<span style="font-weight: bold">Wilnomna</span><br/><br/>"Wuh? Ohhhh..." I groan as I roll onto my side. "Not<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>ready to get up yet," I acknowledge. "Thank you for looking after me. You're a good herd. Sorry for thinking with my stomach and charging in," I smile disarmingly, agreeably, as I gently reach out and take the pretty half-elven archer from Ferya, "not that I can promise I won't do it again," I continue. "My belly's been aching for one of these since I first laid eyes on you," I tell Elisia, taking a long sniff of my prospective meal and licking my lips. "Certainly smells it, at least," I say, as I begin the slow process of peeling the half-elven archer out of her clothes, my touch as gentle as a lover's, softly pressing my lips to each newly-revealed slice of skin... but these aren't kisses, and my tongue lingers over the delicious flavour of the half-elf's skin. "Mmm," I thrum happily...