"YES!" Cyrine blurts out. Not to the actions, but to the thought of being brought to the Captain. "Wait..no" she gasps her eyes opening, "That.no..she'd win...then.." she gasps between breaths. "She. I...no." she shakes her head.<br/>The flush of Cyrines face almost matches the crimson hue of her blazing hair, the red extends down her neck, and over her chest, making her black tattoos stand out even more.<br/>Cyrine imagines every twisted scene Torin describes, the vivid detail only standing to arouse her more.  Foggy images of the Captain complete with her delicate tail.<br/><br/>She knows there is going to be a point where Torin perhaps wants more. She accepts that as fact- however, she continues to rock her hips, the slow building pleasure starts to grow, curling like vines up her stomach, and catching aflame. Her release is imminent- and she knows it- however, she requires more sordid tails of her new Muse. She slows her hips rocking do a gentle , controlled sway, a dull hum and murmurs of pleasure constantly fumbling over her lips. She bites hard on her lower lip to stop the ramblings, "Tell me..what its like when shes inside of you.."<br/><br/>She closes her eyes once again, and continues her rocking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>