Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 22 -- My Bunny
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash, het, threesome
Warning: interspecies, spanking
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Lenara has an appreciative audience in the smuggling partners.
The girls were all out making money on Kiffex.
Though not on the prowl herself, Aayla was along as bodyguard, and to monitor the local traffic in illegal substances, that might provide a clue to the glitteryll suppliers. Plenty of legal offworld goods made their way here as well; even if the Guardians kept officially aloof from them, there were plenty of spacers' haunts and hangouts, where Jaxxon's crew made a refreshing change from the locals. Kiffex did not see many Twi'leks settling in, even in the service sector.
One exception was Ree's Cantina, run by Ree Komad. He took one look at Niala's blood-red eyes and charcoal lekku, and let all the girls in free. Niala showed her gratitude in kind-- and when they emerged from his office, he allowed Lenara to dance and Oni to sing and play, for however long they were "dirt-side". The others were free to work the customers thus attracted. And Niala made the posters that quickly were put up outside.
Niala's natural ability to set folk at ease was shown to best effect with her new mentor, Ree. True, he was beginning to age, and was as mottled as a Pa'lowick, but he was a fellow Twi'lek, and appreciated women from "home". After a few visits, to see that the clientele were treating his ladies right, Jaxxon preferred to stay at home in his ship, secure in the knowledge that Komad was keeping a fatherly eye upon them all.
Quin, too, seemed inclined to keep out of the purview of his fellow Guardians on his homeworld, where Jedi were not popular, letting Aayla be his eyes while waiting for his superior, the Master Tholme. He also said that he found the Dark Side emanations, from all that Sith archaeology, opressive. Whatever; Jaxxon took his word for it. As long as he kept his gauntlets on, which he would have anyway, nothing much bothered him about Kiffex. But it did mean that Quin was underfoot, and driving him nuts.
Too many times, recently, when he was trying to enjoy a novel, or a nap, or work on Foot's astrogation equation archive, there would be a Kiffar trying to sneak into his head. The man was sure to justify it as training his shields, every time. But it wasn't as if they didn't have enough sex, was it? Hutch-- there was more to existence than orgasm for this Lepi; at least he flattered himself that there was.
"For Krif's sake, man, I'm trying to do math over here!" He glared accross the lounge at the Kiffar Jedi. His eyes were closed in meditation, not that this made any difference. That innocent blankness on the tattooed face was an obvious facade. And since he was out of reach, Jaxxon couldn't retaliate via touch-reading. He sighed, and bent over the datapad again.
"Where's my Bunny?"
With another sigh, he abandoned the datapad entirely. Lenara was in some kind of diva mood, and using their private code for something needing his personal attention.
Moments later, the nima-orange Twi'lek beauty stormed into the lounge, lekku twitching like felines' tails.
"They are scum! Dregs! Lame gundarks!" Her caramel eyes shot sparks as she paced ferociously. "They don't know art or beauty when they see it; they only just suck up the sexual like mynocks!"
"I assume the show at Ree's didn't go well?"
"They are grubs! Fungus with legs!"
"What do you expect? They're spacers, my lady." Even if she was clearly asking for punishment, calling him That Name in front of his partner, he was not going to reciprocate, this time. He was too annoyed himself. She was going to get her full Lethan title from him, this time.
Lenara's frantic pacing gradually slowed, once she took the time to fully inhale between the epithets she continued to spew, in Basic, Huttese, and Twi'lek, for the next few minutes. At last she was able to stand still and just breathe fully in and out, under the Lepi's tolerant gaze.
"I was hoping that in your Coachelle System, where we are supposed to be heading, that I could be less of Lady Lenara the dominatrix, and more of Lenara Olan, the dancer." Sighing, she came at last within reach of his soft green hands, each as big as one of her buttocks, letting herself be pulled in for comforting.
"We just haven't got there yet," he soothed, seating her on his lap and petting her. "It'll happen." One big green finger stroked her cheek.
"It had better happen," she murmured, her flower petal lips curving deliciously, as her lekku snaked towards his ears. He flicked them out of range just in time, with a toothy grin.
"Okay. One thing, though," he continued, his tongue poking between his teeth seductively. "You called me Bunny--" his finger tilted her chin up-- " in front of Kim."
Chin still held high, her eyes slid to the side. Sure enough, there was the captain's smuggling partner, seated still as a statue in the corner. How could she have not noticed him? His burning eyes above the yellow stripe, beneath the beetling brow, were fixed directly upon them. No matter. She didn't mind an audience.
"Bunny," she said, directly into Jaxxon's face. "Bunny bunny bunny bunny bunny."
In a flash her hands were pinned behind her, by one of his. He pulled her to her knees between his legs, nostrils flaring wide, whiskers bristling in all directions from his muzzle like rays of a sea star. His other hand tore down her g-string and gauze dancing costume to expose her full derriere.
Bending her over one knee, he administered one stinging slap. She gasped, eyes on Kim, trying to discern some reaction in the onlooker. There was none.
Another slap, to the other buttock. Her breasts were mashed against Jaxxon's well-muscled thigh, the nipples pinched pleasantly. She could feel his huge erection beginning to press against her waist. Still, no reaction from Kim, just a glitter in those midnight eyes.
Two more slaps, then a pause. Jaxxon's hand ghosted lightly above her ass, feeling the heat the treatment had engendered, slipping between to assess her wetness. She moaned and wriggled, already slick. "Quiet," he ordered, licking his lips.
Another slap. Lenara limited herelf to a mere gasp. She thought she saw Kim's nostrils twitch.
"Your punishment is going to be--" said Jaxxon, punctuating his announcement with a final ringing slap, "--that we share you. Just so you aren't surprised." And he lifted his spanking hand to her wildly gyrating lekku, letting one curl completely around his arm. Using the connection to guide her upward, recapturing her hands at the small of her back, he lifted her up for a passionate kiss.
The spicy taste of Lenara's lips drove his tongue to dive deep into her mouth, heedless of her needle-sharp white fangs. Her own tongue welcomed his larger one; it was as pointy as a lizard's, and knew many ways to make his tongue feel at home. Her wide lips ground gently against the fine hairs surrounding his mouth, flooding him with her desire for him, her certainty of mastery of his pleasure.
He pulled away at last, and released her hands. "Unzip me," he commanded huskily. She made the chore last, undulating her whole body against his as the space suit's fastenings released under her touch, tooth by tooth, until he was groaning with impatient lust, and his phallus finally sprang out into the air.
With a growl he spun her round and put the huge dribbling head of it at her entrance, between those ripe buttocks. From the front of her he spread her legs wide over his, the ruins of her gauze pants dangling from one foot, so that air tickled her hot folds; then he thrust in.
Lenara moaned at the first breach and braced herself upon the long Lepi thighs, back arching, lekku thrashing in pleasure. Briefly she felt the giant green fingers again, rubbing soothingly over the nub that was her seat of sensation. Her insides gave an appreciative squeeze to his turgid length, that would only go part-way into her at the best of times. Jaxxon gave a twitch in return, that threatened to overload her self-control immediately. But that wasn't what he had in store for her now.
"C'mere, Kim," he said to the human, licking his lips seductively. Master Kim rose and walked over, shedding his belt on the way with a clank. He let one of the big green hands steal into his opened tunic to play with the nipples on his smooth chest. Jaxxon could feel that chest beginning to heave with arousal. He thought hard, knowing the man's telepathic ability would catch it all--
You are in a rut, you Jedi asshole, bothering me all the time. You pretend you only like guys, but I know better. I can feel how right I am, right now. You can take us both, and she'll never know that your mind is making love to the Lepi part of me. Go on now, touch my incredible Lenara. Enjoy. That's right, get those pants out of the way...
The first thing the Kiffar did was step out of his pants, to let Jaxxon fondle his brick red balls as he pressed a kiss to the smooth green forehead. Then he went around to bend over before the bright orange Twi'lek, taking hold of her by the nipples, right through her halter. At the startling tweak, Lenara came, shuddering around Jaxxon. He laughed aloud in triumph , and began to thrust into her in earnest.
She could not know that his subsequent jet of come into her hole was due in large part to a certain Jedi infiltration of his pleasure centers. All she knew was that the Kiffar had undone the clasps of her halter and pushed it aside, to grasp a breast in each wrapped hand. For some reason the heat of his hands was indescribably, deliciously relaxing, after the punishment the other end of her had taken.
She clenched herself a few more times around Jaxxon, to make sure he was sated enough to pull away from her body easily. Then she allowed the subtle, relentless pressure being exerted upon her breasts to push her upright, until her legs and chest faced forward.
Kim Kiffar knelt before her, eyes appreciative. Experimentally he licked the nipples protruding from between his fingers. She let her flame-pointed talons, enameled deep green, toy with his wooly black locks. She saw his nostrils arch wide again, as he became fully aware of her scent.
Then suddenly his face was grinding into her groin; he was lapping up the free-flowing juices left over from the previous love-making. She moaned and thrashed, held only by Jaxxon's hands upon her lekku. This man knew how to eat out a woman! He had hauled her knees onto his shoulders now, the better to consume her. Her green enameled toenails were waving behind him, a show for Jaxxon's amusement.
Jaxxon was certainly amused, and aroused., by the flying limbs of Lenara in the embrace of his partner. He remembered that wooly head being between his own legs, and stiffened in appreciation against Lenara's back. He had her by the lekku, her reins, all his to torture. His long wet tongue slurped in the lekku tip that he pulled back to his lips. Tschin, or was it Tschun?-- he couldn't remember which was which-- immediately sent its mistress into new spasms of release.
It was Quinlan Vos the Jedi, not Kim Kiffar the smuggler, who met his eyes over the ecstatically convulsing Lenara. The creamy juices on that rough-shaven, jutting chin were not only hers... Jaxxon felt the nudge at his mind again, and this time let it in willingly. The man buried his shaft into the Twi'lek, and his mind into Jaxxon. Completely overwhelmed with bliss, Jaxxon coated her orange back with Lepi come as he reflexively hauled her, and perforce him as well, closer to his furry chest.
Every subsequent thrust by the brick brown human drove Lenara hard against him. She would have been amused to see her expressions of pleasure exactly duplicated on the face of the Lepi holding her. Jaxxon was privy to the sensations of the penetrator, through his mind, and the penetrated, directly through his own fur. Oh, yeah. He was so fucked, and he loved it.
At first Lenara remained relaxed and passive between them, recovering from her own pleasure. But slowly the excitement built up in her again. She entwined one lekku with Jaxxon's fingers, causing him to gasp and her to smile. Her other wound around the Kiffar's shoulders. But the extra sensation, instead of causing him to speed up as she'd expected, made him pause, to feast on her again with his eyes. One wrapped arm rose between them to flick lightly over her lush nipples, until she writhed and clenched around his shaft again. She knew she was beautiful, but never tired of more admiration.
Then those dark eyes were raised up under that heavy brow, to rest on the Lepi behind her. She felt the two chests, one smooth and one furry, closing in around her as the males' lips met, and locked. The human's pounding into her began again, this time wild and uncontrolled. The huge Lepi shaft wedged between her buttocks also began to thrust, into the slickness it had already spread over her back. Wonderingly she put a hand down to touch it, that giant pizzle she'd lavished such attention on so many times before this.
The man inside her began to shudder, and pulled his mouth away to arch his back and cry out. The Lepi's organ began to spurt and twitch in her hand. Lenara's lips skinned back from her pointy teeth in triumph-- satisfied customers. She kept still, out of respect for their bliss.
As soon as the Kiffar's manhood shrank away from her, she slithered out from between them, leaving them collapsed on one another, while she made good time toward the fresher with the remnants of her clothes. An audience with good taste-- she'd really needed that.
Back in the lounge, Jaxxon languidly rubbed the man's face into the spunk on his belly, to which the man had no objections at all, and then raised him up by the shoulders to lick him clean. Quin chuckled, letting him do all the work.
"She's really something."
"Yeah," answered Jaxxon, between licks. "I'm proud to be her Bunny, really."
"Put it on your resume. 'Bunny to Lady Lenara Olan'."
"Ha, ha. Very funny, boss, to quote my AI... I just don't want everybody calling the captain that, okay, man?"
"Okay, Lepi."
But Jaxxon was still troubled about the way the sex had gone. Sure, Quin had liked her well enough, but he'd still mainly wanted this, the Lepi love. Was somebody's heart gonna get bent out of shape, when the time came? And it better not be Jaxxon's. Not again.
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash, het, threesome
Warning: interspecies, spanking
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Lenara has an appreciative audience in the smuggling partners.
The girls were all out making money on Kiffex.
Though not on the prowl herself, Aayla was along as bodyguard, and to monitor the local traffic in illegal substances, that might provide a clue to the glitteryll suppliers. Plenty of legal offworld goods made their way here as well; even if the Guardians kept officially aloof from them, there were plenty of spacers' haunts and hangouts, where Jaxxon's crew made a refreshing change from the locals. Kiffex did not see many Twi'leks settling in, even in the service sector.
One exception was Ree's Cantina, run by Ree Komad. He took one look at Niala's blood-red eyes and charcoal lekku, and let all the girls in free. Niala showed her gratitude in kind-- and when they emerged from his office, he allowed Lenara to dance and Oni to sing and play, for however long they were "dirt-side". The others were free to work the customers thus attracted. And Niala made the posters that quickly were put up outside.
Niala's natural ability to set folk at ease was shown to best effect with her new mentor, Ree. True, he was beginning to age, and was as mottled as a Pa'lowick, but he was a fellow Twi'lek, and appreciated women from "home". After a few visits, to see that the clientele were treating his ladies right, Jaxxon preferred to stay at home in his ship, secure in the knowledge that Komad was keeping a fatherly eye upon them all.
Quin, too, seemed inclined to keep out of the purview of his fellow Guardians on his homeworld, where Jedi were not popular, letting Aayla be his eyes while waiting for his superior, the Master Tholme. He also said that he found the Dark Side emanations, from all that Sith archaeology, opressive. Whatever; Jaxxon took his word for it. As long as he kept his gauntlets on, which he would have anyway, nothing much bothered him about Kiffex. But it did mean that Quin was underfoot, and driving him nuts.
Too many times, recently, when he was trying to enjoy a novel, or a nap, or work on Foot's astrogation equation archive, there would be a Kiffar trying to sneak into his head. The man was sure to justify it as training his shields, every time. But it wasn't as if they didn't have enough sex, was it? Hutch-- there was more to existence than orgasm for this Lepi; at least he flattered himself that there was.
"For Krif's sake, man, I'm trying to do math over here!" He glared accross the lounge at the Kiffar Jedi. His eyes were closed in meditation, not that this made any difference. That innocent blankness on the tattooed face was an obvious facade. And since he was out of reach, Jaxxon couldn't retaliate via touch-reading. He sighed, and bent over the datapad again.
"Where's my Bunny?"
With another sigh, he abandoned the datapad entirely. Lenara was in some kind of diva mood, and using their private code for something needing his personal attention.
Moments later, the nima-orange Twi'lek beauty stormed into the lounge, lekku twitching like felines' tails.
"They are scum! Dregs! Lame gundarks!" Her caramel eyes shot sparks as she paced ferociously. "They don't know art or beauty when they see it; they only just suck up the sexual like mynocks!"
"I assume the show at Ree's didn't go well?"
"They are grubs! Fungus with legs!"
"What do you expect? They're spacers, my lady." Even if she was clearly asking for punishment, calling him That Name in front of his partner, he was not going to reciprocate, this time. He was too annoyed himself. She was going to get her full Lethan title from him, this time.
Lenara's frantic pacing gradually slowed, once she took the time to fully inhale between the epithets she continued to spew, in Basic, Huttese, and Twi'lek, for the next few minutes. At last she was able to stand still and just breathe fully in and out, under the Lepi's tolerant gaze.
"I was hoping that in your Coachelle System, where we are supposed to be heading, that I could be less of Lady Lenara the dominatrix, and more of Lenara Olan, the dancer." Sighing, she came at last within reach of his soft green hands, each as big as one of her buttocks, letting herself be pulled in for comforting.
"We just haven't got there yet," he soothed, seating her on his lap and petting her. "It'll happen." One big green finger stroked her cheek.
"It had better happen," she murmured, her flower petal lips curving deliciously, as her lekku snaked towards his ears. He flicked them out of range just in time, with a toothy grin.
"Okay. One thing, though," he continued, his tongue poking between his teeth seductively. "You called me Bunny--" his finger tilted her chin up-- " in front of Kim."
Chin still held high, her eyes slid to the side. Sure enough, there was the captain's smuggling partner, seated still as a statue in the corner. How could she have not noticed him? His burning eyes above the yellow stripe, beneath the beetling brow, were fixed directly upon them. No matter. She didn't mind an audience.
"Bunny," she said, directly into Jaxxon's face. "Bunny bunny bunny bunny bunny."
In a flash her hands were pinned behind her, by one of his. He pulled her to her knees between his legs, nostrils flaring wide, whiskers bristling in all directions from his muzzle like rays of a sea star. His other hand tore down her g-string and gauze dancing costume to expose her full derriere.
Bending her over one knee, he administered one stinging slap. She gasped, eyes on Kim, trying to discern some reaction in the onlooker. There was none.
Another slap, to the other buttock. Her breasts were mashed against Jaxxon's well-muscled thigh, the nipples pinched pleasantly. She could feel his huge erection beginning to press against her waist. Still, no reaction from Kim, just a glitter in those midnight eyes.
Two more slaps, then a pause. Jaxxon's hand ghosted lightly above her ass, feeling the heat the treatment had engendered, slipping between to assess her wetness. She moaned and wriggled, already slick. "Quiet," he ordered, licking his lips.
Another slap. Lenara limited herelf to a mere gasp. She thought she saw Kim's nostrils twitch.
"Your punishment is going to be--" said Jaxxon, punctuating his announcement with a final ringing slap, "--that we share you. Just so you aren't surprised." And he lifted his spanking hand to her wildly gyrating lekku, letting one curl completely around his arm. Using the connection to guide her upward, recapturing her hands at the small of her back, he lifted her up for a passionate kiss.
The spicy taste of Lenara's lips drove his tongue to dive deep into her mouth, heedless of her needle-sharp white fangs. Her own tongue welcomed his larger one; it was as pointy as a lizard's, and knew many ways to make his tongue feel at home. Her wide lips ground gently against the fine hairs surrounding his mouth, flooding him with her desire for him, her certainty of mastery of his pleasure.
He pulled away at last, and released her hands. "Unzip me," he commanded huskily. She made the chore last, undulating her whole body against his as the space suit's fastenings released under her touch, tooth by tooth, until he was groaning with impatient lust, and his phallus finally sprang out into the air.
With a growl he spun her round and put the huge dribbling head of it at her entrance, between those ripe buttocks. From the front of her he spread her legs wide over his, the ruins of her gauze pants dangling from one foot, so that air tickled her hot folds; then he thrust in.
Lenara moaned at the first breach and braced herself upon the long Lepi thighs, back arching, lekku thrashing in pleasure. Briefly she felt the giant green fingers again, rubbing soothingly over the nub that was her seat of sensation. Her insides gave an appreciative squeeze to his turgid length, that would only go part-way into her at the best of times. Jaxxon gave a twitch in return, that threatened to overload her self-control immediately. But that wasn't what he had in store for her now.
"C'mere, Kim," he said to the human, licking his lips seductively. Master Kim rose and walked over, shedding his belt on the way with a clank. He let one of the big green hands steal into his opened tunic to play with the nipples on his smooth chest. Jaxxon could feel that chest beginning to heave with arousal. He thought hard, knowing the man's telepathic ability would catch it all--
You are in a rut, you Jedi asshole, bothering me all the time. You pretend you only like guys, but I know better. I can feel how right I am, right now. You can take us both, and she'll never know that your mind is making love to the Lepi part of me. Go on now, touch my incredible Lenara. Enjoy. That's right, get those pants out of the way...
The first thing the Kiffar did was step out of his pants, to let Jaxxon fondle his brick red balls as he pressed a kiss to the smooth green forehead. Then he went around to bend over before the bright orange Twi'lek, taking hold of her by the nipples, right through her halter. At the startling tweak, Lenara came, shuddering around Jaxxon. He laughed aloud in triumph , and began to thrust into her in earnest.
She could not know that his subsequent jet of come into her hole was due in large part to a certain Jedi infiltration of his pleasure centers. All she knew was that the Kiffar had undone the clasps of her halter and pushed it aside, to grasp a breast in each wrapped hand. For some reason the heat of his hands was indescribably, deliciously relaxing, after the punishment the other end of her had taken.
She clenched herself a few more times around Jaxxon, to make sure he was sated enough to pull away from her body easily. Then she allowed the subtle, relentless pressure being exerted upon her breasts to push her upright, until her legs and chest faced forward.
Kim Kiffar knelt before her, eyes appreciative. Experimentally he licked the nipples protruding from between his fingers. She let her flame-pointed talons, enameled deep green, toy with his wooly black locks. She saw his nostrils arch wide again, as he became fully aware of her scent.
Then suddenly his face was grinding into her groin; he was lapping up the free-flowing juices left over from the previous love-making. She moaned and thrashed, held only by Jaxxon's hands upon her lekku. This man knew how to eat out a woman! He had hauled her knees onto his shoulders now, the better to consume her. Her green enameled toenails were waving behind him, a show for Jaxxon's amusement.
Jaxxon was certainly amused, and aroused., by the flying limbs of Lenara in the embrace of his partner. He remembered that wooly head being between his own legs, and stiffened in appreciation against Lenara's back. He had her by the lekku, her reins, all his to torture. His long wet tongue slurped in the lekku tip that he pulled back to his lips. Tschin, or was it Tschun?-- he couldn't remember which was which-- immediately sent its mistress into new spasms of release.
It was Quinlan Vos the Jedi, not Kim Kiffar the smuggler, who met his eyes over the ecstatically convulsing Lenara. The creamy juices on that rough-shaven, jutting chin were not only hers... Jaxxon felt the nudge at his mind again, and this time let it in willingly. The man buried his shaft into the Twi'lek, and his mind into Jaxxon. Completely overwhelmed with bliss, Jaxxon coated her orange back with Lepi come as he reflexively hauled her, and perforce him as well, closer to his furry chest.
Every subsequent thrust by the brick brown human drove Lenara hard against him. She would have been amused to see her expressions of pleasure exactly duplicated on the face of the Lepi holding her. Jaxxon was privy to the sensations of the penetrator, through his mind, and the penetrated, directly through his own fur. Oh, yeah. He was so fucked, and he loved it.
At first Lenara remained relaxed and passive between them, recovering from her own pleasure. But slowly the excitement built up in her again. She entwined one lekku with Jaxxon's fingers, causing him to gasp and her to smile. Her other wound around the Kiffar's shoulders. But the extra sensation, instead of causing him to speed up as she'd expected, made him pause, to feast on her again with his eyes. One wrapped arm rose between them to flick lightly over her lush nipples, until she writhed and clenched around his shaft again. She knew she was beautiful, but never tired of more admiration.
Then those dark eyes were raised up under that heavy brow, to rest on the Lepi behind her. She felt the two chests, one smooth and one furry, closing in around her as the males' lips met, and locked. The human's pounding into her began again, this time wild and uncontrolled. The huge Lepi shaft wedged between her buttocks also began to thrust, into the slickness it had already spread over her back. Wonderingly she put a hand down to touch it, that giant pizzle she'd lavished such attention on so many times before this.
The man inside her began to shudder, and pulled his mouth away to arch his back and cry out. The Lepi's organ began to spurt and twitch in her hand. Lenara's lips skinned back from her pointy teeth in triumph-- satisfied customers. She kept still, out of respect for their bliss.
As soon as the Kiffar's manhood shrank away from her, she slithered out from between them, leaving them collapsed on one another, while she made good time toward the fresher with the remnants of her clothes. An audience with good taste-- she'd really needed that.
Back in the lounge, Jaxxon languidly rubbed the man's face into the spunk on his belly, to which the man had no objections at all, and then raised him up by the shoulders to lick him clean. Quin chuckled, letting him do all the work.
"She's really something."
"Yeah," answered Jaxxon, between licks. "I'm proud to be her Bunny, really."
"Put it on your resume. 'Bunny to Lady Lenara Olan'."
"Ha, ha. Very funny, boss, to quote my AI... I just don't want everybody calling the captain that, okay, man?"
"Okay, Lepi."
But Jaxxon was still troubled about the way the sex had gone. Sure, Quin had liked her well enough, but he'd still mainly wanted this, the Lepi love. Was somebody's heart gonna get bent out of shape, when the time came? And it better not be Jaxxon's. Not again.
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