Neuro's Escapade

“Look at me while he’s fucking you,” V snarled against your ear, pulling your head back by your hair to force your gaze to his face. With your back pressed against his chest, your arms pinned firmly behind you, his other hand clasped around your wrists. 

Meanwhile, Copia had his cock fully buried in the wet heat of your cunt, furiously fucking into you while muttering a slew of curses in his mother tongue. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as you leaned against his twin, still growling in your ear. Copia seemed mesmerized by the sight, the way his length sunk into you at full force, one hand digging into the meat of your thighs while the other roughly kneaded your breast.

You were no stranger to fucking either of them, but of course that had always been separately. Sure you'd fantasized in the past about taking them both at the same time, playing with the idea about who you thought would be most willing to take you up on your dare. But you never thought that would actually happen. Yet when you'd broached the subject in a moment of whiskey-laden boldness, despite some initial hesitancy on the matter of logistics, you'd discovered they were both… strangely comfortable with the idea. 

“Look at me,” Copia groaned, reaching for your chin to angle your face back in his direction. The desperation in his eyes was palpable as his fingers trembled against your sweat-dampened skin. Cursing once more knowing he wouldn't last long at this pace, he pulled out, leaving you so painfully empty. Though it wouldn't be for long as you knew V would quickly step in. 

Suddenly, you were flipped onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips upward as fingers dragged along your entrance, already sopping wet with arousal.

“What a beautiful mess you have made.” 

Whether that comment was directed at Copia or you, you weren't sure but you shuddered as you felt V’s cock slide against your folds, stopping to press against your clit only for a moment before pulling back. You whined, arching your back in desperate hopes of contact, but a sudden harsh slap to your ass made you jump.

“Wicked little thing,” V growled, leaning over you and grabbing a fistful of your hair. 

You could have sworn you heard Copia let out a hiss of displeasure but he kneeled in front of you at the side of the bed, pulling your arms forward and pinning your hands to the mattress. When his eyes met yours, they were wide but not uncertain or questioning in any way. He knew you wanted this and he would take on hell itself for you to get what you wanted. 

“You think you're ready for me?” V asked, diabolically prodding with his cock once more. 

Nodding, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Copia, but as V sank into you all at once, your eyes rolled back as a guttural, hoarse cry left your lips. The pace set was relentless, but not as rough as you were prepared for, and Copia’s fingers threaded with yours against the bedsheets. Slowly, V’s hand trailed from your hip to your shoulder, using the grip to thrust into you with more intensity, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Heat spread under your skin as your pleasure rapidly began to build, your muscles contracting around him as your thighs quivered. 

“Not yet, angel,” V murmured, sliding out of you with a groan. Copia’s fingers stroked yours tenderly as he leaned in, kissing your forehead through your sweat-dampened hair.

“This is what you want, yes?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nodded encouragingly, still breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, but you were able to smile weakly. V, being on the same wavelength as his twin, ran his hand through your hair, brushing loose strands away from your face. 

“How’s our girl?”

Our girl. That’s who you were, who you wanted to be. Shared between two equally devoted men that cared more about your pleasure than their own but above all wanted your fantasies made real, with no question to your safety.

V slid this hand under your chin, angling your face towards him. There was a softness in his eyes as he smirked but with the clear hint of devilish intent lingering behind them. It was enough to make you come undone then and there.

“Ready for more, angel?”

Again you nodded in agreement, your gaze shifting between them. 

“On your back,” he ordered, stroking his hand idly along his glistening length, still soaked with your arousal. Copia stepped back as V placed himself beside you, standing next to your place on the bed with his cock at eye-level with your face. Placing your legs over his shoulders, Copia began kissing a wet trail along your inner thigh, slowly making his way towards your sex with hungry moans escaping him freely. 

Stroking your face, V brought his cock to your lips, already weeping with his own desperation. You took him into your mouth voraciously, your tongue swirling around his tip as your cheeks hollowed. V’s head tipped back as he groaned, his hand cradling the back of your head as he thrust into your mouth, your lips already reddening from the friction. Copia’s mouth finally made contact with your swollen clit, lapping wildly as he worked, your hips bucking against his mouth. You were already close before, but the devilish work of Copia’s tongue was quickly building you up even more as your rhythm on V’s cock began to falter. 

“Stop,” V ordered his brother. “Stop.” 

With a whimpering moan, Copia pulled away from you, placing a gentle kiss against your entrance as you did. You began to squirm, desperate for their touch, desperate for release, utterly useless at thinking of anything else. 

“This is for you, angel,” V smirked, once again running his hand over his beautifully throbbing cock. “Tell us how you want us to make you cum. Show me how you want this.”

Shifting to your knees, you looked over to Copia, beckoning him towards you by patting the bed.

“Lie down,” you uttered in a ragged voice. Dutifully, he did as you asked, looking over at you expectantly. His cock bobbed against his soft stomach, the tip so red it must be aching by now. Swinging one leg over, you lowered yourself onto his face, lining your sex to his mouth. Immediately his hands flew to your hips, dragging you down to grind against his lips, the vibrations from this moans against your clit sending jolts of pleasure to your core. 

“Come here,” you breathed, ushering V to stand in front of you. Your lips enclosed once more around his cock, this time with such intensity his tip collided with the back of your throat. V let out a groan, much more urgent and strained out as your hands kneaded his muscular thighs. 

As you rode his face, Copia’s delicious noises emboldening you further, you reached behind down to grasp his hand, guiding it downward until he reached his cock, grasping it firmly and pumping wildly. 

Every inch of your skin was alight with pleasure and your mind was clear of any thought besides what was happening to you, what was being done to you. Glancing up, you locked eyes with V, his mouth hanging open as your mouth bobbed against his cock, sucking and twirling your tongue expertly around him. He was already twitching against your lips, his legs beginning to quiver as you picked up the pace.

“Don’t cum,” you ordered, pulling away with a gasping breath. “Either of you. Not yet.”

V let out a slew of curses as you went back to work, sucking him into your wanting mouth while Copia groaned underneath you, immediately releasing his grasp on his cock and returning his hand to massage the curve of your ass. 

You were so close now, knowing you were hitting your peak rapidly, the deep ache in your stomach coiling impossibly tight. You pace quickened against Copia’s mouth, hearing his muffled whimpers against your cunt as he feverishly fucked his tongue against you. Your own cries were escaping now as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose but your movements were becoming more frenzied, losing control over how quickly you sucked V’s cock into your mouth. 

Knowing his own limit and desperate to obey your command, V stepped back, swearing loudly as he knelt beside you, his mouth colliding with yours in a ferocious kiss. That was all it took to push you over the edge as you bore your weight against Copia’s mouth as V’s tongue snaked past your lips. Furiously, your orgasm crashed into you with a force you’d never before felt, crying out like a feral beast as tears streamed down your cheeks while V snarled against your mouth. Copia continued to suck at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, resorting to sliding limply to the side of the bed while two sets of hands carefully guided you down.  

Mewling and whimpering, your limbs felt impossibly heavy, your toes and fingers tingling and numb as you melted against the cool sheets. Copia tucked himself tightly against you, murmuring adorations into your ear as he stroked his hand along your arms while V hovered above you, his knees on either side of you as he massaged the muscles in your legs. With a gulp, you forced yourself to open your eyes.

“Touch yourselves,” you stated boldly. “Both of you.” 

Pressing his forehead against your cheek, Copia reached down, obediently stroking himself as he groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. Still straddling you, V followed suit but his fingers also quickly slid between your folds, sinking into you with miraculous ease. As he fucked into his hand, V nimbly carassing your soaking cunt and coaxing another rising peak from your depths. Turning to face him, you pulled Copia into a passionate kiss, licking your lingering arousal from his lips as he moaned against your mouth, his hand pumping relentlessly along his cock, pressing himself into your side. 

Leaning over you, you could hear V’s moans become more strained, his fingers now stroking your walls with maddening accuracy, hitting every sweet spot deep inside you while his thumb raked against your clit. The three of you were reaching your climaxes simultaneously, the shared cacophony of your cries a beautifully vulgar symphony. Copia was the first to break, with ropes of his release coating your torso in exquisite streams, shuddering and gasping against you. V, determined for your release before his own, drove his fingers into you in a vicious tempo as you cascaded into the throws of pleasure, once again losing yourself entirely. Finally, thick ropes erupted from his cock, delicate pearls falling across your stomach as he nearly collapsed on top of you, a repeated mantra of “fuck, fuck fuck” under his breath. After a moment, he flopped to your side, panting as he stared empty-eyed at the ceiling.

The three of you laid there, fuck-drunk and euphoric, with nothing but the sounds of labored breathing as you came down from your combined highs. Your skin still prickled as your sweat cooled, sore and spent, but so blissfully, blissfully satisfied. After an eternity of silence, Copia spoke.

“Was that what you hoped for, amore?”

“How did we hold up to your expectations?”

You chuckled, holding out a limp hand to each of them. 

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In the hours that followed, a bit of prodding and a lot of bribery finally elicited some answers from a few of the more cooperative Ghouls. Apparently they were under strict orders from the Upper Clergy that the precious resources required to keep the new Papa in his human form was only to be used for the brief time that he was onstage and not a second more. And furthermore, once they returned to the Ministry, their supervision of him was no longer needed as their energies would be better used elsewhere. So basically, he was on his own, or really...they were. There was definitely a learning curve in the early months of their newfound brotherhood. Less of a reunion and more like adopting a feral animal. And Sister Imperator was conveniently absent once he'd arrived, so you and Copia couldn't even get an explanation from her as to why his twin was such a creature, assuming she would have chosen to be forthcoming with such information, or that anything she'd say could be trusted. So you both did your best to care for Perpetua, making it up as you went along. And Copia was right about one thing...they rarely spent another moment apart from that point forward. Wherever he went, his brother was close on his heels, tail wagging excitedly, and to your surprise and delight, Copia didn't seem to mind. If anything it was a welcome distraction from the mundane duties of his position as Frater. And over time Perpetua did seem to absorb mannerisms and behaviors from his twin, becoming a bit tamer, not that Copia could ever have been called a model example of a human being. And even though the creature remained non-verbal, they seemed to have no difficulty communicating. Despite their conversations appearing on the surface to be one-sided, Copia prattling on and on about rats or video games and Perpetua grunting, growling, and chittering in response, they understood each other perfectly. You'd done your fair share of bonding with the new addition to your family as well, doting on him like a mother hen. And Perpetua ate up your attention and affection eagerly, having never had such a nurturing figure in his life before. He snuggled up to you any time you'd let him, purring and wriggling happily as you scratched at his wiry fur and toyed playfully with his soft curls, stroking the spines of his wings that were especially sensitive until he shivered from your loving touch. In a lot of ways it felt like your little family was finally complete, but something, call it women's intuition, told you there was still something missing. You saw the wistful look in his big black eyes when he watched you and your husband in even the most innocuous of tender moments together. You observed the longing glances he gave the pretty Sisters who crossed his path. And on the lucky occasion one of the dared to approach him, to offer him treats or give him tentative head pats, he was over the moon, pinging off the walls and dangling from the rafters until you'd have to secure the help of the Ghouls to get him down. In spite of how contented he was in his new life, you knew he wanted what you and Copia had. He was lonely. .

"He seems quite happy to me, mi amore," Copia whispered, gesturing to where his brother was curled up at the foot of the bed, claws twitching slightly with the thrill of whatever he was chasing in his dreams. "I'm not saying he's not happy with us," you continued. "But there are things that he needs that we can't give him. Think how much happier he could be with a mate." He considered the thought with a slight scowl. It wasn't a subject he enjoyed discussing, the idea of his best friend's attention being drawn elsewhere bittersweet if he was being honest. As usual, you could read his mind. "I know you love him and I know you have decades of lost time to make up for. What your mother did to you, what this entire Ministry did to both of you isn't right or fair, and it's not your fault. You don't have to atone for their cruelty." You saw his breath catch and his fists clench in an effort to control his emotions. "But we do owe it to him to try to make sure he has as much of a normal life as we can." "You are right, of course. But the Sorellas...They are afraid of him," he muttered, massaging the back of his neck as he always did when he was attempting critical thinking. "How are we going to convince some poor young thing to let him paw at them. Even you, amore, have to use the spray bottle on him at least once a week." "Well maybe it's time to do some more concentrated training." You dug a notebook out of your bedside table, ever the notetaker and maker of lists. "I can work with him on how to be a little civilized on a date. Sit in a chair, eat with silverware, use a napkin, that sort of thing. Maybe you can help with the more gentlemanly things...like holding a door open for a lady and not scooting his butt across the carpet. And we really do need to try again to get him used to wearing pants. Having your junk out too soon on a date is just bad manners." Copia nodded emphatically as you scribbled, his spirits visibly lifted. Having a plan was a relief, a lifting of a weight off his shoulders he hadn't realized he'd been carrying. "This is a very good plan. Mia bellissima bambina has such a lovely big brain." He leaned in a kissed the spot under your ear that made you squirm. "And just think, love," you mused aloud as he let his lips trail down the pillar of your neck. "With his focus elsewhere, we might get a little privacy once in a while." "My thoughts exactly, bella donna..." He was just nudging the strap of your nightgown down the slope of your shoulder to bury his face in your decolletage when Perpetua's head popped up, blinking eyes glowing red in the dark. The hunt and sexy time...were over for now. .

In spite of Perpetua's feral nature, he proved to be a quick study. And you were careful to reassure him that you loved him just the way he was, but if he was able to make a more genteel first impression, one of the pretty Sisters he'd been pining for might actually give him the time of day and adore him just as much as you and his brother did. But hopefully...with sex. After a while he was walking upright in public, making the rounds in the Ministry dining hall, resting his head in the laps of friendly Sisters, batting long lashes at them and flashing a sharp-toothed smile in hopes of getting some flirtatious praise and maybe even a morsel from their plate. And it worked like a charm. The girls he fancied were more often than not, sufficiently smitten. Beast or not, the little guy was a charmer. Before long his social calendar was overflowing with encounters, carefully curated of course. Movie nights with spooky horror flicks to make them cling to him for protection and he'd bare his fangs at any monster who dared to scare his companion. Romantic picnics in areas of Primo's garden where you were fairly sure there would be no small animals darting through that he'd be tempted to take off after. You and Copia really had to congratulate yourselves on doing such a good job making him into such a catch. But pretty universally, like clockwork, after a few weeks the budding romance would end abruptly and without any explanation that you knew of. He never had a shortage of appealing girls waiting to be next in line, but his morale was getting noticeably lower each time and you knew it was your duty to figure out what kept going wrong. You did a bit of snooping, coaxing information from the more gossipy Sisters, hoping to figure out why every attempt at a bonded relationship seemed to end when it did. It didn't take long to get answers, and it was really no surprise, the words 'slobber' and 'teeth marks' and the phrase 'to shreds' coming up more than a few times. The overwhelming critique seemed to be that as soon as things got remotely physical, he became unmanageable and downright terrifying. You knew he had a vague knowledge of carnal activities, having walked in on you and your husband on more than one amorous occasion, understanding boundaries not being one of his strong suits. But even though you had virtually no knowledge of his life before coming to the Ministry, you had a terrible suspicion his experience when it came to human coitus was nonexistent. When you relayed all your reconnaissance to Copia he was as heartbroken as you were. Was Perpetua really doomed to be solitary forever? Something had to be done... .

"Ah...AH!...Fucking hell..." "Feel okay, amore?" "His tongue...It's so...So...So long and HOT..." Copia did his best to hold you steady, arms wrapped around you where you reclined in his lap and leaning back against his chest, but Perpetua's tongue was relentless, strong and thick, slick and forked, snaking along your walls and hitting your g-spot with such ease and pressure that was it as unfamiliar and unsettling as it was pushing your body towards climax at a break-neck speed. "Remember you are supposed to be telling him what to do-" "I know...I...I...FUCK..." You'd been quick to instruct Perpetua early on to be more careful with his razor sharp teeth pricking at your sensitive flesh, but once his tongue was inside you the words came like molasses. "Oh my God!!" Your body went rigid, legs shaking violently within the tight grip of his talons. He lapped up your sweet release with a low, rumbling growl, bulging eyes blown wide and the vibrations combined with the continued flicking of his tongue inside you kept the waves coming, not ebbing but feeling like they were only getting stronger. Copia could tell you'd reached your limit, tears streaming down your cheeks as you thrashed in his arms. "Enough, V. Enough!" He tugged roughly on the long curls between his brother's horns and the creature pulled away, reluctant but apologetic, leaving you strangely empty and trembling. He shuffled back a few paces on the bed to watch you with a cocked head and nervously furrowed whiskered brow, clearly worried he'd done some sort of harm to you. Copia left you for a moment, hurrying to get you some water, and left to fend for yourself you'd clamped your legs shut and curled up into a fetal position, sobbing quietly from the overstimulation. Perpetua inched towards you until he was close enough to nudge your shoulder with his snout and give a questioning whine. Your eyes fluttered open and you reached for him, stroking the ruff of thick fur along the curve of his spine and letting him nuzzle into your breasts. "It's okay, Pet. You did so well. Really well. I think you might be a natural." His tail thumped happily against the mattress and his purrs rippled through the soft flesh of your bosom.

"Here, amore." Copia pressed a glass of cold water into your free hand and helped you to sit up even as Perpetua stayed glued to you. "Perhaps we should call it a night, eh? I know this is taking quite a bit out of you-" "Absolutely not," you said sternly. "We agreed that this is the only way he's going to learn. We committed to this and we need to finish what we started." "Okie dokie, you are the boss. Have you, eh, sufficiently recovered?" You took another big swig from your glass before handing it back to him. "I'm ready. Let's do this. Pet, go back to your spot, honey." He leapt obediently from your side and returned to the armchair in the corner where he perched and awaited his next instructions, wings nervously fluttering and eyes blinking fast. "Now, V, we will do just as we did before," Copia explained. "I will demonstrate and then you will get a chance to attempt what you have learned. Okay?" Perpetua nodded and grunted in assent. "And remember what I said before...Mi amore and I have been together for many years and knowing each other's bodies and preferences does not happen overnight. Becoming a good lover requires a gentle touch, careful observance, and a lot of patience." Copia guided you with experienced hands to get on all fours, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I think this position would be appropriate for him to master first, no?" You agreed and posed yourself, spreading your knees wide. He lined the head of his aching, neglected cock up with your slit, muttering to you under his breath. "So nice and wet, amore. How nice of mia fratello to get you so ready for me." He redirected his attention back to the lesson at hand, addressing Perpetua who was wiggling with barely contained excitement in the corner, cocooned tightly in his wings. "Now, you must go slowly. It is better to enter her more slowly than she wants, in which case she can tell you to go harder or faster, than to go too fast which might hurt her." He slid into you with all the exaggerated control he could muster, through your slippery walls until your hips met and you let out a shaky gasp. "Alright, amore?," he asked, stroking your haunches with gloved hands. You nodded, reaching back to give his wrist a reassuring squeeze. "I'm fine, just sensitive." The intensity of the orgasm Perpetua had pulled from you still left you a little rattled. "You're going to have to keep this short and sweet, love. I'm not going to last long and I won't be able to control it..." He gave you a quick pat on the rump before continuing. "And in this position, you can let your hands roam over her body. Explore her thoroughly, and see what makes her react positively." He leaned forward, cupping your breasts and kneading them until you moaned and pulsed back into him. Without stopping he pulled out slowly and pushed into you again even deeper, almost painfully slowly but hard enough to make your toes curl and a shiver run through you. "Fuck's sake, Cardi," you hissed. "Wrap it up, I can't take much more."

His calm was maddening as he continued to instruct his brother while you came apart at the seams. He snaked his arms around you before straightening up, pulling you flush against his chest but holding you still. "See how beautifully she stretches around me...So soft and tight..." The new position was more than you could take, the angle hitting your g-spot too perfectly. "Please...Please, Cardi...," you whimpered pitifully, wriggling in his firm embrace in search of relief and letting your head fall back into the muscular crook of his neck. "Please let me cum..." "You know I would love to, amore, but it is V's turn now." He gave you a tender kiss to your sweat-beaded temple before easing you carefully off his familiar girth and setting you back onto your original position. "Come, fratello. And be very careful with your claws, per favore. Mio tesoro...She is a strong but she is also delicate." He slunk towards you slowly, as if he didn't really trust himself with something so precious, the complete trust with which you offered yourself to him. He rested his paws gently around your waist, long fingers almost able to circle you completely. You felt his swollen, leaky tip press against your entrance and you braced yourself for the onslaught to come. You'd caught enough glimpses of his intimidating size, both flacid and erect, over the months that you knew he was going to physically challenge you to capacity. "See how she drips for you...How she squirms for you...," Copia cooed, petting your back affectionately with one hand and placing the other on his twin's shoulder in encouragement. "Give her what she needs, eh?" Any resistance Perpetua had finally melted and he pushed forward, inching through your snug grip until your body jolted. Your back arched up like a cat from the deep sting and let out a barely restrained yelp. He froze mid-thrust, grunting and looking to his brother with a worried, rapidly blinking expression. "Now when you feel her tense like that, or if you see signs or hear sounds of discomfort, just stay still and let her adjust. She will let you know when she is ready for more," Copia reassured him calmly. "Take the time now to see what she likes...Where she likes to be kissed and touched." Perpetua seemed to consider his options for a moment before leaning down, pressing his hot tongue against your lower back and running it up your spine before latching on, digging his teeth into the meat of your shoulder possessively. And to his chirping delight you moaned, low and animalistic, fisting a the sheets and pushing yourself back until his punishing length was buried to the hilt in your spongy core. Spurred on by your visceral reaction he snarled against you, rearing back and pulling you taut against him just as he'd seen his brother do, making you squeal from the intensity of being so impaled on his cock, clawing at his sinewy arms and clutching at the the spines of his wings a little too hard, gulping air and wordlessly pleading for mercy and for more. "Look in the mirror, fratello," Copia gestured across the room, his voice full of affectionate pride. "Her lovely pussy takes you so well." He started to move, tentatively at first, and the sinful sight of his shaft disappearing into your inviting hole, watching it strain to accommodate him, molding around him, was enough to to shatter whatever restraint he had left.

Perpetua growled loud with his maw buried in your hair, breath coming in hot pants against your neck. You reached back to tangle your fingers through his coarse fur, pulling hard in an attempt to ground yourself through every delicious, synchronized roll of your hips, eyes pressed shut and jaw clenched from the overwhelming pounding against that sensitive spot within. "So...Deep...FUCK..." He adjusted his grip on you to free a claw, pressing the leathery pad against your clit in confident circles until your body bowed against him, a ragged cry echoing through the room as you shook with violent tremors. The fluttering of your tight flesh around him, the quivering of your stomach under his thick palm, it was just as intoxicating as he'd hoped it would be, every bit as euphoric to know he could give you that much pleasure. You felt his rhythm falter and his strong body shudder weakly, and you heard him whimper as he lost himself in you. But you also felt him inflate, just beyond the tight ring of muscle that held him in place. You were just coming down, freefalling from the dizzying height of your own orgasm, barely aware of the steady stream of thick spurting seed erupting inside you when you felt it. And when you were left stretched beyond what you thought yourself capable of you could feel his heartbeat against your back thumping rapidly when a post-coital panic seemed to hit him as you both realized what had happened. "It's okay...We're okay...," you whispered against his drooped ear, releasing your desperate grip on his fur so you could cup the base of his skull and hold him close. "You did so beautifully, Pet...Made me feel so good..." "Bravo, fratello! Very well!" Copia's praised jovially. "You can pull out of her now, nice and slow-" "He can't," you groaned, voice croaky and throat sore from your cries of ecstasy. "His knot...I'm...I'm stuck." "Oh!...Eh...I had forgotten about that...," he chuckled, backing away awkwardly. "Well, while you two...relax, I will run a hot bath and gather some juice and snacks. You have worked very hard and I think tonight has been an tremendous success..." His voice faded out into the distance as you and Perpetua went limp, only held upright by the support of his wings wrapped devotedly around you. .

"How do you feel, mi amore?" You were scrubbed and polished, happily sandwiched between them under a mountain of soft blankets for what was left of the night, Perpetua already snoring loudly against your back. "Exhausted. And sore, but...in a really incredible way. Satanas, C. I thought he was going to split me in half." "Hmph. Should I be jealous?," he sniped, but with a crooked smile peeking through the grimace. You cupped his cheek with a hand that was still a little shaky. "No, love, no. I could never survive a steady diet of that. But it was interesting." You gave your husband and his twin each a tender kiss before snuggling in comfortably between them. "And some lucky size queen Sister is going to be a very happy girl."

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