Lorna returned the hug, squeezing Kitori tight.<span style="color: #ff0080">"i hope she will be okay even if she never sees me as her mother. no, your Uncle kinda frightened me... he was nice and helped you but he was huge and scaring looking. i think i will go to bed as well, its late anyway."</span><br/><br/>Tyrande shook her head and looked over with a quiet chuckled.<span style="color: #5900b3">"leaving all of my clothes, supplies and Ash'alah behind? i think not, besides, i seriously doubt you know where we are going."</span>she led the party through the portal and down to the docks and onto the ferry, the crew grumbling to have to make such a late night trip but they set off without real protest. the trip to the mainland went smoothly and as soon as they were back on land she led them through Lor'danel at a walk but as soon as they were clear of the village the sabers took off. within minutes Tyrande had visibly relaxed, her movements so smooth and fluid with that of her mount to almost mistake them for a single being and though Crimzon would have trouble catching the Priestess' scent riding beside her what she could get would tell her how much Tyrande loved this and just how calm she had become. no conversations passed as each other Elf was shamed by the riding skill of the priestess, the handmaids especially unaccustomed to this but none complained as the Priestess spurred Ash'alah to ever greater speed as exhilaration flowed off her. eventually she slowed the pace again, the great beasts panting beneath their burdens and then were led off road to a stream to drink and rest and the riders climbed down to sate their own thirsts. the Sentinels took up guard positions but Tyrande seemed utterly unconcerned as she petted and scratched her beloved saber, her hair having gone a bit wild as it dried in the wind and she smiled to Crimzon.<br/><br/>Ophidian laughed and shook his head.<span style="color: #ff8000">"oh? how do you think i made it so you could stomach any amount? though i would never suggest doing so your body could sustain itself in perfect health on nothing but my cum. the same goes for Leena."</span>Ophidian was slower to head for the ramp as he grinned, enjoying the view of her naked, retreating ass as he followed her up. he looked down at Leena who carefully started making her way up the ramp. she slid back several times and gritted her teeth in frustration but even when Ophidian created a smooth metal handrail she ignored it, slowly trudging her way to the top and then she grinned triumphantly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"see? i can handle it, the points help."</span>she kissed Nyarien's cheek and then headed for the kitchen, her ass swaying and her tail matching the motions.<span style="color: #ff0000">"these horns make turning my head an interesting experience."</span>once in the kitchen Ophidian set to work on their meal with a happy smile while Leena sat down gently on her bruised rump, her tail snaking through the hole in the backrest meant for Zelina<span style="color: #ff8000">. "we have a new guest in the house. her name is Athena she is another Timelost like myself, this one is the daughter of Vyre and Ras. she is deeply troubled by being ripped away from her life and i sense deeper wounds, you will both leave her alone unless she comes to you. and Leena, if Athena does seek out her half sister, make no mentions or discussions of sex... she removed her own womb and ovaries with her bare hands."</span>Leena looked at him and then nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i will behave."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian nodded and smiled gently.<span style="color: #ff8000">"if you need someone to hold you and let you cry Zelina and i are both willing to shut up and hold you. the Demonic Priestess might whisper some soothing words but other then that you are free to express yourself without restraint."</span>he nodded with another small smile.<span style="color: #ff8000">"your welcome. i will inform them you are here but instruct them to leave you be unless you decide to initiate a conversation. Zelina is at your disposal, she loves to be a priestess as much as a Succubus and will behave herself completely, you have my word. anyway, pick out a room and i will furnish it for you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>