Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

"Your Mawa has spilled more seed into both of you than he had in his entire war campaigns. I have plenty of attention to grant." He said as he reached out, unceasing her dress, letting it slip off of her, abd he leaned forward, his hands smooth and appreciating her.
 
Mala'konzo shivered as she gulped his blood. His bloodline had the clarity, and draw of some nobility, but it had a bite on it like a stern whiskey. The bite of a warlord, the sparking of violence and supremacy of 10 thousand worlds and millions of samplings of countless species blood lines. His blood sang on her tongue as it told its tale.
 
She paused at the flavours across her tongue, going still as she processed the violence, the sheer high that the subjugation of thousands of worlds gave both him and her, the flavours of all those different bloods and then... at the end, the sharp tang of her own, its flavours amplified by his views upon them, the delight he'd taken in her taste mixed with the way his dominance tinged it.
 
She bit her lip to conceal her moan as he scored her skin with his nails, as his hand moved down her back towards her peach of a rear. Sure, it was smaller than that of Void and her thick Suitbound Frame, but Miria's was formed perfectly, exactly how any male would want their females to appear.
 

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