<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Of course, ask me anything. My mind is yours." </span>She frowned at the question and seemed almost insulted.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"And what? Leave you, go back to being hated everywhere I go, live in a shitty house and drink myself to sleep every night? I have a chance to be a part of something greater, have someone I care about. I won't leave you not matter how tough it is to stay, I am a priestess and you need my help. It is my duty to help you until you no longer need me and that's what I will do." </span>She smiled and nodded.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Next time you're returning my kiss. I don't care what color, but I want water clear enough to see through, I might decide I want to go swimming and I don't want any surprises."</span><br/><br/>The'kal started to respond and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"Ashia, just you saying that and being you makes me as happy as could be. Your cocky attitude but loving nature. You don't make me feel like I'm a god or different than everyone else. You make me feel loved, that you love me for who I am and that means more than I could ever hope to express to you." </span>She smiled and Ashia would feel a warmth in her abdomen.<span style="color: #666600"> "Right there. They'll be smaller but they'll still show through you, your eggs will grow to their full size in your women. And you can't handle yourself is the problem, you'll kill yourself trying to keep up with me and you've almost done it three times now.  I am a being of pure energy, I- you can't sexually exhaust me, my bodies yes but I'll never be satisfied as you understand it. You forced your body to produce eleven eggs and then fertilize all of them in a single orgasm. Where do you think your body got the energy to do all that? It eats itself, shuts down organs, burns any tissue it can to generate enough energy to do what you force it to do. And don't misunderstand me, I fucking love every minute of our time together and I will never get tired of it but I don't want you to keep hurting yourself trying to achieve the impossible." </span>She shook her head and pointed to her meal.<span style="color: #666600"> "Finish eating then you can go down there, but all the work is done. The warlock is Karrie, my granddaughter and Ras' sane daughter. The Troll you'll remember as Rachel from Silvermoon, she's now mostly alive and has raised a swarm of ghouls to harvest lumber from an endless forest I created just off the coast. Far enough away that even you won't notice the stench of death. Both women are very much off limits to you, as well as the Blood Elf they've claimed as their own, but they will be productive members of the village. The Elf works in the soup kitchen and Karrie... she'll find something, she was a maid for most of her life and she's very talented."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>