As Thixia came over and sat upon the table, Kry just smiled mischievously, a touch of amusement in her features.  "Well, of course you're welcome in if you want," she said, gesturing a welcome.  "As far as witches, are you talking about warlocks, or a completely different kind?"<br/><br/>Clover, however, as a person that Kry had a little harder time understanding.  She'd heard stories from her home world of men who wore skirts - "kilts" as they called them - who were fantastic warriors, but she'd never met one personally.  Naturally, however, she had nothing against the concept.  After all, she tended to blur the lines between male and female on a regular basis in this form alone, let alone her others.  "I guess I'll let you decide which one you want, unless you think you can please both."<br/><br/>Kalabaza's behavior, however, couldn't help but get a warm smile from Kry.  She moved on over to Kalabaza's face, still pantsless, member inches from the cleric's lips and glistening with a drop of precum.  Slowly her pale, slender fingers danced through Kalabaza's fingers.  "If you want my cum," she explained rather plainly, a touch of demand remaining in her tone, "you're going to have to claim it.  However, I expect you to swallow<em>all</em>of it.  Can you do that for me?"