InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation II: Trials and Tribulations ❯ Of Mice and Men: Part Duo ( Chapter 23 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. Lemon Warning, so some of you may want to skip the first half of this chapter!! To those of you that have ever been in any kind of relationship with an emotionally detached person, I'm sure you'll feel Rin's pain. To everyone else, let's hope you never have to experience it. I also want to apologize for the late update. My personal life seems to have gone straight down the toilet, thereby causing me to suffer with a bout of writer's block. Also, I haven't written a meaningful lemon in sometime, so the Mir/San portion of this chapter was slow in coming. I hope it's up to par, please let me know. Thank you all for your continued support! And to my wonderful betas, Neko Lady and Akiko the kitchen elf (grins), job well done!

 

Also, your beloved fic has been nominated for three awards with the IY Fanguild. Best Romance Other-Sesshomaru/Rin, Best Original Character-Kanomaru, and Best Canon. To everyone that thought highly enough of this fic to actually nominate it, I say thank you. And to everyone else, I say, vote!!! From deepest depths of my heart, please accept my and my betas deepest gratitude, Thank you. (Bows)

 

FYI: There have been some rather disturbing developments in the manga that disrupts the premise of this fic. Such as Sesshomaru's arm re-growing and him getting the rightful sword that belongs to him and only him. Also, Miroku is on deaths door. His wind tunnel has been ripped and poison has spread throughout his body. So, right now I don't know if he's going to die or not. Also, Kagome's power has been sealed by one of the demons that escaped from the jewel. This being the case, I'm not going to change anything in this fic. I will continue to consider this Canon, based off of where the anime ended and not the manga.

 

Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Reinto, Kanomaru, Joudama, Susamajii, Teela, Mana, and Rinji. All others belong to the wonderful and infamous Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 23:

 

Of Mice and Men: Part Duo

Standing My Ground

 

Sango squirmed and tried to maneuver out of his grasp, but he was like an octopus. No matter which way she wiggled or how she twisted her hips, his hands were there caressing and rubbing her soothingly.

 

She knew she shouldn't be acting this way with him, but this was…it was just…

 

A moan slipped from her of it's own free will as her breast rose up to meet his soft lips, causing her to silently curse her body for welcoming his touch.

 

“Mir…oku, stop this,” she whispered, half wanting him to and half not wanting him to.

 

He chuckled as his lips delved lower to the valley just below her mounds. Running the tip of his tongue slowly over her heated skin to her navel, he spared just a moment to suck it into his mouth.

 

Miroku could feel her body welcoming his touch, though her lips showed him no love. In between kisses, he asked, “Why-do-you-fight-me, Sweet Sango?”

 

Her head twisted from side to side as she tried to fight away the feel of his manicured nails that ran repeatedly down her sides in slow smooth circles.

 

“This…this…isn't right,” she stuttered.

 

Miroku grinned into her belly, but he did not reply. This…this was her fault. Had she been the wife she was supposed to be… Had she not pushed him away… Had she welcomed him with open arms, he would not have been pushed to such drastic measures.

 

Sitting back, he licked his lips slowly and stared down at her. Everything about her was beautiful and engrossingly intoxicating. From the frown she tried to wear, to the anger he saw hidden within her deep brown eyes. She was without a doubt, and with all of her issues and mood swings, the most sensually attractive woman he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. Let alone marrying, and bedding.

 

Running his nails down over her belly to her abdomen, he observed, “I can see that your body wants me. If I'm not wrong…” Slipping his hand between her legs, Miroku ran two of his fingers gently up her wet slit. “…I definitely don't think I'm wrong,” he finished bringing his fingers up to his mouth where he took his time running his tongue slowly up the length of each.

 

Sango squirmed and bucked her hips, embarrassed that she couldn't control her own body around him. “Stop this!” Looking away from him, she couldn't help but to feel, well, stupid.

 

This was her husband! This was the man that she'd promised to love for all time. The man that she'd promised to share everything with, including her body. He was the father of her child, for Buddha's sake!

 

So why was this so hard? Why was giving herself over to him once more, so hard to do? It wasn't that she wasn't in love with him anymore; that certainly wasn't the case because she loved him more than life itself.

 

Sango knew he must have thought that she didn't understand what his problem…their problem was, but she did. She also knew that he thought her to be rather cold towards him in regards to their sex life. She hadn't meant it to be that way. It just kind of…happened, if that made any sense.

 

It had started off simple enough. After she had Joudama, her body was just too tired at times, so she'd tell him no. If she were upset with him for some reason, she'd hold back sex as a way to punish him. Somehow, it became more routine than anything else and the days began to fall into weeks and the weeks turned into months. And consequently the excuses fell more and more freely from her lips.

 

It didn't help at all that he, Miroku, the patient man he was, accepted each and every one of them with little to no qualms.

 

Shaking her head, she fought away her wayward thoughts as she felt his fingers drag slowly up and down the inside of her thigh as he shifted his position.

 

“No,” he replied softly as he repositioned himself so that he was covering her but not touching her, his weight balanced on his left hand that was situated to the right side of her head. “I already told you, my goal tonight, is to make you remember our first time, Sango. Whether you want to or not.”

 

Sango blinked up at him, the ends of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, her eyes gentle, almost understanding. `I'm a fool. I've… Look what I've done to him.' Swallowing, she licked her lips and whispered softly, “Untie me.”

 

Miroku stared down at her, one eyebrow quirked higher than the other. The soft tone of her voice threw him off for a moment, but he quickly dismissed it. “I don't think I'll be doing that.”

 

“I understand what I've done to you Miroku and I'm sorry. Please, just…just untie me,” she pleaded softly. “You don't have to do this. I…I'll give you what you need.”

 

Chuckling huskily, he stared down at her, wondering exactly what she was up to. `Sneaky,' he thought as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her forehead then to the tip of her nose and then her lips.

 

Miroku was expecting her to turn her head away or snap at his lips with her tongue, but she didn't. Instead, she opened her mouth to his and welcomed his kiss. She leaned into him as much as she could, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance within her mouth while she tried to suck it in deeper.

 

He pulled away and stared down at her, a dumbfounded expression on his face. Surely, she wasn't giving in so quickly. What exactly was she trying to prove?

 

“Untie me?” she whispered again, her body arching up towards him in a snake-ish, seductive way.

 

His body rolled against hers as a groan escaped his lips, causing him to shiver and pull away slightly, a look of dismay on his face. `What the hell is she doing? Is she for real?'

 

“Untie me. Let me…let me touch you, Miroku. Please,” she pleaded softly.

 

He wanted to believe that she was being sincere. He wanted to believe that she truly wanted to touch him, that she really wanted this, and that she welcomed his touch, but something caused him to hold back.

 

“Sango?”

 

“Miroku, please,” she replied, biting down on her bottom lip.

 

He felt her lift her hips up off the futon and gyrate against his groin, and he shivered again as the memory of what it felt like to be buried in her hot juices flooded his mind. The sound of her moaning chased away all coherent thoughts. The feel of her fingernails digging into his back, and the feel…the warmth of her beautiful long, well-crafted legs wrapped tightly around his waist...

 

Miroku shuddered as his hips pushed into her, but was met by nothing but cloth. “Oh, Sweet, Holy…Buddha.”

 

“Please, Monk, untie me.”

 

Staring down into her beautiful brown eyes, Miroku reached up and pulled lightly on the ties that held her, but he froze when a small voice whispered, “She's going to crack your skull open the minute you let her go.” Shaking his head lightly, he murmured as he nuzzled his nose against hers, “Promise me that you won't try to fight me. Promise me on our daughter, Sango.”

 

She hesitated for a moment as if she really had to think about it. Licking out her tongue, she licked his chin lightly, and then nodded her agreement. “I…I promise. Please, just…just untie me.”

 

Without a second thought, he loosened the tie around her left wrist as he buried his nose into the side of her neck, while reaching up to the tie that held her right hand in place. Pulling lightly, he released her.

 

As he kissed his way down her neck to her breast, he felt her arms come up to encircle him, pulling him closer as her nails ran gently up and down his spine in slow seductive circles. Pulling back, he stared down at her with a soft smile.

 

Sango gazed back up at him, her own smile slowly turning into a deep frown. Moving so fast that she knew he wouldn't have time to react, she brought her right hand up and slapped him hard across the face, as she used her body to push him off of her, then quickly took up residence straddling his hips.

 

Grasping his hands, she pinned them over his head and quickly grabbed the same ties he'd previously used on her and tied his hands together and to one of the pipes.

 

“Sango, you promised!” Miroku hissed, his voice soft but holding enough irritation that she'd easily be able to tell that he was upset with her.

 

The ex-slayer smiled arrogantly down at him, but did not verbally respond. Instead she sat up straighter and allowed the bathing Kimono that was hanging open over her shoulders and arms to slide from her body.

 

All aggravation fell from his persona as he stared up at her full breast, her tussled hair, and the mischievous glint in her eyes. Swallowing, Miroku realized that regardless of the slap that still stung his cheek and the fact that she'd turned the tables on him, it appeared that she had something rather inviting on her mind.

 

Lowering herself down, so that she was an inch or two from his mouth, she whispered teasingly, “My turn.”

 

Miroku gasped, but decided rather quickly that he'd lay back and enjoy whatever attention she was willing to give him.

 

Sango covered his mouth with her own, devouring his tongue as if it was her favorite dish. Pulling away, she turned her attention to his earlobe, which she gently sucked into her mouth, sparing just a moment to nibble, and then trailed slow wet kisses down the side of his neck to his nicely chiseled chest.

 

Miroku moaned softly, “San…go.”

 

Paying him no mind, she continued her ministrations down his chest, while raking her nails slowly across his sides. Her lips left wet kisses along his abdomen and down to the ties that held his hakama loosely around his hips. Grasping the ties between her clenched teeth, Sango tugged lightly.

 

Miroku's hips rose up off the futon as he whimpered, “Please, Sango.”

 

“Shush,” she ordered, imitating his earlier response to her.

 

If asked, she probably wouldn't have been able to explain what she was planning on doing. All she knew is that she didn't like the feeling of being dominated, not even by her own husband and she understood, totally, that he was in need of her attention, so she would give him what he'd been begging for, for months now.

 

Dragging her nails down his chest, Sango shifted so that she was kneeling between his legs, her head just over his abdomen. Circling his tender flesh with the tip of her nose, she inhaled his scent, knowing that what she was about to do, he'd love, he always did.

 

Miroku lifted his hips, reveling in the feel of her mouth so close to his manhood. The heat of her breathe, the hot wetness of her mouth, and the thought… The mere idea that she could possibly be thinking of pleasuring him in such a way was doing him in.

 

`Please Buddha as your faithful servant for many years, let her do this,' he silently prayed.

 

Sango shifted, reaching down into his hakama and grasped his shaft. She squeezed it gently at the base as she brought her hand up in a slow twisting motion only to lower it again and repeat the process several times over.

 

Miroku groaned as his hips arched towards her.

 

“You like that?” she questioned softly, already knowing the answer.

 

The quivering monk, pulled against the bindings as his head twisted from right-to-left and his eyes closed, but he had no verbal response for her. His actions should have given her, her answer.

 

Releasing his member, she spared only a moment to push his hakama further down to his ankles so that he could kick them off, which he did immediately.

 

“Sango…please,” he begged, raising his hips up as if it would make a difference.

 

She giggled as she fell back into position near his mid section. “Patience, Husband, is always a good thing. Or, I can stop all together.”

 

“Sweet Sango, the love of my life, have you not teased me enough over these past few months?”

 

She smiled up at him as she quipped, “Patience is a virtue, is it not?” Not waiting for an answer, she lifted his erect, throbbing member in her hand and gently blew on the tip of it, causing her husband to shiver and groan as he mumbled incoherently.

 

Reveling in the power that this was giving her, Sango quickly closed in on him with her mouth. She took in as much of him as she could without gagging, then slowly pulled it out again. Licking slowly up the underside of his shaft, she ran her thumb over his head spreading the pre-cum that told her exactly how excited he really was.

 

Miroku jerked against her, barely able to contain himself. “S…San…go.”

 

Licking her lips, she wrapped them possessively around him again, her tongue wrapped partially around his shaft, her hand at the base. As her head bobbed slowly up and down, her hand followed the same motion.

 

Miroku closed his eyes as the heat of her mouth closed over him, bringing back a feeling that he'd waited patiently on for so many months. Every nerve in his body awoke at the same time it would seem. Every muscle in his body relaxed and tensed with each pump of her hand and each suck of her all too powerfully inviting jaws, leaving him feeling helpless.

 

His hips rose to meet her mouth only to fall away again. He wanted to reach down and caress her beautiful head…he wanted to help her…he wanted to, damn it, he wanted to touch her!

 

Sango moaned as she sucked him in deeper, so that the head of him was almost touching the back of her throat. She heard him whimper, so she did it again and again, causing him to squeal her name and other names of heavenly beings.

 

Opening his eyes, he watched as the colors above and around him began to swim into one another. His head twisted from right-to-left as if he was a possessed being, trying desperately to fight off the demon spirit trying to consume him. His body tensed as his toes curled and cracked, his hands balled into tight fists around the pipe as everything that he'd been holding back…everything that had been begging to be released burst forth in her waiting mouth.

 

“San…San,” he tried to say while his body spasmed fitfully.

 

Sparing just a moment to lick him clean, Sango crawled back up his body as she licked her lips and swallowed one last time. “Did you like that?”

 

“Untie me,” Miroku demanded softly.

 

“You're beginning to sound like me.”

 

“Untie me.”

 

Situating herself so that she was straddling his waist, Sango replied seductively, “I'm not done with you just yet.” Leaning down, she kissed his lips gently as she sat back, his member poised between her legs, hard, hot and throbbing.

 

The Houshi, moaned as he felt her begin to sit down slowly, allowing him to enter her wet, heated cave. It wrapped around him, sucked him in. He could feel the rippling walls of her nest. He could feel the muscle tense around him only to loosen then repeat the process time and time again.

 

He rocked into her as she gyrated downward, making sure that every inch that was him was buried deep within her.

 

Sango moaned and tossed her head back as her nails sunk into the skin of his chest. She rock forward then back slowly, ending in a slow wind of her hips.

 

Miroku stared up at her, his wife, as a seductive haze fell over her eyes, over her face. Her mouth was open slightly, her eyes half closed. Oh, how he wanted to touch her…to pull her down to him…to flip her over and take what she offered.

 

Sango groaned loudly as she slowly…repeated twisted down on top of him. Rocking her hips backwards and forwards again, she whispered his name as the nerves deep within her sparked to life, promising her an ending for the records books.

 

Falling forward onto him, she quickly covered his mouth with her own, devouring his tongue and his lips. She reached up with one hand and loosened the tie that held his hands in place.

 

As soon as his hands were free, Miroku flipped their positions so that he was the one on top. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them over her head as he thrust into her repeatedly, while sucking on her tongue. He felt her lift her legs, wrapping them around his waist. This served to give him the leverage he needed to dig deeper into her.

 

Sango moaned loudly and gyrated up against him, tilting her hips up so that he'd have all the access he needed to bring her to her end.

 

The feel of her, paralyzed his mind; his entire world. He didn't want to be anywhere but here…here in her. He'd waited so long for this! She'd forced him to wait so long for this and to now finally be here. To be swimming within her as she willing gave herself to him once more, was…was better than breathing, killing Naraku, and being born.

 

Miroku hissed her name as he plunged into her again and again. He felt her nails digging into his back, which was like a banshee directing him home, begging him to come to her, and so he did.

 

He thrust into her, once, twice, hard…deep, and that…that was all it took for his seed to spill deep within her. He cried out in pleasure as his body shook and quaked against his wife's jerking and twitching vessel. It seemed to pulse beneath him as her heart rammed against his chest in tune with his own.

 

Miroku collapsed on top of her, breathless and weak.

 

After catching her own breath, Sango queried while running her fingers gently through his dark mane, “Now that you've gotten what you wanted, do you wish to suffocate me, husband?”

 

Realizing what she was getting at, the exhausted Monk rolled to the side quickly, pulling her with him so that her head was resting on the side of his chest. Pushing her bangs away from her forehead, he kissed her, and then replied, “I would never dream of doing such a thing.”

 

Husband and wife would remain quiet for a moment before the female of the two would speak up, “Miroku, I really am sorry about…about holding out on you for so long.”

 

Knowing that they needed to talk about this, but not having the energy to do so, the Houshi chuckled lightly and replied, “It's okay, if it happens again, I'll just tie you up again. You seem to have liked it.”

 

Rubbing her hands up and down his chest slowly, Sango murmured, “I really don't think that'll be necessary again,” as her eyes drifted close and a peaceful sleep claimed her.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

`Nonsense?' Rin's small hands balled into tight fists in her lap as she tried to contain her ire. She'd never been one to lose her temper, but how could he speak to her so callously? How could he stand there and make light of her feelings?

 

`Why won't he… Why can't he see that I need him to… Just this once…'

 

Sesshomaru stared down at her, his face blank, but his eyes screaming every ounce of annoyance he was internally feeling. Turning his back to her, he crossed his arms over his chest in a rather childish manner, truly not befitting the lord of the west, and scowled into the darkness of the opposite side of the room.

 

Staring at his back, Rin found it hard to believe that he was actually behaving in such a way, and with her of all people!

 

Sure, he was not one easily moved by emotions and things of a sentimental nature, but this…his actions were… Well, it was just rude!

 

“My love, was it not you who said that when one's mate is addressing them they should…”

 

“There is no need to remind this Sesshomaru of what he has said or hasn't said, Rin. When you spew drivel such as you have been, there is no need for me to listen. I have answered your question and still you are not satisfied. This Sesshomaru is finished talking about nonsense,” he snapped, cutting her off abruptly.

 

He knew he was being harsh, but he didn't care. He'd humored her long enough, hadn't her? And still, she continued with this…this gibberish about feelings and love and replacing her crap!

 

`Emotions, what an absolute waste,' he thought angrily.

 

Rin shook her head repeatedly as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to flow from her eyes. She tried with every fiber of her being to pretend that she didn't feel the cold claws of rejection tapping at her shoulders, taunting her. She tried to ignore the insistent snicker of Teela's voice laughing triumphantly in her head, calling her a fool for even trying to broach the subject of him replacing her.

 

Standing to her feet, her head bowed, she whispered as the first of her tears leaked from her eyes, “Please excuse me, Milord.”

 

Sesshomaru could smell the salt of her tears before the first one even fell down the side of her elegant nostril, but he wouldn't… He refused to even touch that topic. Turning on her, he asked evenly, “Rin, where do you think you're going?”

 

She stopped, her hand poised to slide the door open. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand as she replied coldly, “What does it matter to you?”

 

Sesshomaru grimaced; annoyed that she was forcing him to deal with this mess! Why couldn't she just go back to the Rin of old? Why couldn't she just, stop this damn crying?

 

Though he'd never wanted to before, he damn sure wanted at this moment, to take on his brother's personality. He could then use every colorful word in Inuyasha's vocabulary to tell her exactly what he thought of this entire situation, if he could even call it that.

 

At this moment, the Inu Lord felt like he was trying to walk through a brick wall, blind folded and zapped of his strength. He felt as if his eyes had been gauged out, his ears cut off, and his tongue pulled from his head, and yet still some moron, not Rin, had given him an impossible task to complete.

 

This… Emotions… This sentimental crap! Was all human nonsense, and not meant to be dealt with by a demon lord such as himself!

 

He had tried, hadn't he? He'd tried to find out what was bothering her! He'd tried to talk to her in a civil, `caring' manner. He'd tried to make her talk to him, but he couldn't… Damn it, no matter how much he knew he probably should, his pride would not allow him to bend to such a pathetic and human level.

 

“It doesn't really matter. However, as my mate, you will not walk around our home this late at night, smelling of sex and wearing barely anything on your body,” he replied bluntly.

 

Rin turned, her eyes filled with tears. She shook her head slowly from right-to-left as if she couldn't believe he'd just said that. Standing so that her back was to the door, she stepped backwards once as her tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.

 

Her hand came up slowly to cover her trembling lips as she took in the blurred figure standing a few feet away from her. Her parched lips moved as if she was trying to say something, but no words came out.

 

Unable to hold her gaze a moment longer, Sesshomaru turned away as he tried to forced back the feelings of guilt that assailed him, telling him that this…what she was now feeling was all his fault. It told him that he should've just kept his mouth shut! It screamed at him, telling him that whatever was broken before had now been decimated, by none other than his own two hands and his malicious tongue.

 

What was he supposed to say now? Was there anything that he could do? Would it even matter?

 

“Perhaps you should wash up and put something else on before you go,” he whispered nonchalantly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and stared blankly out the cracked balcony doors.

 

“Who…are…you?” she whimpered more to herself. “Who…are…you?”

 

Sesshomaru didn't dare glance in her direction, because these tears, this ache that he could feel oozing off of her as if it were his own wound to bare, he knew, he'd caused.

 

“In all of the time that I've known you, I've never once asked you for anything. And still you deny me. What more can I do, Lord Sesshomaru? What more do you want this pathetic human to do so that she may earn just an ounce of your respect?” Rin spat as she stepped forward, her fists now clenched at her sides. “I've given you a son that adores you and worships the ground you walk on. I've given you my heart, my body, my very soul, Lord Sesshomaru, and still that is not enough.”

 

The Inu Lord closed his eyes and listened as she spoke. Every word that fell from her lips caused something that had been buried deep inside of him to awaken. He heard her heart racing, fueled by rage. He listened as her blood coursed swiftly through her veins and her soul silently begged him to do something…anything, to help her.

 

He did nothing.

 

Taking another step forward, she continued, her head twisting ever so slightly to the side as tears continued to pour from her eyes, “Will it take my blood spilling, my love? Will… Will that…be enough?”

 

Sesshomaru turned to look at her, one eyebrow quirked higher than the other. He wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to pull her into his embrace and tell her to stop it. He wanted to shake her until she understood that without her, he had nothing. His land meant nothing, his title meant nothing, and their son would be but an orphan, but he would not…could not allow himself to show such weakness.

 

Dropping weakly to her knees, she finished, “I'm sorry, I'm only human. I'm sorry; I'm not a demon. I'm sorry, I could only give you a hanyou son as your heir, and I'm sorry my love…I'm sorry for loving you the way I do…but I'm only human.”

 

Sesshomaru looked at her, he couldn't understand it. He couldn't grasp just what she expected him to do. What did she want from him? What did she want him to say? Hadn't he already said enough? Hadn't he done enough? Hadn't he proved his unfailing loyalty to her time and time again? Why couldn't she just understand?

 

“Hn,” he grunted as he stood to his feet and stepped away from her and towards the balcony.

 

Staring out the doors and into the inviting night sky, he tried to block out the sound of her sniffles and the smell of her tears, but he couldn't…no matter how hard he tried. It was like it was buried deep within the crevices of his mind…his very soul.

 

`Rin, please, stop,' he pleaded silently.

 

Stuck between the notion of continuing this fight with her or fleeing out into the night air, the Inu Lord turned towards her, but stopped as he heard a pair of tiny feet racing towards their room.

 

He heard the footsteps slow to a hesitant walk, but there was not an inkling of uncertainty as the door slid open angrily, revealing one small bare-chested, black haired hanyou, with brilliant golden eyes, standing there in a pair of oversized white hakama.

 

“Mommy,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes nervously flitting from his father to his weeping mother. “Stop crying, please,” Kanomaru begged while stepping towards her, his expression holding every ounce of confusion that he was feeling. `What happened? Why is she crying? Why is Father just standing there watching her cry?' he queried silently, his confusion tinged with anger.

 

Rin looked up at her little boy, but instead of quelling the tears, it caused her to weep even more. `My child… My…my only family.' Reaching for him, she pulled him to her and held him tight as the flood gates opened even more.

 

“Mommy, please…stop crying. I'm here now. I…I won't leave you, I promise,” the little hanyou whispered as he tried desperately to wrap his arms around her.

 

He'd awakened to the light snoring of his Uncle Inuyasha and snuck out of the room, but when he got near to his parents door, he realized quite quickly that something was very…very wrong.

 

Turning away from his weeping mate and his frantic son, Sesshomaru stepped out onto the balcony without a word and leapt into the night.

 

`What does she want from me? Haven't I given her everything? Haven't I shown her that I… That I… Damn her!!'

 

He could hear her quiet sobs trailing relentless behind him, but it only caused him to run harder and further away from the castle, he called home.

 

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

 

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