I'm definitely trying to keep up. I love it when you use me like the slut I am, but crying out your name over and over as we both come more than once? Gods, Fjord. I want to keep up with you all fucking night, there's nothing hotter than the way you fill me over...and over again.
[ He pops the cork off and takes a small swig, putting it back. Then Molly picks up the normal lube, weighing it in his fingers for his lover's decision. He's so fucking aroused it almost hurts, but he's determined to keep this teasing going until the half-orc breaks or he's finished being a brat. ]
[ Every iota in him wants to move, but he doesn't. Fjord isn't the type to follow just anyone's instructions yet for Molly he remains where he is, obedient and attentive as he watches him knock back some of the potion. The lube selected isn't the one he expects, halfway anticipating something wildly weird, and that's when the ones in Orcish on the table draw his eye again.
He nods to the smaller, the one he said read Burns Pleasure Into The Mate. ]
Bring that over here.
[ Anything that makes Molly feel hot is worth a shot. ]
[ Molly grins again, and then he finally starts moving closer to the bed, tossing the well-stoppered lube to Fjord and then sliding into the half-orc's lap with a near-sob of pleasure to feel that body close to his own. He's so damn hard in those panties and he has to mentally apologize to his balls for this delay, immediately surging to kiss his boyfriend deeply. ]
I love you. Fuck, Fjord, baby... I want you so much...
[ He's not shamed to be desperate two seconds in, because this all turned him on just as much as it did Fjord. ]
[ The vial rolls out of his hand, momentarily forgotten as he moans into the kiss and runs his hands up stockinged thighs, catches on garters, rakes his nails up a corset to see how much give it has; he drags Molly in impatiently with a yank on the ass and drops backwards on the bed as his hips drive up on instinct to find the lace-wrapped cock above and rut right against it to deliver his boyfriend some relief, wanting to ease those needy sobs.
A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
[ That grind draws an obscene noise out of Molly and he mimics the movement, loving the drag of the lace between the heat of their bodies. It feels so good, the fabric making him hyperaware of his own skin and the pulse in his cock.
He breathes loving words against Fjord, hungrily letting his tongue explore that wonderful mouth and tickle with the twin prongs. Then the panties shred under those impatient hands and it's bliss. Knowing Fjord is so overcome with want that he destroys these pretty and expensive things like tissue paper.
The cup at his ass makes him whine again, and there's something hard under his tail. Apparently the place also sold plugs, and he'd been sitting on one all dinner. (Thankfully it's not very big.) ]
You... you are, you're so good to me, Fjord. I love you, fuck, you feel so good...
[ Thinking he'll get off to the pure sounds Molly makes is such a naive thought when, moments later, his fingers brush something hard right under that tail; he feels it out in mild alarm before realising what's been done, groaning as he gets a grip on the plug and slowly drags it out, nipping at soft lips so he can watch Molly's expression. ]
You're that greedy for my cock that you had this up here since we got back?
[ His eyes fall closed when Fjord starts to pull it out, and then his features bloom with unabashed pleasure as it is slipped free completely. It draws a gasp out of the tiefling, and reveals a simple and fairly short plug in smooth wood; not too heavy to lie directly on his prostate but definitely felt with every breath.
Molly's already so overwhelmed by touches and textures, just smiling at Fjord as he asks. ]
I am always greedy for it, baby. It've been sitting on this for the whole dinner, always reminding me that this was coming. It's nothing compared to you, but I felt so empty.
[ That sweet smile turns into a grin as he kisses the half-orc again. ]
[ Shaking his head as he kisses him fondly, it's easy enough to toss the plug aside and reach for the panties with a hole in them for that tail, ripping them down the centre with a loud sound of tearing, expensive lace. He doesn't care a whit when it's easy access to reach down and nudge the head of his cock into that loosened, sticky hole, groaning as he slips in with minimal resistance after all of Molly's hard work throughout dinner, the soft stretch of a lightly lubed ass a relief to every ridge on Fjord's shaft. ]
[ More fabric tears under impatient fingers. Destroying such a pretty thing because sliding inside him is the only thing of Fjord's mind? Definitely drawing a sob of pleasure and need. He helps to sink down on that thick cock, sitting up more so that he's straddling Fjord. ]
Gods, how is your dick so perfect every time?
[ He gasps, voice a bit shaky from the feeling of being filled so completely after that little plug. Those ridges drive him mad and Molly barely notices that he's already started moving to ride the half-orc in breathless, hungry movements. ]
[ Breathless laughter punches out of him as he flops backwards to watch the way Molly moves. He grasps that waist and holds on tight, digging his heels into the carpet for traction and fucking up into him at a quicker pace, forcing him to stretch out with more of an ache to it. That's what Molly deserves, dressed up like he's ready to be used. ]
I could've fucked you downstairs like this, if you'd asked.
[ He laughs as well, thighs rocking him on that clock and feeling Fjord meet him with every thrust. The half-orc grasps at his tiny waist, the corset still trapping him and making some of his breaths lighter than others.
He loves this, loves to be 'used' even thought he holds all the power at the same time. Being thoroughly Fjord's. ]
Ah! That... would have been hot, but I like my ass without arrows.
[ Grinning, Molly leans down for a kiss and a teasing grin. ]
[ The world spins as he secures Molly by the waist when he leans down and rolls him over, inverting their position in a flurry to press him down with his hips, grinding in slow as he kisses each peacock feather up a scarred neck. ]
I'm saying, [ hooking an elbow under a stockinged knee to raise it up and fuck him deeper, ] you can get your sweet ass filled any time you want, just ask.
[ Even if they are in public, he'll ... make it work. Somehow. ]
[ Molly laughs at being rolled over, but it all excites him even more. Fjord might be bruised, but he could still throw him around a little bit. The stocking is so delicate and soft under those green fingers, and when the half-orc thrusts in deeper it draws a cry from his lips. ]
Any time I want, is it? [ He says, barely able to get the words out between the sweet sounds of pleasure and praise. ] Out on an adventure, h-hidden by trees and my fist in my mouth to not wake up the people in the bubble?
[ Gods, that makes him laugh and it's so annoying that Molly can literally feel the effect he has when it comes to cracking Fjord up during sex. He stops moving and sits back, Molly spread and spitted on his cock as the half-orc reaches for the other vial lost in the sheets. ]
I've had just about enough of your smart mouth, sweetheart.
[ He protests, but he loves laughing in bed so much, especially when he can feel it like this. The pause is enough to start a whine of protest from him, but then he realizes what Fjord is doing and perks up.
Burns pleasure into the mate. Still doesn't know what that means, exactly, but the saleswoman had been amused. ]
Mmm... yes, let's try that, let's see how many times I can come on your cock.
[ Molly is spoiled with a few firm thrusts before Fjord rocks his hips free, uncorking the vial to give it a sniff. Smells like pine or grass, nothing too weird. On his fingers it certainly doesn't 'burn' him, which he guessed might be the case since it was brewed specifically for orcs and while he might not be a full-blooded one he's a lot sturdier than most folk. His dick shines with the oil as he slicks himself up, a few cursory tugs taking the edge off his lust as he lines back up, yellow eyes flicking up to red. ]
Tell me if you don't like it, I'm not sure what it'll do.
[ 'Burns' is a bit of a worrying choice of words but there's nothing gentler in Orcish and he suspects it doesn't mean literally. As he pushes in and hoists a leg around his waist (those stockings are so beautiful on Molly, he can't resist palming his way up to tangle his fingers in a taut garter) the heat on Molly's end grows, not enough to hurt but every drag and rub of Fjord's cock starts to feels hot for once, tiefling resistance be damned. Wherever the oil touches Fjord's skin it's like the searingly addictive drip of candle-wax on skin, only splitting him open.
Braced above, Fjord keeps an eye on him to make sure he doesn't miss a moment, personally just enjoying the tight, wet ride of fucking his mate. ]
[ He feels so cavernously empty when Fjord pulls back and it's barely worth the experiment to not have that cock in him. Molly is curious, though, and he watches with a hungry smile as Fjord uncorks it and slicks himself up. The tugs to take the edge off is so damned hot and when the half-orc slides back where he belongs Molly cries out, immediately rocking down to meet him.
A few thrusts and he feels the difference, red eyes widening as he's heated, warm, tingling feelings spreading through his body. His mouth opens and doesn't close again, the sounds escaping him outright filthy. ]
Oh fuck, oh yes, gods, Fjord! It's good, fuck it's good, I love your cock, I love this, fuck!
[ He tosses an arm over his face, the other digging deep into the sheets as that heat just spread through his body, making every bit of him feel tingly and alive in such a strange but wonderful way. ]
[ ... He needs ten more of these vials stashed in the bag of holding, just in case. ]
Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.
[ The heat increases a bit more until it seems to have reached its max, and Molly suspects between the mind-blowing feeling of Fjord moving inside him that this was probably not advisable to use on anyone other than orcs, half-orcs and tieflings.
(They're perfect for eachother.)
Molly is absolutely falling apart under his lover's touch, loving the way he's pinned and the slap of those balls promising to fill him so well. Fjord's dirty, promising words draw another loud whine from him, the very idea hurling him towards the easiest orgasm of his life - dick completely untouched. He yowls under the half-orc, clamping down around that perfect cock and desperately holding on tightly to those goddess-broadened shoulders. ]
[ He could hold off longer but he doesn't want to force anything tonight, quickening thrusts to fuck Molly properly as he starts to seize up and tightens so deliciously, the pleasure rippling through that gorgeously gift-wrapped body in a wave. Fjord grunts as he grits his teeth and lets the squeeze of Molly's orgasm milk out his own, snarling under his breath as he tips his head back and fucks harder, the sound obscene and payoff exquisite. He shudders throughout filling up that cute ass with his seed and moans as he relaxes after, Molly's arms around him and his cock stirring stickiness to slip free and stain lace, panties soggy and soft. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck ... [ His cock twitches and he hisses, still solid with the desire Molly inspires. ] You're the perfect mate, Molls.
[ Slurring that against a prettily pec, covered in that damnable lace. ]
[ He loves the feeling of being filled and then the delicious and sinful sounds of Fjord moving in him still, wet and messy and wonderful. It's such a decadent and dirty feeling to have that lace ruined even more, drawing waves of heat through him. Strangely enough he isn't tired, though, or oversensitive. He's still hard and that is an absolute wonder. People must pay a fortune for vials of this.
Fjord's words make him feel all warm inside, smiling as the half-orc leans down over him. Reaching up to stroke his hair, Molly tries to catch his breath in that corset for a reply. ]
So are you.
[ 'Mate' is an interesting word, but definitely a turn-on. ]
[ Sagging into him with a hug, he notices the slightly laboured breathing and picks at the corset, easing out of Molly to drop to his side for a moment where they can both briefly recover. ]
Here, let me take that off you, you don't need it.
[ He would much rather Molly could breathe than fake a teeny waist, making a valiant attempt to get the restrictive clothing off with no idea how. The brassiere and panties (despite the latter being ruined) are more than enough of a kinky sight. ]
[ He arches his back so that Fjord can more easily see and pull the pretty bow there, loosening him from the restraints. Molly laughs brightly, tossing the pretty somewhere on the floor - he could deal with it later.
(His dizziness gets better, but that was just part of the slight, gentle controlled breath kink.)
With Fjord beside him, he can stretch a bit more, feeling how empty he is, but also feeling so good at the same time. He runs his hands over his own body, coming to slide a nipple between his fingers under the brassiere, and then letting his other hand wander down to touch his cock. ]
Fuck, I can't believe I'm still hard, this is so good... these potions are amazing. Is this how you always feel?
[ Fjord is a warm mountain at Molly's side where he runs a hand over that beautiful body too, groping the silky swell of a thigh where he purposefully ladders the stockings with his nails, kissing his way along a shoulder. ]
Like I'll die if I can't fuck you several times in a row? Yes.
[ His hand travels up to join the one around that pretty cock, stroking for the satisfaction of feeling how hard Molly is for him. ]
Can I have you from behind? [ Pecking kisses up a throat as if to beg permission, filthy words are politely murmured. ] I want to use my mouth on you. Please? I love it when you ride my tongue, baby.
[ He loves that mountain, that body to lean to and feel alive with. Molly makes sweet, keening sounds as those pretty, pretty stockings tear under Fjord's touch, leaning his head to the side as much as he can so that the half-orc can reach his shoulder and neck.
He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]
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[ He pops the cork off and takes a small swig, putting it back. Then Molly picks up the normal lube, weighing it in his fingers for his lover's decision. He's so fucking aroused it almost hurts, but he's determined to keep this teasing going until the half-orc breaks or he's finished being a brat. ]
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He nods to the smaller, the one he said read Burns Pleasure Into The Mate. ]
Bring that over here.
[ Anything that makes Molly feel hot is worth a shot. ]
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[ Molly grins again, and then he finally starts moving closer to the bed, tossing the well-stoppered lube to Fjord and then sliding into the half-orc's lap with a near-sob of pleasure to feel that body close to his own. He's so damn hard in those panties and he has to mentally apologize to his balls for this delay, immediately surging to kiss his boyfriend deeply. ]
I love you. Fuck, Fjord, baby... I want you so much...
[ He's not shamed to be desperate two seconds in, because this all turned him on just as much as it did Fjord. ]
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A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
You're so fucking beautiful, so beautiful ...
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He breathes loving words against Fjord, hungrily letting his tongue explore that wonderful mouth and tickle with the twin prongs. Then the panties shred under those impatient hands and it's bliss. Knowing Fjord is so overcome with want that he destroys these pretty and expensive things like tissue paper.
The cup at his ass makes him whine again, and there's something hard under his tail. Apparently the place also sold plugs, and he'd been sitting on one all dinner. (Thankfully it's not very big.) ]
You... you are, you're so good to me, Fjord. I love you, fuck, you feel so good...
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You're that greedy for my cock that you had this up here since we got back?
[ That's ... wildly hot. ]
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Molly's already so overwhelmed by touches and textures, just smiling at Fjord as he asks. ]
I am always greedy for it, baby. It've been sitting on this for the whole dinner, always reminding me that this was coming. It's nothing compared to you, but I felt so empty.
[ That sweet smile turns into a grin as he kisses the half-orc again. ]
Mmm... it goes with the outfit, doesn't it?
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[ Shaking his head as he kisses him fondly, it's easy enough to toss the plug aside and reach for the panties with a hole in them for that tail, ripping them down the centre with a loud sound of tearing, expensive lace. He doesn't care a whit when it's easy access to reach down and nudge the head of his cock into that loosened, sticky hole, groaning as he slips in with minimal resistance after all of Molly's hard work throughout dinner, the soft stretch of a lightly lubed ass a relief to every ridge on Fjord's shaft. ]
Ffffuck, baby ...
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Gods, how is your dick so perfect every time?
[ He gasps, voice a bit shaky from the feeling of being filled so completely after that little plug. Those ridges drive him mad and Molly barely notices that he's already started moving to ride the half-orc in breathless, hungry movements. ]
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[ Breathless laughter punches out of him as he flops backwards to watch the way Molly moves. He grasps that waist and holds on tight, digging his heels into the carpet for traction and fucking up into him at a quicker pace, forcing him to stretch out with more of an ache to it. That's what Molly deserves, dressed up like he's ready to be used. ]
I could've fucked you downstairs like this, if you'd asked.
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He loves this, loves to be 'used' even thought he holds all the power at the same time. Being thoroughly Fjord's. ]
Ah! That... would have been hot, but I like my ass without arrows.
[ Grinning, Molly leans down for a kiss and a teasing grin. ]
Are you saying you want to fuck me in public?
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I'm saying, [ hooking an elbow under a stockinged knee to raise it up and fuck him deeper, ] you can get your sweet ass filled any time you want, just ask.
[ Even if they are in public, he'll ... make it work. Somehow. ]
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Any time I want, is it? [ He says, barely able to get the words out between the sweet sounds of pleasure and praise. ] Out on an adventure, h-hidden by trees and my fist in my mouth to not wake up the people in the bubble?
[ Gods, that is a hot thought. ]
So naughty, baby.
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I've had just about enough of your smart mouth, sweetheart.
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[ He protests, but he loves laughing in bed so much, especially when he can feel it like this. The pause is enough to start a whine of protest from him, but then he realizes what Fjord is doing and perks up.
Burns pleasure into the mate. Still doesn't know what that means, exactly, but the saleswoman had been amused. ]
Mmm... yes, let's try that, let's see how many times I can come on your cock.
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Tell me if you don't like it, I'm not sure what it'll do.
[ 'Burns' is a bit of a worrying choice of words but there's nothing gentler in Orcish and he suspects it doesn't mean literally. As he pushes in and hoists a leg around his waist (those stockings are so beautiful on Molly, he can't resist palming his way up to tangle his fingers in a taut garter) the heat on Molly's end grows, not enough to hurt but every drag and rub of Fjord's cock starts to feels hot for once, tiefling resistance be damned. Wherever the oil touches Fjord's skin it's like the searingly addictive drip of candle-wax on skin, only splitting him open.
Braced above, Fjord keeps an eye on him to make sure he doesn't miss a moment, personally just enjoying the tight, wet ride of fucking his mate. ]
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A few thrusts and he feels the difference, red eyes widening as he's heated, warm, tingling feelings spreading through his body. His mouth opens and doesn't close again, the sounds escaping him outright filthy. ]
Oh fuck, oh yes, gods, Fjord! It's good, fuck it's good, I love your cock, I love this, fuck!
[ He tosses an arm over his face, the other digging deep into the sheets as that heat just spread through his body, making every bit of him feel tingly and alive in such a strange but wonderful way. ]
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Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.
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[ The heat increases a bit more until it seems to have reached its max, and Molly suspects between the mind-blowing feeling of Fjord moving inside him that this was probably not advisable to use on anyone other than orcs, half-orcs and tieflings.
(They're perfect for eachother.)
Molly is absolutely falling apart under his lover's touch, loving the way he's pinned and the slap of those balls promising to fill him so well. Fjord's dirty, promising words draw another loud whine from him, the very idea hurling him towards the easiest orgasm of his life - dick completely untouched. He yowls under the half-orc, clamping down around that perfect cock and desperately holding on tightly to those goddess-broadened shoulders. ]
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Fuck, fuck, fuck ... [ His cock twitches and he hisses, still solid with the desire Molly inspires. ] You're the perfect mate, Molls.
[ Slurring that against a prettily pec, covered in that damnable lace. ]
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Fjord's words make him feel all warm inside, smiling as the half-orc leans down over him. Reaching up to stroke his hair, Molly tries to catch his breath in that corset for a reply. ]
So are you.
[ 'Mate' is an interesting word, but definitely a turn-on. ]
I feel so good, baby... you're so good to me.
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[ Sagging into him with a hug, he notices the slightly laboured breathing and picks at the corset, easing out of Molly to drop to his side for a moment where they can both briefly recover. ]
Here, let me take that off you, you don't need it.
[ He would much rather Molly could breathe than fake a teeny waist, making a valiant attempt to get the restrictive clothing off with no idea how. The brassiere and panties (despite the latter being ruined) are more than enough of a kinky sight. ]
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(His dizziness gets better, but that was just part of the slight, gentle controlled breath kink.)
With Fjord beside him, he can stretch a bit more, feeling how empty he is, but also feeling so good at the same time. He runs his hands over his own body, coming to slide a nipple between his fingers under the brassiere, and then letting his other hand wander down to touch his cock. ]
Fuck, I can't believe I'm still hard, this is so good... these potions are amazing. Is this how you always feel?
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Like I'll die if I can't fuck you several times in a row? Yes.
[ His hand travels up to join the one around that pretty cock, stroking for the satisfaction of feeling how hard Molly is for him. ]
Can I have you from behind? [ Pecking kisses up a throat as if to beg permission, filthy words are politely murmured. ] I want to use my mouth on you. Please? I love it when you ride my tongue, baby.
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He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]
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