It could make life tough among the Isiri. She also saw a human woman, laid out on her back, most of her armour cut Shaved Pussy away to reveal a nasty wound on her right arm. Even with her limited knowledge of the craft Lysera could see enough of the woman's blood to deduct a major, perhaps even life-threatening injury had been sustained. The human woman was conscious but pale and clearly exhausted, her fair hair dirty and lank with sweat. “White One,” Lysera spoke, inclining her head respectfully only to be met with a raised finger, a chastisement to be quiet as she worked. Lysera breathed in slow through her nose and out through her mouth, staring at the back of the White One's head, eyes focused on one of the women's long white braids, betraying her age. It annoyed her to essentially be told to shut up by one as weak as the White One, but everyone knew that the service the White Ones performed on both their own wounded and those of the foe were essential to the Isiri on a whole, so she waited patiently and practised her breathing while the wound was stitched and cleansed. At length and with no rush the White One rose and turned, one of her lower fangs broken and missing, her arms and face showing no shortage of the scars she had likely received during her youthful times in the Warrior-Caste. The White One paused for a moment, eying Tryi’s abdomen with some suspicion, though she remained silent, instead bowing her head respectfully towards Lysera as her once white robe, now stained with the human's blood and the red sands of this planet, flapped loosely in the breeze against her slender and unmuscled form. “Thank virgin you for waiting, Lysera,” She spoke, her voice calm and soft, though she traded a glance with Tryi, reading more about Lysera’s mood from the Second’s expression than she would off of her directly, “...I assume you came to speak to the wounded?” “Fucking… first time Isiri scum…” Lysera raised an eyebrow and looked down curiously towards the human who had spoken, her voice thready and weak, but her eyes bright, full of hatred and swimming in a lust to inflict violence on those who had wiped out her squad. After a moment's hesitation Lysera squatted down beside the human, letting an unpleasant smirk settle on her expression as she reached out, running a hand across the girls face, feeling her skin, soft, but cool and clammy with sweat, the human didn’t flinch or look away, merely glaring and gritting her teeth. “What do you think of her Tryi?” Lysera asked, maintaining her eye contact with the human, keeping her blowjob voice soft. Tryi stepped up and looked down, pursing her full lips as she drank in the sight, “She is in a sorry state, but she is strong, good muscles for one of their warriors. Wide hips. And a fire to her. She will be fun once she recovers, I think. A fighter maybe.” Lysera grinned and lowered her hand from the teen woman, still holding her gaze, “I agree. She will be a fun toy. Tryi, I gift her to you. Until our return to Toutati, she will be yours and yours alone.” Tryi let out a low hungry growl and Lysera felt amused as the human, pasty white from blood loss, managed to somehow blanch further at the news. Lysera could’ve left it there, but the human was still looking into her eyes, trying to appear brave and confident by refusing to look away first. A mistake. Kora Falk “Just stay like that;” the manageress said blowjob to Shaved Pussy the man; “she’ll calm down in a minute or so.” I need a special teen scene with Rose.” I heard Tony’s voice. Are you some sort of submissive Tanya?” “Oh, this is so wonderful. The scene started with Carole and a man in bed just waking up. Mirrored "aviator" Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age. Nibbled on her. The best test of the control over the subject, is to have them do something completely against their nature. She was wearing a light pink shirt and jammies. Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the virgin smaller man. "Sure. I take a seat at a table in the back and open the menu. Well I’m not mom.” “It's Mercedes, Mommy,” I purred. His hands ran all over her young body, getting the feel of her skin, her flesh, her first time fat, her contours and curves.