Eliza looked up at Rayne as she crooned around the nipple in her mouth before she finally released it with a quiet pop.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"oh? you would keep a poor little shop keeper your sex prisoner all day?"</span>she giggled quietly, blushing deeply before she started to slide down Rayne's body, nuzzling against her belly with deep croons.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"let's see how it works down here."</span>she pressed Rayne's thighs apart gently and then leaned in to sniff Rayne and she shuddered and let out a soft moan.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"oh... i could breathe this all day... i hope it tastes even better."</span>she looked at Rayne's freshly bared pussy and then started to lick her with soft little moans. she paid special attention to Rayne's outer labia, crooning in delight as her tongue bathed them shamelessly. while she worked her wings spread up and behind her, acting as a counterbalance, leaving both hands free to caress and massaged Rayne's inner thighs. finally satisfied with her worship of the outside of Rayne's pussy she used one hand to gently spread the Elf open and she moaned softly. she looked up at Rayne and then pressed her whole mouth to Rayne's pussy and her tongue went to work exploring every fold and crevice. not having been told of the difference in clitoral position she only stumbled upon Rayne's pleasure nub by accident after having thoroughly searched everywhere else starting with where her own was. she crooned as she lavished Rayne's pussy like it were something sacred and delicious and while her tongue may have been smaller then Rayne would like the texture and her pure, unabashed enthusiasm made up for it as she muscle danced and caressed the Elf.<br/><br/><span style="color: #404040">"tell that to the way she flinched and looked away from me and her scent."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"hmm? that depends. when Mistress is cuddling me i feel warm, safe and protected... when we are starting to have sex i feel possessed, owned and trapped by her strength and it turns me on almost as much as her kisses."</span>Ashia frowned and looked at Nail and frowned before she sighed.<span style="color: #404040">"ignorance must be bliss... when she insulted me the way she did over things that hurt me so much i should have beat her bloody and left a clutch in her. when she ran away and tried to hide my child from me i should have raped her ass until she screamed her submission, swore eternal loyalty and begged me to stop. these are the instincts that come with <i>my</i> transformation. a curse from a mad, evil Troll trying to make a perverse, twisted goddess of vengeance out of me when i was an innocent young drake. during the worst time of my life i didn't do any of those things. i broke her nose thinking it would shut her up and teach her some respect. i recovered my child as is my right and i left her alone to hide among the mortals. if i can resist all of that on a horrible day the rest of you need never fear me on a good day... i just need to get there."</span><br/><br/>Leena grinned a little but she truly was drained as she leaned on her mate.<span style="color: #ff0000">"your damn right my love... your the most beautiful Elf anyone has ever seen. you look fucking gorgeous in that skirt."</span>she steered Nyarien to the kitchen where Ophidian already had two mugs, obviously having heard them coming. Athena was encased in a small dome of energy to keep the shouting from disturbing her as he handed a large mug of beer to Nyarien and to Leena a large mug of something blue and sparkling.<span style="color: #ff0000">"he is an ass, that's how dare he."</span>Leena drank from her mug with a soft, needy moan and then looked at him.<span style="color: #ff0000">"what is this?"</span><span style="color: #ff8000">"mead made with water from a Moonwell and infused with a very special set of herbs guaranteed to pep up any mortal spell caster. there is a strict limit of one mug a day or you will end up addicted like a Blood Elf."</span>he looked at Nyarien and grinned.<span style="color: #ff8000">"that beer was made by a family of master Pandaren brewers. they may be fat, furry little pacifists but they make some fucking good ales and beers. and if i might chime in you look fucking amazing."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>