The nonbinary feminist glances over their shoulder at the man before muttering, "You're welcome, I guess." They shake their head, still unable to believe how someone could be so stubbornly opposed to basic concepts of respect and equality. With a sigh, they begin to walk away from him, feeling increasingly discouraged by the entire exchange.

"...Thank you," they grumble before storming off, shaking their head in disbelief.

Morgana relaxes back onto the bed, the tension leaving her shoulders as she listens to Prince's reassuring words. "Thank you," she murmurs quietly, rolling over to face him again. She says,"Please look at me."*he turns to face her, calm and a little sad. Her hand finds its way to the space between them, and there's no hesitation - she takes hold of his warm palm in both clawed hands, squeezing gently.

Morgana smiles weakly back at him, the relief flooding through her nearly bringing tears to her mismatched eyes. "You're welcome," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the fading sound of crickets outside. The silence stretches between them as they lie together in the darkness, their hands clasped tightly, drawing strength from one another.

She wonders if he can see past her grotesque form, to the fragile, hurting soul within...

A cruel smile crosses Emily's lips as she listens to your story. "The Dubois family... yes, I know them well. They're trouble." She cocks her head to one side, studying you with renewed interest.

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As he removes his clothes, revealing his naked form to her, Medusa's eyes widen in surprise. He is not as physically appealing as she had imagined a man who would want her might be. His pudgy body and average member do little to excite her. But the fact that he is willing to risk his life for just a moment of intimacy... It's enough to make her heart race with anticipation.

Tentatively, she touches him, feeling his warm skin beneath her scaly fingers.

Her touch seems to ignite something within him; his member grows hard and eager beneath her fingers. He groans, arching his back in pleasure as he feels her desire coursing through their flesh. The serpents around her neck writhe and slither, mirroring the passion that burns inside of her.

With a growl of need, he pushes her down onto the grass, taking her roughly despite the pain it causes him to move so swiftly. His member presses against her wet folds, seeking entry into her body.

"Mmmmmm..." Lequi purred contentedly, her tail twitching softly as she reveled in the pleasure of being penetrated by an alien dick. "It's...so...good." She whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "I like this spot." She slowly started grinding herself against him, moving her hips in rhythmic motion to match his thrusts, as if trying to maximize the sensation of his cock inside her. The heat emanating from his body was palpable, and it felt amazing to have it wrapped around her most sensitive areas.

"Mmm, faster," Lequi gasped, arching her back further to accommodate his thrusts.

Ajeena considers your words carefully before responding. "There are other tribes in the region," she says slowly, "but they may not welcome you as warmly as we have." She hesitates, then asks, "Is there nothing here that you wish to stay for?"

Ajeena listens to your words carefully, her expression growing more thoughtful by the moment. "If you truly wish to remain with us," she says slowly, "I will do everything in my power to convince my people that you are one of us." She pauses, meeting your gaze directly. "But this must be a partnership, Prince. You cannot simply expect to take from our tribe without giving something in return."