Kitori frowned, while not understanding his words she certainly understood the tone in them.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">"We're two very different women, as such we have two very different needs. You just need me, I need you and the occasional feral creature with a dick and urge to breed."</span><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid"><br/>
"Master... the song only worked because Mistress and I have... faults, we're not perfect... the song corrects that in your mind... it changes who we are and makes you dream about... them." </span>The deeper his tongue went the tighter her pussy squeezed, and the deeper she took him into her throat.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"Yesss master... I love you... I love your beautiful cock... and I love... I love..."</span>She trailed off as she hit her peak but the mark on her chest flashed an angry red and she shuddered hard, her orgasm instantly ending before it had a chance to start.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"Master I want... you to do something for me... please, do whatever you can to cum... I want to swallow all of it... as many loads as you can give me before Mis... Mistress comes home. Innervate yourself when you... need to, I just... I'll explain later... I promise."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>