He really was surprisingly gentle, and Lucifer was relieved not to be treated like those tree trunks and all the other chunks of the bayou that the rut-minded creature treated like wet cardboard.
He was a pile of messy hair and feathers once he met the earth, but those wings had stopped trying to facilitate an escape once freed from the grip of so many tendrils. His tail whipping about beneath them, his claws sought some sort of hold on the buck, and he turned to catch the pinning arm with his teeth. But rather than shake and try to tear away flesh, his eyes burned and he held on.
A moment... just give him a moment to focus, form a thought-
His eyes closed, just as his knees did, pressed together when his pants were made short work of. His hooves, so small yet so strong, did not kick but gave a rather bratty little shove against Alastor's middle.
His chicken wings had finished molting and now they were a mess again from all the manhandling, you jerk-
What a fantastic mess his little doe is, the panting breaths and gold-flushed face paired so enticingly with ruffled feathers and fluff. Alastor usually was so coquettish when undressing, but the tunnel vision tore away any coyness as Alastor practically tore the bathrobe off of himself, squirming at the bratty kicks but otherwise completely undeterred.
Eagerly, Alastor started grooming at Lucifer, silly little deer tail waggling in delight even as the oversized monster loomed and crowded his paramour. He wetly lapped at Lucifer's face as he ground their bodies together, panting from the chase and from the thrill.
With absolutely nothing between them, his hoofie shoving had become a bit half-hearted, and had instead braced against the monstrous form's thighs.
His grip adjusted and fisted in monster fur, and his breath audibly hitched from the direct contact between their bodies. This... this massive, ridiculous thing that was no doubt waiting for him to play wild games like this...
Oh, fine. You caught him, didn't you? As his tail wound around one of Alastor's legs and he 'fought back' against the lapping with playful nips at his jaw, he let the rest of him change a little: What was a Doe without a soft pair of ears? Fallow deer had fun little markings, so Lucifer helped himself to a soft dappling along his wings, back and upper arms.
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... Alastor grumbled eagerly and nibbled back. At least, as gingerly as those razor sharp knives could. Alastor rut against his doe more and more, feeling the soft fur and encouraged all the more.
Eventually, a massive hand grasped entirely around Lucifer's narrow waist, gripping it in one hand so that he could finally gracelessly slide himself inside and start his feral, relentless pounding. Good, that felt good.
He could feel the little pinpricks and the warmth of a bit of gold beading, but since when has a little blood been a bother between them?
Those claws wrapped around him entirely and he felt his stomach do a slippery little flip. There wasn't much warning before he entered him, and fleeting discomfort melting away into a firm-fit pleasure. His grip briefly tightened as he choked out an admittedly embarrassing groan that betrayed his earlier defiance, but matched how easily Alastor had slid inside.
Yes, that's it... that's it- Lucifer had to swallow to cure his dry mouth, but it wasn't stopping the pant of exhilaration as he squirmed, slowly worked to match an amped-up buck's pace.
Decades and decades of enduring rut, and this fulfillment was the most satisfying moment ever. Alastor's face stretched into an impossibly tight grin, glowing as he pounded into Lucifer, only encouraged to thrust harder and faster.
Hot. His blood and body burned... burned hotter and hotter as he felt engulfed by his tiny wriggling doe.
He heard his name and a thrill shivered up his spine, tightened his tail around Alastor's leg. One of his own hooked as best as it could around his waist, the heel pressing somewhere between his side and his back as his only regret was the inability to form words of his own.
It'd been ages since he'd been like this in something so intense, but so much of this was entirely new, frazzling his brain as it spun.
He would kick himself later for having nothing witty, nothing- nothing...!! Oh, he'd likely be so smug later, that was for sure, but to Hell with it-
He could hardly swallow down that whimper as the pace increased, scattering any chance of being to hold out for long, and opted for physical punishment. His teeth set into the beast's neck as claws hooked into the back as he rode. The buck is so hasty, so bad! ...But they had time, and plenty of it, right? At least, time enough before people might ask where they've gone...
A deep, feral growl rumbled from Alastor at the sharp, sweet pain of the teeth and claws. Perfect, perfect, this little doe would be so ferocious, what a good mate he's caught.
The first of many orgasms erupted almost without warning - Alastor almost crushed Lucifer into the ground as he pressed his body weight down, pouring seed into his tiny, fiery, hot little doe.
Finally rewarded, that's a good boy... he huffed between his teeth at the other's throat as he felt outpouring heat, enough that he sharply arched his back. He felt himself plummeting off that peak he hadn't realized he'd reached already, pressed haphazardly against the bayou floor.
"FffFUCK-" Six wings had even roused, beating pitifully against the earth and mud before they reached as best as they could to wrap around and hold him.
Lucifer's breaths had gone ragged now, but it wasn't stopping him from tracing his tongue against the marks he'd left, a gentle little touch as he tried once more to wrap his legs as best as he could around his mate's waist. They anchored him to keep him deep inside.
They were so deliciously, deeply intertwined... those strong legs could keep him in place, but Alastor didn't want to pull away from his perfect mate. Instead the beast shallowly kept thrusting, not losing vigor in the slightest even after orgasm, his body still alight with sparks of euphoria amidst the burning fire of need.
He wouldn't go anywhere. He had so, so much more to give, after all.
He kept moving and Lucifer purred, his tail stroking and caressing the leg it wound around. His head spun, a feeling he hadn't had in a good, long while...
He reached up, smoothing a hand against one side of Alastor's head before they found an ear. He stroked it as the other hand lazily dragged claws down his back. Guided by his heels, driving against the sodden grasses and moss beneath, he met him in the middle each time:
"You always did fit so good..." His utterance, husky, betrayed by his heavier breaths.
A deep rumble came from Alastor's chest - the thought of getting this doe fat and heavy with his fawns returned the demon to that relentless pace, nuzzling and biting in a frenzy of feral arousal and deeply rooted affection. Sharp bites, soft touches to the ear, the gripping tail and the perfect warmth of Lucifer's body was driving the demon even crazier than he already was. He was almost overstimulated - with a pleasurable growl, Alastor sank his teeth into Lucifer's shoulder as they mated, his blood singing at the familiar perfect taste.
That did it. But Lucifer's triumphant little chuckle was rug-pulled from him as Alastor's pace increased, striking that cord that was like warm fingers down his spine and to the end of his coiled tail. With hope, this buck would continue the trend of not kissing and telling with all these deeply humiliating noises he'd been making, but... how in Hell could he even help himself?
Today he was the Doe, body shaped to take his mate perfectly with a tight fit and shamelessly slick. Good Does hang on tight, taking a reverent hold of the base of an antler. They give little scritchies at the base, giving a groan that was far louder than he'd intended when teeth sank into his shoulder and blood ran that rich gold, hotter than normal. He eased his head back and, overheated, his panting breaths were puffs of vapor and small embers cast into the muggy air.
"Hhhhahah- touched... touched a good... nerve there, huh~?"
Your secret's safe with him - Alastor would never in a million years confess to being this ferocious and feral in such a crude, sexual way in his right mind. That Lucifer gets to live to tell the tale is a privilege! Many other Sinners were simply torn to shreds by the fangs currently careful not to do more than puncture to elicit those perfect moaning noises, pitched high and low and hitting almost song-like notes.
When the song was interrupted with speech, Alastor snorted and licked at Lucifer's face to hush it, pounding deeper and harder to get those pretty little moans back. Shush that sass!
One lap. Two. Lucifer sputtered a bit from the licks, chuckling, the message loud and clear if the way he was pounding was any indication.
The steadily lifting high in his body was seized, hooked, and dragged so much faster and scattered his thoughts. The devil himself was left shivering, shamelessly wiggling away to angle himself in such a way to take the other demon as deeply as he possibly could. That last climax was warm upon his thighs, finding itself with nowhere else to go when so much had been put inside already-
Yet it never stopped him from nuzzling as best as he could, keeping the buck at his neck. A snack, some extra little nibbles, a treat just for him as wordless gratitude for giving him what he wanted, what he needed.
The spade of his tail tapped the small of Alastor's back as Lucifer's breaths were ragged. Close again. Close again, don't stop-
The tapping didn't register anything in the heat of all of the other beautiful, perfect sensation. His doe sang so pretty, felt so good, felt so good... Alastor's claws wrapped around Lucifer's waist to tilt it up, make it all the easier to manhandle and hone in on that exact spot that hits Lucifer's prettiest note. Come undone, little doe, take the seed from it......
His prettiest note was his attempt to call his mate's name, the feathers fluffing along all six of those wings as climax undid him, washed over him again. In this position, his waist lifted and angled, his thighs could press against Alastor's waist and heedlessly tremble.
His body moved on its own, riding this buck as his mind twirled off into Hell-knows-where. His face tucked against his neck, if anything to keep him from somehow alerting the damn gators or something...
As if the gators would dare coming closer with the presence of Alastor. The beast powered through all of his doe's orgasm, fucking to the point of risking overstimulating, and only calmed on another orgasm from himself to flood the doe.
Despite how absolutely filthy and messy they'd made themselves, Alastor practically purred as he sank himself inside of Lucifer and lapped at his mate, tasting the sweet blood and the sweat and hormone perfume he was letting off. Beautiful...
He hummed in his content and delight. Maybe it was moss, grass and a little mud instead of tangled up sheets and pillows, but that didn't make what they'd done together any less thrilling. He felt so shamelessly full...
Lucifer started a little as, in his hazy little afterglow, the buck simply had to taste him again. The devil snorted, but it dissolved into a small giggle. It tickled, okay? Alastor was being ridiculous- well. Everything going on right now aside, anyway.
"I'm a salt lick now, huh? I see how it is..." He reached up and gently stroked those ears. But while he did so, he eased himself up to reach his cheek for a kiss.
"Cute..." Alastor's husky voice drawled, content at the affections as he let his body cool and recover. They had so much more breeding to go, just to be sure his doe was seeded, but the breath in between helped reinvigorate.
Kissing... something soft, cute. Something precious. Alastor's urge to groom Lucifer were hard to ignore - so he didn't, starting to fondly lap at his messy hair, at sweaty skin, pampering and affectionate in a primal way his mind otherwise never let him indulge.
"And you are beautiful. ...Even like this." Sappy? Oh, yes. But that's just how he is. Shush and take it.
He'd read up on the whole thing. ...For curiosity's sake! He knew what he was getting into. But so long as he maybe got a couple of drink breaks and some electrolytes, he should be fine to take to the task. It reminded him of his honeymoon, though that was nothing like this.
Lucifer certainly wasn't getting a little grooming bath the last time, for starters. Despite the tickling and how much of a mess he was in all manners of ways at the moment, he did his best to rouse his wings and shudder off grass and dirt.
Then he wiggled the blond ears he'd made, dappled like the patterns he'd made down his back and wings. "Whatcha think? I feel like it was appropriate for the occasion~"
With all of the guards down, Alastor just grumbled happily, tail waggling as he nuzzled his doe. Those ears... they were so soft, so pretty... the fur with the faint spots... adorable.
"You are... so beautiful, Lucifer..." the beast growled, voice still layered thick under radio crackle and husky desire. Could he be even closer? Hold his doe tighter, fill him more...?
With an affectionate grumble, Alastor wrapped his hands around his doe and leaned back, sitting up with his doe in his lap and hugged close against his scarred, fluffy chest.
The new position was so comfy, huddled up against a fluffy chest like this. Pardon him while he lets himself nestle, suitably cozied up with a grin. With a shift of his knees, he was properly straddled.
His eyes warmed with those words, but he couldn't help the small slip of a forked tongue between his lips. "Hmhm- aren't I just~?"
Right. Sin of Pride.
But his claws reached for and weaved their way through the chest fluff. Held like this, his heart fluttered in his chest as he dipped his hips, a slow and deliberate shift to bring Alastor to the hilt inside of him again. Still so tender from not one but two climaxes already, it was more than enough to have him purr.
"But you'll get me looking even better after all of this..." He tipped his head, brushing the bottom lip of his much taller mate with a softer kiss before one of his hands settled at the back of his neck. Lucifer kept just a breath apart as he gently grabbed the reins, opted to ride in Alastor's lap in a way that savored every last inch, every spark of friction.
The beast was practically curled in on himself, nuzzling into the top of Lucifer's head, nuzzling the soft ears and golden hair. His hands wrapped around Lucifer's back, under his wings, holding onto those little hips so he could press himself up and into his mate's tiny body.
It was a pat at first, but then the muscle eased in behind it. Alastor had been working awfully hard, and with that nudge, Lucifer wordlessly bid him to ease right back and take a little breather... at least for a bit.
Besides, what's a little moss, dirt and mud? They can match.
But here he could shift his hips a little, and with hands propped against his chest, tongue poking out a bit for focus, he could find that pace and angle that... just... hit...
His wings shivered and his eyes closed, browline knit in focus as he rode. What could he say? The Doe wanted a turn...
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He was a pile of messy hair and feathers once he met the earth, but those wings had stopped trying to facilitate an escape once freed from the grip of so many tendrils. His tail whipping about beneath them, his claws sought some sort of hold on the buck, and he turned to catch the pinning arm with his teeth. But rather than shake and try to tear away flesh, his eyes burned and he held on.
A moment... just give him a moment to focus, form a thought-
His eyes closed, just as his knees did, pressed together when his pants were made short work of. His hooves, so small yet so strong, did not kick but gave a rather bratty little shove against Alastor's middle.
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Eagerly, Alastor started grooming at Lucifer, silly little deer tail waggling in delight even as the oversized monster loomed and crowded his paramour. He wetly lapped at Lucifer's face as he ground their bodies together, panting from the chase and from the thrill.
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His grip adjusted and fisted in monster fur, and his breath audibly hitched from the direct contact between their bodies. This... this massive, ridiculous thing that was no doubt waiting for him to play wild games like this...
Oh, fine. You caught him, didn't you? As his tail wound around one of Alastor's legs and he 'fought back' against the lapping with playful nips at his jaw, he let the rest of him change a little: What was a Doe without a soft pair of ears? Fallow deer had fun little markings, so Lucifer helped himself to a soft dappling along his wings, back and upper arms.
There now. Was that better~?
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Eventually, a massive hand grasped entirely around Lucifer's narrow waist, gripping it in one hand so that he could finally gracelessly slide himself inside and start his feral, relentless pounding. Good, that felt good.
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Those claws wrapped around him entirely and he felt his stomach do a slippery little flip. There wasn't much warning before he entered him, and fleeting discomfort melting away into a firm-fit pleasure. His grip briefly tightened as he choked out an admittedly embarrassing groan that betrayed his earlier defiance, but matched how easily Alastor had slid inside.
Yes, that's it... that's it- Lucifer had to swallow to cure his dry mouth, but it wasn't stopping the pant of exhilaration as he squirmed, slowly worked to match an amped-up buck's pace.
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Hot. His blood and body burned... burned hotter and hotter as he felt engulfed by his tiny wriggling doe.
"L̶̹͆̊͊ͅu̶̮͆̔̐c̸̜̽ì̴̩̺̇f̶̺͎̹̀͐̄e̵̝͝r̵̻͓̱͊͑͆.̸̡̼́̀̚.̴̜̺͙̐͝.̶̡̧̺̅ L̶̹͆̊͊ͅu̶̮͆̔̐c̸̜̽ì̴̩̺̇f̶̺͎̹̀͐̄e̵̝͝r̵̻͓̱͊͑͆.̸̡̼́̀̚.̴̜̺͙̐͝.̶̡̧̺̅"
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It'd been ages since he'd been like this in something so intense, but so much of this was entirely new, frazzling his brain as it spun.
He would kick himself later for having nothing witty, nothing- nothing...!! Oh, he'd likely be so smug later, that was for sure, but to Hell with it-
He could hardly swallow down that whimper as the pace increased, scattering any chance of being to hold out for long, and opted for physical punishment. His teeth set into the beast's neck as claws hooked into the back as he rode. The buck is so hasty, so bad! ...But they had time, and plenty of it, right? At least, time enough before people might ask where they've gone...
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The first of many orgasms erupted almost without warning - Alastor almost crushed Lucifer into the ground as he pressed his body weight down, pouring seed into his tiny, fiery, hot little doe.
"̷͎͇̤͙̍̏̋̏͠Y̸̼̎́͌̾̕ͅo̶̹̣͎̩͛̇̆ͅű̶̠̖̂̀̊̎ ̵̺̀͋́͘w̴̦͈͔̝̐̔͜͠͝i̸͙̫̿̉̌̂ḻ̵͗̊l̶̢͍͓̗͗͐ ̸̧̝̮̌h̷̯̥͍̀̈͝a̵̲̲͙̯͉͆͝v̶̦͇̫̠̄́͝é̶͎͎̞̮̆̌̀̍.̶̛̻̘̦̪̿̑.̸̮̬͖͂̑.̶̨͉̬͈̈́̂̍̋ ̸̫̩̝̫̃͌ṕ̵̬̱̉ͅr̸̺̱̮͖̊ê̸̙̐ẗ̵̩̙͉̣́ͅt̵͙͝y̶̧̧̛̟͇ ̶̘̻̩͓͒̌l̵̳͕̯̤͓͑i̶̱͂͝t̴̜̫͊̇̈́t̴̥͋̐͒̒ĺ̸̝̳̬̓͆̅͝e̴̢̼̩̠̱͝ ̴̢̅̀͠f̶̧̜̰̳̈́̾͑̿a̶̲̒̆w̶̡̠̓n̴̫̲̔̀͋͘s̷̖̄̆̐̒.̷͎̈́͝͝.̴̦̗͉̿̈́.̵͇̥̠̭͙̊̀͐͛"̵̩͍̮̭̙͌̈
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"FffFUCK-" Six wings had even roused, beating pitifully against the earth and mud before they reached as best as they could to wrap around and hold him.
Lucifer's breaths had gone ragged now, but it wasn't stopping him from tracing his tongue against the marks he'd left, a gentle little touch as he tried once more to wrap his legs as best as he could around his mate's waist. They anchored him to keep him deep inside.
"Stay... stay right there, damn you..."
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He wouldn't go anywhere. He had so, so much more to give, after all.
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He reached up, smoothing a hand against one side of Alastor's head before they found an ear. He stroked it as the other hand lazily dragged claws down his back. Guided by his heels, driving against the sodden grasses and moss beneath, he met him in the middle each time:
"You always did fit so good..." His utterance, husky, betrayed by his heavier breaths.
"Perfect for giving me a little fawn..."
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Today he was the Doe, body shaped to take his mate perfectly with a tight fit and shamelessly slick. Good Does hang on tight, taking a reverent hold of the base of an antler. They give little scritchies at the base, giving a groan that was far louder than he'd intended when teeth sank into his shoulder and blood ran that rich gold, hotter than normal. He eased his head back and, overheated, his panting breaths were puffs of vapor and small embers cast into the muggy air.
"Hhhhahah- touched... touched a good... nerve there, huh~?"
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When the song was interrupted with speech, Alastor snorted and licked at Lucifer's face to hush it, pounding deeper and harder to get those pretty little moans back. Shush that sass!
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The steadily lifting high in his body was seized, hooked, and dragged so much faster and scattered his thoughts. The devil himself was left shivering, shamelessly wiggling away to angle himself in such a way to take the other demon as deeply as he possibly could. That last climax was warm upon his thighs, finding itself with nowhere else to go when so much had been put inside already-
Yet it never stopped him from nuzzling as best as he could, keeping the buck at his neck. A snack, some extra little nibbles, a treat just for him as wordless gratitude for giving him what he wanted, what he needed.
The spade of his tail tapped the small of Alastor's back as Lucifer's breaths were ragged. Close again. Close again, don't stop-
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His body moved on its own, riding this buck as his mind twirled off into Hell-knows-where. His face tucked against his neck, if anything to keep him from somehow alerting the damn gators or something...
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Despite how absolutely filthy and messy they'd made themselves, Alastor practically purred as he sank himself inside of Lucifer and lapped at his mate, tasting the sweet blood and the sweat and hormone perfume he was letting off. Beautiful...
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Lucifer started a little as, in his hazy little afterglow, the buck simply had to taste him again. The devil snorted, but it dissolved into a small giggle. It tickled, okay? Alastor was being ridiculous- well. Everything going on right now aside, anyway.
"I'm a salt lick now, huh? I see how it is..." He reached up and gently stroked those ears. But while he did so, he eased himself up to reach his cheek for a kiss.
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Kissing... something soft, cute. Something precious. Alastor's urge to groom Lucifer were hard to ignore - so he didn't, starting to fondly lap at his messy hair, at sweaty skin, pampering and affectionate in a primal way his mind otherwise never let him indulge.
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He'd read up on the whole thing. ...For curiosity's sake! He knew what he was getting into. But so long as he maybe got a couple of drink breaks and some electrolytes, he should be fine to take to the task. It reminded him of his honeymoon, though that was nothing like this.
Lucifer certainly wasn't getting a little grooming bath the last time, for starters. Despite the tickling and how much of a mess he was in all manners of ways at the moment, he did his best to rouse his wings and shudder off grass and dirt.
Then he wiggled the blond ears he'd made, dappled like the patterns he'd made down his back and wings. "Whatcha think? I feel like it was appropriate for the occasion~"
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"You are... so beautiful, Lucifer..." the beast growled, voice still layered thick under radio crackle and husky desire. Could he be even closer? Hold his doe tighter, fill him more...?
With an affectionate grumble, Alastor wrapped his hands around his doe and leaned back, sitting up with his doe in his lap and hugged close against his scarred, fluffy chest.
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His eyes warmed with those words, but he couldn't help the small slip of a forked tongue between his lips. "Hmhm- aren't I just~?"
Right. Sin of Pride.
But his claws reached for and weaved their way through the chest fluff. Held like this, his heart fluttered in his chest as he dipped his hips, a slow and deliberate shift to bring Alastor to the hilt inside of him again. Still so tender from not one but two climaxes already, it was more than enough to have him purr.
"But you'll get me looking even better after all of this..." He tipped his head, brushing the bottom lip of his much taller mate with a softer kiss before one of his hands settled at the back of his neck. Lucifer kept just a breath apart as he gently grabbed the reins, opted to ride in Alastor's lap in a way that savored every last inch, every spark of friction.
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"Pretty... I'll b̶̩̈́ȑ̸̻e̵̹͛e̸͕͝d̴̠͌ ̴̻͑y̸̲̎o̷̰͌u̶̙͝.̷̫͑.̷̢̉.̸̯͂"̴̞̂
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It was a pat at first, but then the muscle eased in behind it. Alastor had been working awfully hard, and with that nudge, Lucifer wordlessly bid him to ease right back and take a little breather... at least for a bit.
Besides, what's a little moss, dirt and mud? They can match.
But here he could shift his hips a little, and with hands propped against his chest, tongue poking out a bit for focus, he could find that pace and angle that... just... hit...
His wings shivered and his eyes closed, browline knit in focus as he rode. What could he say? The Doe wanted a turn...
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