<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Xanatov Itugen</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nZc8QUdk9LCbRhWohfuYEkG-X01vvibwqNY9pRV1Noo/edit)<br/><br/>Xanatov snickered.  He hadn't missed the moans the girl was fighting not to release.  He could clearly see the heat rising in the hiver girl's cheeks.  He ministered to her pleasure once again, being gentle with her breasts, running his fingers up and down her petals in a ministering caress, wanting to see her hips roll.<br/><br/>“I see, then, little one.  You think you're better than us.  You take pride in the soot, the grease, the rads.  You spill blood and bleed for control of a few city blocks.  You think  that makes you powerful.  You think that makes you brave.  You think that makes you strong.”