Kitori giggled at the swat and jumped onto Lorna's back to be carried to the water as she kicked off her own clothes. Once nude she wrapped her arms around Lorna's torso and began to fondle her breasts with playful growls.<span style="color: #b300b3">"You're asking a lot for this trade. But any chance to brush your fur is good for me. So I accept your deal."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Yeah, well she probably would have bled to death or come damn close to it. I don't think she realized how long my nails are when I get... uh, carried away like that. It's hard to justify putting you in a chastity belt when you seem to want it so badly. Not giving it to you seems more of a torture."</span>She stopped and looked at Ana with a wicked grin.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "A bed? I told you I was going to make you cum in every part of this house, didn't I? Kitchen counter or table, where would my wife rather have her feast? Or maybe the living room table so Frank may walk in on you burying your face in my pussy..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"I know, I know, this isn't a threesome kind of mood. In case you two hadn't noticed I'm not exactly horny despite having you both in front of me. I'm going to talk to Shandris later and I'll give her a complete rundown on what's been happen between Crimzon and Tyrande and how hands-off I've actually been." </span>Nalo spat her drink back into her cup and looked at the Morah's.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I did not take sex into my considerations. That's not something Crimzon ever expressed interest in, she's... oh-ho, this will be fun."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon offered Tyrande her usual small smile and let the High Priestess touch her freely. With her mouth closed her fangs looked no different than a normal Elf's, but with her jaw opened they extended out quite a bit and were noticeable larger and hollow. She tilted her head as Tyrande spoke but never stopped rubbing her back, unsure of what else to do or say.<span style="color: #b30000">"I... I enjoy feeding you from, yes, I feel bad about it- Priestess? I..."</span>When she recalled Morah's words she stopped herself, smiled, and nodded.<span style="color: #b30000">"Yours, yes. Yours always." </span>She blinked in surprised when she was kissed, but let out a deep, husky growl as her hands on Tyrande's back stopped rubbing and tried to pull her closer. When the kiss was broken Crimzon was left panting slightly even though she didn't need to breathe.<span style="color: #b30000">"Priest... <i>Tyrande</i>." </span>She drank in the sight of the Elf and slowly got onto her knees to crawl closer to her.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Feed?" </span>She looked at Tyrande's thigh and listened to her words. There was a small bit of hesitation but never one to deny the High Priestess she moved in close and kissed her again before extending her fangs.<span style="color: #b30000">"I hunger only for you."</span>Crimzon moved into position and licked the inside of Tyrande's thigh until she felt the familiar tingle of the numbing agent followed by the pierce of her charge's fangs.<span style="color: #b30000">"You are delicious, intoxicating, and I would have you all to myself if I could." </span>Under a normal state of mind Tyrande would notice Crimzon drinking much slower than usual, the sentinel very much aware and leery of puncturing the priestess' artery.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>