Ciezan found himself alone when he awoke. He stood from his place of rest, and wandered, shouting the names of his friends. Wondering where they could have gone. So he wandered around the desolate city, watching and listening for any signs of them.
As he walked by the tavern, he noticed a hooded figure sitting at the bar, back to the gryphon.
"It's Ciezan, right"? Asked the stranger as he sipped his mug of ale.
"Who are you"? He asked, ready to defend himself.
The stranger set the mug down, pressed something against his face, and spun on his wooden stool. "You could say that I'm a friend of a friend of yours".
Ciezan was thrown off by the featureless mask the stranger wore. And yet, even with his face hidden, Ciezan knew he held onto a wicked smile. "Do you have a name? Friend of a friend of mine isn't very good".
"I suppose I could tell you". He looked down to his feet, stood then back to Ciezan. "But I'm not going to. You know who I am. Even if you don't realize it yet".
The gryphon searched his mind for an answer, only to find nothing come. "If I already know you, where's the harm in telling me your name"?
The stranger sighed. "You always have been rather stubborn. The name you're asking for, is Koma".
Ciezan was taken aback. "Koma"? He asked doubtfully.
He shrugged. "Believe what you will, but I assure you, I speak the truth".
"From what I've read, you exist solely to cause insanity. Am I going insane"?
Koma chuckled. "I have heard of that Koma. We share a name, not a motive".
"If you aren't here to make me go crazy, why are you here"?
"I'm here to make sure everything goes by smoothly. Helping with the insanity the other Koma caused. He's dead now. Well, not dead for you, but dead for Ash. One hell of a punch he pacts. Mildly impressive".
"Other Koma"? The gryphon asked as he looked him over.
"Yes. The actual spirit of insanity. Well, not so much a spirit. More like... an inevitability. He is the physical embodiment of insanity. Sadly though, without him in your life, you go insane anyway. That's what's happening to our thrask friend".
Ciezan looked at Koma lost in confusion. "Why would having no insanity make someone go insane"?
"Balance". He said as he walked out of the tavern, with Ciezan in tow. The came to a statue of a dragon holding a scale, with two rocks of equal weight keeping it perfectly level. "You see, sanity and insanity are much like this scale, in perfect balance. But when you remove one of them", he picked a stone up off the scale, and it dipped to the other side, "they both fall out of sync. Too much of anything is bad for you. And for reasons unknown, too much sanity causes you to go mad. Quite vicious when you think about it".
"And how do you help if you aren't causing insanity"?
"I help pick up the shattered pieces of ones mind. Then we put them back together. Much like a puzzle that's fallen to the floor. Only a lot more fun".
"So you're helping Ash"?
Koma nodded. "I'm doing my best. His mind is rather scattered. Don't mistake his insanity as an excuse for his actions. He will pay for them. I will see to that personally". He placed the rock back onto the scale, in an instant they were in the desert of Lourndas. Ciezan's head darted around, getting a bearing on his surroundings. "Such a long way from home we all are. The leader of your clan offered quite the deal to the nomads of the sand. Or corrupted as you're so fond of calling them. Fallen thrask is far more respectful".
Ciezan shook his head. "Desmios wouldn't give in to their demands. He isn't a coward. He'd fight them".
Koma smiled. "Too bad he gave in. Your location if the nomads promised to spare all gryphons. Especially his children. Damn the world, spare us. Cowardly old bird".
Ciezan denied him. He wouldn't believe the one he grew up Idolizing would sell them out so easily. "No. I don't believe you". He stated sternly.
Koma sighed. "I was afraid you wouldn't. Which is why I brought this". From blank space, appeared a scrying stone, as beautiful as ever. "Touch it. See what was, what is, and what will be".
Ciezan hesitated. He had heard stories of such relics, but never dared test them himself. "Where did you get that"? He questioned.
"I made it".
This answer surprised the gryphon. To make a scrying stone, one must control the flow of time in all directions. To bind it to the mortal realm, one must exist beyond it, beyond death. They must exist in a place that does not exist. "You made it"?
"I did indeed. Time is easy to stop, slow and speed up. But that's merely changing time as a whole. Going forward and back is difficult yes. Something only three have ever managed. Two of which died instantly upon their success. I however am the fourth and first. The fourth to go forward and back. And the first to go sideways. Well, I guess I'm not the first. Gods and Godesses made these long before even I. But not before the inevitabilities like Koma. He's very old".
"If you can make them, what stops you from mass producing them"?
"Reality. Only seven may exist at a time. And if brought together, they will give to you what your heart desires most. Sadly, no single being is capable of seeing more than one at a time. Unless they're brought together of course. And when the owners do come together, all but one is brutally murdered at random. The survivor has their desire sated". He pointed behind Ciezan, who turned and was met with a certain pink dragoness behind a stall, the scrying stone in it's usual brass stand. "In fact, you know one of the survivors. She was quite pure, and had a desire to aid others. This is her sight. The stone is unnecessary".
"Ember"?
"If that's her name, then yes. I'd love to tell you about it, but sadly that is another story for another day. She recently came to me for a new stone. Our purple friend destroyed her last one. I must say that even I was shocked to hear such news". He looked at the stone in his hand. "I pride myself in my craftsmanship".
Ciezan eyed the orb, gazing into it's vastness. So small, but somehow bigger than all else. "You said time was easy to control. Stop, slow and speed up. If that's true, why can so few control it"?
Koma smiled, delighted by the gryphons curiosity. "I do so love questions like that. I guess you could say it's easy to learn, but not many have the capacity to learn. For dragons, it's either the purple ones or eons of learning. And with how precious time is, not everybody has eons to dedicate to a single task". He shifted the orb around. As he did, it changed from a starry night sky, to that of a sunrise. "I guarantee if Ash wanted to, he could do this. Though it would mean becoming corrupted first. Or a god. Either way, quite the burden".
"Ash could create scrying stones"?
"Not as good as mine. I have had eons to practice. But yes, he could. And it would make him even harder to kill. Pretty annoying actually".
"How would we kill him then"?
"Are you asking for then? Or for now"?
"Does it matter"?
"It always matters. If you're asking for then, you would only need to hit him in a vital point. Or break time. As for now, vital point, break time. Or get him to use magic".
"How would that kill him"?
"The thrask are not like dragons. The only magic they are born with naturally is to see and write. All other magic is learned through training and meditation. I'm guessing you've heard what they tend to say; too much magic will kill you. He is no different. That punch was not what damaged his body so. It was his overuse of the element. The fact he survived is a miracle. Then again, those pools are a godsend".
"So we would have to get him angry".
Koma nodded a slow nod. "Wouldn't be hard. Then again, if my plan goes as I want, he'll be back to his normal self again soon. He'll likely see you off as you leave".
Ciezan thought back to the times Ash had gone off for no reason. "What if I don't want to see him"?
Koma shrugged. "That's on you. All I ask is that you know he wasn't himself when he acted like that. Even while fighting he was different. He wouldn't be afraid to kill someone close to him, but he wouldn't do it happily. Nor would he be so collected and strategic. Crazy things, that Koma did".
"So you're saying I should forgive him because he wasn't in control? Isn't that just letting him off scot-free? He should pay for what he did, how he acted".
"I'm not asking for you to forgive him for no reason. Forgive him because he wants to do right by you. Because he feels guilty and is sincerely sorry for what he did. I'm not asking to forget. But try to look past his faults. See who he wants to be and encourage it". A bell chimed from nowhere, it's sound shaking the ground. "Well, time's up. Nice talking to you. I hope the next time we meet is a pleasant one. Full of forgiveness". He began to fade to white.
"Where will you be"?
Koma smiled. "I'll always be by Ash's side. You won't see me, but I'll be there". He faded completely and Ciezan found himself wrapped in Cynder's embrace, a dead fire just a few feet from them. Spyro, Ember and Flame laid on the other side, fast asleep. He pulled himself from the dragoness' embrace, and stretched as he looked around for Vesh and Takkye.
When he did find them in the near empty city, he brought them back to the campsite. They woke their friends and together headed for the gate after a much needed meal.
The gate was bustling with activity. Guards walked up and down the immense walls, searching for signs of the enemy none of them had met. The doors were open enough for the three to squeeze through. While the catacombs would be safer, the exit is much farther from the settlement, and there wasn't much to eat in the caverns. They were to travel to one of the neighboring villages, and catch a train to the station closest to the mountains. With luck the settlement would be lived in by monks. Or abandoned altogether.
"I'm gonna miss you". Cried Cynder as she hugged him goodbye. A hug that lasted a bit too long, and was a bit too tight.
"I'll miss you too. But I'm coming back, don't you worry. And when I do, you better be ready to party".
"I'll be waiting. Don't you worry". She kissed him one last time, then stepped to the side.
Flame wrapped his arms around the gyphon. "I'm gonna miss ya buddy. Don't go making better friends in the mountains".
Ciezan smiled. "Don't worry. You're the only fire guardian in my life".
Ember stepped up next, unsure of what to say. "You know, I've always hated saying goodbye. It sounds like the end. So instead I'm going to say; see you later".
"Don't worry, you will". He turned his head to Spyro, who smiled. "It's been nice getting to meet the purple dragon. I hope we stay friends a longtime".
"Of course we will. I wouldn't let anything get between our friendship. Just promise me you'll come back".
"I wouldn't have it any other way". Ciezan hugged the purple dragon goodbye, who returned the action happily.
The gryphons turned to the open gate, and stepped through.
"Ciezan"! Said a voice from down the street. Everyone turned around to see Ash running toward them, waving the gryphon down. "I'm glad I wasn't too late". He said out of breath. "I came to give you something". In his hand he held a medallion. "Break it in half, and it'll teleport you and anyone touching you, to the other one". He tossed one to Ciezan, and the other to Cynder.
He looked it over. "Thank you, Ash. I appreci"... He stopped his words as he felt the thrask embrace him.
"I hate to see you leave". He said with tears in his eyes. "I've said goodbye too much. Come back as soon as you can. Okay"?
"I promise". He said as he returned the hug. They broke apart and then turned back to the gate.
Flame nudged Ash. "Don't do getting soft on us. We need you for this fight".
The thrask wiped his eyes. "No, I was just.. cutting onions".
"If you say so". They all laughed and turned away as the heavy doors shut themselves, separating friends for an unknown amount of time. Time that would surely be hard on all of them.
The day seemed to drag on. Time creeping by as it laughed in their faces. The four dragons sat in the fire guardians chambers, staring at the ceiling. Not knowing what to do.
"Maybe we could"... started Flame, but he soon gave up on his proposal. "Or what about... no".
Cynder sighed as Flame kept throwing away his own ideas. She had one herself. An idea that would surely be fun for all. "We could always walk around the city. See what there is to find. Maybe check in on the training grounds? See if anyone would be willing to spar with us"?
"I don't know". Said Spyro. "I don't have the best memories in that place".
"Neither do I". Cynder gestured to the convexity burns along her body and face. "But it would still be fun".
With nothing better to do, they gave in and took flight to the training pits. Many dragons had gathered inside to watch and bet on matches. In the ring were two dragons, on an ice dragon, and the other an electric dragoness. The ice dragon was clearly outmatched in both speed and ability, leading to a quick victory for the dragoness. Gold was passed through the crowd.
"How didn't we know about this"? Asked Ember as she watched two more competitors enter the arena.
"No idea". Answered Flame.
The next two fighters were both fire dragons. He was large and strong, while the other was small and agile. The crowd shifted and the combatants were blocked from view. All that was seen was a bright flash of orange, and a winner was crowned. The larger dragon had knocked his opponent out in one blast. He roared in victory as he left the pit, leaving it to the next pair.
When the next opponent did step up, the crowd fell silent. Not a soul dared enter the arena. The main group pushed their way through to the front of the crowd. The one to cause such a reaction was none other than Ash. Who stood patiently at one side of the arena,searching through the crowd with his eyes. They ended up falling on Spyro, and he raised an arm with finger outstretched. "You". He demanded. "Rematch". The crowd cheered Spyro forward, who stepped into the ring hesitantly.
"This is where you've been"? Asked the purple dragon as they each stretched.
"I've been waiting for my turn. Too bad the only opponent willing to fight me is one I've fought before. And don't worry, I'm not going to hold back".
"Great". Spyro said sarcastically. He looked to the thrask who raised his fists in preparation for an attack. A solid mass grew over his hand as he reared it back. Spyro closed his eyes, only to open them when nothing happened. Ash was motionless. As was the crowd. From behind the thrask stepped a figure. One who bore a featureless mask. Koma. "Who are you"? He asked sternly.
Koma circled Ash, inspecting him. "Strange thing, this gravity magic. Unblockable. Unavoidable. Unbeatable".
"I asked you a question".
"And I denied you an answer. Listen, then speak". Spyro stopped himself from speaking further. "My name is Koma. I am here to keep Ash sane. As difficult as that is, I think we've come quite far. He has yet to swear or hurt anyone without reason. More than I would have expected from him that's for sure".
"What are you doing here"?
Koma sighed. "I was getting to that. You know of his gravity magic, yes"?
"Hard not to".
"Fair point. Then you know of it's unrelenting tip in favor. His favor more specifically".
"Again, hard not to".
"What if I told you it has a weakness? That you could beat it without thinking twice".
Spyro shrugged. "I guess I'd be intrigued".
Koma smiled a delighted smile. "So a yes it is. Very good". He stepped up to Spyro and placed a hand on his forehead. "I will teach you now". In his other hand he held a scrying stone. It began to glow a bright white, and Spyro found himself alone again. No more Koma.
But there was something new. Memories. He remembered something new. "Dragon time". He uttered. Spyro looked around the scene before him, still frozen in place. A smile curled up his face, and he released everyone from his power.
Ash's projectile flew forward, to where Spyro was no longer. Ash turned to a purple blur, only to be left on the ground, confused. He jumped up, and looked at Spyro, who was standing proudly from the other side of the arena.
The thrask nodded. "Good hit. Solid, strong. But don't think I'm gonna let it happen again".
Spyro laughed. "Yeah, 'let' it happen".
Ash remained calm as the purple dragon taunted him. "Let's dance".
They rushed to the center of the arena, Ash with a right hook, and Spyro with a duck and headbutt. The thrask followed up with a kick, which Spyro redirected with his wing, then slammed him with his other.
Koma stood behind him, his mask turned slightly as he ate an apple. "You're losing". He stated.
Ash ignored him as best he could as he took another blow to the head. As he did, he reacted with a ground slam, sending the purple dragon back a few feet. The thrask raised his arm. "All things fall to earth"! He slammed his hand into the ground. Spyro smiled as the world around him stopped. He moved behind the thrask, laughing all the way. He stretched his neck as he brought everyone back to normal speed.
The ground where Spyro was standing collapsed in on itself as Ash crushed it. He gasped when he noticed Spyro was nowhere to be seen.
"Ahem". The purple dragon cleared his throat and Ash spun so fast he was dizzy for a moment. Spyro smiled as he let out an an earth missile that embedded itself into Ash's skull, and knocked him off his feet.
The room's enchantment took over and the earth missile shattered, leaving the thrask with a splitting headache. He stood slowly as the crowd cheered on the purple dragon's victory against one who was thought unbeatable.
"Not a bad shot". He congratulated his friend. "First time in a long time I've been beaten. Nice fight". He extended a hand, which Spyro took gladly.
Cynder ran from the sea of dragons and embraced Spyro. "That was awesome"! She yelled, happy to see him victorious.
"Yeah. I guess it was". Spyro took notice of Koma behind Ash, taking the final bite of the apple, and smiling to the purple dragon, before readjusting his mask and giving a thumbs up.
"Good job". He said, the world around them still. "Who needs power, when you have all the time in the world to counterattack"? He tossed the apple core away, and it turned to dust as it hit the ground. "Now that you stand a chance against him, I look forward to see how he prepares for the coming battle".
"Thank you, Koma. For giving me back my dragon time".
A chuckle came from Koma's throat. "I didn't give you time, I gave you memories".
Spyro was shocked. "You can restore memories"?
Koma held in his hand a scrying stone, it's radiance glowing brilliantly. "There's nothing these can't do. It just takes the right know how. And I know how". His body began to fade. "I'll be seeing you. Maybe in a dream next time. Manifesting myself like this is so tedious afterall. Goodbye... Spyro". He waved farewell as he faded from view, leaving nothing but a slight shimmer in the air behind Ash. A shimmer that would shift and move from time to time.
The group of friends celebrated with drinks at the tavern. This time they paced themselves, enjoying what they drank, instead of ending the night prematurely.
"So there we were" Said Cynder, telling a tale from her and Spyro's journey, "staring into the Destroyer's heart, the dark magic that kept it beating all around us. We knew what we had to do, so Spyro and I shattered that vile thing". She paused. "But it didn't work. Malefor took control, and sealed the worlds fate. But that didn't stop us, right Spyro"?
The purple dragon nodded. "Wow. I mean, yeah. Nothing could stop us. Not even Malefor".
She hushed him. "Don't ruin the ending! We agreed that I'd be telling the story".
"Yeah, I wonder why". Said Koma, sitting in the middle of the table, drinking some type of soup. Ash did his best to ignore him. "You should tell them about the time you took out that bront by eating your way out of it's intestines. They won't know it was actually a nightmare".
"Really"? Ash asked Cynder. "That's no small feat".
"Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my job and all". She sat up proudly. "But yeah. It was pretty impressive, wasn't it"?
"What happened next"?
"You know what, I think Spyro should take over. Give you a new voice to listen to for a while".
Spyro froze, he looked to everyone for help, which Ash gave quickly. "Oh come on! You can't just stop like that. No pawing it off on someone else when you're doing so well".
"Yeah, you're right. So where was I"?
The purple dragon gave Ash a smile, which he returned with the tipping of his mug. Spyro was happy to follow the toast.
As night settled in, it was apparent that everyone was growing rather tired. Flame stood from his seat, as sober as a priest. "Well this was fun, but I gotta go now. I have wall duty tonight. Yippee".
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad". Reassured the thrask.
"If what I've heard is true, it could be worse. Nobody offers to get posted on wall duty. Not even the guardians".
"You could make friends. Maybe they might put on a good show, considering your title and all".
"That... kinda makes sense. Strange for you. Especially as of late. What are you doing and how do I do it"?
"I'm not doing anything. I've just got the best help you could ask for".
"Awww". Said Koma. "I'm blushing".
"Well, if I ever go crazy, send them my way". He left the tavern with a goodnight, and turned to the gates of Warfang.
Ember waved him off. "Goodnight! Whew, I'm beat. Think I'll follow his lead. You three have fun. See you tomorrow". She followed Flames path, but diverged to the left toward the templeary.
As Spyro looked at Ash, he made slight gestures towards Cynder. The thrask caught on quickly. "You know what, I think I left the stove on. I better go check". He bolted out the tavern, leaving Cynder and Spyro alone.
"That was weird. I can't picture him cooking anything". She had a thought of Ash presenting a cake while wearing an apron. "I don't want to at least". Her attention was directed to Spyro, who looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "So what now"?
"Oh uh... how about a walk"?
"A walk"?
"Yeah. I don't think I've really seen Warfang at night. Maybe head over to the garden. See how our statues are doing".
"That sounds like it could be fun. Let's do it".
The two dragons left the tavern, but were quick to return and pay for the drinks.
With the moon as their guide, the two strode the streets of a near empty city. They weren't afraid of making noise, and would laugh as loud as they felt necessary. They walked through the market, then the courtyard, then the garden.
After they had admired their likeness capture in stone, the two decided to jump over the low wall at the back, separating the courtyard from the garden.
The farm of dew covered flowers reflected the moonlight beautifully, adding to the majesty of the area. Spyro and Cynder ran through the flowers, coming to a stop at the pond in the center.
They lay on their backs, eyes to the stars as an orchestra of crickets and toads added to the serenity and relaxation.
Cynder pointed to a cluster of stars. "Look. It's Archeastra. Goddess of honesty.
Spyro pointed to one of his own. "How about Venix".
Cynder looked for the group he was referring to, but could not recognize any. "Are you sure that's a constellation"?
"Yeah. You might not know about it. I read it in one of Flame's books. He has quite the collection".
She nodded, and went back to her own searching. "Look at that". She pointed to a cluster shaped like heart, with two dragon tails entwined with one another. "Dragons Kiss". She turned her head to face him as they laid on their backs. "What do you know about that one, book boy"?
He chuckled. "Well, it's suppose to bring a eternal happiness to anyone who declares love under it's light. Then again, that is just a myth".
She leaned in close, and whispered softly into his ear. "Personally, I like testing myths".
Spyro's eyes went wide, and his cheeks red. "R-really"? He asked as he turned his head to face hers.
Cynder inched closer to him, her hot breath sending shivers through his body. They closed the gap completely, sending jolts of pleasure through their being. As they taste eacother's saliva, Spyro felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. This caused him to pull away from their kiss.
Cynder looked at him oddly. "What's wrong? Don't you want this"?
"I do, but what about Ciezan"?
"I'm not sure. I love him, and I love being with him. But he isn't you. He isn't the purple dragon that saved the world with me. He isn't the one I truly love".
"C-Cynder".
She smiled as she thought back to the past. "We went through so much. And only recently do you show that you love me. Not when I nuzzled you. Only when I'm happy with someone else". Her eyes began to water. "Why did you wait? Why didn't you just tell me"? He stayed silent, looking away as she cried. "Why won't you tell me"?! Her words were angry, sad and lonely.
"Because I don't remember"! He admitted. "I don't remember anything before waking up under all that rubble. I don't know anything about you aside from what I've learnt recently, and trust me, not very good information to judge someone on. I don't remember Ignitus, I barely remember Sparx. Hell, the only reason I know half of what I do is because of Ash". Spyro sat upright. "I should have told you. But something about you... was so familiar. I knew I could trust you. So I kept quiet. I had no idea how I cold love someone I didn't know, and seeing you with Ciezan sparked something. I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry".
She said nothing, and instead hugged him tightly. The embrace lasted several seconds. When she released him, Cynder stared into his purple eyes, glad to finally have an answer. Even with no words, he knew she had forgiven him already
Spyro glanced to the dimly lit city. "Should we head back now"?
"Let's".
They strode the halls to their rooms. The air that night was freezing, so cold the plants had a layer of ice building around them. Spyro saw Cynder to her room, as cold as the rest of the templeary. He shivered as the door opened and a gust of wind cut through his scales. He found even his fire fizzled out after mere seconds. "Why's it so cold"? He asked in a shaking voice.
"I don't know". She shivered.
Spyro stepped aside and gestured to the door. "There's no way anyone's sleeping in here. Come on. We can sleep in my room".
The fire chambers were untouched by the cold, so the two thawed out in it's warmth. Once properly unfrozen, Spyro made a bed of sorts in the pit of cushions for Cynder, much to her disappointment. They crawled into their respective beds, and turned off the lights with a clap. "Goodnight, Cynder".
"Yeah. Goodnight".
Time passed slowly for the dragoness. Try as she may, she could not fall asleep. She did often glance at the purple dragon, sleep soundly and snoring softly. "Spyro"? She said quietly. "Spyro"? A bit louder, still no reply. Cynder snuck up to his side, and shook him gently. "Spyro"?
His eyes opened, scanning the room and landing on her. "Cynder? What is it"?
"I'm still really cold". She lied.
A yawn escaped his maw. "I could get you more blankets, if you want".
"Well, I was hoping that, maybe I could.. you know... sleep with you? Share body heat and everything".
His tired mind considered the thought poorly. "Oh, yeah. Sure. Hop in". He move to the other side of the bed and held the blankets up for her.
Cynder crawled in eagerly, the hot bed captured his body heat perfectly, especially when Spyro wrapped her in the blankets they shared. "Thank you". She laid her head onto the pillow, his scent still clung to it heavily. "Hey Spyro"?
"Yeah"?
"I had a great time today".
"Yeah. Me too".
She rotated her body so they were face to face. "Hard to think a war's on it's way, huh"?
Eyes closed, he managed to stay from sleep. "Yeah. That's gonna be something".
"Anything could happen. I'm happy I have you to keep me company".
He cracked his eyes open, the sight of Cynder so close sent waves of anxiety all around his body. "I'll always be there for you".
"I know". She inched closer, biting her lip. "I'm grateful for that. And I want you to know, that I'll be there for you". He stayed quiet, unsure of how to react as she closed the gap between them, her face taking up all his field of view. She smiled softly, and wrapped an arm around his neck, stopping him from leaving. She pressed their foreheads together. "This is nice. Isn't it"?
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. Doing so sent a shutter across his body. "It is". He agreed, and felt Cynder trail her claw down his torso, towards his groin.
She smiled devilishly as a powerful scent masked all others. Cynder lifted his chin, and pressed her lips to his, making the scent even stronger, and the purple dragon breathe harder. She pulled away from him, leaned into his ear, and whispered seductively as she shifted her gaze down. "You know what I want".
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