<span style="color: #ff0000">"Being a mystery got me feared in Silvermoon. Being transparent earned me hatred. I don't know how to find a balance." </span>She leaned against Morah and smiled.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Our boat will be much further from the water, much taller. You don't need to worry about hearing or smelling anything but the birds and the ocean breeze." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"And if they do let you go you'll just have more time to spend with our family, it's not like we actually need the copper they're making to slave over to survive."</span><br/><br/>Aerin continued to lap at Sharindia while Ras groped and squeezed her ass and thighs. "If they made Night Elves with firm bodies like this I don't think Tyrande would ever be able to get me to leave her city." When the chains vanished the woman paused her licking and looked down at the water to her hands. "You can try to run, or you can be a good girl and earn this dick. But you're only getting fucked when she gives me permission to do it." Aerin let out a low snarl before slowly reaching up to pull Sharindia closer and suckling on her other breast. "Good. She's a mage and I have powers even I don't fully understand. Even if you did try to run we'd catch you, I'd probably beat you to an inch of your life, and we'd start the process all over again." The worgen's claws flexed against Sharindia's back for a moment, threatening to break the skin but she slowly relaxed and began to put more effort into licking the Elf.<span style="color: #00b300"> "Want it..." </span>"What was that?"<span style="color: #00b300"> "I want it... your dick. I need it to make the burning stop."</span>Ras smiled a bit and looked to Sharindia. "Why don't we see how badly she actually wants it? Take off your bottoms."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>