Ashia shook her head, growling and moaning against Vyre's ear as she came again.<span style="color: #404040"> "Not until you... Ask for it... Not until you declare yourself... My consort..."</span>Her claws drew blood as she railed Vyre harder.<span style="color: #404040">"Say it... Please... Our daughter wants her mother's embrace... Say you are mine and that I am yours... Ask for our daughter."</span><br/><br/>Order sighed angrily and ripped all three personas to herself.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "Whatever am I to do with you?"</span>She frowned as she inspected each to discern their feelings.<span style="color: #ffff00">"You all love Rachel in your own way... What if I separate you? Give each of you your own body. The Succubus can be the shameless slut she is. the warlock can be as prideful and cold as she likes. And you, Priestesses, can hide behind Rachel's strength and bear her child as you dream of doing... And all three of you can stop making the others miserable. What say you? This cannot continue, your destroying the woman you love and each other." </span><br/><br/>They let The'kal scan them as she liked but they spoke the truth.<span style="color: #cc99ff">"We will not volunteer for death... But you can see that we have not failed here. By all means hunt our clan in any dimension they have failed, our gifts leave no excuse for failure and they should be punished."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>