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< "You been wanting to get your hands on a locust dick since Marcus first told you," Stratton said, jerking his head over to where the two drones were making out, absolutely-fucking-enormous cocks hanging out. They were bare-chested, alien locust hide on display, with their pants undone to let their cocks spill out, pinned between their bodies. They rutted against each other, one's hands on the other's hips, the other's on his shoulders. Their cocks lurched, wet crackling noises coming from between them, and one of their cocks skewed out, popping from between the cleft of their abs and pecs, cockhead this fist-sized chunky block, shiny and squirting pre in little arcs. One of them tipped his head back and groaned -- the other had leaned in a chomped down on the meaty muscle of his neck -- and Dom jerked back in surprise, because that sure as hell wasn't no _human_ groan; it was a guttural bellow, loud as a roar. --- > big open room, air hazy with smoke or sweat or just the humidity of a dozen Locust bodies. Like a bar or something. The center of the room was recessed, dropping down in a series of wide, shallow steps, and scattered haphazardly across the room were tables and benches and mounds of cushions, in no real pattern that Dom could see. > > > "You been wanting to get your hands on a locust dick since Marcus first told you," Stratton said, jerking his head over to where the two drones were making out, absolutely-fucking-enormous cocks hanging out. They were bare-chested, alien locust hide on display, with their pants undone to let their cocks spill out, pinned between their bodies. They rutted against each other, one's hands on the other's hips, the other's on his shoulders. Their cocks lurched, wet crackling noises coming from between them, and one of their cocks skewed out, popping from between the cleft of their abs and pecs: cockhead a fist-sized chunk, shiny and squirting pre in little arcs. One of them tipped his head back and groaned -- the other had leaned in a chomped down on the meaty muscle of his neck -- and Dom jerked back in surprise, because that sure as hell wasn't no _human_ groan; it was a guttural bellow, loud as a roar.

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> They were already getting a certain amount of attention: drones looking their way, leering, groping at their dicks or just outright stroking them. The heat in the room made Dom dizzy, flushed and sweaty, air rank with the scent of Locust arousal. In a daze, Dom wobbled forward, aware he was huffing and panting, not really sure about anything else. He stumbled on the steps down, wider and shallower than he was expecting, and somebody caught his shoulders and kept him from toppling over. Some Locust caught him. The heat burnt into his skin: huge leathery hands pressing against him, leaving aching trails of pressure; thick black talons digging into his muscles. The drone was shirtless, cock a giant mound in his pants, and his chest and sides were speckled with rocky scutes, rasping as the drone slung an arm over his shoulder and helped him shamble his way to a table. Dom gripped the edge like it was the only solid ground in the place, feverishly aware of every rasping touch, singing through his skin. His cock ached, leaking in his briefs, and he woozily stared down, his own bulge tented out overtly, the drone's so huge it looked unreal. It was jammed against his side, burning hot, dimly moist. > > The thought of reaching out and touching it didn't even occur to him. It was like there was some disconnect between his rational mind and his body: brain gone quiet, or maybe gibbering away a million miles from him, and meanwhile his body was a mess of sensation, heart racing, skin dripping with sweat, nose clogged with Locust musk, fingers gripping the cool stone edge of the table.

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< bare-chested, rough pants undone, hanging off his hips, cock lolling out. The drone pushed him back, ass catching against the table as the drone sunk down in front of him, huge clawed hands tugging open his pants, fishing out his already-hard cock. Dom looked down, dazed, his cock held in a giant Locust hand, leathery skin and waxy warts sliding over his flesh. --- > The drone grinned at him, a cockeyed smile, and shoved him back against the table, sinking to his knees in front of him. The drone's face was inhuman, ash-white and chargoal-grey, craggy eyebrows casting a dark shadow across his deeply-set eyes, lips peeling back to reveal a mess of sharp fangs, before he lolled his tongue out, all purple-black and warted. His claws dug into Dom's stomach, fingers opening his pants, two fingers hooking into the waist of his briefs and yanking them down, letting his cock burst out into the open air: skin dully shiny, cockhead slick with pre. Pressure wrapped around it, and Dom just stared down, dazed, his cock held in a giant Locust hand, leathery skin and waxy warts sliding over his flesh.

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< Another drone settled next to him, leaning against the same table, his thigh bumping against the drone kneeling before them, and with a completely casual tug the drone opened his pants, half-hard cock lolling out. It was... fucking huge, as always, as Dom still wasn't prepared for. The drone reached down, cupping the massive thing in one brutish hand, and clenched and squeezed, none-too-gently kneading it up and down, forcing it to fill out. --- > Another drone settled next to him, leaning against the same table, his thigh bumping against the drone kneeling before them, and with a completely casual tug the drone opened his pants, half-hard cock lolling out. It was... fucking huge; Dom still wasn't prepared for the sheer size of it. The drone reached down, cupping the massive thing in one brutish hand, and clenched and squeezed, none-too-gently kneading it up and down, forcing it to fill out.

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< Dom'd never even seen a naked Locust before. The drones' skin was mottled, grey and patchy, with paler yellow-brown splotches across him, in dappled patterns: on the kneeling drone, the center of his chest; on the one next to him, speckled all across his jaw and neck, spreading across his shoulders. Scattered across the both of them in blotches, too, were big rocky scutes: jutting out in big spikes across their shoulders or forearms, or in leathery patches over their hips, down their sides, between their thighs. Dom's gaze roved across the room, crowds of drones clustered together. Marcus had-- Stratton had-- He was the only human in the room, maybe. The air was hot, humid, sour with the scent of fucking. --- > Dom'd never even seen a naked Locust before. The drones' skin was mottled, grey and patchy, with paler yellow-brown splotches across him, in dappled patterns: on the kneeling drone, the center of his chest; on the one next to him, speckled all across his jaw and neck, spreading across his shoulders. Scattered across the both of them in blotches, too, were big rocky scutes: jutting out in big spikes across their shoulders or forearms, or in leathery patches over their hips, down their sides, between their thighs. Dom's gaze lolled up, head rolling on his neck as he stared across the room, taking in the crowds of drones clustered together. Marcus had-- Stratton had-- He was the only human in the room, maybe. The air was hot, humid, sour with the scent of fucking.

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< It was... hot. He meant, well, he could see why Marcus got so fixated. Dom swallowed, staring down at his hand, curled only partway around the inhumanly-thick shaft. It was heavy, hard, hot, dimly sweat-damp as it stiffened up, flesh filling out under his fingers as he reached and pulled, tugging it up so that it skewed sideways, slapping against his side before finding the groove where their bodies were pressed together. Dom kept stroking, the shaft burning hot against his skin, shuddering and lurching as it stretched out, swelling even fatter. --- > It was... hot. He meant, well, he could see why Marcus got so fixated. Dom swallowed, staring down at his hand, curled only partway around the inhumanly-thick shaft. It was heavy, hard, hot, dimly sweat-damp. The shaft filled out under his fingers as he reached and pulled, tugging it up so that it skewed sideways, slapping against his side before finding the groove where their bodies were pressed together. Dom kept stroking, the shaft burning hot against his skin, shuddering and lurching as it stretched out, swelling even fatter.

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< The drone's hands touched his sides, and Dom looked up -- away from his almost hypnotized stare at the drone's fat cock -- realizing again that his face was an inch away from the drone's; that the drone had been staring at him the whole time. The drone looped a hand around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss -- sharp teeth biting at his lips; slimy, warted locust tongue shoving into his mouth, drooling acrid-tasting spit -- and pressing their chests together, pre squelching between them as the drone's cock kept twitching in Dom's hands, spitting out sloppy lines of pre that caught across his stomach and smeared between them, leathery locust hide grinding against his skin and smearing his belly with slime. --- > The drone's hands touched his sides, and Dom looked up -- away from his almost hypnotized stare at the drone's fat cock -- realizing again that his face was an inch away from the drone's; that the drone had been staring at him the whole time. The drone looped a hand around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss -- sharp teeth biting at his lips; slimy, warted locust tongue shoving into his mouth, drooling acrid-tasting spit -- and pressing their chests together, pre squelching between them. The drone's cock kept twitching in Dom's hands, spitting out sloppy lines of pre that caught across his stomach and smeared between them, leathery locust hide grinding against his skin and smearing his belly with slime.

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< He'd come at some point. He hadn't -- no, he'd noticed, breath coming faster as he'd sprayed his load all across the face of the drone kneeling in front of him. The other drone lapped at his shaft, sucking on his balls, warted tongue curling back across his own face to catch a glob of Dom's come. It was just that that hadn't seemed as important as smearing reeking pre all across his fingers, slathering it back across the drone's shaft. And now the other drone stood, his cock also hugely erect, a solid, nearly finger-thick line of grimy pre hanging off, stretching out as he stood until it snapped, splashes of heat smacking across Dom's thigh. Two giant cocks, bobbing against his stomach, one pulsing in his hand, drooling pre all across his forearm, the other oozing droplets that rolled over his warted cockhead and then audibly splattered to the ground. --- > He'd come at some point. He hadn't -- no, he'd noticed, breath coming faster as he'd sprayed his load all across the face of the drone kneeling in front of him. The other drone lapped at his shaft, sucking on his balls, warted tongue curling back across his own face to catch a glob of Dom's come. It was just that that hadn't seemed as important as smearing reeking pre all across his fingers, slathering it back across the drone's shaft. And now the kneeling drone stood, his cock also hugely erect, a solid, nearly finger-thick line of grimy pre hanging off, stretching out as he stood until it snapped, splashes of heat smacking across Dom's thigh. Two giant cocks, bobbing against his stomach, one pulsing in his hand, drooling pre all across his forearm, the other oozing droplets that rolled over his warted cockhead and then audibly splattered to the ground.

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< The drone pulled back, spit cording out between their lips, and Dom reeled back, woozy, lungs sucking in air, body surging with a fiery heat, the reek of Locust sex hitting him like a blow. The drone's hand pushed down on his shoulder. Not hard. But enough to know what the drone wanted. What both drones wanted. Dom stared down, mammoth cock slathered in pre, thick globs of clotted ooze smeared all over his shaft, drooling down to his misshapen balls. The other cock, pressed up against it, slime only just starting to coat it in a shiny layer. Both trembling with the alien heartbeat, veins fluttering. --- > The drone pulled back, spit cording out between their lips, and Dom reeled back, woozy, lungs sucking in air, body surging with a fiery heat, the reek of Locust sex hitting him like a blow. The drone's hand pushed down on his shoulder. Not hard. But enough to know what the drone wanted. What they both wanted. Dom stared down, their mammoth cocks slathered in pre: one with thick globs of clotted ooze smeared all over his shaft, drooling down to his misshapen balls, the other, pressed up against the first, slime only just starting to coat it in a shiny layer. Both trembling with the alien heartbeat, veins fluttering, visibly pulsing.

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< Dom sunk down, onto his knees, nose filled with the acrid, sour scent of Locust musk: pre rancid-smelling, chemical, the reek of sex so potent it left his sinuses burning with each inhale. The gnarled, warted cockheads were just an inch away, slits flexing, a continual dribble of pre spilling down the drones' shafts, over Dom's slack hand, sharper sputters spurting across his cheeks, catching in his beard. --- > Dom sunk down, onto his knees, and his nose filled with the acrid, sour scent of Locust musk: pre rancid-smelling, chemical, the reek of sex so potent it left his sinuses burning with each inhale. The gnarled, warted cockheads were just an inch away, slits flexing, a continual dribble of pre spilling down the drones' shafts, over Dom's slack hand, sharper sputters spurting across his cheeks, catching in his beard.

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< The drone above him moaned, cockhead stretching Dom's lips into a fat O, and it shuddered, spitting out a slimy gush of pre all across his tongue: salty and slightly sour. Rancid and chemical-tasting. But not bad. Not all that different from Stratton's dick; they all had that much right. And then more and more, more than the droplets that had splattered in his mouth, more than a single gush, but a continual spurting ooze, like the drone was pissing in his mouth, pre flooding over his tongue, staining his teeth and gums with sludgy layers, making him gulp to keep up. The drone cupped Dom's head, claws digging across his scalp, and pulled him forward. Thick locust dick shoved in past his lips, the fat cockhead ramming against the back of his mouth. Dom gagged, spitting out a mess of pre all across the drone's shaft, but the drone just tugged him forward again, slower but more implacable, rutting his cockhead against the back of his mouth until it popped down into his throat with a lurch. His cock was slathered in pre, and Dom's mouth was flooded; the drone's cock just glided through the tight, spasming muscle of his throat, sinking deeper and deeper. Dom groaned, gurgling, the mess of pre spilling over his lips forming glossy spit bubbles. < < All the while the other drone watched, hand on his cock a steady _shluck-shluck-shluck_, cock twitching and spurting pre, splattering slime across his already-drenched face. The drone ground his cockhead over Dom's cheek, smearing through the layers of slime, and pulled back with slimy cords dragging out between them. He stooped down, cock bobbing with the motion, and grabbed one of Dom's arms, lifting it up -- Dom sinking forward, bracing one shoulder against the drone's hip while he slurped on the fat cockhead, letting his arm be hoisted up and wrapped around the other drone's cock. < --- > The drone above him moaned, cockhead stretching Dom's lips into a fat O, and it shuddered, spitting out a slimy gush of pre all across his tongue: salty and slightly sour. Rancid and chemical-tasting. But not bad. Not all that different from Stratton's dick; they all had that much right. And then more and more, more than the droplets that had splattered in his mouth, more than a single gush, but a continual spurting ooze, like the drone was pissing. Pre flooded over his tongue, staining his teeth and gums with sludgy layers, making him gulp to keep up, drinking down mouthfuls of sour slime, building up frothy scum on the corners of his mouth, or sticking in clumps in his throat.

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> The drone cupped Dom's head, claws digging across his scalp, and pulled him forward. Thick locust dick shoved in past his lips, the fat cockhead ramming against the back of his mouth. Dom gagged, spitting out a mess of pre all across the drone's shaft, but the drone just tugged him forward again, slower but more implacable, rutting his cockhead against the back of his mouth, fighting against the spasming opening to his throat until Dom swallowed around it and the fat cockhead popped into his throat with a lurch. His mouth was slathered with pre, a thick pool burbling under his tongue; the drone's cock glided through the slicked-up mess and shoved through the tight, spasming muscle of his throat, sinking deeper and deeper. Dom groaned, gurgling, the mess of pre spilling over his lips forming glossy spit bubbles.

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< the both of them leering down at him --- > All the while the other drone watched, hand on his cock a steady _shluck-shluck-shluck_, cock twitching and spurting pre, splattering slime across Dom's already-drenched face. The drone ground his cockhead over Dom's cheek, smearing through the layers of slime, and pulled back with slimy cords dragging out between them. He stooped down, cock bobbing with the motion, and grabbed Dom's wrist, lifting it up -- Dom sinking forward, bracing one shoulder against the drone's hip as he let his hand be wrapped around the drone's cock: slurping on one shaft while he erratically stroked the other, both constantly spewing slime, drenching him inside and out.

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> Dom gurgled, staring blearily up at the drones. His throat clenched tight around the lumpy, rasping Locust cock shoved halfway down it, a constant warm flow of slime gushing straight into his stomach; the other cock shuddered in his hand, hot splatters of pre painting thick, sloppy cords of ooze across his already-disheveled face, sweat and pre mixing together in a runny mess that slowly trickled down his neck and chest. The both of the drones were leering down at him, hands on his head and shoulders, coaxing him on as he sloppily, inexpertly serviced their cocks. His cock down his throat sawed back and forth, thrusting, and the hands on his head tugged him down, shoving more of the brutally-thick shaft through his stretched lips. It felt like there was a solid plug of pre in his throat, a thick jellylike mass that lodged in place when the drone pulled back. The warped, wart-covered ridge of his cockhead slid smoothly across Dom's pre-drenched throat, all lumpy and uneven. Dom gurgled, pre drooling from his lips and nose, tears in his eyes as the drones shoved him back down again, bruised lips smearing further down the mammoth shaft, back and forth, as the drone fucked his face. The other drone angled his cock, gushing pre all over the shaft, slathering it up so it went down without a hitch.

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< pulled out, pulled off, leaving Dom dazed, mouth slack and drooling, face drenched with slime, cords slowly spilling across the line o fhis chinstrap beard, drooling from his goatee in lines, forming hot splatters down his chest. There were still cords stretched between his lips and the cock, glimmering strings that caught the dim light, hanging taut, tugging at the corner of his mouth, across his bruised lower lip, seeming in no danger of snapping. He gasped for breath, coughing up clots of pre, shaking his head, and only dimly realized his surroundings, beyond the twitching, drooling cock still bouncing an inch from his mouth. --- > The drone's hips hit his face with a _smack_, Dom's nose flattened against the drone's crotch, his giant, misshapen balls hitting his chin, cockhead shoved so far down his throat it felt like it was in his chest. They kept him there for a long moment, gurgling and coughing up slime, before pulling out, pulling off, leaving Dom dazed, mouth slack and drooling, face drenched with slime, cords slowly spilling across the line of his chinstrap beard, drooling from his goatee in lines, forming hot splatters down his chest. There were still cords stretched between his lips and the cock, glimmering strings that caught the dim light, hanging taut, tugging at the corner of his mouth, across his bruised lower lip, seeming in no danger of snapping. He gasped for breath, coughing up clots of pre, shaking his head, and only dimly realized his surroundings, beyond the twitching, drooling cock still bouncing an inch from his mouth.

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< All the drones had gotten close, the whole room of them circled around him -- at least a dozen in a circle; and then a second row of who knew how many more. All stripped naked, tugging on their hard cocks. --- > A mess of drones had gotten close, most of the room circled around him -- at least a dozen in a circle; and then a second row of who knew how many more. All stripped naked, tugging on their hard cocks.

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> Dom just knelt there, mouth hanging open, eyes taking in the crowd. Waiting for them to start using him again.

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< rammed against the back of his mouth, strong enough to make him gag and choke, sputtering around the fat cock. The drone eased up a little, just rutting shallowly, cockhead spitting slime in the back of his throat. Pre built up into a heavy sloshing weight, and Dom swallowed, gulping down a mouthful, thick and clotting in his throat. < < < mouth slick and slippery, teeth and gums and tongue all covered in a layer of pre, and this time when the drone pushed deeper Dom gagged again but swallowed, letting the bulbous, warted cockhead pop into his throat. He gurgled, breath cut off, throat spasming against the cock plugging him up, but it shuddered and spat, again and again, flooding his throat with more of his slick pre in sudden hot gushes, letting his cock sink frictionlessly down, the only catch Dom's own spasming throat clenching tight around the fat shaft. It sunk lower and lower, knobbled warts catching on his bruised lips before they slurped in, scraping over his teeth and sinking down his throat. Dom gagged again, throat clenching down hard, and that just made the entire thing throb and swell, warts bulging against his flesh, a squirt of slime erupting up his throat and spraying from his lips, splattering all across the drone's crotch < < < --- > The other drone wanted a crack at his mouth, apparently. He tugged Dom's head to the side, lining up his own grotesque, misshapen cockhead, and pulled Dom down: cockhead stretching his lips, gushing for a second across his already-drenched tongue, before the drone dragged his head down, ramming against the back of his mouth, strong enough to make him gag and choke, sputtering around the fat cock. The drone eased up a little, just rutting shallowly, cockhead spitting slime in the back of his throat.

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< cockheads pressing against the side of his face, cockheads scraping up and down through his spiky stubble. On a human that'd be just painful, but the drones had big leathery cockheads, even their raw, unsheathed flesh thicker and heavier, and they seemed to love it -- grunting and groaning as they ground their cocks against his face, splattering him from two directions with bubbles and strings of translucent grey-yellow pre, soaking his face in a slick, slippery layer of ooze. Dom groaned, slime burbling up around the cock in his mouth, blowing filmy bubbles of spit, and the drone grinned down at him and pulled him back down, punching his cock down his throat until Dom's nose ground against his crotch, the bloated, pillowy sac of his balls pressed against his chin. --- > Pre built up into a heavy sloshing weight, and Dom swallowed, gulping down a mouthful, thick and clotting in his throat. He wanted into his throat. It wasn't hard: his mouth was all slick and slippery, teeth and gums and tongue all covered in a layer of pre, and this time when the drone pushed deeper Dom gagged again but swallowed, letting the bulbous, warted cockhead pop into his throat. He gurgled, breath cut off, throat spasming against the cock plugging him up, but it shuddered and spat, again and again, flooding his throat with more of his slick pre in sudden hot gushes, letting his cock sink frictionlessly down, the only catch Dom's own spasming throat clenching tight around the fat shaft. It sunk lower and lower, knobbled warts catching on his bruised lips before they slurped in, scraping over his teeth and sinking down his throat. Dom gagged again, throat clenching down hard, and that just made the entire thing throb and swell, warts bulging against his flesh, a squirt of slime erupting up his throat and spraying from his lips, splattering all across the drone's crotch. He hilted just as easily as the first, holding Dom's gagging, drooling head in place, the brutally-fat rod of his cock shuddering and pulsing, warping his throat with its inhuman girth. The drone thrust a few times, only dragging an inch of his cock out, just ramming Dom's face down on his crotch a few times before he let him up, letting Dom spill off his cock with a sloppy heave, coughing up thick, sour strings of rancid precome all across his crotch.

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< The drone pulled back and thrust in, fucking Dom's face in long strokes -- a wash of spit and pre spraying from Dom's mouth when his cockhead sunk into his throat, and again when he pulled back out, slick and slimy when the other drones caught the mess with their cocks and used them to smear it all back across his face in clotted layers --- > Dom gasped for breath, breathing wet and sloppy with ooze constantly drooling over his lips. There were more drones in front of him now, the crowd packed in tight, and they jostled for space, cockheads pressing against the side of his face, cockheads scraping up and down through his spiky stubble. On a human that'd be just painful, but the drones had big leathery cockheads, even their raw, unsheathed flesh thicker and heavier, and they seemed to love it -- grunting and groaning as they ground their cocks against his face, splattering him with bubbles and strings of translucent grey-yellow pre, soaking his face in a slick, slippery layer of ooze. Dom groaned, one of them taking advantage to shove his cockhead just past his lips, flooding his mouth with pulses of rancid ooze. Slime burbled out around his shaft, blowing filmy bubbles of spit, and the drone who'd managed it grinned down at him and pulled him back down, punching his cock down his throat in a single effortless glide, until Dom's nose ground against his crotch, the bloated, pillowy sac of his balls pressed against his chin.

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> The drone pulled back and thrust in, fucking Dom's face in long strokes -- a wash of spit and pre spraying from Dom's mouth when his cockhead sunk into his throat, and again when he pulled back out, slick and slimy when the other drones caught the mess with their cocks and used them to smear it all back across his face in clotted layers. The drone fucked his face, a sharper edge to his motions: no longer just playing, toying with him. The drone wanted to get off. Dom's throat was an open tunnel, just an orifice for him to use, while Dom gagged and choked and heaved, vomiting up frothy cords of pre all across his dripping, slathered shaft.

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> The drone roared, bellowing, and yanked his cock out of Dom's mouth just in time, stroking up and down its dripping length before his fingers squeezed down just under his cockhead. His cockslit gaped, wide open, and he erupted with a chunky rope of come, opaque grey, gushing his load all across Dom's sloppy face. Dom closed his eyes, eyelashes already webbed with pre, come spurting all across his forehead and eyebrows, across one cheek, over his bruised lips, into his mouth. Come smeared over the layers of pre and poured down his face, catching in thicker lines across his less-slimy chest, only sluggishly dripping to the ground. Dom just knelt there, shuddering, gasping, mouth flooded with a sour slurry of pre and come, gulping erratically.

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> Maybe the drone stopped coming, or maybe he was just shoved out of the way early, his cock displaced with a dozen more. The air was overheated, burning in Dom's lungs, and the stench of locust pre suffused his senses, acrid and spicy and heavy. He groaned, open-mouthed, panting, and that was too much for one of the drones to resist: a hand caught the back of his head and tugged him down, shoving another slimy cock into his mouth, thrusting eagerly. Gnarled locust cockheads mashed against his face, leaving smeared trails, and the one in his mouth shallowly rutted, fat flange of his cockhead catching on Dom's lips, gushing pre all across his tongue.

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< gasping for breath, each one cutting like a knife. The air was overheated, burning in his lungs, and the stench of locust pre suffused his senses, acrid and spicy and heavy. He groaned, open-mouthed, panting, and that was too much for one of the drones to resist: a hand caught the back of his head and tugged him down, shoving another slimy cock into his mouth --- > One of the crowd one of them grabbed his left hand -- digging under his fingers and practically prying him off from his grip around the drone's giant thighs -- and then neatly slid his cock into Dom's grip, thrusting away instantly. Dom looked to the side, cockhead bulging out his cheek: just watching for a moment the enormous cockhead shove through his fingers before pulling back again. The drone's big leathery foreskin was still wrapped halfway up his cockhead, sliding down minutely when he thrust through Dom's fist, and everything was too slick for him to even get a grip and tug it down. The motion squelched, slurping and cracking, the pre thickening into a grimy off-white lather, thinned by sweat and spit and pre long before Dom's fingers started to catch. Another drone got the same idea, wrapping Dom's other hand around his cock, and then he was mostly held up by the sheer press of bodies around him, giant treetrunk thighs pinning him in, pre raining down across his entire body in hot, slimy spatters.

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> Cocks came, showering him in thicker, grittier slime -- the one fucking his mouth shuddering and then unloading, flooding his mouth with gritty, clotted ooze. The cock pulled out to finish across his face, each spurt still making him reflexively jerk back, just pressing the back of his head against some other drone's crotch. Dom swallowed, open-mouthed, a mess of come pouring out of his open mouth in a tarry grey wave and washing down his face.

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< one of them grabbed his hand -- digging under his fingers and practically prying him off from his grip around the drone's giant thighs -- and then neatly slid his cock into Dom's grip, thrusting away instantly. Dom looked to the side, cockhead bulging out his cheek: just watching for a moment the enormous cockhead shove through his fingers before pulling back again. The drone's big leathery foreskin was still wrapped halfway up his cockhead, sliding down minutely when he thrust through Dom's fist, and everything was too slick for him to even get a grip and tug it down. The motion squelched, slurping and cracking, the pre thickening into a grimy off-white lather, thinned by sweat and spit and pre long before Dom's fingers started to catch. Another drone got the same idea, wrapping Dom's other hand around his cock, and then he was mostly held up by the sheer press of bodies around him --- > Two drones tried for his newly-vacated mouth at the same time, and their cockheads mashed against his lips, slickly sliding up and down, gaping cockslits gushing pre across his upper lip, over his cheeks, down his chin. Dom gasped, burbling spit bubbles frothing up around their cockheads, tongue slurping back and forth across the gnarled, warted cockheads, pressing against their massive, gaping cockslits. A hand wrapped around the two shafts, pinning them together, and they both tried to shove in through his lips at the same time. Dom moaned, opening wide, lips bruised and aching from the stretch as the cockheads pushed minutely further in. They thrust out of sync, vying to fit in his overstretched mouth, fingers reaching down to hook into his mouth and stretch his lips wider. His mouth felt warped, wrecked, lips drawn absurdly out from his face, wrapped around two grotesque cockheads. He sagged forward, wobbling, cocks shoving deeper -- hands unable to brace himself, wrapped around two more cocks, his fingers slurping and squelching as he stroked their lengths.

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> Drones surrounded him from every direction, a solid wall of alien flesh, and cocks ground all over his skin: pressed against his cheeks, on the side of his neck, behind his ears, across the back of his head. All rutting, spurting, drooling across his skin, coating him in a thick, heavy layer of pre, hot and sticky. Slick flesh rubbed against him, hardly even feeling like flesh anymore, just pressure and weight pushing down and sliding. Dom gurgled, cords of slime drooling over his lower lip, bubbling out between their cockheads as the drones tried to push their cocks more tightly together, trying to fit both in his mouth, down his throat. His eyes were plastered shut, layers of pre baked down to a tarry sludge; all he could sense was the heat and the pressure and the constant wet _shluck_ noises of dozens of locusts jerking off, sloppy cocks being stroked, the thick, heavy patter of pre and come gushing across his already-drenched skin, the rancid, reeking taste of locust pre flooding his mouth. Lumpy locust shafts thrusting through his stretched lips, each knobbled wart rasping over his lips, making them bruise up more.

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< two cocks vying to fit in his overstretched mouth, lips bruised, drawn taut in a ludicrous oval around their cockheads, with his hands wrapped around two more, fingers slurping and squelching as he stroked their lengths. Drones surrounded him from every direction, a solid wall of alien flesh, and cocks ground all over his skin: pressed against his cheeks, on the side of his neck, behind his ears, across the back of his head. All rutting, spurting, drooling across his skin, coating him in a thick, heavy layer of pre, hot and sticky. Slick flesh rubbed against him, hardly even feeling like flesh anymore, just pressure and weight pushing down and sliding. Dom gurgled, cords of slime drooling over his lower lip, bubbling out between their cockheads as the drones tried to push their cocks more tightly together, trying to fit both in his mouth, down his throat. --- > He was utterly drenched: coated head to toe in slimy pre, with thick streamers sluggishly drooling down through the mess, spilling down his chest and back, winding over his pecs. His face was probably opaque with it, hair sodden and heavy, plastered to his skull, stubbled cheeks catching more of the mess, goatee a drenched mess constantly drooling trapped come down his chest in long strings. The huge cords trailing from his forearms and chin sometimes snapped, sending thick ribbons splattering all across his stomach and thighs, sometimes snapping with a jolt against his own untouched cock, making him groan and squirm. Cocks ground through the mess, adding fresh gushes, hands squelching as they smeared the ooze all over him, wrapping over his shoulders or neck or back to smear built-up ooze all over him. Dom groaned, sloppy ooze bubbling from his mouth, coughing from the sheer amount of pre splattering into the back of his mouth, dripping down his throat in a thick stream.

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< he was drenched: there were trickles of pre spilling down his chest and back, winding over his pecs. The huge cords trailing from his forearms and chin sometimes snapped, sending thick ribbons splattering all across his stomach and thighs, sometimes snapping with a jolt against his own untouched cock, making him groan and squirm. < < < < hoisting him up, pushing him to the side -- his hip banged against the side of the table, the one he'd been standing against earlier. It'd gotten moved, or he'd gotten turned around, and he'd hardly even realized what it was before a whole mass of drones surged toward him, lifting him up by the thighs and dropping him on his ass on the tabletop, pushing him back so he was lying there on his back, totally exposed, Locust crowding in, rubbing their cocks across his chest and stomach and thighs, smearing around globs of ooze until his entire body was covered in a slimy film. --- > hoisting him up, pushing him to the side -- his hip banged against the side of the table, the one he'd been standing against earlier. It'd gotten moved, or he'd gotten turned around, and he'd hardly even realized what it was before a whole mass of drones surged toward him, lifting him up by the thighs and dropping him on his ass on the tabletop, pushing him back so he was lying there on his back, totally exposed. Drones crowded in, rubbing their cocks across his chest and stomach and thighs, smearing around globs of ooze until his entire body was covered in a slimy film.

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> > eyes tearing up, reflexively gagging around the fingers probing the back of his mouth. He coughed up a mess of come, gurgling, and the drone used the added slickness and his convulsing throat to push deeper -- entire hand shoving into his wrecked mouth, fingers shoving into his throat. Dom gagged again, harder, puking up a stringy mess of come all across the drone's arm, and the drone just used his other hand to smear it up and down his forearm, evenly lubing himself up. The drone ground his knuckles against the roof of Dom's mouth, fingers digging into the flesh of his throat and prying it open wider. Dom gurgled, spasming throat trying to clench against the intrusion, > > > two fists toying with the broken rim of his ass, slurping back and forth across the gigantic, rubbery swell of bruised flesh his asshole had become, talons digging in under the rim and tugging, stretching him open even further. > > > > jaw split open, entire field of vision eclipsed by a grotesquely-muscular locust forearm, muscles shifting under his leathery hide as he slowly twisted his wrist deep down in Dom's throat. Dom gagged again, weakly, expelling another wash of come, most of it pouring down his upturned face in clumpy waves. > >

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< some big fucking monster. Like, the Locust got big and freakish-looking, no doubt, but this guy hardly even looked all that humanoid anymore. He ran on all fours, --- > some big fucking monster. Like, the Locust got big and freakish-looking, no doubt, but this guy hardly even looked all that humanoid anymore.

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< quills instead of hair, in a spiky mat that went all down his neck and then spread out over his shoulders --- > He had quills instead of hair, in a spiky mat that went all down his neck and then spread out over his shoulders, and his skin was this pallid, grubby white, with deep rippling grooves of stretch marks all over, dark grey and so widely-seamed that the flesh within them was recessed a half-inch and striated. Spiky grey barbs erupted out from his skin in asymmetrical bursts -- left arm, right hip, left shoulder, right calf, and so on. He had a mouth full of fangs, giant and chunky, and the inner flesh of his mouth glowed yellow, like a lambent Locust.

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< feet had grown out into big, reptilian-looking paws, widely-spread with green-grey flesh webbed between them --- > He ran on all fours, and his feet had grown out into big, reptilian-looking paws, widely-spread with green-grey flesh webbed between them. His hands were ludicrously oversized, and tipped with-- not claws; the Locust had claws, this guy had... huge spurs, like his fingers were encased in stone, like twice as long as fingers and thicker too. He was huge all over, the muscles of his back so gigantic he hardly had a neck. His biceps were the same size as his thighs, and the both of them were just about as thick around as Cole's chest. He had a _tail_, a stubby triangular thing bulging out from the base of his spine, just above the waist of his pants. His pants, because... he was shirtless, because there was no way in hell anything would fit across his chest, but somebody at some point, maybe the monster himself, had managed to stretch some pants over his thighs, what was presumably the biggest COG regulation size, but with the zipper open to add more slack, and big rents made along the legs to help them fit, and even then they only barely covered his crotch and the tops of his thighs.

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< hands were ludicrously oversized, and tipped with-- not claws; the Locust had claws, this guy had... huge spurs, like his fingers were encased in stone, like twice as long as fingers and thicker too. --- > "What the fuck is _that_," Dom whispered, looking between the big monster and Carmine, like gauging if they should get in the way.

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> "He's a Sire," Baird said, like it was obvious. And then to the rest of them looking at him: "What, you didn't recognize that shit? I know for a goddamn fact you've all gotten briefed on Sires."

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> Cole rolled his eyes. "You gonna make us read an abstract before we can jerk off to this?"

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< and then they were making out. Carmine was still sobbing, mouth open while Tony -- Anthony? Anthony Carmine? -- shoved his tongue inside, drooling raw imulsion spit, excess burbling over his lips, down his chin. --- > "Oh, fuck off. You get off on this shit?"

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< "Woah," Dom said. "That's his brother, right?" --- > "Man, look at 'em making out, tell me that's not hot." Cole gestured.

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< Tony groped Carmine's ass, huge clawed paw digging into his hairy cleft. He lifted Carmine up just by that, immense muscles on his arm barely straining. He settled Carmine on his lap, the lump of his cock huge -- Carmine ground all on his brother's cock, pulling back from their kiss to moan, and Tony licked down his neck, coating his skin in imulsion sheen. --- > The rest of them turned back -- Carmine had his mouth open, and Tony -- Anthony? Anthony Carmine? -- had his maw open, glowing, warted tongue spilling out and lashing the air for a moment, like he was tasting it, before he plunged it into Carmine's mouth in an explosion of goo. Raw imulsion spit, excess burbling over his lips, down his chin. Carmine moaned, wet and gurgling, and pressed himself against Tony's bulk, eyes closed, sucking on Tony's monstrous tongue. His throat warped, maybe just gulping down spit at first, but then it became clear Tony was shoving his tongue down his throat. > > "Woah," Dom said. "That's his brother, right?"

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> Tony pulled back from their kiss, tongue sliding and sliding and sliding out of Carmine's mouth until the tip finally pulled free with an explosion of imulsion spit. Carmine drew in a ragged breath, panting, while Tony twisted around him, licking down his side. Tony's tongue had to be a good two, three feet long. > > Apparently Tony wanted to get down to business, fast. He groped Carmine's ass, huge clawed paw digging into the hairy cleft of his ass, and then he lifted Carmine up just by that, immense muscles on his arm barely straining. He settled Carmine on his lap, the lump of his cock huge -- Carmine ground down on his brother's cock, pulling back from their kiss to moan, and Tony licked down his neck, coating his skin in imulsion sheen. > > "Yeah, c'mon, get his cock out," Cole groaned, eyes fixed on the massive mound in Tony's tattered pants, groping his cock. > > "You're a fucking freak," Baird said. > > "Man, if you're not into it you can always leave. You're here staring too."

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< "One of my Cougar buds had piercings like that," Cole said, grabbing Clayton's cock like it was nothing and tugging it up, fingers running down the huge rebar-pierced ladder. "He got them caught on his zipper once and pulled too hard and tore his dick apart! He had to get it stitched up, man! He didn't fuck anybody for almost a year after that, just 'cause he'd got so traumatized." Cole's hand was steady on his cock, stroking softly, palm butting against the tip; Clayton snarled and shoved him back, cock clattering as it swung down, still fattening against his thigh. --- > "One of my Cougar buds had piercings like that," Cole said, grabbing Clayton's cock like it was nothing and tugging it up, fingers running down the huge rebar-pierced ladder. "He got them caught on his zipper once and pulled too hard and tore his dick apart. He had to get it stitched up, man! He didn't fuck anybody for almost a year after that, just 'cause he'd got so traumatized." Cole's hand was steady on his cock, stroking softly, palm butting against the tip; Clayton snarled and shoved him back, cock clattering as it swung down, still fattening against his thigh.

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< Tony rutted into him, cockhead ramming into his ass, gushing hot, and then he pulled out, painting his spread cheeks with fresh slime, over and over just teasing Clayton with the tip as he fed him more and more imulsion, gurgling inside him, pouring out of his broken ass, smearing in scummy chunks down his ass and over his swollen, aching balls. --- > Tony rutted into him, cockhead ramming into his ass, pumping a shot or two of hot slime all across his mutating walls, and then he pulled out, painting his spread cheeks with fresh slime, letting it drool down his inner thighs, letting it spill across his bloated, inhuman balls. Tony did it over and over, just teasing Clayton with the tip as he fed him more and more imulsion, slime gurgling inside him, pumping him full of it, until his ass was a broken mess, scummy chunks of congealed ooze slurping out and layering his skin from ass to knees in a gritty, sludgy mess of corded ooze. > > Clayton's cock spat, pre burning yellow and sludgy-thick, threaded grey, fat pellets of greenish gunk working up his shaft, catching on his prince albert. Tony's hands were on his transformed balls, still smearing the tacky slime across them, following their asymmetrical curves as they filled out, hanging heavy like lead weights. Clayton could feel slime bubble up in them, dense flesh oozing tarry grime, pulsing up through the mess of cords filling his transformed sac, hot as it pumped up inside him, finally gushing in pulses from his cock. Things inside him were blossoming, heat spilling inside him, like curling fronds opening wide. Muscles spasmed, like an orgasm but not, and his cock spat out a thick string of grey ooze, smacking against Ben's already-slathered asscheek and sticking there. > > He could feel his cock thicken, the fat flange along the underside growing still fatter -- he could feel the entire column of flesh thicken, spreading out, making his skin shift over the growing bulk. His cockslit spread wider, spewing out chunkier slime, big green clots splattering over Ben's skin. Clayton kept rutting against him, the now-brutal weight of his mutated cockhead grinding smearing into a thick paste. Clayton grabbed his cock -- its heft strange and inhuman in his hand, way thicker than what he was used to -- and traced the folds of Ben's gaping prolapse, slowly focusing in on his ruined hole. Clayton slid balls-deep into him effortlessly, and his cock spasmed again, painting Ben's guts with a mess of come without alleviating any of the frenzy that was burning through Clayton's body.

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< Clayton's cock spat, pre burning yellow and sludgy-thick, threaded grey, fat pellets of greenish gunk working up his shaft, catching on his prince albert. Tony's hands were on his transformed balls, still smearing the tacky slime across them, following their asymmetrical curves as they filled out, hanging heavy like lead weights. Clayton could feel slime bubble up in them, dense flesh oozing tarry grime, pulsing up through the mess of cords filling his transformed sac, hot as it pumped up inside him, finally gushing in pulses from his cock. --- > "More!" Clayton groaned, rutting back against Tony, his monstrous cock still just toying with him, slathering him in ooze without ever pushing deeper. "C'mon, fuck me hard!"

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> Tony obliged, finally. His claws curled around Clayton's hip, spanning up his chest, and he shoved in. His asshole was slack, gaping, drenched in slimy come already, and Tony's first thrust stabbed deep into his ass, sliding along Clayton's ass until his cockhead rammed against the opening to his guts. Clayton howled, cock erupting come into Ben's ass again, rubbery asshole squeezing down on Tony's cock, just managing to squirt out a mess of slime. Tony ground forward, giant body looming over him, cock a giant spire only barely stuck inside him. His cockhead worked up and down inside Clayton's ass, dragging over the clenched opening.

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> Clayton'd never had anything this deep inside him, and the sensations were new and strange, a knot of muscle that Tony's cockhead was battering against, digging into. As Tony bathed it in slime, it slowly flowered open, letting the gnarled dome of his cockhead an iota deeper, plunging into what for a moment felt like a tight, clenching tunnel before he pushed all the way through. Like a second asshole, an actually tight one, a foot-and-change up inside his ass. > > Clayton bellowed, throwing his head back, as Tony shoved in deeper, cock sliding up into his guts, ironing them out, pushing them to become a single, straight passage. Opening them for his cock, as he fed more and more of his monstrous shaft into Clayton's swollen, puffy asshole. Clayton's bellow became more of a ragged groan, bringing one hand up to press against his stomach. There was no sign of Tony's monstrous shaft, yet, but he could feel an internal pressure against his clenched abs; the sheer bulk of Tony's shaft was reorganizing his guts, pushing them out against the underside of his abs. He groaned, abs shuddering as Tony kept sliding into him, cock plunging into him so deep it felt like it was going to come out his mouth. The shaft sliding into him now was warted, bloated even wider with a mess of boils and blisters, and dimly Clayton realized that meant Tony was halfway in -- only halfway, now, with so much more to go. Even with the increased thickness, shaft bulging with veins and coated in leathery warts and boils, his asshole was slack and spread, flesh plush and satiny, spreading easily around his enormous shaft. > > Tony rutted forward, cock smacking against his diaphragm, and Clayton's breath rushed out of his body in a _whoof_. He gasped, struggling to inhale with Tony's gnarled cockhead pressing sliding yet deeper, keeping his diaphragm from flexing and pulling in air. He gurgled, choking on nothing, until Tony shifted his hips and his cock angled forward, letting him suck in a mouthful of air even as pressure blossomed against his ribs. Clayton groaned, body reaching its limit -- cockhead threading his guts, bashing up against the organs inside his ribcage. Tony angled again, giant claws adjusting Clayton's body as easily as he would a doll, tilting him back so his helmeted head came to rest across Tony's chest, and angling the implacable rod of his cock down, digging hard against Clayton's abs. He looked down, visor a blurred mess of fog, just seeing a mess of flesh tones. But it was impossible to ignore the sensation: Tony's cock pushing forward, fighting against his clenching, spasming abs. His guts felt like they were unspooling, untethered in his guts, just wrapped tight around Tony's fat cock, bunching and sliding. Clayton clenched his abs, keeping his core tight, and Tony's thrust rode up to smack hard against his ribs, making him groan. Tony bore down, cock overpowering the muscles of his clenched gut, until finally Clayton gave up with a ragged wheeze and let his muscles go slack, Tony's cock jabbing forward like a punch to the gut, bloating his skin out in a warped mound. Clayton let out a groan, body warping, guts slithering inside him like snakes, as Tony drove forward, lumpy warts popping through the slack ring of his asshole, cockhead bulging out beyond his ribs, only thinly sheathed in skin and muscle and guts. He entire body deformed around Tony's cock, the squirming mound across his gut pushing out further, further, further, and dragging his bruised muscles with it. He pressed a hand to the tip: he could feel each spurt of ooze, cockhead throbbing like a second heart, drooling slime down his ravaged guts, soaking into his flesh. > > > fully impaled on the giant, grotesque spire of Tony's cock, feet barely touching the ground, practically held aloft by Tony's hips grinding into his ass, cock anchoring him in place. He gasped for air, body hardly even looking human any more caught on Tony's cock, stomach bulging out two feet in front of him in a warped, misshapen spire of twisted flesh. His tainted come soaked through his skin, making it thicker, more rubbery, the flesh all across his gut becoming leathery and thick, tinging grey-green-brown.

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< Clayton rutted blindly, visor fogged up nearly entirely opaque; all he could see was a smear of colors. But his cock caught on the folds of Ben's prolapse, and he shoved deeper into the slimy, pulsing heat that was his ass, fingers digging into Ben's fat haunches, skin squelching in his grip. --- > Clayton rutted blindly, visor fogged up nearly entirely opaque; all he could see was a smear of rainbow colors. But his cock caught on the folds of Ben's prolapse, and he shoved deeper into the slimy, pulsing heat that was his ass, fingers digging into Ben's fat haunches, skin squelching in his grip.

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