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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ Wriothesley is learning very fast how to handle (and be handled by) Kleken and it's all for the best, given that Kleken's interest in the other man only seems to grow each time they meet. Soon enough he'll be an expert at it... probably! ]
[ At least, he might if he isn't constantly being distracted from Kleken by... Kleken being Kleken. ]
Oh wonderful.
[ Switching from a 5 to 100 at those very encouraging words, the pace has been set, moving his fingers in that rough and fast pace that work all too well in tandem with his tentacles. On the odd drag out, he'll curl his fingers and the tentacles in unison to make sure the pull out is entirely felt, digging one tentacle end against that sweet spot inside of Wriothesley as well to ensure he's... quite thoroughly taken care of. ]
[He definitely was distracted by Kleken being Kleken.
The pleasure assaulting his body is too much. The way he feels so full from the fingers and tentacles has him delirious from ecstasy. Kleken abusing his prostate has his mind wonderfully blank. Wriothesley comes with a shout, back arching and cum spurting, staining their shirts.
He's not thinking about that, his head filled with white noise as he rides through his orgasm.]
[ Oh sweet, sweet sailor, hopefully he isn't expecting any sort of respite right after that orgasm. Because just as those fingers and tentacles are pulled out, Kleken's cock wrapped up with slightly thicker tentacles are pushing right in and continuing with that dizzily fast pace, the man groaning softly at the feeling of his desperately clenching insides around him. And now that he knows exactly where that spot inside of Wriothesley is, it's going to be pointedly pressed against on every odd thrust in by the tentacles squirming around inside of the taller man. ]
[ Kleken's very much affected by their movements as well, giving the shaky groan he gives upon pressing in, but it's probably much worse for the boxer, given the lack of a break to catch his breath. ]
H-Hah! W-Wait-! [Maybe respite isn't exactly what he expected. Not after the first time. This is still more than he was expecting, his senses already teetering into oversensitivity as the other immediately thrusts their cock deep within him, the feeling of those agile tentacle squirm inside him and continue to attack his prostate.
He writhes and squirms, needy little sounds spilling from his lips and gasps as he finds himself completely overwhelmed by the other once again.] S-Slow... slow down. [Nails claw at Klekens arms and whatever his hands can reach in a futile attempt to get the other to still. His body already so spent and having no strength to try and stop them and merely accept the pleasure overwhelming him.]
Mm- We have an altar to ruin... and limited time to do so.
[ In actually, he doubts anyone will be wandering in here anytime soon, preoccupied as everyone often was in the resort. He simply wants to turn Wriothesley into a mess once more, indulge himself in the way the man melts around him and see if those lovely expressions he made last time were unique to the experience or could be dragged out of him once more. ]
But if... you would like to be seen...
[ He doesn't still, he's hardly that kind, but he does slow the rocking of his hips, which is the positive. The negative is that his thrusts are now slowed and incredibly focused, tentacles expanding out against Wriothesley's inner walls which each drawn out grind in, before contracting again on the pull out. It may be a slower pace, but it's no less overwhelming for someone still trying to recover from an orgasm. ]
[ It is probably overwhelming for someone no matter what their orgasmic state. ]
[Wriothesley isn't one to like having all attention on him, but he won't pretend there's excitement of being caught either. Kleken can probably feel the way he clenches, a needy groan as the other offers him no moment repose as they rock into him. Every time Kleken thrusts back in, it rubs against his prostate, making his inside spasm and for Wriothesley writhes and squirms.]
T-That isn't-! [He can barely get the words out, each thrust getting a choked sound of the boxer. Hands brace Kleken's shoulders and it's hard to tell if it's to try and stop the man or merely to give him anything to try and ground himself. It's probably a mix of both.]
I can't keep up with you, sweetheart... [Which is saying something since Wriothesley has pretty good stamina. Against a man who can exhaust him without breaking a sweat, he never stood a chance.]
[ In all actuality, it's Kleken who probably couldn't keep up with Wriothesley. Ff not for the, ahem, natural advantages afforded to him via his tentacles, he's sure that he'd be reduced to exactly the sort of mess he strives to see the boxer in every time they bump into each other. It's a secret he won't be divulging anytime soon, and hopefully one that Wriothesley won't be able to work out for himself. ]
[ He wouldn't be able to survive the revenge. ]
You're doing wonderfully.
[ The kiss he presses to the corner of Wriothesley's lips is light and soothing, but he's no less demanding with his hips, intent on keeping the larger man dizzied underneath him as he feels himself quickly approaching the cliff of his own orgasm. His grinds in are more indulgent, tentacles filling Wriothesley to his limit over and over again. ]
[Wriothesley writhes underneath the other. The roll of his hips and the way his body still chases the pleasure being given to him despite his body overwhelmed by the sensation.
His cock, forced back into hardness, was a mix of pain and pleasure that he wasn't sure what he was feeling more of. Oversensitive to the point of pain, yet he can't deny that it felt good. That he was enjoying himself despite how much his body was burning.]
A-Asking for a lot. [The mounting pressure coiling in the pit of his stomach. His body building up to another climax, faster than the last. Maybe it's a bit of stubbornness he was holding onto, but his grip was slipping and with how much precum was dripping from the head of his cock, it probably would only take a few more rough thrusts to teeter him over the edge again.]
[ The soft, breathless tone of his voice makes it clear that it's not a demand. His hips slapping against the man's thighs may be a very clear demand for the man's sanity, even after having taken most of it so far, but his words are more of a... light expectation. A suggestion of the inevitable would be more accurate. ]
[ And soon enough, those rough thrusts take their toll on Kleken, curling over Wriothesley with a soft gasp as he spills himself inside, sending his tentacles to expand their presence inside of the other man and grind very pointedly against the sensitive spot inside of him they'd long ago discovered. ]
[It's too much, yet he can't have wanted it any other way.
Nails dig into skin, enough to draw blood, as he comes with a guttural cry. The spend he releases is far less than his first orgasm, seed spilling onto their abdomens as he feels himself being filled to the brim by the man's tentacles and cum.] F-Full...so full...
[Hot semen fills him as the tentacles continue to bully his prostate, his senses muddled with the pleasure and ache of another orgasm racking through his body.]
[ Kleken near collapses atop Wriothesley as the small quivers of pleasure course through his body, eyes falling shut and shallow pants falling in warm breaths against the taller man's chest. There are small jerks of his hips, burying him deep with the odd rock as he also falls victim to the teasing caresses of his own tentacles against his cock. They keep moving inside of Wriothesley for a while more, spreading the spilled seed against every inch of his insides. Keeping him keyed up as he's shattered by his orgasm until finally calming down. ]
[ The boxer finally gets his moment of reprieve, though whether he has the conciousness to enjoy it is debatable. Already Kleken's tentacles are on the move, slowly beginning to withdraw from inside of him and clean up the mess they've made. Slick tentacles, dampened by the conman's own Luminatics at work, are surprisingly well suited for wiping away spilled seed. ]
[ Just don't think too hard about where they're sweeping the mess away to. ]
[ Thank goodness for the tentacles though, given how absolutely useless Kleken is for anything other than a lazy kiss pressed to Wriothesley's collarbone. ]
[Wriothesley is panting and heaving, body still twitching and he can't help but squirm a little. Every part of him felt too sensitive, his body pushed into oversensitivity. He shudders, completely spent, body feeling like jelly.
He doesn't really get to appreciate the tentacles cleaning up what mess that can be cleaned, laying there as he tries to slowly put himself back together. How conscious he was is definitely being brought into question.
He lets out a low keen, shutting his eyes.]
Fuck. [his voice was hoarse as he shifts underneath Kleken.] 'm completely spent... [But he didn't pass out this time.]
[ Was Kleken kinder this time or had Wriothesley built up tentacle-resistant, truly that was a question for another time. For now, the taller man's reward for staying conscious is another light and lazy kiss, warmed by an easy laugh. ]
Mm... then I do believe I've achieved my goal.
[ He basks a while longer on top of the other man, reaching up a hand to stroke fondly through his hair. ]
[He groans a little, laying limp on the altar they had copulated on. There's a tilt of his head as he leans into Kleken's hand, a pleased purr at the praise spoken to him. Call him easy, but nothing is more satisfying than praise earned. It leaves the tips of his toes and fingers tingly.]
Hah. A shower sounds really nice right now though. [He doesn't move to get up though.] Not how your slots was going to go, huh?
[ Kleken will happily give praise where it's due, and for Wriothesley to keep up with him in spite of all of his little tentacled tricks... Frankly, the man deserves a lifetime achievement medal for dealing with Kleken. But a sweet kiss to the cheek and more petting of his hair is what the conman has to offer instead. Admittedly conman affections would be a rarer thing to receive than a medal. ]
Shall I take us to a shower then?
[ He will quite happily carry Wriothesley along should the man need it. Even if the man shouldn't need it. ]
This isn't quite how I expected the game to play out, I must admit. But I don't have any complaints about the series of events that led us here.
[Someone has to deal with Kleken who might possibly reprimand the man if they get too much. Or encourage them more because Wriothesley is a bit of an instigator. He'll maybe keep Kleken in check. Maybe.
For now though, he seems happily content as he was, leaning closer and accepting the chaste kisses from Kleken. He even let's the man carry him off. He isn't going to complain right now, his body aching pleasantly still.]
A gentleman, huh? I won't say no. [He wraps his arms around Kleken's neck.] It isn't how I expected how today was going to go, but I'm not complaining in the least. Let's get cleaned up shall we?
I'm always a gentleman. And I'm glad to have brought a pleasant surprise to your day as well.
[ It's a much better time than he'd been having before all of this, certainly. Another kiss is peppered to Wriothesley's cheek as he begins to move them both with his tentacles, clothes straightened and neatened meticulously. Through their help Kleken's tidily set on the ground with the boxer in his arms, a feat he'd never be able to accomplish on his own if not for their help. It certainly makes for an amusing sight at least, given his smaller stature. ]
Let's. I suspect I could find us a nice warm bath somewhere.
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[ At least, he might if he isn't constantly being distracted from Kleken by... Kleken being Kleken. ]
Oh wonderful.
[ Switching from a 5 to 100 at those very encouraging words, the pace has been set, moving his fingers in that rough and fast pace that work all too well in tandem with his tentacles. On the odd drag out, he'll curl his fingers and the tentacles in unison to make sure the pull out is entirely felt, digging one tentacle end against that sweet spot inside of Wriothesley as well to ensure he's... quite thoroughly taken care of. ]
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The pleasure assaulting his body is too much. The way he feels so full from the fingers and tentacles has him delirious from ecstasy. Kleken abusing his prostate has his mind wonderfully blank. Wriothesley comes with a shout, back arching and cum spurting, staining their shirts.
He's not thinking about that, his head filled with white noise as he rides through his orgasm.]
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[ Kleken's very much affected by their movements as well, giving the shaky groan he gives upon pressing in, but it's probably much worse for the boxer, given the lack of a break to catch his breath. ]
Ah- Hah, how splendid...
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He writhes and squirms, needy little sounds spilling from his lips and gasps as he finds himself completely overwhelmed by the other once again.] S-Slow... slow down. [Nails claw at Klekens arms and whatever his hands can reach in a futile attempt to get the other to still. His body already so spent and having no strength to try and stop them and merely accept the pleasure overwhelming him.]
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[ In actually, he doubts anyone will be wandering in here anytime soon, preoccupied as everyone often was in the resort. He simply wants to turn Wriothesley into a mess once more, indulge himself in the way the man melts around him and see if those lovely expressions he made last time were unique to the experience or could be dragged out of him once more. ]
But if... you would like to be seen...
[ He doesn't still, he's hardly that kind, but he does slow the rocking of his hips, which is the positive. The negative is that his thrusts are now slowed and incredibly focused, tentacles expanding out against Wriothesley's inner walls which each drawn out grind in, before contracting again on the pull out. It may be a slower pace, but it's no less overwhelming for someone still trying to recover from an orgasm. ]
[ It is probably overwhelming for someone no matter what their orgasmic state. ]
I could... certainly indulge.
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T-That isn't-! [He can barely get the words out, each thrust getting a choked sound of the boxer. Hands brace Kleken's shoulders and it's hard to tell if it's to try and stop the man or merely to give him anything to try and ground himself. It's probably a mix of both.]
I can't keep up with you, sweetheart... [Which is saying something since Wriothesley has pretty good stamina. Against a man who can exhaust him without breaking a sweat, he never stood a chance.]
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[ He wouldn't be able to survive the revenge. ]
You're doing wonderfully.
[ The kiss he presses to the corner of Wriothesley's lips is light and soothing, but he's no less demanding with his hips, intent on keeping the larger man dizzied underneath him as he feels himself quickly approaching the cliff of his own orgasm. His grinds in are more indulgent, tentacles filling Wriothesley to his limit over and over again. ]
You'll come for me once more now, won't you?
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His cock, forced back into hardness, was a mix of pain and pleasure that he wasn't sure what he was feeling more of. Oversensitive to the point of pain, yet he can't deny that it felt good. That he was enjoying himself despite how much his body was burning.]
A-Asking for a lot. [The mounting pressure coiling in the pit of his stomach. His body building up to another climax, faster than the last. Maybe it's a bit of stubbornness he was holding onto, but his grip was slipping and with how much precum was dripping from the head of his cock, it probably would only take a few more rough thrusts to teeter him over the edge again.]
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[ The soft, breathless tone of his voice makes it clear that it's not a demand. His hips slapping against the man's thighs may be a very clear demand for the man's sanity, even after having taken most of it so far, but his words are more of a... light expectation. A suggestion of the inevitable would be more accurate. ]
[ And soon enough, those rough thrusts take their toll on Kleken, curling over Wriothesley with a soft gasp as he spills himself inside, sending his tentacles to expand their presence inside of the other man and grind very pointedly against the sensitive spot inside of him they'd long ago discovered. ]
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Nails dig into skin, enough to draw blood, as he comes with a guttural cry. The spend he releases is far less than his first orgasm, seed spilling onto their abdomens as he feels himself being filled to the brim by the man's tentacles and cum.] F-Full...so full...
[Hot semen fills him as the tentacles continue to bully his prostate, his senses muddled with the pleasure and ache of another orgasm racking through his body.]
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[ The boxer finally gets his moment of reprieve, though whether he has the conciousness to enjoy it is debatable. Already Kleken's tentacles are on the move, slowly beginning to withdraw from inside of him and clean up the mess they've made. Slick tentacles, dampened by the conman's own Luminatics at work, are surprisingly well suited for wiping away spilled seed. ]
[ Just don't think too hard about where they're sweeping the mess away to. ]
[ Thank goodness for the tentacles though, given how absolutely useless Kleken is for anything other than a lazy kiss pressed to Wriothesley's collarbone. ]
Mm... I knew you could do it.
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He doesn't really get to appreciate the tentacles cleaning up what mess that can be cleaned, laying there as he tries to slowly put himself back together. How conscious he was is definitely being brought into question.
He lets out a low keen, shutting his eyes.]
Fuck. [his voice was hoarse as he shifts underneath Kleken.] 'm completely spent... [But he didn't pass out this time.]
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Mm... then I do believe I've achieved my goal.
[ He basks a while longer on top of the other man, reaching up a hand to stroke fondly through his hair. ]
You did very well.
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Hah. A shower sounds really nice right now though. [He doesn't move to get up though.] Not how your slots was going to go, huh?
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Shall I take us to a shower then?
[ He will quite happily carry Wriothesley along should the man need it. Even if the man shouldn't need it. ]
This isn't quite how I expected the game to play out, I must admit. But I don't have any complaints about the series of events that led us here.
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For now though, he seems happily content as he was, leaning closer and accepting the chaste kisses from Kleken. He even let's the man carry him off. He isn't going to complain right now, his body aching pleasantly still.]
A gentleman, huh? I won't say no. [He wraps his arms around Kleken's neck.] It isn't how I expected how today was going to go, but I'm not complaining in the least. Let's get cleaned up shall we?
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[ It's a much better time than he'd been having before all of this, certainly. Another kiss is peppered to Wriothesley's cheek as he begins to move them both with his tentacles, clothes straightened and neatened meticulously. Through their help Kleken's tidily set on the ground with the boxer in his arms, a feat he'd never be able to accomplish on his own if not for their help. It certainly makes for an amusing sight at least, given his smaller stature. ]
Let's. I suspect I could find us a nice warm bath somewhere.