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.
 

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