Arabian Nights

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An imaginary oriental-based fantasy open to everyone interested....
Arabian nights - Arabian Dreams


My name's Salif Al-Hassan, I'm a warrior at the service of the great Sulifan family. And I was on a mission, something more important than anything before. I had to be sure that Sahana Al-Sulifan made it well to her future husband. The marriage was arranged between the two fathers, and none of the future married knew each other. We were joining a caravan to make the trip through the desert. Of course, the beautiful Sahana had the standard complete stuff of attendants and servants, men and women, to take care of her everyday life, but I was her bodyguard, I had to make sure she would do it safely to her future husband. So I checked her riding upon her panlanquin, helped to close the thin curtains after her first maid had climbed too, and I rod upon my camle just beside her. I had not to leave her, never have her out of my sight, and be sure it all will be fine for her. Safely and in perfect shape. Absolutely unharmed. In no way. Sahana's father had been clear about that. And disobeying a man like man could only mean things far worse than death. So there we start under the risin sun our trip through the desert and its dangers, being beasts, raiders, dark magic, djinns, mirages, and so on...
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HottieKatie took the role of Sahana
Sahana's a princess, so pretty she would make the sun shine less when she stands in front of you, any man would dream to have her without daring anything.
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the SRP is still open for people (preferably women but also men) for different roles, like maids for the princess, servants, a guide, some guards, a bard,a magician, or any important person in the caravan... I'll play the external events too, and some NPCs. Salif's actions will be designed in black, while other stuff will be in red... Any idea to add stuff to the scenario could be given to me by mp
 
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There came the first evening, time for the first camp. Before the night was firmly in place, I made sure to have the tents installed, fitres burning, meat cooking, water boiling. The princess was already in her own tent, the largest and cosiest, with her servants and maids. All these people counted for a lot of camels to add to the caravan and I was figuring how complex this trip thorugh the desert would be. Not like the military expeditions with hard men accustomed to real life outside of palaces. May the Gods help me on this one. I made my prayers to the djinns of the desert, praying them to keep us safe and not to take us as their toys for their games. I made sure every man knew what hos role was, I went to the ones having the first watch.
Some were cooking the meal for the evening and pleasuring scents were already romaing in the camp.
I get a little talk with the three merchants that were using our caravane to make the trip trough the desert safely.
Everything seemed fine and calm. Anyway, we weren't expecting problems this close to the capital.
I went back to stand guard in front of Sahana's tent, preventing anyone from coming in. Although I wasn't supposed to, it was impossible not to hear what was going on inside as I was so close...
 
OOC: Asima Fatim
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Asima sat her legs folded carefully staring into a gold bowl filled with a scented liquid. She waved a hand over the steam coming out of the bowl and muttered something in Arabic. She tipped the bowl into a vial and corked it. Turning to her long time friend, Princess Sahana she smile.

"And now it is done. Just a dab off that on your collarbone and your new husband will not be able to resist." Asima said.

Asima was Sahana's personal court sorceress and was very skilled at what she did. She placed the bottle amongst the other things and took out a clean bowl filling it with fresh water. She peered into the bowl and began her scrying. As usual she was completely aware of the fact tha Hasana probably hadnt heard a word of what she was saying. She was to busy having some sort of trivial argument with one ofthe maids. Asima tuned her out and focused on her scrying. She tuned out Sahana and her argument and focused only on the trip and the task at hand. She would have to finish the task she had been assigned for this trip. And she was determined not to fail.
 
Standing outside the tent, I could hear the argument between the princess and her maid. I also heard the words of that sorceress. She made me always feel uncomfortabel. I'm not at ease with magic. This is not something I can easily fight with my sword and I don't like it. Anyway he was Sahana's friend and I had to get on with the fact the the witch will accompany us all the way long. Perhaps she could be a hand if we had to encounter some strange stuff like djinns or effrits or anything that kind.

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A couple of pair of eyes were directed at the camp from the dunes of sand. Mischievous eyes looking at it, observing, counting. The blackness of their clthes made them pass as shadows in the night and no guard could take a glimpse at them. The desert's a dangerous place.
 

Sahana was on her way to her arranged marriage. She wasn't sure about wanting to marry that unknown man (she didn't even know his name) but she wouldn't even think about contradicting his father. All she could do was enjoy her last days of freedom during her trip to her new place, as when she got there, she would be completely subjected to her husband's will. Not that it would be different than being subjectet to his father's but she didn't know anything about that man and was a bit worried.

She decided to push those thoughts away and enjoy the trip. She had never been away from her father's palace, so she liked looking outside her palanquin as they moved and seeing what the world was like.

Then the caravan stopped and she was directed to her tent, with Asima, her personal sourceress and some of her maidens. She lay down on her cushions and had a talk with her girls. Nothing important, she just wanted to set aside the worying thoughts on her mind.
 
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The night went without any problem and the morning found a camp almost already packed. The scouts were already gone and the last remains were of course the merchant and the princess with her court. The guards took their place around the civlians and the caravan began its march across the infinite extand of sand under a sand that was already hot after a rather cold night.

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That was too long. How could we get to a nice speed for the trip if it took so long every morning to be ready. I was angry about that and decided to talk to Sahana. I pulled my camel right on the side of the palanquin and trotted besides the curtains...
- My Lady, I'm sorry to interrupt but there is a matter I'd like to talk to you about. It's about the camp and our trip.

I had decided to be as polite as I could, but that had to change. We were to start before dawn in order to ride during the less hot hours of the day so that we could rest around midday and then go further again. And I had to talk to her in order to make her move her court. All those girls, maids, servants, even the witch, no one was used to a trip on the Sands, so I had to give a few explanations...
Unless she knew about that and wanted to delay her arrival on purpose...
 
Asima sighed, pulling up the light burgundy wrap over her head. She clucked softly to one of the horses that accompanied the party as a part of Sahana's dowry. She was riding bareback on a sleek black mare, her personal horse for this journey. Her pale blue eyes scanned the miles of golden sand that spanned the horizon.

From where she sat among the horses she could still see Sahana's palanquin, the bearers moving slowly across the sand. Riding beside her on camel back was the head gaurd, a young man whose name she didnt know. She nudged her horse in the side and rode up to the otherside of the palanquin positiong herself so that she could hear the conversation. A scaly snake slid up her shoulder and rubbed its triangular head against her cheek. She stroked it head with one finger and smiled. "A sandstorm is coming." Asima said with a small smile. She wrapped her scarf around her mouth and nose her eyes sparkling mischeiviously.
 
Sahana was immerse in her thoughts when she heard the voice of her head guard through the curtains of her palanquin:

"My Lady, I'm sorry to interrupt but there is a matter I'd like to talk to you about. It's about the camp and our trip."

What could it be about? She guessed it would have something to do with security matters, as she had heard that travelling through the desert was a dangerous situation. That is why some merchants had joined her caravan, as a way of protection. She was eager to help her guard to do whatever was needed to improve the security on the trip so she draw the curtain and looked at him.

"Tell me, Salif. What is it about?"
 
When she opened the curtain, I felt a wave of heat rush in me. And I thought that her future husband was really lucky because she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Trying to calm my thoughts that could have run wild in this, I forced myself to stay to the matter at hand...
- My Lady, if you want to keep your travel in the Sands as short as possible, we have to be better organized in the morning. Travellin at midday is impossible because of the heat, and we have to do most of the ride in the morning. We have to start early. I'm sorry to ask you this but you and your attendants must really get ready sooner that you did today. Otherwise, we'll be stuck in the desert longer than it's planned and we'll be exposed thus to more dangers. I hope you understand this...



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The scout saw the clooud of sand coming, the sandstorm would be upon them in a couple of hours, they had to find a shelter.
half an hour later he did caught sight of the ruins of a keep. Stone walls, although going to rumble, were a good place to hide from sandstorm. He turned his camel and started the risde fats towards the caravan in order to give Salif the information.
 
"Of course Salif, I understand. I'll make my people get ready quicker tomorrow."

Sahana was a bit sad the way that man talked to her. But she was used to it. As she was the daughter of a very powerful man, everybody talked to her in a scared voice, not wanting to disturb her, althought she wasn't right. One time, she had tried to make a servand contradict her telling him that a blue blanket was red. he had finally decided under certain light it could be seen as blue. How disappointing! She could never be sure something she said or thought was right or wrong.

And now it was happening again, this man was in charge of the caravan and was asking her... he should haver ordered it.

"Salif... may I ask you a favor?" She bit her lip. "People have always treated me as I am their superior and nobody every dares to go against me. But now you are in charge, and my security and that of my servants depend on you, so I would like you to take the lead. What if I had told you I didn't want to start our journey earlier? We could be dead in a couple of days. So, please, don't treat me as my father's daughter, but as any girl you have to guard. Would you?"

She hoped she hadn't been too rough, but she really needed him to take command.
 
That was surprising. Treat her like anyone else? He rfather would skin me alive if I ever did this. But anyway, from that moment I knew I could count on her following the orders on matters of security. That was good to know because when danger falls on someone you cannot take time to thing about language subtility.
- I'll do my best, my Lady.

At that moment, I saw a scout racing towards me and I went to him. He told me about the sandstorm and the shelter he had found. I thanked him and sent him to the ruins in order to check them. And I turned to the caravan and screamed.
- Sandstorm coming, we have to change our route. We'll move to a shelter right in that direction, follow the guards and hurry on.
I think I did catch a rapid grin on the witch's face. Was that a trick of her? Did she know about this before? No time to investigate but I surely should have a talk with her as soon as possible in order to straighten things.

I took the caravan at a faster pace to the ruins. It was an old abandonned keep with some building still able to protect us. There was also some vines and herbs, a stream of water. At that moment, I didn't wonder why an oasis had been abandonned. This is the kind of spot in the desert where one usually stays when one's established. BUt I didn't take this into acocunt, I was thinking only of the security of the caravan. So I sent everyone in a large court surrounded by walls more or less crumbled. Civilians were sent into the largest and less demolished building. Camels and merchandise were stored in two others with a couple of guards. A fire and otrches were lit int he largest building where I went. Sahana and her court were behind curtains in the farthest corner, their own fire burning. I made sure we were protected in the best possible way.
And then obscurity really took on us. No more light came from the windows as sand was floating around. The sound of the wind was thunderous around us. We made sure to close the windows and all openings with what we found in order to keep the sand out. And there we sat. People weren't really reassured that way because of the wind, the noise, a gloomy atmosphere was reigning inside the building. I gave the Gods a small prayer to keep us safe.

It wa sonly at that moment that I told myself that my scout was missing. THe one sent to check the ruins. I didn't see him since we arrived.
 
"Sandstorm coming, we have to change our route" Salif had said, and Sahana knew that would end really badly. She knew they were rather prepared for that event, and they easily found somewhere to take shelter. But she had a restless feeling of something not being right.

The place was abandoned but it didn't look like somewhere people wouldn't like to leave, so Sahana wondered for a short time why it was all ruins. But soon she left that feeling aside, thinking that maybe it had been the bad weather of the surroundings that had pushed the people away from the place. She and her people were too busy preparing the building they chose for staying during the storm and she didn't give it a second thought.

Once they were set up, Sahana and her maidens started some prayers to the Gods so that they kept them safe so she could finish her journey to her soon-to-be-husband. Sahana kept calm looking at Salif. He seemed to have everything under control and she was thankful that her father had chosen him to be her guard. She knew that under his supervision nothing could happen to her. When the light disappeared and the storm came in they stayed together, holding their hands and managed to have some peace of mind. But Sahana began to feel something wasn't right when she looked at Salif. He suddenly was worried about something, she couldn't know what it was, but he was looking for something around the place. Had they forgotten something?
 
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Something wasn't right. And I had to get ot that witch. So I went to the curtain separating Sahana's court formt he rest of the people and I called for Asmia. Although I dind't like her, she was probably the best to tell me if my feelings had a reason to be or if that was just my imagination.
I always hated to deal with spirits and non-human creatures. I have seen so many good and noble people turned bad and naughty and mischievous by strange and ill-intended creatures. I have seen possessed people turnin to wild beasts, I have seen people disapearing in an eyeblink. I have seen very straneg things. And I still don't like them. And I surely didn't want something like that to happen to the princess.
 
"Asima!?", Sahana could hear Salif calling her sorceress. But she was too concentrated in her chant to hear him, so she decided to go out.

She set the courtain that separed them aside and looked for him. "Salif, she can't hear you, she is summoning the Gods so they help us", said Sahana.

She could see a distress look on his face. "What's wrong, Salif? What happens? Are we in danger?". Sahana was starting to worry and grabbed his arm firmly.
 
I took the princess gently by her arm and led her in a corner to have a talk where nobody could hear us. I stood close to her and whispered.
- Something's wrong.
She had a questionnong gaze.
- Something's not natural is at work here, I'm sure. There are a couple of things that are not good. I can feel it. I sense it. Your witch could have helped me to understand, but I?m not surprised to see that she prefers to sing her song. So I'll try to discover how to handle this. I...
Suddenly I stoppped. Sahana had just closed her eyes, and she began to sway her body gently. Something was happening. In order to avoid the rest of our group to see this, I grabbed her and pulled her in an adjacent room. Giving a glance back, I saw the witch still humming something, like in a trance. I closed the door and turned to Sahana again. She had opened her eyes again and was staring at me, bitting her lower lip, her hands runnin over her body... BUt that gaze. That wasn't her gaze...
 
Sahana didn't know what was hapenning to her. Suddenly, when Salif took her away so they could talk, she felt a sudden breeze crossing her body and then heat. She felt hotter than she had ever felt in her life. She felt her skin burning from the inside and she felt an urgent need to get undress. Her hands started moving by themselves and finally she lost control of her own body. It started walking towards Salif who looked rather surprised but also delighted as Sahana could see.

"Take me... now", her lips were speaking words that Sahana couldn't recognise. She felt like she was inside a dream she couldn't wake from.

Her arms got around Salif's neck, and as her lips approached his, her body moved forward with an unknown force that made them fell on the floor.
 
She was alking towards me with very suggestive moves. A gaze that would have make a whore look like a saint. And she was Sahana, the princess, the woman I was supposed to portect and preserve. Although at that moment I had that feeling of desire raising inside me. I tried a step backwards, but no more. Of course she was beautiful. She was so tempting, a real fantasy for any man who had seen her. And I wanted her.
"Take me... now" she said... I didn't realized that it wasn't completely her own voice. It had a strange feeling, something that wasn't right, but her arms were aéready around my neck. I felt her body pressed against mine, her breast pushed on my chest, I felt her arrousing scent, her perfume, she was desire made flesh at that moment. I felt my groin stir, my whole body was rwacting.
Although my mind sent soem warning messages, like the idea of her father skinning me alive if I touched her, I lost myslef in Sahana. She was terribly sexual. Purely and completely sexual.
I began to close my eyes as her lips were coming to mine, I began to lean forward to meet that tempting mouth.
She pushed me backwards and I falled on my back, she falled on me, I had her perfect body layin on me.
Her legs straddled me, my cock was now so hard in my pants that she could probably feel it throb, as I was pushing my hips up towards her. Her breasts pressed on my chest were such a good feeling, her arms around my head took me completely in, her perfume invaded me and I let it go, my reason drowning in a ocen of desire. I closed my eyes and pushed my face up in order to kiss her wildly, closin my lips on hers. my hands were caressing her back, searching for the ties and buttons keeping her clothes tight.
 
Sahana felt Salif's hand in her back and the force made her sit up, her hands starting to realease his shirt from his belt. Soon enough his chest was uncovered. Her fingers rambled on his skin and she could feel a slight desire of her own for that man.

Then a sudden roar came from the storm outside and she felt released form the spirit that was possesing her for some seconds. She fully realised what was happening. She wasn't suposed to do that, she was supposed to wait for her husband. She was able to utter:

"Salif, I can't..." she started with her sweet voice again, but that strange force came to her again, possesed her even stronger and used her mouth to finish the sentence with its own voice "...wait any longer". And it made her hands take off her blouse. The vision of her own breasts embarrased her and she tried to close her eyes not to see what was happening but the force inside her wouldn't let her.
 
I saw her moving her upper body and she was towering over me, a figure of desire, looking down at me with burning fire in her eyes... She exposed my chest and her hands were wild on my body.
Suddenly, her gaze changed. She was like lost. She seemed disoriented. Her soft voice uttered something but was soon covered by the thunderous voice of luxury that I heard before.
I was confused too... This was not her. Or was she herself? Or...
When she revealed her perfect breasts, I lost my idea and was full of desire again, full of lusty instincts, my hard cock rocking under her in my pants.
- Oh Sahana, come on...
My hands moved for those two perfects globes that I cupped avidly and massaged frimly, my thumbs moving for the nipples, pressing on them, teasing them. I was movin my hips up and down under her.
- Sahana I want you...
I lifted my chest and my face moved so that I kissed one of her nipples... I felt her heat, her pure sexual power. I felt helpless there, and I went to suck on that nipple, my hand leavin that breast to go caress her butt through her so thin clothes...
 
Sahana couldn't believe what was happening. She had heard stories about spirits taking control of beautiful girls and forcing them to make love to men. But her mother had always said they were excuses naughty girls invented so they could fulfill her dirty desires. Now she knew they were real.

But she couldn't see the dirt in it, apart from the fact that she was suposed to wait for her husband to do that. But she was liking it; although she wasn't able to control it. Feeling what was inside Salif's pants below herself discharged a pleasure reaction through her body. And when he took her breasts and sucked her nipple, she finally yielded to the spirit's movements. She had been fighting hard to stop it, although it hadn't had any effect. Now she couldn't (and didn't want to?) fight it anymore and she let it take complete control of herself. She could feel its lust filling every nerve of her body and she rolled over taking Salif with her.

Now, she was lain on the cold floor of the abandones building, but she could barely feel it as her body was burning with desire. Salif was on his knees around her, probably wondring where that strength had come from. Her hands rushed to release Salif's member form its tight cage and it was pulsating from the inside. When she managed to open his pants it shot out, it was completely hard and swollen. Sahana had never seen a dick before, (only the ones of her maidens' babys, as she liked to watch them bathe them) and was impressed by its hugeness. She didn't know what was supposed to come then but was finally resigned to let it happen. Maybe she could ask Asima to purify her soul after that, if the spirit eventually left her.
 
I felt myslef rolled over with such strenght. I never thoguht the nice Sahana could be so strong... Unless... Well, there was no time to think about that at the moment, I just found myself on my knees, towering above her. Her hands were already busy opening my pants and mines were on her breasts, massaging them, teasing the erect nipples, feeling the soft skin. A pure delight. She gave a look towards my cock, hard, throbbing, wanting to go in her and fuck her hard, wanting to make her scream and to discharge in her.
My hands moves to lift her ksirts over her hips, revealing such a nice and tempting cunt. It was visibly already so wet. I opened her legs wide, guiding my cock towards that welcoming entrance.
And then my reason surfaced. Or my instinct of survival. If I ever fucked that cunt, if Sahana wasn't pure and virginal for her husband, then I would suffer so much pain before dying in agony. I thought aabout it very fast. But I wanted her so much also. I couldn't restrain my lust. I had to take her.
And a sudden flash of another possibility passed ni my mind. I didn't have to break her virginity to take her...
I grabbed her hips firmly and turned her over to put her on four. My hands opened her sweet buttcheecks and I was contemplating her asshole now from behind. I guided my cock towards that hole and put it at the edge. I felt the heat of her body. I was needing this. She seemed to be wanting a good fuck too. Soon it will be too late to come back. This was going to be a one-way trip, the kind of moment that change your future forever...
 
Sahana wasn't expecting what happened next. She was imagining Salif's member into her pussy, which she felt so wet and hot. And it started that way but suddenly he grabbed her and put her on her knees. Her body wouldn't contradict, of course, but she was surprised.

It even surprised her more when she felt his fingers in her back hole. That is not the right place, is it? She was thinking. Why is he doing that? she wondered as she felt his dick getting closer.

Suddenly she remembered her father's words when they left: Safely and in perfect shape. Absolutely unharmed. In no way. She hadn't thought about that harm when he said it, but now it was clear: she was to remain virgin for her husband, of course, any girl should, or he wouldn't have her. Sahana felt Salif was just wanting to release her desires, what he thought were her desires, but didn't want to deflower her. He was such a nice man. It was quite a pity he was getting this wrong...

She couldn't focus on her thoughts anymore as his dick entered her. She felt a mixture of pain and pleasure that she wasn't able to describe when it got deeper. She was leaning on her arms, her plams feeling the cold floor. After some bumps, she started feeling less pain (she felt her hole getting wider) and more pleasure. She was enjoying it quite a bit and suddenly her arms lost their strength. They bent and she fell. She had gained power over her body again. How come? Her hole got tight, and she heard Salif's moan. She was going to ask him to stop, tell him that she wasn't being herself right then, but again she felt the presence taking control of her, the hole opening for him again, its words coming through her mouth: "Finish off!"
 
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her first reaction was a muffled scream.
My first strokes were rather slow, I felt how tight and hot she was. My hands moved to grab her breast and take care of them as I get to a faster pace. Her ass get slowly wider, she was relaxing. She was now moaning and I could feel her pleasure as her hips joined mine in the rythm of that fuck.
In the middle of it all, she falled down, legs shaking, arms bending, her face on the floor, and her ass tightenend with a severe grip on my cock. I moan, it was a very strange feeling. But soon she wa spushing her perfect butt back towards me and opening again, her face still on the floor, asking me to finish her.
So I did accelerate, ma hands still on her breasts. I was pumping violently in her ass, so hot and welcoming, it was feeling so good. My balls slapping on her thigs, I moved in and out of her ass, diving deep in her with each thrust. That hole was such a delight to fuck. I heard her moans getting louder and louder. Mines were too of course.
And suddenly I did explode deep in her ass, letting out a full load of cum, filling her hole. My semen spread inside her and I shivered.
I slide out of her... And fall down, sitting besides Sahana, looking into her eyes as she was breathing heavily...
 
Salif finally exploded and she could feel his discharge inside her. Then he slowly got out of her and she felt a little moment of pleasure again feeling the spirit inside her was weaker. But when she sat on the floor, she felt it taking control of her again. It opened her legs as Salif sat by her side. It moved her backwards, lying her on the ground, but her legs still bent and separated.

"You already finished? How sad." The spirit spoke through her again, with that sexy voice she couldn't consider hers.

Suddenly one of her hands was touching her pussy. What is it doingnow? Hasn't it had enough? A good girl isn't suposed to touch that... she couldn't think any longer as she felt the pleasure coming to her again. Each time she rendered to that unknown feeling she felt the spirit loosening the strings that moved her. But when she stoppedwhat the spirit wanted her to do, it came again, going on with its dirty job. How could she be freed?
 
Salif watched her lay on her back, his thoughts were confused. He had just fucked in the ass the girl he had sworn to protect, sure that if anyone knew about it, he would be badly punished. ANd there she was, opening her legs wide on that smooth and neat pussy.
"You already finished? How sad."
What was all that about? Salif shook his head, blinked a couple of times and looked at Sahana again. She was caressing herself. That took his instincts and brought his cock to some hardness again. The show was incredibly hot of course.
But his reason came slowly back to the surface. That couldn't happen.
He stood up, fumbling for his clothes. Down at his feet, the sweet Sahana was giving a show of perversion.
That should be what lurked in this place. The caravan had better to go...


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Outside the sandstorm was giving way, going further, getting weaker. Sun shone through the windows again, an early morning sun. Everyone was happy to see that light again, although they were weary and dazy after a night of unrest.
With the storm, the lusty spirit weakened too. He had found an anchor, a place to rest, a person to inhabit. But it weakened a bit. In himslef, he was happy to leave those ruins and prepared to get free, to lurch out into civilization, to use and use that body in ways the girl could never have thought of. The ancient inhabitants of that place had found a way to enclose it, to keep it away, to prevail from perversion. But this new girl, so pure and so sensible, she was a perfect choice. She'll be the spirit's tool...
 
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