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The carriage pulled by two white horses pulled into the castle courtyard, circled once and stopped, waiting for the herald to announce the arrival of its occupant. Said occupant, Princess Francis Octavia, waited with as much irritation as nervousness for the man to pull himself together and step outside to announce her. Her father had bartered her off, as politics would force him to do with each of his daughters, to be wed to a foreign leader. Francis sincerely doubted any of her siblings were to be mated to a monster however.

She didn’t have a mind for politics, but even she understood her father was trying to get rid of her before her tomboyish ways cost him dearly in court. A few rumors about wall climbing and playing in the forest and the court was all ascandal. Not that there wasn’t plenty of truth to the rumors, but wearing a dress all day was enough to try anyone and she had no idea how the ladies did it. Any of them would have fainted by now at the prospect of being sacrificed like this in order to ensure a peace between their nation and that of Nyria’s.

Not much was known about her husband to be other than Nyria was some sort of white serpent monster. Francis didn’t hold much hope she’d make it through the evening before becoming breakfast, but dammit, she was not going to be a coward. Tossing a reproachful look at her herald, huddled on the floor, she stepped out unannounced into the castle that was supposed to be her new home.
 
She was met by a lilac skinned serpent woman, with pitch black scales along her lower body.
"Come, the princess is awaiting you in her chambers." She spoke curtly, freed breasts bobbing slightly when she bowed.
She led the princess through the winding halls, up and down odd stairwells, which seemed to consist of both stairs and steep ramps along the side, with the woman slithered up with ease. She halted outside a pair of ornate doors, swinging one out and open for her.

Within was a huge, lush bedroom, tapestries hanging down from the wall, golden trimmed carpets lining out a path in stone floors.
At the back of the room was a huge bed, a half-moon with the flat edge against the wall. On it sat Nyria, the serpent princess, though only in title, as her duties were those of a queen. She'd simply felt "Queen" sounded to old for her beauty.
She smiled, beconing the human girl closer. "You are, princess Francis Octavia, yes?"
 
Francis stopped as if she'd run into a brick wall at her greeting committee. She hated ceremony, and the lack if fan fair was certainly to her liking, but never had she expected her welcome to be so casual that her husband to be's servants would be nude. Of course she was some sort of snake monster, that made sense even if it would take some getting used to. Not nearly so much getting used to as the casual nudity however. Nyria could suck on a lemon if he expected her to walk around in the nude for him.

The castle was spacious and fascinating with its architecture, allowing for those with all sorts of anatomy to traverse the various floors with ease. It was not, apparently designed for ladies in big wedding gowns. A part of Francis recognized the beauty of the dress but mostly she just hated how it tangled around her legs every flight of stairs she took. The stupid thing didn't let her move at all.

She struggled not to stare at the snake woman's breasts as she announced her at the door and let her in. Reclining on the bed was another serpentine woman, more beautiful than her servant by far. Her tail and hair were purest white and she wore a short gown that accentuated her curves but stopped busy below the waist, leaving her long mighty tail uncovered as it draped over the bed. Where could she get a dress like that so she could look feminine and still move?

Wait a minute...this was Nyria? But she was a woman! Not much was known about Nyria the White Snake but Francis would've thought they'd at least know she was female before trying to send her off to marry her. This was a disaster, and somehow she'd be the one blamed for this disaster, assuming Nyria didn't eat her first.

"Your highness," she said coming closer as the pale serpent beckoned and sinking into a low curtsy. "My most sincere apologies for the mistake, I can only assume there was some miscommunication between my father and his scribes during your correspondence."
 
She raised a brow. "I would quite agree, I most certainly requested you be dressed in slightly more practical attire."
She smiled, slithering down from the bed and moving over to Francis. "Besides that however, I see nothing wrong, you're quite like what the described, though I've yet to see if your attitude stands in line with the rumors." She ran a hand slowly along the human's cheek and under her chin. "I see nothing wrong otherwise. No, they've not mis-represented your beauty, nor that certain fire in your eyes. Come, join me." She slithered back up and onto the bed, patting the satiny sheet beside her.
 
Her dress was supposed to be more practical? Not that she didn't agree it should be but shouldn't her highness be more concerned that her father had sent the ruler of the monster nation a mate of the same gender. Not that Francis didn't have a certain appreciation for the female form, but she'd always been careful to keep that well hidden, and Nyria couldn't be expected to accept her as....

"I don't have an attitude!" She snapped before realizing her error. Her hands shot to her mouth and she started to apologize, but the words died on her tongue as Nyria's hand caressed her face and her words sank in. Heat blossomed through her cheeks, starting from the point of physical contact with the lady serpent.

It almost sounded as if Nyria has asked for her specifically. But why would she? It made no sense. She nervously swallowed and moved to obey her...what? She'd thought Nuria to be her husband, but now that she thought on it, that word had never been used. The phrasing had been "mate." Could one woman be another's mate in the realm o monsters? She'd heard rumors of certain activities between members of the fairer sex, but nothing substantial.

She shifted her heavy skirts and positioned herself beside Nyria on the bed. The way her tail moved made the serpent lady seem to glide over everything. "So...you still want me? I'm so confused."
 
She slowly slithered around her, stopping behind her, slowly rubbing her hands over Francis' shoulders. "Yes, I do still want you." She said in her smooth voice. "You're a lovely girl, a perfect wife I think." She ran her hand's down the girl's arms, gently kissing her neck.
"I know this is all odd to a human, but trust me, I'm certain you'll soon come to enjoy our union." Her hands trailed down, slipping under the human's dress and slowly running up her sides. "I'm what some would call intersex, you see, female in all other respects, but with both male and female reproductive organs."
 
Was it Nyria's touch or her voice that sent a shiver down her spin, Francis wondered as the serpentine body stilled, leaving the most powerful woman in this kingdom, possibly several kingdoms, at her back. Either way, both felt good and neither helped her sort out her befuddlement, though they did make it difficult to think clearly.

HER a perfect wife? Nyria must have her and her sister confused. The press of velveteen lips on her neck drove the protest from her tongue and the shiver conjured by the hands on her arms didn't confine itself to her spine this time.

Nyria was telling her something important, but abruptly those hands found the bare skin of her sides and Francis' first erroneous thought was to wonder how Nyria had managed to navigate the many obnoxious layers of her dress, followed by gratitude that she'd somehow accomplished the feat. Shock interrupted the pleasant feelings sailing up into her torso from the points where flesh met flesh. Everything was happening so fast. They'd been married by proxy before Francis had departed for this land, with her uncle stepping in to act as proxy at the ceremony, but she'd expected more of an event than this. Nobility always insisted on making, balls and dances and parties of everything, so why hadn't Nyria?

Not that Francis minded in the least, this was a much better alternative than wing forced to wear awkward dancing slippers and tripping over skirts too long for her by half. But it was all so abrupt. And what was that her husband...mate?...had said about intersex? That might not have completely registered, but "male and female reproductive organs" did.

"Oh," Francis said, though whether I response to Nyria's explanation or her touch, even Francis couldn't tell. Just like she couldn't tell of any of this was normal. Maybe plenty of monsters went to their marriage bed as soon as they'd completed the ceremony or their spouse arrived. Maybe being intersex like Nyria was common among the monster kingdom. But neither were common to Francis and she couldn't keep the tremor of nervousness from making her hands shake.

But if they were to consummate their union--though Francis had no idea how exactly that was going to work--she'd not let her husband do all the work. She started to turn so that she could reach Nyria's body, and then realized that the coils were spread out all over the bed.

She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat. It wouldn't be fair only to pay attention to the part of her lover that appeared human. After all, Nyria was anything but, and pretending otherwise wouldn't help anyone. Tentatively, the shaking hand extended to caress one of the pale coils draping over the edge of the bed
 
She chuckled, her slightly cool tongue flickering against Francis' throat. "I think you're really going to have a good time here, much better than the stuffy places you're used to living, and the dull soirees held there."

When Francis shifted, she pulled back from the girl's neck, hands not leaving her body as she turned, merely sliding along her belly and back, ending up on the opposite sides with the human facing her.

"I'm very glad to see you're taking to the idea of being my mate, an unwilling female would be so hard to deal with." She smiled, moving to kiss her neck again, then moving up to the edge her collarbone, giving it a gentle nip. "That's why I chose you, you know, a pompous and demure girl would never accept me as a mate willingly."

A sort of shiver seemed to travel through Nyria's body, and she smiled. "I'm very glad to see you're not overly put off by my scaled form." Her scales were surprisingly smooth, not rough like a normal snake's, and seemed to be shaped so that they were silky smooth when stroked in either direction. Down the middle of her lower body was what seemed at first to be softer flesh, in a thick band right down the middle of her with scales all around the rest. To the touch the skin was quite firm, more like muscle, with hard bone beneath. One could surmise that this would help her move over harsh terrain, though Francis' mind certainly wouldn't be in that place.

"Now, while I do greatly enjoy foreplay, let us expediate this ever so slightly." Her tail slithered up between Francis' smooth legs, caressing her inner thighs. Nyria began slowly shedding her luxurious clothing, revealing it to me almost entirely one intricate garment.
 
Francis giggled as Nyria’s tongue tickled her skin even as it sent goose bumps racing along her flesh. Her mate or husband or whatever Nyria was to be called was delightfully upfront and informative, even complimentary. And her hands were magical against her beneath the confines of her obnoxious gown. Her own hands continued to explore that silken tale, so strange to the touch but not at all unpleasant as she’d feared. Did her hands bring the same pleasure to Nyrya, making her heart race the way it did hers?

Her nipples pearled as Nyria rubbed her body along hers until their fronts were pressed together. Her own hands had to adjust to the white serpent’s shifting body and found her grip on the thick coils where a human woman’s thighs would be. There was muscle under that silk and it suddenly struck Francis just how vulnerable she really was. Not just politically, but physically. If Nyria sneezed and squeezed her coils all at once, Francis’ spine would snap like a twig beneath a boot.

Nyria’s voice was a sweet music to her ears, her touch a concerto sending magical vibrations throughout Francis’ body. So powerful and wonderful to hear, that she almost missed the meaning of the words for the pleasure of their sound and that light huskiness that had crept into the blend. What was foreplay? All of her instructors had informed her that her husband would teach her in all things sexual when she was married. Of course, she’d spent enough time riding horses to understand the basic mechanics, but Nyria seemed to imply that there was more to the act than simple mounting. Would she be ashamed that Francis had no idea what she was doing? Irritated by her lack of knowledge? Nyria had been absolutely fine, if forward and eager, up until now, would that change when she learned just how little experience she had?

Thought ceased when the end of Nyria’s velveteen tail slithered twixt her legs, pressing aside the irritating layers of petticoats to caress the flesh of her inner thigh. Francis gasped and jerked at the initial contact. No one had touched her there since she was a child, and even then she’d been pretending to be a boy so that she could wrestle. This was very very different, and she found herself spreading her legs to allow her mate better access.

It was only by some miracle that she didn’t close her own eyes and lean back to savor the contact, otherwise she’d have missed the spectacular sight of Nyria disrobing. Her breasts were pale and perfect, supporting themselves as if still held aloft by the gown even as the cloth toppled from the bed to the floor. Her rosy nipples stood at perky attention, and her flat tummy was both taught and soft. Francis refused to let herself look lower, toward the juncture of snake and woman flesh as her face burned with a thousand different conflicting emotions.

Suddenly she found her limbs racing to tear key pieces of her stupid dress, which would normally have been undone before entering the bed, either with the help of her partner or a handmaiden. In a flurry of cloth, the gown was ruined so that all it would take was a gentle tug on the part of her new husband to send it to the floor. Face still burning, she stopped and reached out to tentatively cup one of those delicious looking breasts. “I-I don’t know much about this part of marriage,” she admitted, locking her gaze with Nyria’s crimson eyes. “B-but I’ll do my best to please you, husband.” Her other hand trailed upwards from Nyria’s tail until it met soft human flesh, and still holding her gaze, Francis began to seek out her mate’s sex organs.
 
She smiled, pulling away the last of Francis' clothing. "Just relax my dear, I have more experience in this area." She laid Francis on her back in bed, slithering between her legs. She appeared to have a slit on her underside, from which a pair of cocks slid out, both a faint lilac flesh. They each appeared around ten inches, made entirely up of soft, fleshy spikes, with rounded ends.
"Lovely aren't they?" She cooed, moving the tip of the lower to Francis' maidenhood. She rippled her muscular back, giving a strong, shallow thrust, hands caressing Francis' flat belly as she held her cock in place. "I'm heard this pains humans their first time, so I will move slowly."
(I'm sorry, I just can't keep up with that.)
 
And then she was naked, exposed for the first time. Her hands fell away from Nyria’s body as she was laid onto her back, and she brought them up under her chin, elbows framing her medium sized breasts. The minor burning of jealousy she felt at Nyria’s boast of experience was cut off as she gasped and almost slammed her legs closed at what emerged from Nyria’s slit. She hadn’t quite known what to expect with Nyria’s genitalia but it hadn’t been that.

“Th-th-those are supposed to go…inside….” She couldn’t finish. Her nether lips, glistening with a slight sheen of arousal beneath a golden bush, seemed positively diminutive next to those monstrous appendages. Were those spikes? They would tear her up! Except the one rubbing against her belly felt almost soft, like a whale blubber candle.

She groaned at the first little thrust, pressing her sex open and bringing the lower of the two cocks into position against her maidenhead. Francis bit her lower lip and couldn’t suppress the shudder of fear that swept through her. One hand reached down, brushing against the cock on her belly to hole on of Nyria’s for support while her other wrapped itself tight in the pale sheets.

She looked up through lidded eyes into Nyria’s bright red ones shining with lust. “I’m scared.”
 
She ran her hands slowly over Francis's body. "Just relax my dear, this should only hurt for a short time, just trust in your mate."

She thrust firmly, pirecing her cherry, taking her virginity. "Relax..." She cooed, still gently thrusting, pleasure soon blotting out the sharp pain, numbing and dulling it. "See? Much better isn't it?" She thrust slowly, both of her thick members dripping precum, a gentle shade of lilac with a sweet, flowered scent. "Soon the pain will leave entirely, allowing you to feel only pleasure as our bonds are made."
 
Trust her mate? She’d known Nyria for all of five minutes, how could she be expected—“OWWW!”
All thought ceased as pain erupted between her legs. It felt as though she were being split in half. Blood trickled down the length of the spikey member not yet buried in her flesh to dribble down Nyria’s alabaster scales. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” She moaned with each thrust.

They were gentle after the first initial penetration, but the pain never faded, the member was simply too big and she too small, but beneath the razors edge began to well an unfamiliar sensation and her channel slowly grew moist, aiding the invading member in penetrating deeper and moving smoother. The numerous spikes pressed at strange points inside of her, brushing over one in particular that made Francis jerk her hips in spite of the pain and gasp out.

She forced open her eyes, wondering when she’d closed them and saw the cock on her belly moving in strange pantomime of the one inside of her. Releasing Nyria’s hand from hers, Francis tentatively reached down and wrapped her fingers around its length, simultaneously terrified and fascinated by the strange appendage and the oddly scented liquid dripping onto her belly from its tip. As she slowly began to stroke it, her hips began to move of their own accord, gently rising to press Nyia deeper and deeper inside of her, and the little moans slowly turned eager.
 
She moaned gently as Francis began slowly stroking her member, arching her body to thrust herself a little deeper.
"Just as I'd promised, it gets much better." She slowly began increasing her speed, only thrusting about half of her thick length into Francis. "Ahh, please keep stroking like that, your hand feels wonderfully soft." Her cock pulsed, sending a stream of warm pre across Francis' breasts, the relaxing scent growing stronger. "It's such a lovely smell isn't it? It enhances the libido, adding to the pleasure of my mate."
 
Francis squealed as the fluid squirted over her breasts and squeezed down harder on member than she meant to for a moment. “Sorry,” she said, gently resuming her stroking. “That startled me....”

She hadn’t expected it to smell so good. Her own musky aroma rose around them as her arousal steadily built and Francis felt suddenly dirty by comparison. The hand entangled in the sheets slowly released its hold and reached out to stroke the pale tale of the serpentine coils crisscrossing the bed. “You’re so soft everywhere,” she murmured without realizing it as her hands brushed up and down the two very different lengths.

Her hips thrust up towards Nyria’s with new vigor and her strokes began to speed up in time. She was so full she felt she might split in half. “I-is it all the way in yet?”
 
"Ahh! T-that's alright my dear, I don't mind if you get a little rough." She smiled, scaled body pressed to Francis' hand.
She was panting slightly, thrusting deeper. "Your scent is lovely Francis, such an arousing aroma." She'd stopped deepening her thrusts. "I'm sorry my mate, but this is as deep as I'll get without entering your womb. I'm not sure how your species reacts to such a full penetration.
 
She was so full, so wonderfully full. Her skin tingled wherever the lilac precum touched, sending wonderful shivers through her body that made her clit and nipples tighten. The pain wasn’t gone, per say, but it was being overwhelmed by everything else, lending a sharp edge to the rapidly mounting pleasure.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the tip of Nyria’s tale and worked her hand down the length of satiny scales to it. Gently taking the end in her fingers, she brought it to her lips and planted a small kiss on it. Then another, glancing up to see if her actions met with Nyria’s approval.

Those questioning eyes suddenly widened. It wasn’t all the way in? She groaned as the invading member briefly pressed against something uncomfortable, then retreated, resuming the pleasurable strokes. She swallowed nervously. The loss of her virginity had hurt, but it was already feeling so good...could this be similar?

She blinked several times as a newfound determination took root inside of her. Nobody back home expected her to be a good wife. She’d show them. She’d be the best bride Nyria could ever hope for. And it was a brides duty to see that her mate was well pleasured. “My body’s all yours, Nyria,” she moaned, then a blush crawled up her cheeks. “Um, if you want to go deeper, I’ve heard that’s easier if the woman is on…all fours.” She clenched her eyes shut and prayed Nyria wouldn’t think her a slut.
 
She leaned in close, long tongue flickering out over Francis' hard nipples, teasing over them. She gasped slightly as the girl kissed her tail, it was apparently very highly sensetive.

"Thank you my dear, I shall relish your body with great pleasure." She brought her thrusting to a stop when she spoke again. "From behind hmm? I would think that straightens you out somewhat, yes we could certainly try." She slowly pulled out, both cocks dribbling fragrant precum.

"Let us waste no time." She smiled, helping Francis to shift herself over to all fours. "Mmm, perhaps we can try this as well..." She licked her lips, dipping a finger into her pre and teasing Francis' tight anus with it.
 
Francis groaned as the soft little spikes brushed that special place inside her on their way out, then again as it slipped free and she was abruptly left feeling more empty than she’d ever felt before. Her no longer virginal sex glistened with purple precum, her own fluids and blood. She tried, and failed not to look at the red tinged points on the cock that had been inside of her, noting how it seemed to glimmer with their combined fluids.

Nyria flipped her easily onto her stomach and helped lift her up on her hands and knees. She’d excepted the offer so casually that if it weren’t for the husky edge to her voice, Francis might have thought Nyria didn’t care. And what was with the hurry? She understood that men could be overcome with lust, but was there some reason they needed to go so fast? Francis had always thought that her wedding night would be a slow and sensuous affair and while it definitely wasn’t wanting for pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder why Nyria was in such a rush to claim her body.

She gasped as the finger burrowed its way into her rectum, the precum lubricant letting it glide straight past her sphincter. The sensation was not unsimilar to burning. Why was Nyria touching her there? Didn’t she know that humans pooped from that hole? But then she remembered her promise. She’d promised her body to her mate, that meant her whole body. “I-if you want me there,” she said, trying not to cry with fear.

To keep from whimpering, she took Nyria’s tale and slid the end in her mouth. She couldn’t be sure what possessed her to do this, other than the brief look of enjoyment on her partner’s face when she’d kissed it before. She let her tongue tickle the end and slide up and down the length until it completely filled her mouth to the point that her teeth scraped lightly against the snow white scales.
 
"Perhaps another time then, while even your virginal passage can stretch easily to fit me, your lovely ass is not so pliant." She thrust her upper cock in this time, the lower one rubbing over her belly, coating her skin with pre. "I'll work on filling both of your gorgeous holes in the future, after we've treated you to some stretching."

She thrust deeply, her tip bumping into Francis' cervix. "You see, this is where the block is my dear, I used to it being more pliable." She rubbing her tip slowly against it, her hot precum having a relaxant effect on the human's inner muscles. "Though it just takes a little time to prepare you."

She gasped and let out a low moan as her tail was fellated, the tip flicking in her mouth. "Mmmm, I'm s-surprised you found my favorite spot s-so quickly."
 
The tail slipped from her mouth as she gasped in response to the new cock penetrating her. The odd spike-like protrusions were arranged differently on Nyria’s upper member than her lower and the new angle let her slide in deeper, faster. For a moment a string of saliva connected her lips to the tail, only to snap a moment later as she gasped again.

The feeling inside of her was strange and wonderful. It hurt at first, then graduated to merely uncomfortable as the wonderful precum washed over her. Suddenly, everything that had just happened registered. Her already red face darkened with anger and she pulled forward, the cock sliding deliciously through her body until it popped free, followed by the one that had been sliding against her belly.

She pouted back over her shoulder, somehow feeling assertive for the first time since her arrival. “I said my body is yours and I meant it. If that’s how you want to take me, then take me that way. I deny you nothing.” It wasn’t until after she spoke that Francis really thought about what she said and the anger was replaced by abject humiliation. Had she really just asked Nyria to do what she thought she had?
 
She smiled, her upper cock dripping with her pre and Franci's juices. "If you so request my dear, I simply wish to ensure this is not too painful for you." She slowly rubbed the tip of her cock to Francis' ass, dripping precum into the tight pucker.

"If you want so badly to please me though, at least allow me to take this slowly for you, my dear." She pushed deeper, spreading her anus out with the first inch of her spiky cock. "Now, tell me when the pain subsides, this should be an enjoyable this for you, my mate."
 
Francis shivered at the contact with the tip and the feel of Nyria’s strange percum dripping into her rectum. “I want this,” she said, trying to convince herself as much as her mate. “I’m yours and I want you to enjoy me.”

Nyria had two cocks, and the very thought of both of them inside her newly deflowered womanhood was absolutely terrifying. One alone had felt like it was tearing her in half, and while she was under no illusion that having one in her backside wouldn’t feel that way, she was definitely not up yet to trying the alternative. Unless Nyria wanted to…she wouldn’t deny her husband anything.

Slowly, huh? A part of her thought. Where was this slowness earlier, what happened to Nyria’s haste? She gasped as the head slipped into her sphincter. Ouch ouch ouch. Even with Nyria’s strange natural lubricant it was a tight fit and it hurt. The sensation halfway between being cut and being burned. Unconsciously she clenched down, her rectal muscles trying to push Nyria out but opening themselves up in the process, letting her slide in easier.

“And for you,” she groaned, trying not to let her pain show in the voice. Nyria’s other cock brushed against her mound and she realized her husband hadn’t put it in her yet. Two cocks, two holes, the way to satisfy her mate seemed obvious and no matter the discomfort she would not be one of those passive wives who laid like a fish in bed nor would she allow Nyria to sacrifice her pleasure for her own.

She reached down between her legs and guided the tip of Nyria’s other cock to her entrance, resting the tip just against her passage. “Take me, Nyria.”
 
She smiled. "If you so greatly desire to please me, at least allow me a little leisure to ensure you enjoy this as well." She slowly pushed in and out, slicking her rear passage with warm precum. She thrust deeped as the muscles opened to her progress, moaning gently.

"Ah, it seems both your sweet holes are equally inviting, despite their tightness." She looked down, watching as Francis aligned her lower cock as well. "If you are certain you are ready..." She arched her hips, pushing both spiky cock smoothly inside, the shaft in her anus pressing down more now, letting her feel them almost rubbing together.
 
Francis wasn’t exactly sure how having a ten inch spiked pole shoved up her anus was supposed to be enjoyable, but she wasn’t going to tell Nyria no. She groaned at the strange mini-thrustings, feeling her passage slicken with Nyria’s strange precum. The floral smell grew heady throughout the room, as if someone had perfumed the sheets.

“Ahhh,” she cried as both cocks pressed into her, slowly but steadily spreading both passages and pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated them. The spikes bumping against one another through her skin was an especially odd sensation, though she wasn’t sure it wouldn’t feel strange anyways with a human cock.

She felt so full. A part of her had known she would feel moreso with both members in her, but she hadn’t known it would feel like this. Not really. Her anus burned, even as it was soothed by the precum, and both passages soaked in the aphrodisiac substance. She clenched down despite the pain and gently thrust back, aiding Nyria in her entry.

She grabbed Nyria’s tail, as much for something to hold onto as anything else, and buried her face in the sheets.
 
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