<div class="floatleft">(http://orig07.deviantart.net/d643/f/2015/197/f/c/nami_by_thepixeldust-d91i9vm.jpg)</div>Nami smile again as she sat down close to her host...<em>very</em>close to her host. Touching thighs in fact. Then she put on hand on the purple woman's leg and started casually stroking it as her smile widened at the question. Her voice was sooth and liquid, luring those who heard it to want to just lean back, close their eyes and listen. "We're from the deeper caves of Myrellion actually. And mostly, we hunt<em>mates</em>." The particular emphasis on that word made it clear that the willingness of the mate was optional... but appreciated when found. "When we find one we challenge them, if they resist we have to overpower them, if not we... have our way with them. If they resist and we win we have our way then as well." Her grin widened further as she gazed into her hosts blue eyes. "And when we find one that strikes our fancy, like<em>you</em>pretty lady..." She leaned in to whisper in her hosts ear. "We take them home... and add them to our<em>harem</em>. Doesn't that sound<em>nice</em>?" She leaned back again, her smile becoming a touch cool again... even as her hand continued stroking the other woman's thigh. "Of course all that is if you win all the time. Not that loosing is<em>all</em>bad of course. When you loose to another Nyrea they have their way with<em>you</em>... and most of the other people exploring that deep are just as pleased to follow tradition. And, of course, if you loose to a strong enough Nyrea, and they take a liking to you, they take you home and add you to their<em>harem</em>. And then it's just day after day getting pumped full by your Mistresses' fat cock." She stroked her own for emphasis before grabbing one of Alura's hands and guided it to her prick. "<em>Feel</em>out<em>thick</em>that is? Imagine it<em>thrusting</em>up inside you,<em>over</em>and<em>over</em>, until it<em>pumps</em>you<em>full</em>. Every. Single. Day.<em>Forever</em>..." She dragged out the last work as she gazed into her hosts eyes with dark intent... and invitation. As if the hand on the other woman's leg, inching higher with every slow stroke, or the way she put the other woman's hand on her cock weren't invitation enough. It seemed Miss Starcaster was going to have to be careful with this one, or her first show of the new season would also be the last when she was dragged off to suffer an unspeakable fate... as appealing as that no doubt sounded just then.