"Finish up and I'll see if I can find it in my heart to make it up to you. I'm curious to see what a harpy's nest looks like before it become full of filth."<br/><span style="color: #b30000"><br/>
"I'm not worried about her, I'm worried about Nalo going to prison for murder if the sentinels aren't reeled in. The only bloodshed I want in this city is from me feeding. Whatever I can do to prevent it I will." </span>Crimzon snorted and looked away.<span style="color: #b30000"> "What is there to comment on? You criticized me and I accept it. I'll seek to improve my behavior."</span><br/><br/>Nalo whined at the voice and had a butter knife soaring through the air in a flash of steel that just barely missed the intruder.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Endless activities? If I wasn't so exhausted I'd..." </span>Her threat was interrupted by a yawn and she put the butter she had away in favor of just eating the loaf of bread beside it.<span style="color: #0000ff">"I work all day every day, if Morah is having around the clock orgasms it's because she's entertaining herself during the day. Your anger is misplaced, as is typical of your sisterhood..." </span>She carried her bread over to the couch and plopped down on it again.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "I'm not doing anything but supporting my wife and this city. Maybe you should stop being so reliant on the other Morah so she can enjoy her orgasms? Light knows she needs them. I'll figure something out when I'm not half asleep... maybe I'll fuck them both so they... I dunno. If they're both satisfied they might be less bothered... or something. Go talk to the High Priestess for me, the real one, not you or your sisters. If you can get her to give me some time off I'll get in contact with the other Morah."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>