"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...
The way the beast whined at Lucifer leaning him back and taking the reins was something Alastor, once out of the hormone haze, would be heinously embarrassed of. But the beast obeyed, hands still firmly grasping Lucifer's hips as he followed the pace his doe led him on.
This sight was... pretty... the ruffled feathers spread out in the atmosphere of the bog, lit by fireflies and ambient haze in an eerie, primal way. Alastor shifted his hips and legs, giving himself the leverage to thrust up and match Lucifer eagerly, unable to take the gesture to rest - or at least, unwilling.
Ohh, embarrassed, you silly deer... he was worthy of a little pampering, a little worship and one day he'll see it.
His eyes fluttered open when Alastor bore down and bucked, his grip tightening briefly as his breath caught. But his moment of surprise was gone in a blink before his eyes deepened to that red.
"Alright. Fine then." If Alastor was going to be naughty, so be it. With a huff that flew from between his teeth in ember-flecked steam, this Doe shifted the game: His pace left that gentle, playful rhythm. As he gripped down, claws curling in buck fur, he angled for something deep, something harder, abandoning pretense as he rode like they hadn't seen each other in weeks and had been pent up all along.
"I'll just have to drive you wild -first- this time, Sinner."
The embers and pace set Alastor to growling, and he started thrusting with equal vigor, his hands wrapping around Lucifer's thigh and waist as he feverishly rut up into this beautiful doe of his.
The drive to round out that waist had the beast panting, breath steaming the air and fur bristling. His fur grasped so tightly in Lucifer's claws felt good, his body winding up quickly with how Lucifer was riding him.
Growled breathlessly through his teeth, his focus entirely on giving Alastor a show. His doe ears pinned back, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, he looked a mess but didn't seem phased.
In fact he eased his head back, using those fistfuls of Alastor's fur as reins. His tail wound around the one of his wrists, a covetous grip just as those claws were against his own thigh and waist.
Already so overstimulated, his body's fuse felt short, ready to all but burst. But, no... no, he'd get this...
More, more, he had to give his doe more! Alastor growled with each thrust, the feeling of Lucifer engulfing him driving him closer to the edge of orgasm that was the sole focus and goal of his brain. BREED...
There's no restraint or attempts to play coy and draw things out from Alastor as he orgasms again, gripping tightly around Lucifer's waist to hold him still, to pour every bit as deep as it'll go for the third time. Third of probably many, many more times.
The growl rolls down into a satisfied grumble, almost a purr as Alastor's grip loosens and cradles Lucifer more gently, his vision still full of white sparks of pleasure.
A brow furrowed in focus. His body begged for release, but he all but scruffed it and told it to pipe down. He wanted one more... just one more, and then he could-
Strength met strength, and Lucifer was held still. He squirmed a bit, but couldn't mask the way his breath hitched at the sensation. He could feel that one, and his grip upon that sweet little edge in his mind enfeebled, sent him tumbling undone.
The king shuddered hard, left short of breath, wobbling just a little upon his perch. Alastor's gentle hold was appreciated, braced with both hands as he just let these waves of pleasure sail.
He's got this. It was wild, weird, amazing... he could definitely handle this. As he eased himself down to lay atop Alastor's stomach, let himself curl a bit, he allowed himself just a little breather.
But just a little one! He wasn't about to become a slouch.
Lucifer, however, must have only read a condensed version of how things work. Either that, or he didn't exactly factor in the Sinner aspect, or even the 'Alastor the Satan-damned Radio Demon' aspect. Though he left a note to be found, speaking of taking a little trip and that he'd be back in a couple of days, Lucifer wasn't entirely aware of just how much time had passed.
That, and he never really asked.
For a time he never bothered to fathom, Lucifer was the Doe that would wake up earliest after rest periods and would spring off to devise ways through the bayou. He wanted to explore it, see how in-depth Alastor had made it, but at the same time work out paths he could use to make things a little tougher on the Buck each day. But at the end of each chase, the Buck would not be denied. At the end of each day, the Doe was thoroughly seeded.
Today, he awoke early as usual. But rather than spring up and set off without a word, he sat up and felt his body screaming. Little naps and even full rests under the tree canopies and dancing fireflies were no longer cutting it. Even with all of his power, he had his limits, and there was only so long he would let himself be sore, dirtied, and overall messy.
So he plunked himself back down, back meeting the ground, before he half-heartedly swatted the back of his hand against the buck's hip.
"...I think..." He began, his voice croaking slightly from fatigue. "...I want a time-out. I need at least three baths. And a massage therapist. And coffee."
He tried again, and slowly sat up. "...What day is it...? How long have we been-?"
Each successive day, the hormones were settling more and more, and The Chase aside, more of Alastor's usual personality had slowly and gradually been showing, typically with little teases or boasts to egg on his doe.
This morning, though, Alastor felt as wrung out as a towel. And for the first time in... who knows how long, his head was mercifully clear.
"Hmm... difficult to say," Alastor replied - even under the heavy radio filter, his voice was hoarse. "I think we're both due to stop. I think enough weeks have passed that the rut's run its course," he grumbled, slow to sit up. Fucking hell. Hopefully Lucifer would be more than sated for at least a month, Alastor didn't even want to think of it for a long time. "A bath sounds perfect," he concurred, snapping to zip them out of the bayou and into his even more meticulously hidden away bath - he didn't trust a single resident of the Hotel to not walk in on him. Ignoring the crackling of bones, the burn of the chafing soreness, and the deep muscle ache, Alastor stood to start running the bath.
"Wee-!?" He paused, eyebrows knit. Oh, fuck. Fuck, he should have made more notes.
What if Charlie thought he left entirely? What if she thought he'd gone back to his workshop and given up, and- and- and-
Ow. Ow, ow, fucking ow. Nope. He was too damn sore both inside and out to even start spiraling today. He rubbed his smarting lower back, but started with an owlish blink when magic melted the world around them and a-ZIP they went, to-
"Oh. Huh." He'd never seen this room before. Curious enough to want a better peek, Lucifer forced himself up onto his hooves. He wobbled, but frantically called upon his cane to lean. He snatched a towel from nowhere onto his waist for modesty.
He tried milling around, anything to get the blood flowing, do something to encourage life back into his body again. Fuck's sake... even Lilith's strap-ons didn't give him a run for his money this badly. But then again, they rarely had... marathons.
Alastor snorted a bit - for every bit of soreness and pain he felt, Lucifer had been on the brunt end of it all.
"Though I am not surprised that you survived such an embarrassing and prolonged event, my deer, it would behoove you to let me take the reins until your body gets the rest it's been denied this whole time," he joked a bit.
The way he moved definitely failed to belie his age. When he pressed a hand to the small of his back and gave it a good pop, the grunt was definitely one of a guy who'd been through the wringer.
"Eh, well-! I just haven't had a... rrrodeo... in a while." He ended the observation with a little chuckle.
He paused, stared. He did note even before everything that he found the while thing embarrassing. He added quietly: "...It's all fine, Cher."
Buuuut after a beat, he polished his claws off on his chest. "Your concern for me is rather touching, however. You big softie."
"I commend you for keeping at it for so long!" He chuckled. He knew that Lucifer had every capability of restraining the demon if he wanted.
With the water running hotter, Alastor plugged it with an old fashioned rubber plug before pulling hand towels to dampen under the tap and apply soap. "Nearly need to hose ourselves off before bothering to climb in the tub. Ugh, I look like a mess," Alastor fussed, starting to wipe away dirt off of himself and pry it from between his hooves in an overly fussy manner.
Oh hoh. Alastor's smirk widened, and with deft hands, he twirled the damp towel into a brutal wet weapon coiled back and just waiting to strike. "If that's the sort of game you want, darling, you go right ahead with the hose!"
Lucifer squared his stance, eyes hard. One could swear a tumbleweed blew by in the anticipation. Where was Striker's mariachi entourage when you needed them?
"Oh? You think you're fast enough for that? I saw the way you moved to the tub. If you feel like standing down, lowering that towel real slowly..."
"You gave me many spirited chases, sha, but you're at your limit. There's nowhere to run. I see your knees still rattling to keep you on your feet," Alastor slowly drew his arms back, preparing to strike, waiting only for the twitch of Lucifer's hand as a signal.
"They tremble with the anticipation of taking you down," he replied coolly. He slowly drummed his claws against the head of the hose. He watched the arms draw back.
"Last chance, Alastor. I'm not running. I dare say I'm curious about your aim. What'll you hit with that, hhhhhorse-"
Hah! With a chuckle, Alastor released the towel and dropped it on the side of the bath.
"No wonder, deer man, you've been folded and twisted more than a pretzel and gone sprinting every morning for weeks! Hah hah!"
Alastor wasn't steady enough on his own feet to scoop up Lucifer, but the shadowy tentacle he'd snuck behind Lucifer during that standoff was perfectly able to wrap around and lift the devil before he fell on his face.
"Now come here, let's see about combing out ruffled feathers, hmm?" he proposed, as if it wasn't the tentacle moving him closer.
The soreness in his body was nothing compared to the intense cramp in that thigh. He stretched that hoof at a 90-degree angle, held it as best as he could and hoped the damn thing would settle down. The little kick of protest with his other leg was half-hearted as the tentacle seized him, carried him along.
"Sssshit, I haven't had one of these in a few decades..." Wings. Right. Wings...
Thankfully the very angry horse seemed to stop kicking, slowly but surely. It was enough to have him gradually open his wings. They had most of the mud shaken off of them, but were instead dappled with bits of the water- scum, bits of duckweed and all- from the bayou. So desperate was he to get the mud off that he opted for the... not-very-smart alternative.
That, at least, was much easier to rinse out. Summoning two comfortable stools, Alastor sat behind Lucifer and used the washcloth to wipe away the pond scum and any mud tucked and hidden away. Only a few loose puffs came out, joining the rest of what was wiped off on the floor.
"Oh, yes, these new feathers came in much stronger. They held up very nicely from all the hubbub," he praised, knowing a little ego stroking would help his fiesty king relax and not be so stubborn. And... privately, to himself, he knew he felt grateful for Lucifer's company and help during that miserable time of year, this time.
In between wiping the feathers down, Alastor gently rubbed and massaged along them and up and down Lucifer's back where the joints met, helping loosen aching muscles. So much work done, such a lovely job done, Lucifer earned every bit of pampering!
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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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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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This sight was... pretty... the ruffled feathers spread out in the atmosphere of the bog, lit by fireflies and ambient haze in an eerie, primal way. Alastor shifted his hips and legs, giving himself the leverage to thrust up and match Lucifer eagerly, unable to take the gesture to rest - or at least, unwilling.
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His eyes fluttered open when Alastor bore down and bucked, his grip tightening briefly as his breath caught. But his moment of surprise was gone in a blink before his eyes deepened to that red.
"Alright. Fine then." If Alastor was going to be naughty, so be it. With a huff that flew from between his teeth in ember-flecked steam, this Doe shifted the game: His pace left that gentle, playful rhythm. As he gripped down, claws curling in buck fur, he angled for something deep, something harder, abandoning pretense as he rode like they hadn't seen each other in weeks and had been pent up all along.
"I'll just have to drive you wild -first- this time, Sinner."
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The drive to round out that waist had the beast panting, breath steaming the air and fur bristling. His fur grasped so tightly in Lucifer's claws felt good, his body winding up quickly with how Lucifer was riding him.
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Growled breathlessly through his teeth, his focus entirely on giving Alastor a show. His doe ears pinned back, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, he looked a mess but didn't seem phased.
In fact he eased his head back, using those fistfuls of Alastor's fur as reins. His tail wound around the one of his wrists, a covetous grip just as those claws were against his own thigh and waist.
Already so overstimulated, his body's fuse felt short, ready to all but burst. But, no... no, he'd get this...
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There's no restraint or attempts to play coy and draw things out from Alastor as he orgasms again, gripping tightly around Lucifer's waist to hold him still, to pour every bit as deep as it'll go for the third time. Third of probably many, many more times.
The growl rolls down into a satisfied grumble, almost a purr as Alastor's grip loosens and cradles Lucifer more gently, his vision still full of white sparks of pleasure.
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Strength met strength, and Lucifer was held still. He squirmed a bit, but couldn't mask the way his breath hitched at the sensation. He could feel that one, and his grip upon that sweet little edge in his mind enfeebled, sent him tumbling undone.
The king shuddered hard, left short of breath, wobbling just a little upon his perch. Alastor's gentle hold was appreciated, braced with both hands as he just let these waves of pleasure sail.
He's got this. It was wild, weird, amazing... he could definitely handle this. As he eased himself down to lay atop Alastor's stomach, let himself curl a bit, he allowed himself just a little breather.
But just a little one! He wasn't about to become a slouch.
Lucifer, however, must have only read a condensed version of how things work. Either that, or he didn't exactly factor in the Sinner aspect, or even the 'Alastor the Satan-damned Radio Demon' aspect. Though he left a note to be found, speaking of taking a little trip and that he'd be back in a couple of days, Lucifer wasn't entirely aware of just how much time had passed.
That, and he never really asked.
For a time he never bothered to fathom, Lucifer was the Doe that would wake up earliest after rest periods and would spring off to devise ways through the bayou. He wanted to explore it, see how in-depth Alastor had made it, but at the same time work out paths he could use to make things a little tougher on the Buck each day. But at the end of each chase, the Buck would not be denied. At the end of each day, the Doe was thoroughly seeded.
Today, he awoke early as usual. But rather than spring up and set off without a word, he sat up and felt his body screaming. Little naps and even full rests under the tree canopies and dancing fireflies were no longer cutting it. Even with all of his power, he had his limits, and there was only so long he would let himself be sore, dirtied, and overall messy.
So he plunked himself back down, back meeting the ground, before he half-heartedly swatted the back of his hand against the buck's hip.
"...I think..." He began, his voice croaking slightly from fatigue. "...I want a time-out. I need at least three baths. And a massage therapist. And coffee."
He tried again, and slowly sat up. "...What day is it...? How long have we been-?"
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This morning, though, Alastor felt as wrung out as a towel. And for the first time in... who knows how long, his head was mercifully clear.
"Hmm... difficult to say," Alastor replied - even under the heavy radio filter, his voice was hoarse. "I think we're both due to stop. I think enough weeks have passed that the rut's run its course," he grumbled, slow to sit up. Fucking hell. Hopefully Lucifer would be more than sated for at least a month, Alastor didn't even want to think of it for a long time. "A bath sounds perfect," he concurred, snapping to zip them out of the bayou and into his even more meticulously hidden away bath - he didn't trust a single resident of the Hotel to not walk in on him. Ignoring the crackling of bones, the burn of the chafing soreness, and the deep muscle ache, Alastor stood to start running the bath.
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What if Charlie thought he left entirely? What if she thought he'd gone back to his workshop and given up, and- and- and-
Ow. Ow, ow, fucking ow. Nope. He was too damn sore both inside and out to even start spiraling today. He rubbed his smarting lower back, but started with an owlish blink when magic melted the world around them and a-ZIP they went, to-
"Oh. Huh." He'd never seen this room before. Curious enough to want a better peek, Lucifer forced himself up onto his hooves. He wobbled, but frantically called upon his cane to lean. He snatched a towel from nowhere onto his waist for modesty.
He tried milling around, anything to get the blood flowing, do something to encourage life back into his body again. Fuck's sake... even Lilith's strap-ons didn't give him a run for his money this badly. But then again, they rarely had... marathons.
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"Though I am not surprised that you survived such an embarrassing and prolonged event, my deer, it would behoove you to let me take the reins until your body gets the rest it's been denied this whole time," he joked a bit.
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"Eh, well-! I just haven't had a... rrrodeo... in a while." He ended the observation with a little chuckle.
He paused, stared. He did note even before everything that he found the while thing embarrassing. He added quietly: "...It's all fine, Cher."
Buuuut after a beat, he polished his claws off on his chest. "Your concern for me is rather touching, however. You big softie."
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With the water running hotter, Alastor plugged it with an old fashioned rubber plug before pulling hand towels to dampen under the tap and apply soap. "Nearly need to hose ourselves off before bothering to climb in the tub. Ugh, I look like a mess," Alastor fussed, starting to wipe away dirt off of himself and pry it from between his hooves in an overly fussy manner.
Oh yeah, that was definitely the normal Alastor.
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He shifted his arms and a lime green hose line manifested, leading off into nowhere. Lucifer was grasping the end, however.
"If it's a hose-down you need..."
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Lucifer squared his stance, eyes hard. One could swear a tumbleweed blew by in the anticipation.
Where was Striker's mariachi entourage when you needed them?"Oh? You think you're fast enough for that? I saw the way you moved to the tub. If you feel like standing down, lowering that towel real slowly..."
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"Last chance, Alastor. I'm not running. I dare say I'm curious about your aim. What'll you hit with that, hhhhhorse-"
Oh. Oh no.
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Not NOW, right thigh!
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"No wonder, deer man, you've been folded and twisted more than a pretzel and gone sprinting every morning for weeks! Hah hah!"
Alastor wasn't steady enough on his own feet to scoop up Lucifer, but the shadowy tentacle he'd snuck behind Lucifer during that standoff was perfectly able to wrap around and lift the devil before he fell on his face.
"Now come here, let's see about combing out ruffled feathers, hmm?" he proposed, as if it wasn't the tentacle moving him closer.
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"Sssshit, I haven't had one of these in a few decades..." Wings. Right. Wings...
Thankfully the very angry horse seemed to stop kicking, slowly but surely. It was enough to have him gradually open his wings. They had most of the mud shaken off of them, but were instead dappled with bits of the water- scum, bits of duckweed and all- from the bayou. So desperate was he to get the mud off that he opted for the... not-very-smart alternative.
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"Oh, yes, these new feathers came in much stronger. They held up very nicely from all the hubbub," he praised, knowing a little ego stroking would help his fiesty king relax and not be so stubborn. And... privately, to himself, he knew he felt grateful for Lucifer's company and help during that miserable time of year, this time.
In between wiping the feathers down, Alastor gently rubbed and massaged along them and up and down Lucifer's back where the joints met, helping loosen aching muscles. So much work done, such a lovely job done, Lucifer earned every bit of pampering!
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