<span style="color: #ffff00">"there are growing issues on the Dragon front. they are in an uproar over Ashia and the verious ones you have reshaped to match her... several volatile factions are forming who are willing to go to war to end her before she can restart her bood. those in power want no trouble with you but with their numbers so depleted they lack the resources to root out the problems. and there is a growing concern that if Ashia and her kind are the future of Dragonkind, why have the Bronze been left out despite their good relationship with you. some of the eldest have actually considered looking for females they would prefer to... assign, to Ashia instead of the ones you have. and most of all they do not want Nail to have anything to do with a new black Dragonfight. also, i hope your randomizing Ashia's mortal mates lest the Black Dragonfight vastly outnumber and eventually become completely dominant which is the problem with the current Wyrmrest temple. the Reds are in charge, the Greens never wake up, the Bronze cant tell what timeline they are looking at and the other two went insane."</span><br/><br/>Ashia growled in pleasure as Red started to get the hang of it, her guidence tapering off to let instinct and pleasure take hold.<span style="color: #404040"> "thats it, your getting the hang of it."</span>her growl deepened as she forced Red to keep moving.<span style="color: #404040">"dont stop... keep going... seek more pleasure..."</span><br/><br/>Britomart looked up and smirked a little.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i highly doubt she grew this little stove."</span>she motioned to the small wood burning stove she was heating water on.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "but i see your point, and this place is beautiful."</span>she sat down on a stool next to the tub as she waited for the water and she stipped down to her underwear.<span style="color: #ff0000">"it all depends what you want to do and honestly i doubt you have the... various, tools and toys i had back before i died. but first you need to understand, you dont need ropes. restraint and forced surrender, those are her triggers. i pinner her against that rail, sucked her ear halfway down my throat and didnt let up until she surrendered and was on her knees."</span>she bit her lip and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "see, alot of my ideas are too, long term. she has responsabilities now that were never a part of our lives. i could spend an hour wrestling her into an armbinder, clip a collar on her neck, yank the leash between her knees so she was forced ass up, stuff a tailed butt plug into her beautiful behind, make her walk on her knees through the house to the couch, sit back and make her service me for as long as i saw fit... and she would get off at the slightest rub at that point. or i would tie her up in a rope harness that rubbed her pussy with every step and take her to the market to shop and i would make her life a lust filled hell while we were there."</span><br/><br/>Azu smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"thank Jim."</span><span style="color: #4d4dff">"its actually a curse place on them by Azshara that has been driving them insane... like a Troll in perpetual heat and no men. its no wonder they turned into thieving, raping murderous monsters. but recently they have been cured and more and more of them are being taken in and taught out to live proper lives. how to grow their own food, build a decent place to live, speak properly and most importantly how to bathe. obviously we are still working on the speech problems."</span><span style="color: #ffa64d">"Azu tries learn but many things Azu must do, not much time learn better talking. crazy one better not cause trouble, Matriarch and Owner need take care babies and Azu."</span><span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Britomart could be good for Mistress but tell me more about her. why did you two leave? certainly she can accept peace now that it is being forced world wide right?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>