<span style="color: #4d4dff">"All dragons... Yeah, all dragons have some innate magical aptitude and it allows us to speak to all races and disguise ourselves." </span>She held up one hand and a pristine scale appeared between her fingers.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "You want to make the money, figure it out." </span>She smiled at him as he handed him the scale then approached a massive set of double doors.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"This is the library. I fully expect the best lay of my life when we return home from here. Because we're going to get at least a dozen books, and you'll have to pay me in orgasms to get the chance to read them."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon nodded and climbed onto the table with her legs spread. Her clothing vanished and without a hint of shame she taped into Tyrande's power to grow a cock of her own. She poked at it a few times and with some concentration was able to adjust the size and thickness.<span style="color: #660000">"There we go, one toy to feed to my beloved mate." </span>She looked up at Tyrande and grinned a little.<span style="color: #660000">"I would gladly return the favor. Perhaps this ring would let me feed sustain myself from you in that way too?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>