Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 16-- Mending and Learning
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: R
Category: femslash
Warning: interspecies implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Two of Jaxxon's Twi'leks get to know one another better.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hl
"I heard that Bib Fortuna has a house on the Smuggler's Moon, big as a palace," said Rena.
"But that makes no sense!" Meena objected, tossing her buttery lekku as if they were a banner, about to fly away from her head. "Why would he fetch and carry for Jabba if he owns a palace?"
"Because he isn't Jabba, and the palace isn't where Jabba is. Every rich person serves someone richer. Jabba has many palaces, on many worlds. " The little violet female serenely continued her stitching. She had found that she could indulge her affinity for handwork, in all her unprecedented leisure time aboard the Rabbit's Foot.
It was easy to forget that Meena was actually much older than her, when she could be so naive about the way the worlds worked. Rena's lekku twitched in agitation for a moment, as she remembered some unpleasant lessons she had received already in her brief life, and in Jabba's employ, both on Tatooine and on Nal Hutta.
Resolutely she pushed the memories away, and concentrated on her next stitch.
Back into her mind leaked memories of Meena's face when she had first been brought there, eyes blank and frightened, simple as an infant's.
Meena was mending. The females had decided to pool their labors, taking turns at each task that arose as if there were a major-domo or housemistress among them, even though none of them wished to take charge of the others officially. Lenara, with her upbringing in an aristocratic household, gravitated naturally to authority, but refused to shirk her portion of everyday labors. Tomorrow it would be her turn at mending, and Meena would bring the meals to each cabin. This one, vacated by Kyara, had become an unofficial lounge.
She didn't look simple now. The natural grace with which she held her smooth yellow limbs bespoke intelligence to match. Rena enjoyed sneaking little looks at her, as she pieced together the snapped links of a lekku halter. And if she wasn't mistaken, Meena had been sneaking looks at her, too. Everything seemed to interest Meena; she was glad to be of interest.
Meena was indeed studying her companion, thinking her so young and fresh to act jaded. Well, perhaps it was because she was always so practical when any controversy arose among them, as if settling the more volatile females was an instinct. She must have learned patience, living so long with a sister Meena had always thought insufferable.
Rena differed from the others physically, too. Though there was no question of her being a fellow Twi'lek, her lekku were quite short, reaching only to below her collarbone, and her forehead, as well as other parts of her, were smoothly rounded.
She didn't have the heavy protruding brow of many Twi'leks, and her large eyes were very watery. Also, she had only three fingers on each hand, instead of four, like Meena did. But there was no denying how deft she was with those hands. Niala's fingers were slim and spidery; Lenara's and Lana's tapered like cones--why were there so many variations among Twi'leks? She had seen fellow members of their species all striped and speckled, too! It got Meena wondering how all these variations had come about. There was so much she didn't know, with her scant three years of memories.
When she was done with this lekku halter, she was going to ask Jaxxon how to access the ship's library, now that they all had free time. Maybe she would even learn to read.
"Rena, did you ever learn to read?"
"No. Counting and doing sums is enough for me."
"Oh... How many day-cycles have we been on our way to Nar Shaddaa?"
"Fourteen and two-thirds. And twenty-seven and two-thirds since we left Tatooine."
"And how many day-cycles since you had any sex?"
"Umm... ten and three quarters. It's been a nice change, actually. I used to have to have sex every day at least, and it was more than I liked. Now I don't have sex until I want to. Those couple of times on Roon were just so I wouldn't forget how." Meena couldn't help grinning into her work at that.
"Well, what about having sex with Master Kiffar? Or Jaxxon? Don't you think they are handsome?"
Reena rolled her big violet eyes. They gleamed with extra liquid for a moment. But that was all the sentiment she betrayed.
"I am very grateful to Jaxxon for helping me get away from Tatooine, but he's not really handsome, no... And Kim Kiffar is moist all the time. I would have sex if they asked, but--" her shoulders and lekku shrugged in dismissal.
Listening, Meena was surprised at herself. She was actually glad!-- that Rena was not going to be part of the crowd between her and the young Lepi. She had always enjoyed her times with Jaxxon and his velvety fur. And he smelled nice. Her lekku began coiling in arousal, just at the thought of that musk.
But the other women on board took up so much of Jaxxon's time. Oni liked him because he was green, like her, and often brought her friend Niala along to see him. And Lenara monopolized him at least every other night, as an unstated perogative.
The only one who hadn't pushed herself on him was Aayla, the smuggler's apprentice, and that was probably because her master spent so much time with
Jaxxon himself, and forbade her. The blue girl seemed happy enough with her age-mate, Lana.
Why did she feel so reluctant to go to him, thinking he would be too busy with the others? She had skills enough at the pleasure trade, and a healthy respect for it, and had left it for a time mainly out of curiosity. It wasn't that she felt inferior or less deserving than her sisters on this venture.
Now, she had chosen to go on this wild expedition to Jaxxon's home system on impulse--what impulse? Like Rena, she could say it was gratitude for his aid in getting away from Hutt slavery. And unlike Rena, she had no past to color her with opinions about what was desirable in a lover.
And even for that, she owed him. She sighed a bit with nostalgia, ignoring Rena's curious glance, over the first time she'd been ordered to pleasure him, and hadn't known what to do. How gentle and informative he had been! Later, he had explained how his touch-reading helped him to put her at ease, which was what he required the most. A being whose greatest desire was his partner's pleasure-- how rare was that? Those Roon memory jewels were just showy gadgets, compared to a treasure like him. He said there were whole planets full of beings like him, but that was really hard to conceive of, for Meena.
All she knew was that she had suddenly realized, there in Porkins Restaurant, holding her stylus and order pad, that she wanted him always around. Jaxxon had to be on the planet where she was, or she didn't want to stay. If he were no longer to come in, ordering his usual, chatting with her at slow times, she had no reason to be on dried-out Tatooine. She heard Lenara planning to join him, and could do no less. And it didn't even matter if they had sex! And that was confusing.
Even now, as part of her was urging her to go to him, claim her rightful share of him, she felt as if it would somehow be wrong, if it were not Jaxxon who sought her out. She didn't want to be just another pity shag, only to satisfy her craving for him, although he would never turn her away.
And she found herself saying now to Rena, "Shouldn't we be practicing how to give a Lepi pleasure? After all, they're going to be our main clients very soon." She might nerve herself up to it, if she could pretend it was Rena's idea...
Rena merely rolled her eyes again, and looked at the taller woman, directly in the face, this time. "We will be an exotic curiosity to them. We don't have to actually please them, at least at first..." Then she looked more closely at Meena's restlessness, her generous lekku in motion as if there were a breeze on them, or a tide that they were struggling against.
"What is it, my sister? Something more is troubling you than this." She rose and came over to Meena, pressing her generous bosom against Meena's side, reaching up to touch her lemony cheek.
This was truly her nature, thought Meena. For all her cynicism, Rena was generous-- and compassionate to a sister. She let her lekku twine gently with the shorter violet ones. There were no words she wanted to speak, but she was grateful. She let out a sigh, caught up the little hand, and pressed a kiss into the violet palm.
The round face was immediately graced with a big smile, full of pointy little white fangs. It was really charming, that smile, complete with dimples. One lekku tip snaked out of the yellow one twining it, to touch Meena's golden lips for an instant. Meena smiled, too, to see the shiver that went through her violet companion at the act. She licked out at the retreating lekku and missed, causing them both to giggle. So they touched foreheads. And noses. And lips.
In and out breathed Meena, eyes closed, simply pressing her mouth against the lush lips of Rena. The touch of the soft little lekku within hers was affecting her like a perfume, but slowly she detected the actual perfume of Rena's flesh--like lichen. And she was content, for now, just to breathe it in.
Gently, very gently, Rena's tongue began to trace around her closed lips, seeking and exploring. So she opened them, to let in a deep inhalation, as well as the questing tongue. Rena had a flavor as well-- like flowers and mushrooms. It made her want to taste more.
The little Twi'lek sat herself over one of Meena's legs, now, to rub herself against it. Her knee pressed beguilingly into Meena's sex, and it made a pleasant counterpoint to the interaction of tongues and lekku. They hugged each other closely, Rena's bosom nestling between the smaller points of Meena's. So intent were they, they never noticed when Lana dropped a new pile of mending just inside the door.
Meena luxuriated in the feel of the plump buttocks beneath her hands, so firm and tapering so quickly in to the delicate spine, which she delighted in tracing upward. Rena was bumping herself energetically against her now. It inspired Meena to plunge her tongue more deeply between those plump. purple lips. Moisture there was fountaining out, just for her to drink. She twined her golden lekku more tightly around Rena's short ones, as if to strangle them. Rena gasped, and the girl's body began to shake, and she cried out, right into Meena's mouth, her hips convulsing and thighs shivering.
Never breaking their kiss, she affectionately soothed the smaller female's back, while gently adjusting the rhythm which her own hips were taking against the plump knee. Finally Rena's head fell lazily to her shoulder, and a small hand sneaked down to feel the wetness between Meena's legs.
"You are beautiful, Meena," she murmured, her breasts heaving against the golden flesh of the larger woman's ribs, as she sighed contentedly. Her fingers were tickling and exploring down below, while her face smiled up. Meena smiled down on her , orange eyes warm as sunlight.
"You are beautiful, too," she returned, pressing a kiss to the amethyst brow and wrapping her lekku around the rounded amethyst neck. Then her eyes drifted closed in pleasure, from what amethyst fingers were imparting to a very sensitive place. Abruptly, she thrust herself down onto those fingers, and pulsed out her own release, with a hiss and a smile.
For some time thereafter, they sat still, merely holding one another close. So tightly did they hold one another, the sigh elicited by one's wandering thought was immediately sensed by her companion, and vice versa. The first one to sigh was Rena, and it was met by another pressure of golden lips upon her brow.
"What were you thinking of?" murmured Meena into their companionable stillness.
"Of Lila. It is as if I never knew her until we were parting, and now she is lost to me. I hope she is well."
Meena could sympathize. The Blessing ceremony they had performed for Rena's sister had transformed her before their eyes. It was as if Lila had been waiting for womanhood to truly live in her own body. She wondered what it had been like for her sister, her only family, to bring up the half-alive child in the most challenging of circumstances, and then to leave her behind. She pulled the little violet sister to her even more tightly. If Lila didn't miss this one, she was a fool.
And herself? She missed no one. That was because she had no one to remember. The glitteryll had taken her past away completely, leaving her adrift in slavery, dependent on the mercy of the strangers around her. There was no one in her brief existence since that she would miss-- except Jaxxon. And by following him into the stars, she would not have to miss him, either. That was what triggered her sigh.
"What were you thinking of?" giggled Rena, seeing her smile.
"Of how happy I am to be here. Truthfully, I never want to leave this vessel and step onto a planet. This can be my planet."
"Aha! That is why you want to read-- you want to sit in a lounger and only read about other planets!"
"Perhaps." The little hands were patting her on the belly and back, Rena's round cheek rubbing companionably on her shoulder. She squeezed the girl in return and sighed again. Rena looked up.
"And what were you thinking this time?"
"That I have so much to learn."
One thing she had learned, even in the last few minutes. Though Rena was sweet, she was not Jaxxon. Her longing for soft green fur and big soft hands had not abated at all. She would have to put aside her hesitations and go to him.
"You are a big golden child, sometimes, Meena."
"And you are a big violet sweetmeat." Meena smiled and gave her another lingering kiss, savoring her taste once again, with the dear little face framed by her golden lekku. "Children love sweets, you know." The big liquid eyes threatened to spill, but did not. She let her lekku slowly unwind again. Rena pulled away.
"I --I must finish this," she said, and went back to where her project had been dropped. She seemed embarrassed by Meena's last words. Curiously, Meena lounged against the cabin wall, observing her. In a few moments, Rena was once again absorbed in her stitching.
Meena had a feeling that she had just seen a clue to something important. It was hard for her to understand what it might be, but she did resolve to be extra careful of her little friend. And it was equally hard to know how to do that... she would just have to do her best, as soon as she knew what it was.
Learning. That, at least, she could do something about. She took a deep breath, and went in search of the captain of the Rabbit's Foot.
TBC http://saffic.livejournal.com/68855.html
http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544199104&chapter=16
part17, http://www.livejournal.com/community/je
http://www.livejournal.com/users/hl
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: R
Category: femslash
Warning: interspecies implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Two of Jaxxon's Twi'leks get to know one another better.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hl
"I heard that Bib Fortuna has a house on the Smuggler's Moon, big as a palace," said Rena.
"But that makes no sense!" Meena objected, tossing her buttery lekku as if they were a banner, about to fly away from her head. "Why would he fetch and carry for Jabba if he owns a palace?"
"Because he isn't Jabba, and the palace isn't where Jabba is. Every rich person serves someone richer. Jabba has many palaces, on many worlds. " The little violet female serenely continued her stitching. She had found that she could indulge her affinity for handwork, in all her unprecedented leisure time aboard the Rabbit's Foot.
It was easy to forget that Meena was actually much older than her, when she could be so naive about the way the worlds worked. Rena's lekku twitched in agitation for a moment, as she remembered some unpleasant lessons she had received already in her brief life, and in Jabba's employ, both on Tatooine and on Nal Hutta.
Resolutely she pushed the memories away, and concentrated on her next stitch.
Back into her mind leaked memories of Meena's face when she had first been brought there, eyes blank and frightened, simple as an infant's.
Meena was mending. The females had decided to pool their labors, taking turns at each task that arose as if there were a major-domo or housemistress among them, even though none of them wished to take charge of the others officially. Lenara, with her upbringing in an aristocratic household, gravitated naturally to authority, but refused to shirk her portion of everyday labors. Tomorrow it would be her turn at mending, and Meena would bring the meals to each cabin. This one, vacated by Kyara, had become an unofficial lounge.
She didn't look simple now. The natural grace with which she held her smooth yellow limbs bespoke intelligence to match. Rena enjoyed sneaking little looks at her, as she pieced together the snapped links of a lekku halter. And if she wasn't mistaken, Meena had been sneaking looks at her, too. Everything seemed to interest Meena; she was glad to be of interest.
Meena was indeed studying her companion, thinking her so young and fresh to act jaded. Well, perhaps it was because she was always so practical when any controversy arose among them, as if settling the more volatile females was an instinct. She must have learned patience, living so long with a sister Meena had always thought insufferable.
Rena differed from the others physically, too. Though there was no question of her being a fellow Twi'lek, her lekku were quite short, reaching only to below her collarbone, and her forehead, as well as other parts of her, were smoothly rounded.
She didn't have the heavy protruding brow of many Twi'leks, and her large eyes were very watery. Also, she had only three fingers on each hand, instead of four, like Meena did. But there was no denying how deft she was with those hands. Niala's fingers were slim and spidery; Lenara's and Lana's tapered like cones--why were there so many variations among Twi'leks? She had seen fellow members of their species all striped and speckled, too! It got Meena wondering how all these variations had come about. There was so much she didn't know, with her scant three years of memories.
When she was done with this lekku halter, she was going to ask Jaxxon how to access the ship's library, now that they all had free time. Maybe she would even learn to read.
"Rena, did you ever learn to read?"
"No. Counting and doing sums is enough for me."
"Oh... How many day-cycles have we been on our way to Nar Shaddaa?"
"Fourteen and two-thirds. And twenty-seven and two-thirds since we left Tatooine."
"And how many day-cycles since you had any sex?"
"Umm... ten and three quarters. It's been a nice change, actually. I used to have to have sex every day at least, and it was more than I liked. Now I don't have sex until I want to. Those couple of times on Roon were just so I wouldn't forget how." Meena couldn't help grinning into her work at that.
"Well, what about having sex with Master Kiffar? Or Jaxxon? Don't you think they are handsome?"
Reena rolled her big violet eyes. They gleamed with extra liquid for a moment. But that was all the sentiment she betrayed.
"I am very grateful to Jaxxon for helping me get away from Tatooine, but he's not really handsome, no... And Kim Kiffar is moist all the time. I would have sex if they asked, but--" her shoulders and lekku shrugged in dismissal.
Listening, Meena was surprised at herself. She was actually glad!-- that Rena was not going to be part of the crowd between her and the young Lepi. She had always enjoyed her times with Jaxxon and his velvety fur. And he smelled nice. Her lekku began coiling in arousal, just at the thought of that musk.
But the other women on board took up so much of Jaxxon's time. Oni liked him because he was green, like her, and often brought her friend Niala along to see him. And Lenara monopolized him at least every other night, as an unstated perogative.
The only one who hadn't pushed herself on him was Aayla, the smuggler's apprentice, and that was probably because her master spent so much time with
Jaxxon himself, and forbade her. The blue girl seemed happy enough with her age-mate, Lana.
Why did she feel so reluctant to go to him, thinking he would be too busy with the others? She had skills enough at the pleasure trade, and a healthy respect for it, and had left it for a time mainly out of curiosity. It wasn't that she felt inferior or less deserving than her sisters on this venture.
Now, she had chosen to go on this wild expedition to Jaxxon's home system on impulse--what impulse? Like Rena, she could say it was gratitude for his aid in getting away from Hutt slavery. And unlike Rena, she had no past to color her with opinions about what was desirable in a lover.
And even for that, she owed him. She sighed a bit with nostalgia, ignoring Rena's curious glance, over the first time she'd been ordered to pleasure him, and hadn't known what to do. How gentle and informative he had been! Later, he had explained how his touch-reading helped him to put her at ease, which was what he required the most. A being whose greatest desire was his partner's pleasure-- how rare was that? Those Roon memory jewels were just showy gadgets, compared to a treasure like him. He said there were whole planets full of beings like him, but that was really hard to conceive of, for Meena.
All she knew was that she had suddenly realized, there in Porkins Restaurant, holding her stylus and order pad, that she wanted him always around. Jaxxon had to be on the planet where she was, or she didn't want to stay. If he were no longer to come in, ordering his usual, chatting with her at slow times, she had no reason to be on dried-out Tatooine. She heard Lenara planning to join him, and could do no less. And it didn't even matter if they had sex! And that was confusing.
Even now, as part of her was urging her to go to him, claim her rightful share of him, she felt as if it would somehow be wrong, if it were not Jaxxon who sought her out. She didn't want to be just another pity shag, only to satisfy her craving for him, although he would never turn her away.
And she found herself saying now to Rena, "Shouldn't we be practicing how to give a Lepi pleasure? After all, they're going to be our main clients very soon." She might nerve herself up to it, if she could pretend it was Rena's idea...
Rena merely rolled her eyes again, and looked at the taller woman, directly in the face, this time. "We will be an exotic curiosity to them. We don't have to actually please them, at least at first..." Then she looked more closely at Meena's restlessness, her generous lekku in motion as if there were a breeze on them, or a tide that they were struggling against.
"What is it, my sister? Something more is troubling you than this." She rose and came over to Meena, pressing her generous bosom against Meena's side, reaching up to touch her lemony cheek.
This was truly her nature, thought Meena. For all her cynicism, Rena was generous-- and compassionate to a sister. She let her lekku twine gently with the shorter violet ones. There were no words she wanted to speak, but she was grateful. She let out a sigh, caught up the little hand, and pressed a kiss into the violet palm.
The round face was immediately graced with a big smile, full of pointy little white fangs. It was really charming, that smile, complete with dimples. One lekku tip snaked out of the yellow one twining it, to touch Meena's golden lips for an instant. Meena smiled, too, to see the shiver that went through her violet companion at the act. She licked out at the retreating lekku and missed, causing them both to giggle. So they touched foreheads. And noses. And lips.
In and out breathed Meena, eyes closed, simply pressing her mouth against the lush lips of Rena. The touch of the soft little lekku within hers was affecting her like a perfume, but slowly she detected the actual perfume of Rena's flesh--like lichen. And she was content, for now, just to breathe it in.
Gently, very gently, Rena's tongue began to trace around her closed lips, seeking and exploring. So she opened them, to let in a deep inhalation, as well as the questing tongue. Rena had a flavor as well-- like flowers and mushrooms. It made her want to taste more.
The little Twi'lek sat herself over one of Meena's legs, now, to rub herself against it. Her knee pressed beguilingly into Meena's sex, and it made a pleasant counterpoint to the interaction of tongues and lekku. They hugged each other closely, Rena's bosom nestling between the smaller points of Meena's. So intent were they, they never noticed when Lana dropped a new pile of mending just inside the door.
Meena luxuriated in the feel of the plump buttocks beneath her hands, so firm and tapering so quickly in to the delicate spine, which she delighted in tracing upward. Rena was bumping herself energetically against her now. It inspired Meena to plunge her tongue more deeply between those plump. purple lips. Moisture there was fountaining out, just for her to drink. She twined her golden lekku more tightly around Rena's short ones, as if to strangle them. Rena gasped, and the girl's body began to shake, and she cried out, right into Meena's mouth, her hips convulsing and thighs shivering.
Never breaking their kiss, she affectionately soothed the smaller female's back, while gently adjusting the rhythm which her own hips were taking against the plump knee. Finally Rena's head fell lazily to her shoulder, and a small hand sneaked down to feel the wetness between Meena's legs.
"You are beautiful, Meena," she murmured, her breasts heaving against the golden flesh of the larger woman's ribs, as she sighed contentedly. Her fingers were tickling and exploring down below, while her face smiled up. Meena smiled down on her , orange eyes warm as sunlight.
"You are beautiful, too," she returned, pressing a kiss to the amethyst brow and wrapping her lekku around the rounded amethyst neck. Then her eyes drifted closed in pleasure, from what amethyst fingers were imparting to a very sensitive place. Abruptly, she thrust herself down onto those fingers, and pulsed out her own release, with a hiss and a smile.
For some time thereafter, they sat still, merely holding one another close. So tightly did they hold one another, the sigh elicited by one's wandering thought was immediately sensed by her companion, and vice versa. The first one to sigh was Rena, and it was met by another pressure of golden lips upon her brow.
"What were you thinking of?" murmured Meena into their companionable stillness.
"Of Lila. It is as if I never knew her until we were parting, and now she is lost to me. I hope she is well."
Meena could sympathize. The Blessing ceremony they had performed for Rena's sister had transformed her before their eyes. It was as if Lila had been waiting for womanhood to truly live in her own body. She wondered what it had been like for her sister, her only family, to bring up the half-alive child in the most challenging of circumstances, and then to leave her behind. She pulled the little violet sister to her even more tightly. If Lila didn't miss this one, she was a fool.
And herself? She missed no one. That was because she had no one to remember. The glitteryll had taken her past away completely, leaving her adrift in slavery, dependent on the mercy of the strangers around her. There was no one in her brief existence since that she would miss-- except Jaxxon. And by following him into the stars, she would not have to miss him, either. That was what triggered her sigh.
"What were you thinking of?" giggled Rena, seeing her smile.
"Of how happy I am to be here. Truthfully, I never want to leave this vessel and step onto a planet. This can be my planet."
"Aha! That is why you want to read-- you want to sit in a lounger and only read about other planets!"
"Perhaps." The little hands were patting her on the belly and back, Rena's round cheek rubbing companionably on her shoulder. She squeezed the girl in return and sighed again. Rena looked up.
"And what were you thinking this time?"
"That I have so much to learn."
One thing she had learned, even in the last few minutes. Though Rena was sweet, she was not Jaxxon. Her longing for soft green fur and big soft hands had not abated at all. She would have to put aside her hesitations and go to him.
"You are a big golden child, sometimes, Meena."
"And you are a big violet sweetmeat." Meena smiled and gave her another lingering kiss, savoring her taste once again, with the dear little face framed by her golden lekku. "Children love sweets, you know." The big liquid eyes threatened to spill, but did not. She let her lekku slowly unwind again. Rena pulled away.
"I --I must finish this," she said, and went back to where her project had been dropped. She seemed embarrassed by Meena's last words. Curiously, Meena lounged against the cabin wall, observing her. In a few moments, Rena was once again absorbed in her stitching.
Meena had a feeling that she had just seen a clue to something important. It was hard for her to understand what it might be, but she did resolve to be extra careful of her little friend. And it was equally hard to know how to do that... she would just have to do her best, as soon as she knew what it was.
Learning. That, at least, she could do something about. She took a deep breath, and went in search of the captain of the Rabbit's Foot.
TBC http://saffic.livejournal.com/68855.html
http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544199104&chapter=16
part17, http://www.livejournal.com/community/je
http://www.livejournal.com/users/hl
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