AN: Sorry you all had to wait so long for such a meager chapter. (Hopefully the next won't take so long.) But to help make it better, I've rewritten all the previous chapters, fixed some issues, and added an expanded weapon system. (Let's hope that none of it gets replaced with broken computer code this time.)
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Overlord: Darker Legends.
Chapter 11: Sidequests.
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Jolene had never even dreamed of experiencing anything like this before. She was on her back, with the Overlord Valgaav on top of her, and she was getting fucked harder than she ever dared to fantasize. Normally when arachnes mate, they have to take the man by force, as there were virtually no men who'd willingly fuck a spider girl, and they'd hold him down on his back using spiderwebs, get on top, and ride him, doing all the work themselves. And more often than not, they'd have to inject the man with something to make him hard. But Valgaav was completely different. Out of all the girls there, he chose to start with Jolene, took the lead, practically raped her, and she loved every second of it.
He pushed until his manhood was fully buried inside Jolene's cunt, bottoming out her womanhood. The two moaned as Valgaav began to move, his cock slowing moving in and out of Jolene while he cupped her firm melons in his hands. Their sweaty bodies rubbing together, Valgaav sped up his pace, his hips smacking against Jolene's. The woman arched her back and cried out as he hit her sweet spots, her body in full rapture. The bed shook as his thrusts became stronger. He lied down on top of her, pressing his chest into her bouncing breasts, and she gave a slight groan as her hardened nipples rubbed against his skin.
She gripped the bed hard as her pussy stretched around his thickness. Wrapping her legs around him, Jolene dragged her nails down Valgaav's back as he fucked her silly, her body craving his cock. His giant rod mercilessly hammered away at her virgin cunt, reforming it to fit his member, while his hands fondled, groped, and manhandled her huge tits. It was sexual euphoria beyond her wildest dreams.
By the time he came inside her, she had already had several orgasms and was completely satisfied. But he didn't stop there. By the time he came a second time, she already had more than she could take. And before he came a third time, she was already begging for mercy, pleading him to stop. Reluctantly he did, and it probably saved her life.
Then it was Ivy's turn. She and Jessica had been watching like hawks as their sister was mounted, fucked into submission, and then fucked more until she nearly died. They were both drooling as they imagined themselves in her place. He beckoned her over, and she came to him, practically hypnotized and completely entranced by what she saw and what was before her.
He pulled her onto his lap, positioned her virgin cunt over his rod, and impaled her on it. He gave her a minute to adjust to his size, but before he thought she was ready, she started shaking her hips and riding his cock. He did adjust her body beforehand, so she could handle his rod, but she was still so small that his dick caused a noticeable bulge in her stomach, and she was as tight as a vice to the point that he was worried his dick might rip out her innards, so he was surprised that she would start fucking him like that. She rode him hard and fast, wildly shaking her hips as if her life depended on it. Her small body was on fire with pleasure, the black harpy kept orgasming harder and harder, as her mind went blank from the sensations.
As Ivy seized up on his lap Valgaav rolled them both over and turned Ivy over to take her from behind, watching how her sweat bounced off of her bubble ass whilst her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room. He felt his own release approaching, to which he took hold of her tits, pulled her to him, and kissed her fiercely as he climaxed, burying his cock deep inside of her as he unloaded into her eager womb making her moan loudly into the kiss.
Pulling out of her after his climax ended, Valgaav sat up and prepared for the next girl. However, despite her mind being blank and her body being completely exhausted, Ivy wasn't ready to stop and rest yet. She turned back over and climbed back on her master's cock to begin riding him again.
"You know, for a first timer, you're quite the slut."
Despite her efforts, she wasn't able to last long after that, passing just a minute or two later.
Then he turned to Jessica.
"Is it true you lamias can fuck for hours on end?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Only for the girls waiting for their turn."
The rest of his harem heard that and quickly protested her going next. They were all far too horny to wait that long for their turns. But Jessica was horny as well, and had serious doubts that he'd have enough left in him to satisfy her after fucking all the others. Luckily the succubus Lyra had the solution. She would keep the lamia princess satisfied while Valgaav fucked the rest. And if at any point he ran out of steam, she'd use her powers to get him going again.
Given that Lyra had already started making out with her, Jessica had to give in. The rest ended up dog-piling on him to ride his cock.
When it was finally Jessica's turn, neither one was about to hold back. Jessica lied before him, fingers spreading her pussy and showing him her pink hole. He mounted her, they locked lips, she wrapped her tail around him, he plunged his cock into her womanhood, and they both immediately started pumping their hips. He thrust in and out with little resistance thanks to their sex juices. The lamia threw her head back and moaned lewdly as her pussy was invaded by Valgaav's manhood. With every thrust, her vagina was stretched out more than she ever thought possible, and reshaped to fit his mighty cock, and she loved it every second of it.
Jessica's eyes were glazed over as Valgaav ravaged her. This was far better than she could ever have hoped. Her body tingled as Valgaav's cock slammed into her, tension quickly beginning to build inside of her, as jolts of ecstasy were send through her body.
"Oh! Ohhhh!"
Finally, the pleasure was too much for the lamia to bare.
"OH FUCK!" Jessica cried out as she came, her vision fading to white. Her womanhood gushed around her master's cock, as her face twisted with ecstasy.
But after a couple seconds she began to regain her senses, and realized she didn't want to lose like that, and even he had to have limits. Jessica's pussy clamped down on his rod with the force and tightness of a vice, pushing him to the breaking point.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned loudly as he came, coating her eager womb with his cum.
"Mmmmhhh!" Jessica hummed, smiling as Valgaav came inside her. "That was amazing…"
For a minute, the two were silent as they basked in the afterglow. Then they locked lips with furious passion and resumed fucking. But this time they were gonna do it even harder.
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It was the next day, and the Overlord's harem was still passed out as he went out to address his men.
"The time has come to hunt down and wipe out all enemy spies. The dwarves use these gnomes encased in cement, and have them scattered all over. The elves send their own people in, and get them to hide in the shadows. As for the third group, we don't know who or what they're using as spies, so keep your eyes peeled for anything. But they seem to be based somewhere in Aragon Kingdom, so finding and blocking all paths there should cut them off and expose a few of their spies. It is critical for the war that we take them all out right now, and disrupt their lines of communication. If we are to win, we need to be the only ones who know what's actually going on."
They all set out to follow his orders. This mission would also help train the men aiming to become assassins. They spread out far and wide to hunt them all down. The gnomes in cement were the first to go. The dwarves had just placed them out in the open, and hoped everybody would just think they were decorations and not suspect anything. A strategy that could easily work if Greenvale had any decorative gnome statues, or if the Overlord hadn't caught on to them. Every last one was smashed to bloody dust.
The elf spies were next. The elf spies were a lot harder to track down and either catch or kill, but they were fewer in number and more spread out. The first spy was found in the Gromgard Wilderness by the castle. The castle proved far too well-guarded to attempt an infiltration, so the one keeping track of everything in the area surrounding it, also kept an eye on everything going in and out of the castle. He was spotted while the gnomes were getting smashed, and on sight he was run down, and captured.
The second had a hideout in a cellar beneath the ruins of a burned down old house in the Farmstead, and kept track of everything that happened there. He'd been hiding in bushes, eavesdropping on everyone, and keeping note on everything there.
Up next was Skull Canyon. Partway into it they found the elf spy, right when he was in the middle of throwing a temper tantrum because his notes got scattered by a random gust of wind. He was a total primadonna, thought his job was an unjustified punishment, blamed everyone but himself for everything, and was acting like a baby. There was something refreshing about kicking his ass that made some of them feel so much better.
The next one was in Meadowsweet Town, working as a barmaid. She was beautiful, came across as a ditsy airhead, and had a couple good excuses as to why she was there, including wanting to avoid the current elf troubles, getting tired of everyone's giant egos, and wanting a man who'd prefer a girl who was slim and beautiful, to a giant blob of fat, and all that gave a lot of credit to her being innocent. But a quick investigation into her possessions revealed she'd been keeping notes on everything happening there, marking everything that she thought might be able to help out the elves in the upcoming war. She claimed it was a frame-up, but that was dashed when they found things that were only told in that bar, when she was within earshot. The Overlord then tricked her into writing something down, and used her matching handwriting as proof that she was indeed guilty. Realizing that her cover was blown, she tried to make a run for it, but it was to no avail.
Then they spotted a second one in Meadowsweet Town. This one was posing as a merchant, who was wearing a hood, had his ears painted black to make them easier to hide with his hood and black hair, and he had a sales pitch to really sell it. It was almost enough to escape notice. He also had spy notes hidden in his stall, and no way to escape.
They searched Withering Woods to find one lazy elf taking a nap in a wolf den. He didn't deny being a spy, but because they hadn't done anything with the woods yet, he hadn't learned anything, hadn't done anything, and he was in no hurry to get started. He was just a lazy bum who saw this as an easy job where he could sleep all day and still get paid. Too bad he was still a spy that had to be dealt with.
They searched all of Melancholy Moors and the ruins of the witch's house, and found no trace of anyone in the area, let along spies.
And lastly they searched Verdant Valley. Soon they found a team of elves there that were investigating the recent events. And just like the spies, leaving them alone meant leaking vital information to the enemy. These elves put up a half decent fight, but they went down all the same.
The Overlord and his men were on the verge of congratulating themselves on a job well done, when the boy Valgaav saved from the wolves ran up to inform him of some suspicious men in Meadowsweet Town that he thought may have been spies.
They investigated and found regular human men that seemed completely normal, so a bunch of the men were quick to dismiss the kid's information. But then their spy notes were found, as was some sabotage to the town gates. They denied it and claimed it was a frame-up, but that excuse fell flat, and the kid's information proved reliable.
All the captured spies had been taken to the castle so the Overlord could deal with them as he pleased. They had been badly beaten and injured during their captures, and had no hope of escape. Not that they didn't try anyway. All except that one lazy elf. He offered no resistance whatsoever, came quietly, and instead just requested a hammock in his cell.
Too bad they weren't going to the dungeons. The Overlord had them brought together in front of his castle to publicly sentence them immediately. There was no imprisonment, trial, or even questioning before hand. That way it would spread fear and keep everyone in line.
"Spies, your mission to help destroy my lands has ended in failure. Your punishment for your actions, is to be stripped naked and fed to the dragon!"
The Overlord didn't know whether or not the dragon could digest clothes, but chose not to risk it. This was his only dragon after all. And upon seeing the sexy elf girl naked, a few of the men couldn't help but ask if he was sure they were all guilty of being spies.
"Yes, I'm sure. We caught them red handed, with notes on everything that happened around my lands. So yes, we're sure they're all spies."
There was a sigh of disappointment.
"Don't worry. We already got more than enough whores to go around. She won't be missed."
The spies were forced to take a long walk to the dragon, while getting pelted with garbage and rotten food by the onlookers. Then they were kicked into the dragon's encaged pit, where it attacked the first elf as he screamed at the top of his lungs, killed him instantly by biting through his skull, ripped him apart, and devoured him. Then it began doing the same to the others.
The spies were trapped there, unable to escape or fight back. Some tried begging, pleading, and cutting deals to get out, but it fell on deaf ears. The elf girl tried seducing her way out, but that didn't work either. The dragon killed, ripped apart, and ate every last one of them, in a terrifying and gruesome display. But the Overlord noticed that while it all looked horrible, the deaths the dragon delivered were actually so fast that the pain and suffering they went through was virtually nonexistent. The dragon was an extremely efficient killer.
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"Now that the spies are all dead, we have gained a serious advantage, and the odds of victory now weigh in our favour. But we still have more to do before this war breaks out."
"Are you sure we really got the advantage?"
"In the words of Sun Tzu: If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.
I've just taken out their spy networks, strengthened my forces, and disrupted communications between those plotting against me. They no longer know what they're up against, or what their allies are bringing to the battle. In essence they don't even know themselves, let alone their enemy, and when they realize that, it should drop their morale, and even scare them to the point that panic and chaos on the battlefield will become inevitable."
"Wow."
"But that won't be enough. I still need to know everything they're planning, everything they're bringing to the battlefield, and how to deal with them. And with a little luck, I just might be able to turn everything to my advantage."
They all paused to admire his tactical brilliance.
"But first, I have to make sure my forces are all properly taken care of."
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With all spies gone, the dryads could now be moved about. They had plans to use them to turn a large portion of Melancholy Moors and Withering Woods into farmland. The dryads used their powers to purify the soil and make it healthy, while the local men and women started clearing away the trees. They planned to have it properly cut, then they'd send over half of the wood to the Overlord's military, and use the rest to build fences, barns, and houses. They would also have to plow the fields and plant crops, which the dryads would help grow. There was a lot of work to do, and the Overlord had to oversee some of it personally. He solved a few disputes, cleared up confusion, and made sure everyone knew what they were supposed to be doing, and how they were supposed to do it.
In between tasks he found and robbed a few stashes of loot. The largest of which was in an alcove near Meadowsweet Town, blocked off by some poison spewing plants, and hidden behind a fake rock wall. At first he was just getting rid of those annoying plants, and didn't notice the rock wall was fake until after they were cleared out. Clearly someone put that there to hide their stolen loot, but the poisonous plants suddenly growing there prevented them from retrieving it later. And not only did it have gold and some stuff for the trophy room collections, there was even a new spell. The Life Drain spell.
"Ooo, an excellent find lord. With the Life Drain spell, you can heal yourself while killing your enemies!"
After a quick test he found that it was basically a vampiric healing spell that was good for when he was low on health, but had plenty of mana. But it had a couple weak points. Its power wasn't that great, its cost was high, as it drained his mana almost as fast as it healed him, and it was a steady stream, rather than a quick shot like most of his other spells. But overall, not bad. He could work with it.
He then visited the Golden Hills again and scored a lot more gold, plus a minion relic that was behind poisonous gasses. Once he maxed out its power, he'd be able to summon enough minions to fill out a battalion. He wasn't going to walk around everywhere with that many, but every increase in numbers made his battles easier to win.
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After his jobs around there were done, Valgaav took a break and went to the bar for a quick drink. The next thing he knew, there was a panic. A bunch of men and women came running in from Withering Woods, screaming about a bear, giant rats, and that the soldiers were killed. There was a lot of confusion, everybody was too scared and panicked to clearly say what the problem was, but it was obvious that something huge and bad had happened.
Valgaav called his soldiers, summoned his minions, and wasted no time responding. There was a couple of Aragon soldiers guarding the men building the farms, and they should've been more than enough to handle everything those woods could throw at them. So something taking them out, even if they were caught off guard, was a serious issue.
They entered Withering Woods and looked around. The farms were coming along nicely, but there was a smashed fence, a couple dead soldiers, and clear evidence of an attack.
"Over there! I see the bear!"
They all looked to where the man was pointing and spotted a pair of huge red eyes and a huge black body that was hidden in the shadows.
"There's something strange about that bear."
Then it exited the shadows and came into view. Eyes went wide and jaws dropped. It wasn't a bear. It was a rat, the size of a huge bear. It was a monster.
"You're right. There is something strange about that bear."
The giant rat charged.
"Spears!"
Spears were thrust out, and as the giant rat closed in, he was run through several times in an instant and fell limp. Then everybody proceeded to keep stabbing it to make sure it was dead.
"What the fuck was that thing?!"
"It looks like a giant rat. I guess that was what attacked. Everybody spread out in groups and search the forest. Just because we killed that one doesn't mean there aren't more around here. And we can't allow a single one to live."
They formed groups and prepared to spread out as ordered.
"I'll take this route. The rest of you, go the other ways. Now let's move it!"
"Wait lord. It's probably best if we came to protect you."
"No. Me and my minions are strong enough to fight an army. You go with the rest. You're better off protecting them."
As much as they wanted to join him, they knew they had to follow orders. And combat-wise, he was the last man who actually needed protection.
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Overlord Valgaav and his minions stormed down the path. Before they knew it, they started encountering rats. They weren't bear-sized giants, but rather hordes of regular huge rats. (The same as the ones from the first Overlord game.) He posted his minions on a guard marker as the rats charged in, and they just wiped them out.
They stomped past the dead rats and continued. Before long they encountered a second giant bear-sized rat. They snuck up on it, it noticed them, and they clashed. The minions were all locked on to that rat and charged in to attack. The rat clearly had the edge in power, as it easily bulldozed it's way through it's foes, and could kill with a single bite. But it was outnumbered and getting attacked from all sides. Blood spewed out as it was stabbed and slashed, and as the Overlord unleashed the fury of his poleaxe, the rat's life was brought to a bloody end.
The Overlord soon realized that the wolves must've been keeping these rats away, and now that they'd been wiped out, the rats must've seen this place as easy pickings. He'd have to find a way to prevent more from coming in the future. But that could wait until later.
They went further and found a huge horde of rats, plus one giant rat. One rat spotted them, squealed loudly, and that alerted the rest, and they all came running. This fight proved harder than the last. Or at least it would've been if the Overlord hadn't hit the rats with chain lightning. Most of the smaller ones got fried, and the ones who didn't were slaughtered anyway. Then they turned their wrath on the giant rat as it came charging in. It met a gory end as they ripped it apart.
Past that there was another pack of rats. This one was the biggest of them all. Over twice as many rats as the last one, and three bear sized rats. He hit them with chain lightning a few times, but they just kept coming. The number of dead rats kept increasing, their bodies were piling up, and yet they were still managing to overwhelm the minions. And before they could turn the tides, the giant rats attacked. Their giant teeth could make short work of anything in their path, and they could take most hits with ease, making them easily more dangerous than angry bears, but luckily not as dangerous as the Wolf Queen was. But that wasn't enough to save them from the Overlord's fury. He smashed, slashed, pierced, and blasted with chain lightning. He turned the tables on those rats and slaughtered them all.
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Once it was all over, they returned to the new farms, where the soldiers reported having complete success. The Overlord congratulated them, then ordered that the remains be disposed of, and that a thorough search be done in case they missed any. Because if even a single rat was missed, then the place would be crawling with them in no time.
The soldiers were at the bar, boasting about the great jobs they did, and bragging that they were the ones who did the most. Some claimed killing higher numbers of rats was a greater feat, other claimed it was the size, as the bear-sized rats were far more dangerous.
But all that came to an end when it was revealed that the Overlord killed more than everybody else put together, shockingly doing the lion's share of the work, while everyone else was struggling to accomplish far less.
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After he recovered, Overlord Valgaav got to work making sure everything got up and running. He wanted farms in Withering Woods, trees cut down for the wood, a mill and factories in Melancholy Moors, maybe where the witch's home was, something to keep the pests away, and above all, he wanted his new base finished and the new defences put in. He also ordered a brothel be built. That would give the women a place to work, and give the men a place to vent their lust.
Unfortunately, despite the men being ready to build them, they needed a lot more wood for everything, so the trees needed to be cut down and milled first. Luckily, at the speed they were going, they should still be able to get it all done within a week at most, and they wouldn't need the Overlord to oversee anything else. They also found a path from Withering Woods to where the witch's house was, which gave them a direct path from the woods to the mill, making the whole process a great deal faster and easier.
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A while later a group of men came by. They were bandits, had a copy of the pardon advertisement, and went straight to the nearest soldiers.
"Hey. We're looking to see if the pardon's legitimate."
"It certainly is. Right this way, there's an interview involved."
The bandits had a couple guys watching from a distance to see whether or not it was actually a trap. If looked like they were being captured, they'd report it and expose the whole thing as a scam. If not, they'd just wait until that trap was sprung, then expose the whole thing as a scam. But if they had to wait for more than a day or two, they'd have to give up and leave. At which point they'd report what they saw.
The bandits were taken to the captain, who asked them a few questions and explained all the details to them. It was all pretty simple and straightforward. They'd have to confess all their past crimes, enlist in his army, cease all criminal activities, and turn over all their stolen goods, as well as everything else they had, and in exchange all their past crimes would be wiped clean, they'd be treated and seen as proper soldiers, and they'd be excluded from the upcoming purge that would wipe out all the bandits. It was considered by most to be a more than fair deal. (Right up until they realized the sheer number of battles the Overlord had been getting into from day one, that there was another war coming soon against the elves and the dwarves, and even then there was no telling what kind of shenanigans the Overlord would get up to in the future.)
By some fluke, one of them had studied assassins for years, following a dream of becoming a legendary assassin. He'd become something of an expert on them, was fully trained as one, and knew nearly everything there was to know about them. But that dream fell through, as assassins in those parts had long since gotten a bad reputation, and nobody wanted to use them. When that was exposed and the Overlord caught wind of it, he promptly decided to test him out. And after determining that he was far more skilled and better suited to the job than even Jenny, the Overlord decided to put him to proper use, training the kingdom's future assassins. Something that not everybody approved of.
"My lord, why would you give a crook like that a job that important?"
"I don't care if they're criminals, as long as they get their jobs done. Especially when Duke Gromgard's the one to blame for them turning to crime in the first place."
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Jenny was not happy about being replaced. For the first time in her life, she'd been given a little bit of rightfully deserved power, and it had been stripped away the moment some new guy showed up. It just wasn't fair. When her fellow harem sisters noticed her venting her fury, they decided to talk their master into making things right.
A while later he was making her feel better, by pounding her cunt until she forgot everything that was bothering her. They were in his bedroom, and she was bent over as he took her from behind.
Jenny gritted her teeth and gripped the edge of the mattress as her body was rocked forward again. She felt him bottom out, her cunt stretching to accommodate the bulbous head and thick, rock hard length of his shaft. She barely made to catch a quick gasp of air before he pulled back and slammed into her once more, causing her to grunt loudly. She lost her handhold, spilling forward, her breasts squishing under her as she moaned through another body shaking shove from the man behind her.
"You've been gettingtighter lately."
She couldn't help but blush at the comment. Gripping her waist hard, he yanked her back, forcefully impaling the girl once again on his massive cock. A stifled cry escaped her lips as her pussy met and gripped the base of his length. Jenny pushed herself back to all fours and her head shook back and forth in time with his thrusting, grunting in her throat with each pump. He watched her fine ass bounce and shake with every thrust. Her skin had become flushed, taking on a red hue as he worked his meaty shaft over and over into her tight hole. A sheen of sweat was quickly building on her skin, giving her a wonderful glow in the dim light that made him want to fuck her even harder.
Jenny was in heaven as he rammed his dick back into her again, rutting into her as hard as he could. His pelvis slapped loudly against her bouncing ass, and she could feel his hard abs banging against her ass with each powerful thrust into her, and his large hairy balls as they swung forward, smacking against her clit as he continued his intense, almost brutal fucking.
Jenny knew she couldn't last much longer and decided to finish things off. She tightened her vaginal folds like a vice on his thrusting shaft. She felt him finally tense up as he crammed himself as far as he could possibly go into her pulsating pussy. She cried out in ecstasy as he emptied his seed into her womb.
The sounds of sex that filled the bedroom died down, he fell forward onto her, and his hands shifted to her breasts, kneading and caressing them.
After a minute he finally lifted himself off her and shuffled backwards, causing her pussy to spasm as his dick popped free with a loud sucking sound, letting thick cum leak from her spread cunt to pool onto the sheets.
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After they recovered from the sex, they talked. Jenny couldn't deny that the new guy was more knowledgeable, more experienced, and just better than she was when it came to being an assassin, and the Overlord needed the best to train his forces. But Valgaav couldn't deny that Jenny was still head and shoulders above everybody else. So once she mastered everything the new guy knew, she'd get her position as an assassin trainer back alongside the new guy, with the possibility to soon outrank him. And after that she be in far better shape to revive the Black Flame Assassins, better than they'd ever been before. That cheered her up almost as much as the fucking did.
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