<em>Jealousy?</em>Larissa I mused.<em>A strange thing to feel in one of my ancestors. How many cocks have you played with in idle hours? A dozen? A score? A hundred? And yet she happily shares you. Indeed, she <strong>admires</strong> that part of you. She wants to share in that part of you. Oh, if I were only flesh and blood, we would ravage you together.</em>Larissa I's musings slowly developed into a series of mental images, moving through every conceivable permutation in with the younger Ruxvan could accept two shafts.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Elaine seemed to struggle to answer properly. "Yes! Uh... Lady.... Bloodchief.... nnnh, both!" Each time the wooden cock changed direction, Elaine's answer changed with it. "M-mistress!"