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Lustfull_Sin

Lustfull_Sin

Supernova
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Sep 26, 2009
Ania looked at her Father, a serious look to her face as her Father spoke to her in regard to the message she was to deliver.

“My child. You are to take this parchment, containing my words in blood asking a favor from Lucifer. Go now and let my light protect you from that in which is filled with sin. Do not let yourself be lost in the darkness that consumes the depths of Hell, for you shall forever be lost and I will not be able to rescue you.”He said,placing a large hand on her head and clensed her.

Ania bowed her head and agreed. She was a fighter angel…kinda. She was still learning.She was mostly a philosopher and researcher for her Father and fellow angels. She loved to study the humans on Earth. How they grow, how they act and how they treat one another. She even researchers on how any act of sin intends to guide them to their doings.

“Do not fret father mine, for you light shall be my shield. I will deliver this message and return, for I will not waste time in the depth, which judge the souls mercilessly.”She bowed again and turned, leaving God’s golden chamber and flew to the Golden Gates of Limbo where she would take her first and hopefully her last step into the black abyss.Why she was choosen for this was beyond her, but she did not question. Ania watched as she gates opened and she flew by, passing white clouds and watched as they turned from pearl white to shadowy gray, then black as raven. The sky was red as blood and so was the River of Styx. The smell was that of rotting flesh and the creatures that flew by were horrible to the eye. She kept her mind set though and flew straight towards Lucifer’s keep which was located in the last circle of Hell.

Would he be expecting her? Of course, this was his realm, his domain. He knew everything and everyone that came here whether they be angel, human, demon or lost soul. She was only going to deliver her Father’s message, then leave, not wanting to wait for a reply, which would be a bad idea for her.
 
Lucifer had been in his throne room all day bored to near tears, even with the lackluster entertainment that his minion demons had prepared for him. Watching others torture souls no longer seemed to amuse him as much as it once did. He missed the days when he was able to personally torture the souls of the damned.

One of his sentries, one of millions posted about all the circles of hell, came running into his chamber. "Lord Lucifer, my Lord."
"What is it? Why do you disturb me!" He said with a bark to his voice.
"I apologize my Lord," the little gremlin shaped demon bowed before him. "But an angel comes my Lord. A fool sent as a messenger of war?"
"Possibly, is she carrying anything?"
"A piece of parchment my Lord."
Lucifer could not help but crack a grin, maybe this day would not be as boring as he thought it would have been. "Everyone leave my chambers, I want none of you here when the angel arrives, lest I mete out my own punishment upon you. You are to come only if you are called, otherwise busy yourself within the other circles of our world. Tell all they are not to interfere with the angels progress. If she seeks me, she is to be allowed to advance." As surely as they were standing there, they seemed to vanish at the command of their Lord, both fear and respect compelled them not to linger.

"Let me see what it is that the old one deems important enough to send an angel to me. Be it war, or another favor."
 
Ania past Limbo, seeing souls wonder about, not knowing what their fate was. She made it to Judgement, where the souls were judge and thrown to their proper circle. She avoided the demon that made the choice and descended down to the unholy, black depths, passing the circle of Lust, seeing many incubus's and succubus's doing the act of such distasteful pleasures. While she avoided souls, some demons appeared, ready to catch her, but at the last second, they backed away, letting her pass.

"Odd...?"She said, wondering why they would leave her be. Normally demons would trail after an angel, capture them and do who knows what to them. As her mind was preoccupied about the demons, she made it past Greed and Anger and finally made it to the last circle, where it was cold, rather then warm. The sky could no longer be seen, instead only black. She shivered, but didn't have time to worry. "there is it..."She said, seeing the black, ice castle keep of Lucifer's domain.

She passed the gates with no worries and was pointed up towards the large castle tower. He was expecting her then, why else would the demon's tell her where to go. She ascended higher and higher, until she got to the top balcony and landed. The large double doors were open, welcoming her and so she entered. She stepped in, but jumped, hearing the doors close behind her. She saw no one at first, but the room was warm and she was grateful for that."Hello? Forgive my intrusion, but I wish to speak to the keeper of this Unholy Realm. Lucifer...are you receiving?"
 
The maw's of inset skulls along the walls lit with dull flames, casting enough light for the room and himself to be seen. A handsome young man with silver gray hair running past his shoulders came into view. Six blackened wings, the mark of his fall from the Seraphim, folded behind him. A tarnished gold chest piece adorned him red fabric fell from the shoulders as he approached the young angel girl.

"Yes, how else would you have made it here with your wings still to your back? I am told you carry a parchment." he held out a hand and motioned for her to step forward. "Don't be afraid you are safe for the moment. Though the degree of you continued safety depends singly on the contents of that parchment. What has he sent for? War, terms of peace, or favor? Whichever it is, the outcome of the terms intrigue me." He said putting on a gentle welcoming smile.
 
She jumped as the lights were lit, though what they were lit in, didn't please her at all. Ania looked away, though her eyes caught Lucifer and her beautiful body and looks. He was the pure definition and representation of utter beauty. No creature, be it human, demon, man or woman could resist him, but Ania could, she had to. When he mentioned about she having her wings still, she frowned, though said nothing.

She didn't even move closer, not wanting to be touched by him. "I don't not know the contents of what has been written onto this parchment, for it is not for thine eyes to see."She said slipping the parchment from her between her blush sash, looked at it, then at Lucifer. She straightened her shoulders, and approached, though a few feet from his reach. She raised the parchment, enough for him to reach him self, then she took her hand back once the piece of paper left her hands.

She was supposed to leave now, but with the doors closed, she couldn't. And she didn't want to lay her hands on such a revolting black door that had heads and arms carved into it as well as some body parts.Her blue eyes went back to Lucifer, her wings folded close to her body. "I ask permission to leave, for my task has been done and I am to leave once my Father's message has been delivered."
 
Lucifer took the parchment and reviewed the details of the favor. It concerned happenings on earth and a few fallen angels that decided heaven nor hell was suiting for them and were breeding Nephilim, the offspring of a human and a fallen one. God wished the deaths of his fallen children and the eradication of the abominations they create. "Your request is denied, I have yet to determine whether to accept or not." He turns his attention towards her and looks her up and down. A fine choice old man. You still remember what I like. he thought to himself.

"Very well, I accept the favor and the deaths of the fallen ones who have made the realm of humans their home, and the eradication of their children shall be carried out by myself and those below me." He outstretched a hand and made sure he had all exits to the room sealed, doors glowing with runes showing they are locked by his hands.

"I assume he told you the terms of the favors I carry out for him. If he did I'll remind you of what you agreed to, if not I'll tell you. Either way you have little choice in the matter. Simply put, you are now my bitch, I can do whatever I please to you and he turns a blind eye to you. I have been here so long little entertains me anymore than anything I do myself. So I worked out a little deal with the old man, when he needs something done that is to risky to have his angels do themselves, he asks a favor of me. In return, the angel he sends the message with, is left to me to do with as I please." He approached her slowly dropping the parchment as it burned in the air.[/i]
 
She frowned, hearing his answer to her question. "But..I-"she stopped herself, before continuined to say something that would surely get her in trouble.She didn't like this, did like it all. Ania kept to herself, not looking at him, instead turned her eyes, focusing on something else...which was also a bad idea. Everywhere she looked, she only saw wall after wall of burned and deformed bodies hugging each other. Some looked like they were melting.She shivered and looked back to Lucifer. She relized she steped away from him, though that was good, right?

He spoke and she jumped in surprise.When he spoke of the fallen, she drew up a brow."Fallen?''she said, then shook her head. There couldn't be fallen angels, it was unforgivable. But....her Father wouldn't. He wouldn't use Lucifer to rid them. But when she heard Lucifer speak more, she gasped. "You..can't.."she said, her hand placed to her neck. Angels who choose to fall do deserve to be punished, but not destroyed.Ania couldn't believe her ears, but then, she grew out of her thoughts."Terms....Father spoke nothing to me about anything or about what the parchment said."she said listening to his words.

As he spoke, little by little her eyes peeled wide. Her creamy peach skin going pale as a ghost.She stepped away from him, not believing him, though, the sad thing about an angel was, that they could speak with truth in their voice and they know when one speaks truthfully. Lucifer was not lying."No...no..h-he..couldn't"She said breathing harder and faster. She watched, seeing the parchment burned to nothing, not even ash. "S-stay....away from me."She screamed and rushed to the door, her hands slamming against the bodied door. Moans were heard, though she ignored it. "Let me out..s-someone..let me out..."she cried out, hoping someone would help. She hoped as well, then an angel would hear her cries, even maybe the arch angels." It..it cant be, it cant"She turned, gasping, her back pressing hard against the door. There was no where to run, no where to go."F-Father..wouldn't...h-he..wouldn't.."she couldn't speak. Little by little, she was losing the ability to voice out her thoughts.
 
"Yell out for help all you want. Your father will send no one to help lest his creation be overwhelmed with abominations. He prefers keeping his existence vague to humanity and cannot risk sending angels to do more than watch and protect, I and my followers however can walk far easier amongst humanity than you, we know them, we understand them." He walked towards the door, outstretched an arm and the hands from the door outstretched as well and turned Ania around and held her arms and legs against the door.

"However you are the first he's sent without telling them what would happen. I'm not completely cruel, I'll give you a chance to leave here if you'll listen to what I propose." His words would also ring true to her ears, he was not deceiving the young angel with hopes of an escape. However, Lucifer enjoyed things like this, giving a true sense of hope, only to tear down the hope he himself helped build.
 
She gaped, feeling arms wrap around her skin, holdin gher against the door. She struggled, trying to get free, but couldn't move. "R-Release me.."she screamed, her vision getting blurry. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't show weakness to him. How could her Father, a man of holy words, do such a thing to her. And he's done it before. Now she knew why some of her sisters or brothers never returned from Hell. They were meant to stay there forever. But why didn't he tell her this. Was he afraid, was he ashamed of what he had done. Ania was disgusted, unable to believe, that the man that loved her, cared for her, taught her everything that was meant to be holy, would go and bargain with the devil in such a way.

"He's...sent..others...how could he?"she said, looking down to the ground, a tear falling to the floor and glistened in the light. She sniffled, not wanting to look at Lucifer..and her once dear brother. When he spoke about giving her a chance, she snapped her head up and looked at him. She felt no lie come from him, so she listened."W-What do you want from me?"she asked the words, dreading what the answer would be.
 
"He does it for the reason I and the others left. He reveres his humans more than his first true creation, his angels." he said scoffing every time he referred to He or His.

"What I want? I haven't had a good fight in several centuries. Fight me, corner me and make it so I can not retaliate, and you may go free. Fail, and you and everything about you is all mine." He let his hand fall to his side and the arms released her.

"Take up arms against me, and find me in checkmate and I'll release you and I will still accept the terms of the favor. I will fight fairly, I will use none of my control of my realm against you." He walked up to her and extended a hand to help her up. "Do you accept these terms or do you resign yourself to the original terms?"
 
The one thing she wasn't goo at and that was fighting. Did he know she couldn't fight well. She knew about the geology, philosophy, anthropology and other such things, but fighting was something she didn't know well. Hell, she couldn't even win against archangel Michael or Gabriel in a simple little parring match. She felt her hands and legs released and she slumped down to the ground. What was she supposed to do now? It was either fight, or be his little...bitc-..toy.

Ania sighed and looked up at him. She took his hand and raised herself up. "I'll fight you."She said, not so confident about herself. She stepped away from him, wondering what kind of weapon to conjur. Wait, can she even conjur. She concentrated and felt a bit of her magical ability flow through out her body. Alright, so she can conjur a weapon. "Alright....are you ready?"She said facing him. She extended her hand out and summoned a fire sword. The blade was sharp, able to cut through bone, and the fire was hot to the touch. Even if one was able to dodge the blade, they couldn't dodge the blazing hot flames.
 
Lucifer released the clasps of the tarnished gold chest piece and let it fall to the ground at his feet. "It's only fair that I fight like this since you have no protection, that I fight under similar circumstances." As a gaze fell on him, one would find a well toned body, chest bare underneath. He himself conjured a blade of equal strength to her own, a dull red flame, shape fully defined. However the legends angels spread about him was that he could control the blackest flames of hell itself, of course none able to back up the rumors with any form of proof. When one looked they might mistake it for a true blade that glowed red hot steel. He decided he'd have a little fun for the moment, he'd pull his strength back, and the speed of his swings. Let her get a few hits in, let her get confident, and end it.

He rushed forward closing the space between the both of them raising his sword high aiming to cleave it into her left shoulder. He'd pull the speed, give her time to pull back and dodge, and retaliate.
 
She watched, her eyes lingering as his armor fell to the ground, the clanging of metal to floor echoing through the room. She blushed, seeing how gorgeous he was. He truly was a thing of beauty, though they say those who are beautiful, usualy are filled with sin, in this case and example, Lucifer. She readied her sword, preparing for either countering or dodging his attacks. She repeated every mental note she took from when she sparred with Gabriel and Michael. Eyes focused, shoulders straighter, keep an eye on your target and never show weakness or hesitation. She took in a breathe through her nose and exhaled, though it came out as a gasp when she saw how fast Lucifer moved.

She looked up, seeing the gleam of his blade as it was raised, then brought down. She shrieked, though blocked off his attack, seeing the blade only a mere inches from her skin. She pushed his blade back, then swung her, aiming to slash at his stomach. She looked for any openings that he revealed. His attack didn't feel quite as strong as she thought, so Ania migth have a fighting chance.
 
He had pulled his stomach in, sliding back a little bit just barely dodging her initial swing. He could have been half way across the room with a proper dodge, but that would be no fun.
She swung again, another "near" miss. Another swing and a block, he had let her go on the offensive. A third swing caught him cutting across his collarbone on his right side, the heat from her sword instantly sealed the wound, but she had landed it.

He knew the training angels went though, he used to train them before his betrayal. He reeled back and put a hand over the wound she had inflicted and gave a look of shock and slight pain. Words were easy to read, but a feigned expression was difficult to determine as genuine or fake.
 
She swung her blade, across, either missing his body or nearly hitting it. She grimaced, her arms aching from wielding the heavy blade, but she didn't stop. She swung her blade, going upward and caught him on the collarbone. She smiled, jumping back, seeing his pained expression. She was good and she thanked Gabriel and Michael for it. "Give it up, you have no chance."she said and spread her wings, rushing him, her blade drawn back. She raised it, doing the same thing he had down when he first attacked her.

She swung her blade down, hoping to get him, but no, he moved quicker then usual. She cursed, praying she would be forgiven for using such words. Ania repositioned herself, holding her blade up, the flames blazing, dancing almost, wanting to burn Lucifer's skin. She could get him on the side...made a kick, then swing her blade back and pop his head right off. She thought about it and smiled inwardly at how perfect it seemed. Ania drew back once again, then rushed him, only this time, she zig zaged, then spun, raising her leg and caught him on the side. She continued her twirl, her blade hovering and cutting against the air and aimed for his neck.
 
He watched her movements after her attempt to copy his first move. The style of movement, this was Gabriel's mentoring here. He knew this move, the Guardian himself had Lucifer at the end of it when they sparred before his fall. However this girl was no where near Gabriel's skill teir, it was a rough copy it seemed. Though her attempt was better than any of the other angels who didn't specialize in fighting.

He would continue to downplay his abilities, but he was going to step it up just slightly. He allowed the kick to go through, but as she swung her blade around, Lucifer encased his free hand in a glove of crimson flame and stopped the swing half a foot from his neck. He had made the glove very crude and her blade had sunk into it cutting slightly into his palm.

Pushed her blade away and moved his blade in such a way that he would be able to thrust a punch to her sternum to send her back a bit, and he'd put enough force in to knock a little of the wind out of her. His wounds so far were on his right collar, and his left palm. He'd let a few more slide, maybe a few just barely away from being fatal to make her think she has the upper hand. Hell was the only place he toyed with angels, here he had dominion, and here is where he was nearly unbeatable, though if Gabriel or Michael came here he would be in for a near death, or death experience.

After pushing her back, he focused on his strength, turning his blade from a bright red, to a deep crimson. "Care to try again? And please, do try to be a little original. Gabriel taught you that correct, or was is Suriel?"
 
Ania went wide eyed, stunned when her attack was halted. She was pushed back, but she didn't expect the be punched and rather hard at that. She gaped, stumbling back, her hand clutching her chest. She gasped, chocking as she forced some air into her lungs. She could feel her lungs wanting to shrivel up and protect themselves against another attack like that. She wasn't going to let him touch her again. She clutched her blade again, taking another breathe. She stepped closer, listening to him speak.

She only narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting to answer, but she was taught not to ignore those who speak to her, and so she answered."Suriel taught me..."She said. And how original can she be. She sparred, but neighter Gabriel or Michael had enough time or what she noticed, the effort to show her any special attacks.She did recall something Suriel doing with a fire blade. She tried to recal the exact movements her used."I hope this works."She thought. She concentrated on her blade, increasing the heat to it. The flames blazed, flashing violently almost. "T-This..ends here and now Lucifer."She said and took five quick steps while she raised her blade. The fires surrounding it blazed viciously and she swung her blade down, sending a heavy fire wave towards Lucifer. The fire wasn't as hot to kill, but hopefully it was hot enough to burn him to the point ot immobility.
 
He lined his face with a look of surprise as she increased the raw energy of her sword, taking it from lethality to damage over time. He put on a cocky smile and rushed forward. "If it truly ends here then this was brief!"

He stopped right as she sent off a column wave of fire for him. He placed his blade length wise out in front of him, however when the column of flame collided with his blade it seemed to wrap itself around his weapon and himself, engulfing his body in fire. If one were an onlooker what happened next would seem to go in slow motion as the Lord of Hell himself fell to his knees aflame, and lay sprawled out on the ground of his own estate. Fire dying around him leaving his body smoldering.
 
Ania panted, her hands trembling.Her sword disppeared and all she could do was run towards the door, her hands slamming against the door.She pulled at the arm like handles, unable to pry the wood open."W-Why.wont it open. He is dead..you hear me...dead."She screamed at the door, the ghoul like head only snorting.

Ania turned to look at Lucifer, wondering how dead, or even if he was. She released the handles and slowly motioned back to the burnt body of her fallen brother. She circled him, seeing steam rise from his body, the smell of burnt skin permiating the air."L-Lucifer...."She called out, her heart beating rapidly. The doors would have unlocked and so would everything else...right?But nothing opened and she knew....he wasn't dead. She was freaking out, unable to summon her flaming sword."Oh dear father what-"she held her tongue, telling herself that the man know as her father betrayed her and wouldn't come down to save her or offer words of wisdom.
 
"Hehehe, that's right..." he said pushing his fire scarred body off the ground. His entire body burned, skin cracking and bleeding. "You finally get it don't you?" He raised his hands up and a violet-black flame rose around him and engulfed his body, seeming to sink itself into his already burnt skin until his body glowed an eerie violet. He began to slowly step forward. "Here there is no hope for you. If that is your best, then look upon me..." the fire seemed to die down and ash covered his body. He threw his hands out and spread his wings and the ash threw itself from his body, what clothing he had had been torched off of him from her fire, he was once again in his gorgeous appearance. "Look upon me and know trepidation, fear, and dismay."

The room changed, seemed to move. The walls no longer had body parts moving about them, the room was lit no longer by fire in skulls but instead seemed to be lit by itself, no real source of light, yet light existed because Lucifer demanded it exist. The walls became flat and stone like, yet not like stone, no longer flesh, and not of a comparable material. The wall where the door was became flat and solid, no longer a door to speak of or a face to scoff and laugh at the angel.

As sure as he was standing there no longer burned and once again "perfect" bare of clothing. He was gone and in front of her. He forced a hand against her throat and pinned her to the wall. "You have tried and failed. The original agreement stands, you are now mine!" He reached forward with his other hand and tore from her the top part of her robes. "Once all is said and done, it shall be me that you call Lord and Master!"
 
She jumped back, stumbling on her own feet and fell to the ground, falling on her ass. Her eyes peeled wide as she crawled backward, she started to tremble in fear. There was no winning this match. Hell, there was no winning against Lucifer himself. She turned and rose to her feet, shielding her eyes as a bright violet light engulfed his body, then dispursed.She looked, blushing as his wings dusted and blew off the black ash from his body. He was once again perfect in every way. His skin flawless, his hair neat.No damage came to him, none whatsoever. She shook her head, stepping back, but then shrieked and jumped as the walls began to shift and move, the arm and leg like walls flattening into a smooth surface. The door disppeared, no longer was there a way for her to exit.

The lights still gleamed, though there was nothing from withc light was spewing from. This was his world,his domain...and he had control of it...and now her.Ania glanced back to him, but gasped and winced, her back hitting the wall hard, air unable to properly flow into her lungs. She scratched at his hands, shaking her head, hyperventalating a bit.She felt her robe being torn, her breasts free, bouncing a bit as warm air brushed over her nipples, perking them a bit."P-please....d-dont."She cried, tears streaming down her one creamy peach skin which was now pale."Have..mercy."Would he give it to her though?
 
"Worry not, you shall be shown mercy, just as I have done with the others. However, mercy does not come until I have you broken."
The wall wrapped around her wrists and clamped down on them forming shackles, and Lucifer let her throat go. He pulled at her wrists and the shackles broke from the wall pulling a chain along with them giving her a slight lead to get up and move around only a very short distance, no more than three feet from the wall.

He turned and looked at her as her robe held onto her around her waist. She was beautiful to his eyes, wonderful perky breasts. Her hips held the waist of the robe around them well, physically wonderful. The old man had chosen well in a physical sense. "Physically I might prefer you over a few of the others on some days. However I hope this 'introduction' shall be entertaining for me. I don't want you to break too easily, and I don't want your mind shattering at the simplest of things, you'll be no fun if you can't speak." He ran his hands down her face, neck, and let them trail to her breasts as he began to fondle and grasp them. He was going to get an idea of where her sensitive areas were about her body. He groped, pressed, lightly twisted her breasts, and pulled, pinched, and squeezed her nipples observing each of her reactions.
 
She gasped as her wrists were bound by shackles that just appeared out of no where. She was his slave now, nothing more then a mere pleasure toy for his uses. Would he use her every day, minute, second, or will he grow tired and throw her to someone else to use. She wouldn't want to be used by others, let alone him, but did she had say, or course not. The shackles were released from the wall as she was moved, a chain being heard as it was pulled from out of the wall, then she was tugged to a stop. She wanted to raise her robe and cover her virgin body from sinful eyes. Her hands twitched at the thought, but she couldn't move to do so.


When he spoke and mentioned introduction, Ania wondered what, but then she quickly her answer. She sucked in a harsh breathe, her nipples already perked from before, were not hard little pinks beads being twisted and pull. She bit her lower lip, keeping herself from crying out in a pain pleasured moan. Her legs trembled and at times, which she cursed, arched her back, her breasts pressing even more into his hands.Her body was reacting strangly, as if his touch was something her body so truly loved and wanted. She hitched, letting out soft gasps, but she closed her mouth, her eyes as well. She shifted around, her upper body swaying."S-Stop...no more..please...no more..."she said, but then another soft little moan left her lips.

She felt something...wetness. Dear-, no..not him.Dear whoever that wasn't him, she was getting wet do to his touches. She rubbed her thighs, wanting the feelng to go away, but little by little she felt her purewhite panties getting stained with her juices, her legs quivering even more."Stop, stop..s-something...something's..happening. Lucifer I beg you."she was growing hot, her body getting feverish, her skin flushed. She panted, unable to make proper words now.
 
He decided to make it seem as if he were going along with her pleads. He said nothing to her, but turned her around and pressed her against the wall. He ran his hands down and around her back, pressing his fingertips and sometimes his nails along her back. He wanted to know every weakspot she had along her body, everything he could touch and manipulate, to torment and pleasure her. He knew for an angel what he was doing and would do to her was torture, but he would break her, make her see that its not horrible but enjoyable, and what he does he does to pleasure both himself and his partner or partners. After running his hands along her back and sides he began massaging her neck, shoulders and back to see if it gave any reaction or a better reaction to the rubbing and scratching he gave.
 
Her hands slammed onto the wall when she was turned. She ws grateful he stopped, but that wasn't the end of it, she knew it.She felt his fingers as well as nails rake over her skin, her back tingling, her senses going into a frenzy.She hitched a breathe and curse her body, it arched to his touch.She licked her lips, her eyes dropping closed.His touch...though unpleasant almost felt rather good on her skin and she was liking it. Before long his hand brushed over her shoulders her neck and her back.She didn't like it as much as when he simply ran his nails, but she did tremble and gasp, though she shut her mouth quickly.

She could still feel herself getting wet and even wetter to this simple innocent touch.She gasped again, though it succesfully left her lips a bit loudly.This was too intamite, she would rather take the light scratching, but she wouldn't say that,not to him."E-enough..no more..."
 
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