White Ink [AO/Eurynomos]

Ahh, the Hot Springs, how Eurynomos loved places like these. There they were, all the people, walking around like little happy meals with legs, naked and ready for the picking, most of them completely oblivious to the presence of a being such as Eurynomos. His original intent had been to come here for the purpose of finding himself a new batch of test subjects. He'd made the mistake relatively recently of setting up someplace where they didn't speak the languages he knew, and having recently come to Japan before now, he'd decided to set up shop around here. The problem when he couldn't understand a word they were saying, was it was difficult getting all of the results from the tests he was doing. At least here, in this country, he could get some decent subjects and, considering his first attempt since coming back to the field, a dry run, he'd hope to have worked out most of the bugs by now. There of course, was another reason for coming here. This country seemed to hold both a danger and an opportunity for Eurynomos. More so than anywhere else in the world, he'd found that the people here were often in possession of heightened spiritual energy. While this meant some risk to him, those people possibly able to arm themselves, it also meant it was easier for him to find food, as well as extraordinary people, with extraordinary abilities worth studying.

Approaching the Hot Spring's inn, with his own energies closely guarded and suppressed, just in case, Eurynomos would be delighted to sense that someone, of the type he often sought, was apparently there already. He had hoped to grab a few people and be done with it, but since there was apparently a food source for him available, and he was feeling a bit peckish, he'd see if he couldn't grab himself a fun little snack first. Despite the fact that he had a sustainable food source waiting at home in his lab, some people he'd already captured and had locked away, being far away from home now, he'd be eating out, this being more convenient than him having to wait until he got back. The whole thing was a rare stroke of luck, really.

Sneaking around, passing through the forests, tentacles gripping and pulling him along between the trees, feet not even touching the ground, approaching with complete silence, he'd circle the fenced off area around the heightened spiritual pressure that he sensed. Finding a small gap in the fence, consisting of eight foot tall wooden panels, he'd peer through a small gap and see, from behind, a dark haired woman with, it being visible even from here, a number of tattoos. It was obvious, from the way her spiritual energy sprawled out, only helping to wet his appetite, that she was relaxed. In this state, he had to wonder how well she would even notice his presence if he were to relax the tight hold he had on his energy. He wouldn't put it to the test.

Slowly, but cautiously, he'd lift himself up, soundlessly using the trees around him, not trusting the fence to take his weight, and peer over the top to get a better view. He was concerned about how exposed he was, easy to spot if she just turned around and looked up, so, glancing away to one side, he saw a still thick collection of golden leaves, a bit of tree overhanging the fence, a good enough hiding place as any. The angle for him would change a bit as he moved into position. He'd get to see the woman in profile. She didn't look that bad, quite attractive actually. He could see something else too now, strange shapes and shifting movement all across her skin. It appeared these tattoos of hers were alive. He hoped this wouldn't prove an obstacle, but he'd just have to risk it.

She was alone, and this was exactly what he needed. He was really, truly lucky in that regard. How to keep it that way, he wondered. Well that was simple enough. Snaking one of his tentacles around, then carefully moving it, hidden under the overhang of the nearby building, he'd tuck the tip down at the top of the door and, using a particularly sturdy piece of flat stone, which he'd picked up, and wedging it into the middle of the two sliding ways, keeping it held in place by himself, he'd effectively jam the door.

All the while, as he did this, he'd survey the surroundings. He saw a small bubbling fount of water, on top of a little mound of stones, that trickled water through a gulley directly into the pool where the woman was. From looking at her, eyes closed, he could see she was relaxed, but for this to work, he'd have to see her just a little more at ease. Another one of his tentacles would sneak around, through the trees and, coming through underneath the fence, would worm further into the Hot Spring area. The mound of stones blocking the tentacle's approach from sight, it'd trail along the ground before coming up to the top of the fount. Barely making any change to the sound of the water as it bubbled up, Eurynomos would slowly slide down the pipe one of his tendrils. He could see her slipping under the water's surface now, so even if the slight change of noise would have disturbed her, she wouldn't hear it. The water was hot, and it'd take him a moment to get used to it, but the sensation of warm water flowing over his skin was nice. As he saw her submerge, from this angle, he could better see all of, and appreciate, the naked body of this woman. Slowly, he'd begin to feel the shaft between his legs unfurl and expand. Back in the springs, the fount of the water coming out the top would not be blocked, but instead it'd bubbled with a greater virulence and a slightly increased pressure. Releasing it from the pores of his skin, from the tentacle he now had poisoning the water supply, would come a thick, translucent syrupy like substance. Not obvious at first, diluted by the water, which would continue to be clear, at first, this substance slowly but surely, begins to tint the water with a slight cloudiness, things still quite visible. When she came back up for air, she would doubtlessly smell the sweet scent in the air and, having been submerged, will have already doubtlessly have begun to feel the effects of his toxin. Coming around, towards her from behind of where she'd been facing before submersing herself, sneaking under the fence, three more of Eurynomos's tentacles would begin to creep across the ground.

Word Count: 1137
Total GP: 22
Artificer: Equipping for this scenario, Eurynomos's Minor Modification, Sedative Secretion #1

Her tattoos continued to dance, inaudibly moving about her skin as she sunk to the bottom of the pool. Once her bottom touched the stones, she moved her feet so she could resurface and gain another taste of that sweet sauna air. Her head breached the surface, with a loud splash as she shook her wet hair from her face. It clung to her eyes and cheek, causing her to move it aside with her hands and rub her eyes free of any water that would obscure her vision.

Still no one in sight. She let out a peaceful sigh as she moved to the other side of the deeper pool, reaching up to the sides of the rocks and putting her arms on there as a sort of anchor. She lifted her body in a casual floating position, the back of her body quietly floating to the surface of the water and revealing the dragon on her back circling around majestically. She was glad there was no one around. It gave them all a chance to be... themselves. Inanimate usually, and hidden from an untrained - and nonspiritual - eye, they typically got anxious and craved the time she allowed them to move or show. Her tattoos were just that; tattoos. Yet, at the same time, her ability allowed her to breathe actual life into the artwork. It made her so happy to be able to create life like that which danced on her skin.

She took a moment to inhale, breathing in that steamy, beneficial sauna air as she closed her eyes once again. She was at peace. At the worst, someone would walk in and 'imagine' seeing the dragon moving on her back, or the other animals moving about. She could just chalk that up and explain it as a hallucination from the sauna or something. She'd figure it out if it happened. Otherwise, life was good at that moment. Her body wasn't so tense because of work, it was actually quite relaxed and it felt... great to be like this. It sure as hell beat being cramped in a tattoo parlor all day.

The air was sweet and steamy, and it was pleasant to the good ol' nose to notice a change in the way it smelled. Not that it was terrible before, but something about an area that smelled nice was always a little more relaxing. Her body came to rise more at the surface, until her entire body was floating easily in the water, not a doubt of relaxation in her. She slowly moved so she was floating on her back, carefully letting go of the rocks and setting herself to drift in the sauna, her body a motion picture as the tattoos moved about in various manners on their host. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, taking in another deep breath and letting it out in a happy sigh.

"Man, this is the life."

[491]

Oh this was perfect, just so perfect. As she same back to the surface, he'd frozen, afraid of being spotted, but as she continued to lounge luxuriously in the water, he could tell his presence was still undetected and he would, as such, continue to slither his tentacles onward. This would be easy, or at least he often found that was how it went. Nice and relaxed, that was the best way to have them. That way even if they objected to his sudden presence, more often than not, their bodies would betray them.

He watched now as she moved to the deeper end of the pool, where her feet could not touch the floor. Once more, this would be in his favour, and he'd carefully and silently slide his tendrils into the water. It was almost like she was trying to give him a show. He'd seen the top half of her, the shoulders and the neck from behind, and most of her from the side. When she'd submersed herself, he'd gotten the chance to see all along her front. He was entranced by her body. The tattoos swirling across her skin gave her an exotic quality, but he was also enticed by her figure, her form. He knew from personal experience that not all woman these days were so nicely shaped.

When she turned around, to float on her front, hands holding the rocks, it took everything he had not to strike there and then. Seeing her behind, and just the slightest hint of her sex, it was enough to have him bulging, hard, at full mast. Still, he'd pick his moment. On her back, he saw the swirling dragon and pondered at what sort of power she might have. What danger was there, for when he struck? Would those Tattoos of hers come to life, or would they simply scatter and dance frantically upon her as she struggled, reflecting her mood? Either way, he had the solution. Seeing how relaxed she was now, he resolved to do the same. Everything was going well enough, it was all going quite smoothly. As she turned, and began to float on her back, he'd take a deep cleansing breath to eliminate any tension. With this, he'd allow himself to focus on her energy and, bringing himself to feel as she felt, quiet, relaxed. He'd let his reiatsu drift and shift, matching the taste of his target's own energy.

Seeing her turned over again was a delight, and this time he could more clearly see her gorgeous cunt. Well, this seemed a good a time as any and he doubted he could hold himself back anyway in either case. Knowing that there'd be a moment of surprise, and perhaps a little unbidden pleasure at a sudden and intimate touch, Eurynomos expected himself to feel similar emotions and thus keep that synchronisation that should keep him resilient to any retaliation, at least for the first few moments. After that he'd have hoped to have forced her to settle back down. Regardless, he expected the serum he'd introduced into the water to help with that.

With his first tentacle he'd lie in wait beneath both of her legs. With the second, he'd line up for that soft and inviting target between her legs. And with the third he'd ready to press on her upper back. "Man, this the life," she'd said, and with a smile, he had to agree with her. Sliding more tentacles in towards the water, to have them join in on the fun, he'd make a start. Suddenly, but not to violently or quickly, he'd raise his first tentacle up. The length of it barring across both of her long legs, catching her at the knee joints and lifting them up, he'd immediately put the delectable woman off-balance. Normally such a move would usually throw her into a wild tumble into the water, but his third tentacle would be there to catch her instantly, her head barely plunging in the water for more than an instant. Pressing on her upper back, steadying her, suction caps locking on, he'd keep her face just above the water line, while her legs and sex, on which he'd already begun an assault, would be raised about a foot out of the spring, the water flowing over her and cascading off her smooth naked body in a downpour that'd rain back down on the water's surface.

Her legs would be kept apart, the suction cap on the appendage holding them up locking on and the whole length of the thing remaining stiff. Sliding up and down the length of her sex, the tentacle working to part those soft lips, would release more of the sedative that Eurynomos's body was capable of producing. He'd slide it back and forth gently for long, slow strokes, using the long full length of his appendage. Not wanting to start too rough, not entering just yet, he'd none the less provide a light suction with his caps as he massaged her most intimate area.

Word Count (Total): 844 (1981)
Total GP: 39

The woman waved some water over her body, covering the tiger pacing her stomach and causing it to react as if it was truly wet. The woman let out a soft sigh as she rested her arms to her side, moving them every few seconds across the surface of the water. It was quiet, with just a light hiss from the heating areas and the sound of the fountain releasing water. When the next series of events occurred, the woman was caught unaware, with not even the time to summon her tattoos into the real dimension.

The first tentacle to touch her caused an immediate sense of alarm due to the foreign sensation, causing every animal on her skin to tense up and become primed for attack. They moved immediately to vital areas, with the dragon circling her neck entirely and the cat predators covering her breasts immediately, safeguarding her lungs and heart from possible attacks. However, none went to the areas that the creature desired. Her legs spread within moments, forced open by the tentacles that began their assault without warning.

The woman began to let out a cry for help, but there was no voice that came out. A quiet squeak, at the most, but her body seemed to fight against the idea once she felt a moistened tentacle touch her sex in broad strokes. She felt warmth rising from the areas he touched, a foreign sensation than the tentacles themselves, yet it was a familiar stranger. She knew this feeling, but not to such high levels. The tentacles holding her up and apart emanated a warmth that sent shivers down her spine, and the tentacle that caressed her sent electric sparks up her body and caused her voice to fail her.

'What in the hell is this!' she cried in her mind, the only way to even speak in any way. She struggled for the moment, trying to work her way away from the tentacle that assaulted her sex at the very least. She tried closing her legs, using any and all muscles she could've possibly tried to use, only to no avail. Azure eyes widened as more sparks worked their way through her body, effectively numbing her fingers and toes as the tentacle worked its way along her.

"S-Stop... help...!" she tried crying out once more, succeeding in making her voice rise above a casual talking tone and hopefully alerting another to her struggle.

[408]

His focus on his prey, gauging even the smallest of reactions from her, he would be delighted to hear a quiet, subdued squeak. She was a squeaker, how wonderful. They were always the best kind. It gave him such a clear indication that it was going exactly as he'd hoped and, keeping the intake slow and carefully tempered, he'd begin to leech the spiritual energy out of his target. He'd have had plenty of practice before, feeding off his targets in this manner. Keeping the rate of energy drain down, he made sure to have it at a level that she could not feel, and certainly far below the level that was painful to others. This did mean however, that this feeding might take some time, but this was fine with him. When she 'called out' for help, he couldn't help but allow a little, low chuckle to reverberate in the back of his throat. More tentacles joining the party, a pair would coil themselves around her arms and wrists, holding them steady by her sides. Before speaking, before emerging from his hiding place, he'd see to it that a tendril wrapped itself around her face, gently blindfolding her eyes.

"Aww... come now, you're going to have to speak louder than that if you want anyone to come..."

He'd been gradually picking up the pace of his tentacle, the one sliding long up and down the length of her sex. Now though, he'd really go for it, like a furious violin player. Slowly, carefully, he'd begun to drag her in towards the shore, where he was now coming down to settle and stand. He'd speak with a relaxed, lengthy tone, giving the current type of assault, the stroking, plenty of time to have an effect before moving onto the next level of stimulation.

"... then again... would you really want anyone to come in now? ... They wouldn't be able to see me... let alone help you... and how would you feel, them seeing you like this? ... That'd be somewhat embarassing I'd think... And besides... if someone were to come in now... you'd miss out on all this..."

On cue, he'd have more of his tendrils get to work. A couple either side of her lips down below, he'd press in gently and pull the flesh apart, exposing it for Eurynomos to better see and appreciate, but also to play with. As one tentacle continued, much as it had done so already - though slightly tempered and not so furious - to stroke up and down the soft pink area, another came around to the very top of her sex. The tip of a tendril finding, and locking on a suction cap for a stimulation that no human mouth could achieve, he'd begin to make use - sucking, pulling gently, wiggling - of that little hooded bump that was so often an effective means of getting pleasure out of a woman. He still wouldn't enter, the day still young.

"It's quite alright. I don't intend to do anything to harm you, quite the opposite. Think of this... as an exotic massage..."

As she got closer to the shore, she'd likely feel the balls of her feet hit the pools edge. It was at this point that Eurynomos would reach in. Moving between her legs, spread out, he'd run his human like hands tantalisingly across the inside of her thighs, before continuing to trail them up towards her abdomen. He'd observed that the ink on her skin had moved, seemingly to protect the vital parts of her body, though not the vital parts that he was after. This had left her with a pale, smooth skin, a blank canvas and, with her dark hair, and soft features, it was all too much of a tempting target. He'd rub his hands soothingly across her abdomen for a little while, allowing himself to feel this little quivering creature.

"... let all the tension drain away. Close your eyes and feeeel what is happening to you. It won't go well if you deny it."

Leaning his head in, he'd begin to lick her skin, burying the tip of his unnaturally long tongue in her belly button, all the while his hands moving around to explore and feel up and down the length of her back. He didn't know if he could get her to consciously relax, to get into it, but he didn't necessarily need her mind's co-operation, just her body's.

Word Count (Total): 740 (2721)
Total GP: 54

The artist writhed in the air, until she felt her body being pulled and moved. Her hair dragged along the smooth stones of the shore, allowing her to know where she was at the very least. She wasn't floating in the air any longer, which was a good thing. The only good she could have possibly seen in the situation. Well, there was the one thing, but she was so... against the idea of what exactly was doing the motions that she didn't focus on that kind of good.

Her clitoris was stimulated, and with the tentacles covering her eyes, it seemed to heighten the euphoria that his secretion and drug-like technique seemed to create. She was slowly riding her way up to Cloud Nine, against her will. As Eurynomos spoke, she felt a quiet gasp leave her lips. His voice was... dark, and echoed in her ears like a beautiful bell. She fell immediately in love with his voice, falling deep with each syllable that left his tongue. "Help..."

When her feet finally touched the edge of the shore, she tensed, a motion she immediately regretted, as it allowed his tentacle to force its way tighter on her sensitive nub. The pulling and sucking sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, causing her hands to grip whatever she could. A tentacle was firmly in her grasp, a dripping ooze coating her hand and forcing its way in her skin like the rest of the secretion. She felt her body tingle, a gasp turning into a desperate moan as she felt her hips tremble at his touch, her thighs slowly caressed by his actual hands.

The word echoed in her ears as she let out another squeak, defiantly shaking her hips a little, trying to move away from his touch as she felt his breath against her damp skin. It failed, horribly, ending only with the tentacle around her clitoris pulling her right back in place with a pleasurable tug. "Please stop... fuck..." she felt her toned stomach tense as his tongue wiggled against her skin, sending shivers through her skin and creating goosebumps along her forearms. "Please... stop!" she cried out again, trying to make her voice raise loud enough to draw attention. At this rate, she didn't care if someone saw her in such a... compromising position, she just wanted to end it before it advanced any further.

[400]

He'd slowly and carefully look up the length of Shion's body, from his current position, tongue still extended, looking up towards her face. She was getting louder and louder, but oddly enough, this didn't seem to bother Eurynomos so much. He noted how much more she writhed, how much she desperately fought against the waves of pleasure assaulting her only to have, in some instances, that movement make things worse. It was good. It meant that one way or another, unintentionally, she knew exactly how she needed move to enhance the experience for herself, and it would thus, only be better for her once she decided to take advantage of that.

He felt one of his tentacles being grasped and, while they were not, strictly speaking, a sensitive part of him, prone to pleasurable stimulation, it was another good sign of how much progress he was making. Subtly, mostly curious to see her reaction, he'd swell and expand that tentacle, making it mimic the rough girth and thickness of a slightly larger than average penis. It'd grow hot and warmer also, due to increased blood flow, and he wondered how closely it'd resemble the real thing. Mostly for a sense of completion and symmetry, he'd make a point of bringing another tentacle, similarly expanded, and worming it into the palm of her other hand, hoping for it to be grasped too. Unlikely to be getting any movement from her, but possibly, he'd begin to slide them back and forth in her grip. Again, they gave him no sense of pleasure in the strictest sense, but, looking at the woman, he supposed she might be already familiar with the sensation on her hands he was currently simulating, and possibly that would help make her feel more... immersed.

He'd make further use of his hands now, getting them into an even more erotic positions. Sliding them sensually across her skin, he'd reach up across her torso to come towards her breasts from the sides. Letting his fingers trail up, towards her armpits, they'd come back in towards her front, over her mounds in a careful spiral, coming ever and ever closer to the nipples. Rubbing and circling them for a little bit, he'd happily change to fondling the whole breasts, quite gently. He was slightly concerned about the ink around this part of her body. It was unclear what sort of response there would be if he reached this part of her, and he may have to withdraw away, quickly in the first signs of trouble. Failing that, a pair of tentacles would move in and, sliding over the skin, depositing, more of his slime on her, they'd attach via suction caps, especially by the nipples and would begin to pull and play.

More and more, he could feel her writhe and 'suffer' in his grasp, and she continued to cry out. As he continued to work on her, he'd glance up, several times to the nearby door, where, although nothing else could be seen through, one could at least glimpse a silhouette of an attendant if need be. Oddly enough, his looks to the building were not actually out of fear, but oddly enough, impatience. He wasn't some amateur trying to get this done quickly, this wasn't a first experience for him and he had a very specific plan in mind.

The attendants at this institute were obviously lousy, all this commotion going on and they were taking so long to get here. It frustrated him slightly, he was eager to get onto the main event, but without them, he wouldn't be able to. He gave Shion a cursory glance. Damn, at this rate she would 'arrive' long before any of them would. Well, there would be nothing for it. As if responding to her pleads, which one would never have realistically expected him to obey, and were obviously, to the both Shion and Eurynomos, meant more as an outcry for help, as well as an involuntary response to his stimulation, Eurynomos would begin to slow in his assault, continuing to stroke her in those delicate places, but doing so more slowly. Taking his hand, he'd give a couple of harsh, swift slaps down on her sides, her skinny body giving little padding between the outside world and her ribs. A brief pause and a couple of lashes, this time across her arse, delivered by tentacle. It was cruel, he knew, not that he cared about such things, but he couldn't have her climax, not just yet. On the plus side, maybe it'd get her to call out louder.

He'd almost forget though, one of the more important bits, he needed to set the scene, and he almost curse at having forgotten to do so before striking her. Hopefully he'd still have time before help got here. Leaning in, close to her ear, blowing a bit of hot air into it first to announce his arrival and to let her know where he was, he'd speak again. She'd seemed to respond so well to his voice before, so he kept it low and gentle, dip and as a lover's whisper. He'd have to really pull back on his stimulation of her to quieten her enough for her to hear him now. Firstly he'd playfully hum a few low bars of some distant melody, then he'd begin.

"It appears we have the classic race against the clock now, doesn't it, dear. Tick... tock..."

He'd begin to pick up the pace on her lower regions again, but continued to speak, hopefully with her having enough control that she could stay quiet enough to listen. Oddly enough, through it all, there was still no penetration. He was playing the long game, with the long foreplay.

"Can help arrive to save you before it's too late?"

Once more he'd look up at the door. Still nobody? Damn, what was taking them so long? He'd have to continue onward, improvising.

"But every second they don't arrive, you have to wonder, will they get here in time? And worse, every minute they don't come, you have to wonder, will they ever get here? Are they coming at all? Can they even hear you? Are they even able to come to you? What if they never come at all? What if I did something to them? What then? And even if they were to arrive in the next second or so, would it already be too late? Is there anything they could do to stop the su-"

He stopped abruptly. Finally. Fortunately realising, at the last moment, that he needed to do this, Eurynomos would hastily reach up and cover Shion's mouth.

"Hello? Ma'am, is everything okay in there?"

Wider than ever before, the grin on Eurynomos's face would spread. He was a horrible, vicious and cruel thing. His next words would be a subtle feigned disappointment and frustration, but a little too calm and defeatist to be taken seriously. He'd stop the movement on her body, down below, abruptly.

"Damn... it looks like they've appeared just in time, what ever shall I do..."

His voice jumps slightly, boisterous.

"Oh, what's this?"

The tentacles on her sex, would begin to massage again, slowly, but gently.

"Oh, what terrible luck. It would appear that the door is jammed. I do hope it wasn't something I accidentally did when I was fiddling around over there earlier."

With a subtle little nod to what it was he'd done, he'd reach up and tap a brief rhythm of three on Shion's forehead using his other hand, before immediately tapping out, more audibly, the same three knocks on the nearby door. For a moment of two, he'd let that sink in for his target, but not before long he'd continue. Timing on this particular moment was kind of crucial.

"Well... maybe it's all for the best..."

He'd say speaking over the sound of the attendant nearby.

"I mean, maybe you'll still have another chance, in a few minutes. It's possible they'll send someone around to get here from outside, they'd have to climb over the fence, or maybe they'll be more drastic and try to knock the door down... however, you have to ask, could you have even lasted that long and what would actually happen if they came in here? Oh, I'm not talking about you being caught in a compromising position."

In some ways he hated this, what he was going to do next would be so crude, but he was after fast food today, so needs must, he'd have to be sloppy. He sighed slightly.

"I am a Hollow after all, and we are somewhat forceful in getting what we want, and believe me, I want you. Such beauty, such delicate, pale skin and dark hair, very mystic, very 'gothic'. I could easily imagine you in that setting, a graceful maiden of the night. Have you ever actually... ah! But I digress. My point is, I doubt I'd be happy to be interrupted in the middle of this most pleasurable activity. What would actually happen if they came in here? Oh, it's possible that they might distract me for a moment, and in that time you might be able to wiggle free, but it seems unlikely, and even then, would it be worth the sacrifice? Would you really allow them to come in here, with someone as dangerous as me? I don't think either of us would want to see anyone hurt..."

That was the part that made him twinge slightly. He had no problem making that kind of subtle, loosely veiled threat, but it made him seem too monstrous and evil. It worried him how she might react to that new element of fear. He'd made a special subtle addition.

"...especially you."

Immediately, he'd come all over concerned and soothing. Once more he'd give her regions down below a rest.

"Oh... shh... I know, I know... it's hard to find words right now, but I want you to think about what needs to be done here. I'll help you..."

He slowly uncovered her mouth. In the doorway it looked like the original attendant had called someone over and there were now two standing in the doorway now. A second voice, different from the first one called out, asking if she was alright. It would be right on cue...

"Shh... take a deep breath to calm yourself and repeat after me, nice and clearly... I'm fine... Everything's okay... I just need a bit... I'm sorry, I just need a moment to sort myself out... Could you stand for a while and make sure nobody else comes in? I'll give you a shout when I'm done, I promise."

He'd pause after each little snippet, giving her the chance to obediently follow his instructions, or for him to measure her response, to be ready with further encouragement if she faltered. In the face of downright defiance, he'd have to come up with another plan. However, he felt, this was when it would all start to come together. While the attendants would likely be unaware of what was going on, exactly, there was a chance they wouldn't ask any more follow up questions and if they did, he could have her respond with some vague and nonspecific response. Of course, this was all just the beginning, he was ready to really start on getting to work on her from here on.

Word Count: 1905 (4626)
Total GP: 92

With a, sadly familiar, in a sense, shape forming in now both hands, the woman let out a groan in continuation with the remaining noises that left out of her lips. His hands were the next to elicit a noise from her, a soft moan and a sharp gasp as his hands explored the areas of her body, until they stopped above her breasts.

His hands cupped her bare breasts, where predatory beasts of ink remained, ready and willing to lunge at any opponent or threat that her body deemed. Yet, nothing happened. No matter how much she wanted the lions and snakes to rush at Eurynomos, his secretion was steadily doing its job as well as he planned. Her body betrayed her thoughts, neglecting her desire for the end of this scene and instead falling for it completely. They hissed and growled, yet nothing. Her body writhed too fully in its own coil of pleasure around his tentacles that she seemed to be a prisoner inside of her own skin.

And like a prisoner, she was punished. Cruelly, her body was assaulted by his hands and his tentacles in now violent manners. What had begun as electric sparks inside of her womb and lower body now ended in a climactic thunderstorm, raging inside of every erogenous zone she had on her body. His tentacles sucked harshly on her nipples, yet remained delicate enough to entrance her and numb her body further as his appendage writhed against her sex. Without warning, her ribs began to sting, with a series of slaps ringing off the stone walls of the sauna. She cried out, a squeak of pain and a gasp of pleasure as her vocal cords tried to voice every emotion with confusion. Then, her rear began to hurt, with a tentacle slapping the flesh as well.

Then, came his voice. It hummed in her ear, with a bass that caused her ears to twitch and her body to convulse slightly as she let out another helpless, animal-like squeak of excitement. She bit down upon her lip, despising the fact of another being even doing such a thing to her with just their voice. What was it about this... creature, this abomination, that caused such a reaction? She was no nymphomaniac, and she hardly cared for the act of love-making or even the idea of sex for the sake of sex. Rape was not a part of her remote thought process and she despised the idea of it, yet why was she so in love with what happened to her at this very moment? Why did his veiled threat seem like an exciting game?

With another inhale, she mustered the strength to cry out for help again, only to be cut off by Eurynomos' hand reaching up to silence her. Not a second later, she heard a voice from the door, with a silhouette in the door frame revealing she had a savior at last. She tried to open her mouth to speak, yet there was no words that came out. Instead, a lust-driven mind took over, if only briefly, to slip her tongue between the very fingers that assaulted her body. She could hear his feigned fear of someone finding him or catching the two in the hideous scene they were in, yet nothing more echoed in her ear than his dulcet voice. His words slipped into her ear like a hypnotic hum, enticing her to do whatever she could to continue his onslaught, even after her wish was finally granted and his tentacles had finally stopped sucking and rubbing against her body.

'Stop... what the fuck are you doing?!' her mental train of thought began to slowly find its track as she tried to coerce her own body into obeying, screaming mentally at herself. 'Someone's gonna come by and help... someone can help kill this sick son of a bitch! If not, I'll do it myself with my bare hands if I hafta! Just... stop doing this disgusting thing! Stop liking it! Stop enjoying it!'

As his tentacles slowly began to work their way back into a rhythm, she listened to the people on the outside of the door speak, yet no voice was louder than Eurynomos' own voice. He finally... explained who it was. He, in a sense, allowed Shion to understand the gravity of her own situation and the reason why such a thing was occurring. It wasn't some secret individual that had powers, like Damian or others like her. It was the very opposite. Her first... encounter of a hollow. The beings her mother's people slaughtered for a day-to-day task, and the ones her mothers both warned her of.

'Keep your powers in check... never let your guard down... I fucked up.'

He was dangerous. What Shion couldn't tell was how dangerous he was. She had no sight of him. She couldn't do anything more than let her own body react to his power, his secretion that now covered most of her body. Her tongue still licked feverishly at his fingertips until the very moment his hand uncovered her mouth, causing her to pant heavily at the first gasp of clean air she was given. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a small trail of saliva linking his hand and her tongue as she shivered from the touch of his tentacles.

Then, came the demand. She shivered as he told her what she was to say, her tongue slipping back into her mouth and her alabaster teeth clamping down on her soft lips, causing the skin around the areas to turn white. He wanted her to dismiss the individuals she wanted so desperately to save her. She let out a quiet moan between her teeth, allowing them to slowly open as she began to follow his orders, desperate for his attention to continue even further. A fire was lit within her, and she craved for it to be stoked into a wildfire.

"I-I'm... fine..! Everything's o-okay... I just need a second to relax and... uhm... get myself back together, is that okay?"

It sounded perfect, almost realistic instead of like a reading of a cue-card. Yet, even the hollow couldn't control everything about her.

"Actually... uhm... could you c-come in really fast and help me out? I th-think I hurt myself... I-I..." she tried to rat her assailant out, only to have the plan fall to ruin as his masculine hand covered her mouth immediately, his fingers forcefully clamping around her jaw to silence any words that came from her further. The sudden movement caused her to twitch, and then the sudden realization came to mind.

She wasn't getting out of this that easily.


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She was responding well. It seemed he had her doing and feeling exactly as he wanted. He'd keep her excited, on the edge of release, watch as her mind unravelled and her body began to move on its own. He felt a wave of pleasure and excitement as she began to slide her tongue around his fingers. That was exactly what he wanted, her body wanted something in her mouth and, actually, this was the very first target he was hoping to actually go for. Oh, she was coming together quite perfectly... hmm... but not quite as perfectly as he'd hoped. As she repeated his words, addressing the attendants on the other side of the door, he'd watch her closely. It was all going quite well, she was saying exactly what he wanted, but he knew from experience better than to let his guard down. The moment she began to try and say anything off script, he'd bring his hand back to her mouth, quick. She'd get as far as "Actually... uhm... could you..." before he cut her off. It was a close thing too, and if it wasn't for her moment of hesitation, she might have managed to get out the cry for help she needed. However, he could tell there was far too much conflict within her now, and all he needed to do was help tip the scales.

"Ohh..."

He'd whisper to her again, soothingly, allowing all the stimulation, all the assault on her body, to rest. He would grant her just enough time to clear her head, to think clearly for a moment or two, though not so clearly that she might try to fight back. In the calm, he'd hear the attendants again...

"Yes? Hello, Ma'am?"

Silence would be enough of an answer for them, and seeing as the door was jammed anyway, they'd probably go off of what they had managed to hear so far, what had been spoken clearly, and stand watch, not letting anyone in, not rushing in to 'save the day'. He'd been slightly disappointed by her attempt to call out for help. She was clearly more defiant and stubborn than he'd hoped. It just meant that, for next time, he needed to do some work, increasing the strength of his toxin.

"Come now, that was very selfish of you. Somehow I don't think you're thinking clearly, my dear. Don't you care at all about these people? Though I did notice how you hesitated. I want you to think now, really think, what would happen if anyone came in right now. Did you notice any high energy people here, anyone besides you and I with any sort of power. You can probably remember, before you came in here, the faces of those attendants. How quickly would I dispose of them? I doubt they'd even manage to slow down what's happening to you now. Do you think they have family? People that'd miss them when they're gone. I really meant what I said when I said I didn't want to see anyone hurt, but what choice would I have, if they came in here?"

Carefully, he'd begin to relax the hand pressed to her mouth. Slowly but surely, he'd begin to lower her body back down to the ground, getting her standing, legs apart, on her knees. He'd return to gently massaging her lower regions, while pulling her arms, at her sides, back a bit, forcing her to lean back and stick out her chest.

"Shh... I know... I know, it's difficult. You want more than anything to get away from here, but that isn't going to happen. I'm sorry, I know it's a little harsh, but you don't need to worry, I'm here. You will probably have realised by now, there's only one way to get out of this, to escape the suffering of this moment. It must be so very tempting, and I can tell you, it's okay. I know it might seem shameful, or embarassing, but it's just the two of us here. I won't judge, I welcome your honesty. You can surrender to your body. I won't think any less of you. This can be our little secret, you wouldn't even need to tell anyone. It can be a remarkable, amazing moment for you, a gift, a time of pleasure, and once it's over it can simply be a memory. I know that I can be a bit 'forceful', I'm a Hollow, I'm afraid that's just our way, but if you would just allow me, to show you this. I'm sure you've already noticed the advantage I already have over other men, how much more, as a Hollow, I can do for you. Let me show you, I promise you won't regret it. If you're worried I might do anything dangerous to you, there's no need to worry. My power allows me to drink, sip, the energy out of a person, without killing. It's nothing harmful or permanent I assure you. I simply skim off a little bit of your excess energy. It'll all come back to you, once you've rested. It actually makes me quite a bit kinder and gentler than other Hollows, I don't have to actually kill and eat other people so much."

Feeling that she might get back her wits, and try at defiance again if he spends too long simply talking to her, he carefully begins to move around towards the space behind her. Keeping his hand on her mouth, he'd allow a finger to slide in between her lips, to where he expected to be welcome by now. He'd monitor her closely, doing this slowly, ready to cover her mouth up again if she showed any signs of crying out again, but he'd bring the hand on her face away, a trail of saliva strung from fingertips to lips. Perhaps not the first choice for intimate contact, he'd actually bring his hands back now to her shoulder's. Rubbing them gently, and making little circles with his thumbs, he'd make the sort of careful massage one would use for trying to alleviate stress and loosen tightened muscles. He would actually withdraw the tentacles on her breasts, at this point, but there would still be a steady, controlled stimulation down below. On her behind and lower back, she would feel, pressed against her, his stiff and more than ready cock. He'd rub it against her skin, the first bit of stimulation he'd been awarded himself. All the while, he continued to explain.

"The only thing I need, to make it work, is for both myself and my..."

He searched for a good word to use.

"...my pet, is a tie, a bond, a match where we are both feeling the same thing. A mood... a sensation... As it happens, it's all been quite one sided, up until now, despite us both needing to feel good. I'm very generous in that way. Then again, I'm sure you came here to relax, and I'm more than happy to accommodate. In fact, please, allow me to give you something more... conventional, something you might be more familiar with."

He'd carefully withdraw the tendrils he'd had stuck on her sex, and taking their place, he'd allow one of his hands to do the work instead. Sliding both of his hands down her back, he'd gently wrap both of his arms around her waist. Then, one hand going up, and another going down, slowly and sensually, he'd give her something lighter, but perhaps a little more familiar to her. He'd carefully massage one of her breasts, and down below, he'd slide his fingers up and down her lips. His thumb would find and, making circles, around and around, up and down, he'd toy with her clitoris. Fingers would explore and caress the rest of her sex but, still, oddly enough, nothing would go inside her. After a while, allowing this more gentle stimulation to give her the chance to unwind, he'd whisper again, gently in her ear, her eyes still covered.

"I haven't introduced myself, but you can call me Master."

He'd allow a gentle, but rolling, low seductive growl to reverberate softly from his throat, remembering how well she'd responded to her voice.

"You've probably noticed by now, I'm not putting anything inside. It must be maddening. I'm sure I could do something about that, but I'm waiting for you to ask... ask nicely, that is... will my little pet beg, Master?"

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The woman felt a heated tear fall from the corner of her eye as the attendant's footsteps began to start and fade, signifying her withdrawal from the situation and the only way Shion was going to be able to respectfully end her torture. As Eurynomos went on about the possible effect of her actions, nothing of guilt or anything came to mind. If she even had a moment where he was distracted, she could escape. Or put up a fight. She was sure she could demand obedience from her body enough that it summoned the ink from her flesh, at the very least, if given a chance. But with the retreat of her assistance, so retreated her escape.

'I'm going to kill you... I swear I will, for this...' she mentally swore a threat against his life, her face trying to contort from pleasure and into a more fitting angered expression. With a small wet trail in addition to the damp skin, she let out a quiet sigh as his appendages lowered her onto the ground, spreading her legs and revealing her slowly but surely even further.

Her breasts pushed out, forced by his tentacles pulling her arms back and exposing her without a possibility to fight back or hide her more delicate areas. Shion quietly gasped as his tentacle continued to writhe against her sex, all the while he explained his idea of feeding and his explanation for the situation she was decided to participate in. She didn't care, though. No matter how much his rich, velvet voice rebounded in her ears, no matter how wet it made her lower areas, no matter the effect. She repeated the mantra within her head as often as she could between hazed thoughts of sexual deviancy.

'I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you... fuck. I'm going to... god...'

As his hand slowly managed a finger within her mouth, the immediate reaction was a soft suckling, with her teeth gently grazing the fingertip of his as she fought the desire to bite, overwhelmed physically by the pleasure. His hand finally moved from her mouth, causing her to gasp for fresh air once more as his hands moved around her body, stopping at her shoulders and beginning a sensual massage. Her body tensed at first, with the dragon around her neck to rustle, vermilion eyes glaring at the tentacled hollow. Then, slowly, her body relaxed to his touch, with her hands balled into tight fists in defiance.

When he moved close enough, she could breathe in his scent, feel his energy against hers. It was... perverse. His very smell reeked of sexual contact, with the alluring scent of his secretion now ringing in her nostrils and the smell of her sex and sweat dripping from several of his tentacles. Then, a new sensation pressed against her skin. An intense heat, burning at first.

His length brushed against her back, causing her mouth to betray her immediately, with a mental lashing out following suit. "Please..."

'Fucking stop!!!'

When Shion's lower body was left alone for so long, she felt her body slowly writhe again, her hips bucking back and forth slowly. His hands acknowledged this, moving slowly down her body and held to her waist, while another hand brushed against her sex. It was a far more enjoyable sensation than the appendages previously were, but deep within her mind, she knew exactly what it was. No matter how familiar, it was unwanted.

"I haven't introduced myself, but you can call me Master." he said, causing her to shudder as his growl followed and demanded attention from her.

'I'll fucking kill you before I call you anything.' Shion bucked her hips against his hand, forcing his palm to brush against her clitoris deftly, dragging the nub against his hand anxiously, while he asked her to follow another rule. One to hurry the end of her suffering, if she was willing to follow his... game.

She gasped quietly, letting out soft mewls of pleasure as he continued to touch her below, while her tongue hung from her mouth slightly.

'Get a hold of yourself... stop this now!'

She turned her head slightly, biting her lip. Another act of petty defiance, the only she could manage, she spoke. "Never..."

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He sighed slightly. Her response had been slightly disappointing, but this was nothing new to him. The scene was all set up for him already, so he could take his time. Some people were just strong like that... well, stubborn, he'd think was a more accurate word. He honestly didn't understand their aversion to letting themselves go. Then again, he didn't really understand anyone else, when it came to their emotions, not really.

"Well, I have to say, I'm disappointed, but..."

Moving his right arm back, taking his hand away from her breasts, he'd bring it back to cover her mouth, holding on tight from behind. With his two finger on his left, this being the number of fingers he had, he'd press in and part her sex below, exposing it once more.

"... I can't really blame you I suppose..."

Assuming much the same positions as they had done before, he'd bring his tentacles back into play. One would take a careful suction hold of her clit, toying with it, pulling it as hard as one could without it being painful. He knew well enough how to judge that. The other one would begin rubbing back and forth, much as it had done before, the rough bumps and edges of the suction caps on the under side doubtlessly giving the much needed stimulation. A new addition to the game, occasionally, now and then, a tentacle would place itself, just the tip, in the entrance to her sex and, circling and playing only with the rim, make a few rounds before pulling away, toying with her horribly. Much as a Master would with a pet or servant, he'd be making sure to 'punish' her well, the tentacles set to stimulate her moving with a quickness and a harshness that was evidently without mercy.

"... since you're obviously enjoying yourself this much, you'd want to draw this out for as long as possible. It's fine. I'm a generous sort and I'm more than happy to indulge you, however long you like."

He'd be leaning in close to her, hopefully her writhing, should he illicit such a response, would make for at least some stimulation of his hot shaft pressed against her lower back. There would be care there, making sure she didn't try to maneuver in anyway to try and take it and get it inside of her, or at least, he'd be careful to prevent any such eventuality from taking place, until it was time. His hands currently occupied, he'd take to her breasts with tentacles. The tendrils wrapping around, alternating between gently squeezing them and letting them loose, the suction caps would find their obvious place on the nipples.

Three times he would set upon her in a most cruel way. Each time he'd work on stimulating her, intensely, and monitoring her responses closely. Three times he would bring her close to her climax before denying her that release. He'd give her a pretty wide margin of error, not getting too close, except for the third time when he'd accidently get a little too close, though still no actual climax. Given the way she'd been responding before, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to expect her to have her tongue on the loose again. If it went out, seeking, he'd indulge her, bending one of his fingers in to dance and waltz with it, each making circles around the other. Then, if he decided she was responding well enough, he'd take it a step further, despite the risks. Testing the waters, he'd turn his hand from its job as a gag, and would use it to pin her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth. Rubbing both of his fingers back and forth, he'd even massage her tongue, dipping his digits further in every time, but not far enough to gag. Of course, there should be significant pressure on her lower jaw to prevent much biting, or to at least let him resist the motion enough to have time to quickly escape. It'd be an important thing, him doing this. As long as her mouth was open, he could more clearly hear the sound of her breath, letting him know when to stop or slow.

Deciding she could probably use a bit of a change of scenery, the tentacle wrapped around her eyes would finally slide away upwards. However, keeping them on her forehead, he'd tilt her head back, so the only thing she'd have to see anyway was sky. Tentacles would slide all over, across her body, stimulating her skin where he could. Starting up and continuing the simulation in the palm of her hands, he'd make those swollen tendrils slip back and forward again, with a terrible pace. A stroke of inspiration there, following a similar methodology, he'd soon bring another, similarly swollen tentacle to the crease between her breasts and, simulating another kind of service she might have provided, (he could only hope) some time in her lifetime, he makes sure that they are pressed together also to give a firm grip upon the sliding 'penis' that would ride up and down on her there, it's tip rubbing now and then against her chin.

When he felt she was close, he'd slow the stimulation he was providing all over, and would carefully cool down the tentacle's movements around her sex, before pulling them back. His fingers would continue to make a little bit of a motion, trying to fine tune how close he was getting her, but they would eventually move up, avoiding the clitoris, and continue their little circles on her abdomen a little way above her sex, before trailing off to one side and doing something simple and benign, like feeling up her thighs.

The first time, there'd be nothing but silence, only his soft, deep purring near her ear. He'd still be careful in making sure she couldn't see his mask. There wouldn't be a single word. On the build up to the second one, doing such a strange thing, he'd speak to her, but simply and casually.

"Hah, you know, I think I've just thought of a joke..."

He'd switch to English flawlessly, with no accent, it was obvious he was a native speaker.

"If I said you had a gorgeous body, would you hold it against me?"

Whether she spoke the language or not, between the holding down of her tongue, which he'd be careful to withdraw and return to a simple gagging when she was on the 'cooldown' parts of their little exercise, it didn't seem like she'd be much in the mood to laugh. He'd return to Japanese.

"Because that means 'If I said you had a lovely body, would you blame me', but in the original english, the way it's worded, it can also mean 'If I said you had a lovely body, would you press it against mine' and that seems appropriate here because... ah, well, it's not so funny if you have to explain the joke, I guess..."

So the second time would come close to her... and then pass... He'd hoped that she was beginning to get the sense of this going on and on, without end, as well as a sense of 'oh god'. The third time he started doing, midway through, something truly bizarre and unexpected. He began to sing, in French! His voice was actually quite wonderful and melodious, holding quite a nice pitch. The tune of whatever song it was he'd chosen, would be sung sweetly, gently, but with some amount of gusto, notes being held at the end of each line. It was almost as if he was softly serenading her. It was really odd, and in other, wildly different circumstances, it might have been romantic. If she spoke the language though, or if the words had been translated, she probably would have been surprised by the exact nature of the song. The lyrics were, in actuality, extremely crude, obscene even. Though not the exact words, the context of what he was singing was, despite all the sweetness he dripped into it, on the same level as 'once I met a maiden fair, with golden hair, but not down there...' It'd originally been a terrible smutty drinking song he'd picked up in a tavern in a certain French village, but he'd improvise a more 'soothing' adaptation now. It was as he seemed to be getting carried away on the song, as he was getting to the last bar that it seemed, by the rhythm of what had been sung so far, the repetition of the chorus, with him carrying on the way he was, she might... actually... finally... get a release. She'd finish before he did at this rate, and if he was distracted...

"Oh... oops... almost lost you there..."

In Japanese. He'd more abruptly than any time before come to a stop. As she cooled, Again, for the third time, he'd say something softly and wonderfully to her in French. It probably sounded sweet.

"Oh, my pale, delicate temptation, if only I had an open spot, enough restraints back in my lab for a being of your power, I would have you and keep you as a plaything in a heartbeat. Sadly I was only after more normal test subjects today."

He'd allow her to cool a little more. Then, unlike before, as with the last three times, he'd begin a more gentle, soothing massage of her sex with his fingers, the tentacles suspiciously keeping clear. Instead, they'd gently themselves around her waist and thighs.

"Well... I think we're both growing tired of this. I mean I could do this all day, but I'm sure we both have places we'd rather be. I know you said 'never', but, I have to say, I'm getting all kinds of mixed signals from you right now, Pet."

The presence of his shaft, ever present before now, on her lower back, would begin to move. Picking her up and lifting her back a bit, he'd begin to lie himself back. The tip of his sex would trail, tantalisingly along, from her back, between her buttocks and then, moving into position with a little flick, it'd be there, pressed right on her threshold. Having to stretch and reach with his arm, he'd just manage to keep his hand on her mouth. Now though, he'd move it slightly aside.

"So then... what do we think? Are we going to beg yet?"

Regardless of her response, or if she'd give one at all, he'd cover her mouth back up. He'd grin again, if she'd said something pleasing to him, this would be all the wider a smile for him, but failing that, he was in a state of bliss to have finally reached this moment. Pulling down on her thighs and waist, her shins still resting on the ground, he'd thrust up. Moving it in slowly, but not too slowly, he'd push himself in deep, all the way, in a single go. He'd stop and rest there for a moment, even he needed a moment to catch his breath. What a marvelous sensation it'd been. Her warm wet way, her inner walls wrapped all the way tight around his shaft. He'd have to hold there for a second or two to savor it. Of course, this would be a chance for her to savor it too. It had probably been a little painful. His cock had been large even before he'd had certain 'enhancements'. Pushing itself all the way in, he was a little concerned she might be hurt, but she seemed like an experienced enough girl. Then again, maybe he was wrong. Either way, he'd give her time to adjust.

Eventually, he'd begin to move himself and her. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, torturously even, he began to lift her back up and pull back. It would seem to take forever, but he'd bring his shaft away, until the tip was almost out. He wouldn't leave just yet though. He'd begin to push back in, with an equal gentleness. Gradually, he'd begin to pick up pace, but not for a little while. He'd thrust again and again, until he had gotten quite the rapid rate going and then, rising up, getting all the way in once more, he'd stop. It wasn't because he was finished. It'd take a little more than that brief session of fucking for him. The tentacles wound around her waist and thighs would release, retreating. Other tentacles were still around and between her breasts, on her forehead and in her hands, but none would aim to impede her movement. Even the tentacles that had been holding her arms, had actually, by now, poised her arms as if tied to her back. They'd hold with no downward force applied to her.

"Well... what now, Pet? What are you going to do?"

Having a blow up, poseable, ragdoll was nice, but it was even better to have someone moving for you. If she wanted to finish, she'd have to do so herself, a fact that he'd leave her to figure out. Failing that, if she failed to realise her situation, he'd actually tell her, to that effect. If all of this still failed, he'd have to think of something else. Following the analogy of a Master punishing or rewarding a Pet or Servant, the 'stick' part was over, for now. If she cooperated, began to hop up and down for him, she'd find herself getting the carrot. In this case, a single tentacle, locking on and teasing her clit again, enhancing the experience for her. If she was going, he'd let her go all the way, until she'd earned herself a 'release', until she had it 'all over with', oh... hopefully she wouldn't be that naive.

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