Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180119050454

(Scorn/S9) Tirush eases her grip on Regina and Thomas, gently setting them down. "Some put their trust in gold, some in silver. Let them have beds of rubies, and great chests of bright brass.  A husband's smile is warmer than the sun, a wife's lips sweeter than the summer dew, and neither is worth all the dead rocks and cold metals of the mountain, if they were laid bare from here to the sunset of forever."

She pulls up a nearby couch and, rather than sitting on it, climbs on its cushions. Her tail draws in and coils around her base as she perches near her spouses. Antoinette shyly trots up, but she doesn't join in the group.

"Yes, it is a privilege, even though those words aren't adequate." Thomas sooths his ruffled hair with one hand while he reaches out and takes Tirush's hand, his own quickly disappearing in her huge, gentle grip.

"I never thought that scales would be so soft. They can turn blades, but they're like snuggling against a bodysuit," Regina says, wrapping her arms around Tirush's own and smiling.

Tirush's ears flatten as she blushes deeply at the displays of affection.

"I want to mate," she mumbles between purrs, but only Maria's and Imperia's Vampiric hearing catch it.

"Speaking of, why aren't you married, Imperia? A beautiful, well-educated woman like yourself?  Men should be tripping over each other to get to you," Regina says.