<span style="font-weight: bold">Wilnomna</span><br/><br/>“Easy, Stallion,” Wilnomna says, napping a few quick-trotted steps away from Alex. “I’m not some human girl entranced by a pretty face and a long cock. Get a mare something to eat, at least,” she smiles to soften the remarks, but can’t stop herself licking her lips. “Although I have to live hereabouts too, so I suppose being seen as the heroine wouldn’t be too bad. Human women can be enjoyed as more than just meals, after all…”<br/><br/>“I’ll have you know I don’t eat innocent people,” the lizardwoman said… and followed it up with a long list of exceptions.<br/><br/>“Well, that’s honourable,” Wilnomna nodded. No sense in upsetting a potential ally, and especially not such a pretty one. Besides, it was clear the pair had more in common with each other than either did with a human. “Certainly a stomach can be a fine place to send a noble adversary, or to punish an ignoble one. My tribecentaurs don’t really have much of a concept of<span style="font-style: italic">ownership</span>, but I won’t argue with you if you tell me someone’s your to eat. Maybe it’s a little like finding a pretty gemstone in a streambed on the plains - anyone could pick it up, and if you do, it’s yours? But instead of a gemstone, it’s a pretty shepherdess, and when you pick her up, you put her in your stomach.” Wilnomna shivers, and it gently shakes the fullness of her breasts, probably grown fat on girls just like that. “Then she becomes yours…”