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TDM 01
▶ TEST DRIVE 1: 2.0 IS HERE
▶ TEST DRIVE 1: 3.0 IS NOW LIVE HERE
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply 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 during this time.
As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.
You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】
EVENS
EVENS
Soft. Warm. Cozy.
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
ODDS
ODDS
A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
MAIN LOBBY
MAIN LOBBY
The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
RED CARDINAL
RED CARDINAL
Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
LOVE DOVE
LOVE DOVE
Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)
LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT
For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
CASINO FLOOR
CASINO FLOOR
The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
GAME ROOMS
GAME ROOMS
The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.
NOTES
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cw: more bondage!!
The daemon snarls as eagerness to fight spikes. A brief excitement as the exorcist's voice cuts across the space; heterochromatic eyes flash, turning over to Matoba speaks a spell into existence. The air cackles. The manifestations of light that spiral curl around his limbs, taking over for the much weaker shiki that had been easily broken off. Stronger, an intense sensation over his skin—Rokurou's brow furrows as he tugs harder, working to break off the bands that hold him down.
A flush of numbness runs through his body. Watching the exorcist lightheadedly step off the bed urges him to fight against it again, wanting to surge up and tackle him back down, but the strength in this spell isn't small. Sweat beads across his hairline, drips down his spine. The tank top clinging to his body is faintly sticky with perspiration. Despite the anger that chugs through his arteries there's a stark, intense arousal that moves with it in tandem.
Strength is attractive. Annoyingly attractive in this case.
Veins ripple as Rokurou strains against the spell. The grin he offers the exorcist is feral, the epithet of feral dog suiting quite well. Swallow once, twice—his adam's apple bobs beneath the collar. Harder when Matoba grabs his dick. He swallows back the pathetic whine begging to break free as his cock aches, honest in its need for more attention.
Mismatched eyes are rapt on the exorcist's form over him. Matoba is reflected, dazzling in gold and cruel in red. Beautiful in both. Something the daemon would never admit, preferring to choke back his own saliva than give him more than he deserves. ]
Heh. [ finally, he coughs out a word, lips split in a mocking grin, ] Had it on your mind since the other day? I knew it.
[ Teasing is thick. What else can he do but run his mouth, now that his limbs have been pinned? He continues to struggle against the spell, trying to flex his fingers and toes, working through the slog of numbness that's been cast over him. Huffing, his brow furrows and softens, furrows and softens, and his gaze flickers down to the exorcist's slim waist and the boxers tight across his groin. Saliva pools in his mouth again. ]
Are you going to prepare yourself? That doesn't suit a master, does it?
cw: even more bondage!!
Just going to keep fighting, aren't you? [Matoba's fingertip plays at his beading head through his sweatpants, working the wet spot through the fabric. It was plain and desperate need, the type which controls a man down to his very core. His smile narrows, widens. No matter how he protests.... It's desire, isn't it? Mutual.]
[Matoba's finger lifts away and both of his thumbs hook into the waistband of his own underwear. He holds Rokurou's stare as he peels them down- a wet string follows them away as his cock bobs free, flushed red and needy in its own right- and he flings them off to the side carelessly. Of course they are both affected by this. They are the same.]
You're so hungry for it that you can't help yourself, [He scoffs out, watching the glistening of Rokurou's lips, his eyes burning with interest over his body.] Just a starving, mad dog. And you want to be the one to do it? To service me?
[A pause that falls into a withering gaze.]
...You're just going to bite my ass. [Matoba lifts a hand and motions it; one of his shiki unbinds itself with a whiplike sound and stumbles stupidly over to the wall where supplies had been stocked by the resort, a plethora of complimentary aids. There, it fetches him what he needs- lube and a condom, firstly- but also a leather belt with a metal O-ring, the perfect size to be worn over the face.]
[It brings them back and holds them out like a patient servant as Matoba takes them and places the objects in order next to him; the shiki with its emotionless mask-face returns like a waiting lady next to the bed. Mindless, a tool to be used as needed. A very different sort of servant from the one struggling under Matoba's thighs.]
If you can behave yourself, [Matoba leans forward with the strap, his cock dragging along Ro's belly in a wet trail. He brushes hair aside with softness that could almost be called affection if not for who it was.] If you prove that you can control yourself, I might even let you taste me without this. Open up.
[He won't wait long for Ro to follow the order before pushing the bite of the gag into his mouth, forcing his lower jaw down if he has to to get it between his teeth. Are the gags here daemon-proof? Let's find out.]
cw: i think this is just bdsm now
It does nothing to relieve the arousal. That's only worsened from the moment Matoba so openly tugged down his boxers to share his own erection. Something the daemon feels new hunger towards as it rubs over his stomach, evoking a new itch to put his mouth to use.
—but not this way.
Rubber knocks against his teeth. His brow furrows as he snaps at the fingers that force the gag into his mouth, beneath his lips. It restricts him just enough to keep him from biting—the ring is large enough that he could suck a cock but not clamp down on it.
Unfortunately, his teeth are not so sharp that he can tear through a tool like this. A shame. Tongue lashing out, the daemon gives a show of wagging it toward the exorcist. Playful despite wanting to sink teeth into his throat again. ]
You like all your men tied up like this, or just me?
[ It is difficult to talk around the gag but not impossible. Saliva builds in his mouth, his stretched lips ache, his adam's apple rolls again and again. Again, he strains against the binding keeping his limbs pinned; even rocking his hips up into the exorcist's touch is difficult, requiring intense focus on his core muscles to even do by a smidgeon.
All that strength and prowess finally "tamed" beneath the exorcist. Behaving is off the table, but with bondage like this, who needs consensual behavior?
The daemon's piercing gaze flicks from the cock pressed against his belly up to the pretty mark on Matoba's throat. He tries to smile around the gag; it becomes a twisted gesture under the constriction of the tool. ]
You look good with marks.
cw: always has been 🔫
[Hurting him more will only encourage this, he knows that. Attention-seeking from a man who's rock-hard from being burned and strangled and thrown around for the last twenty minutes; but what else is there to do? Anything is a reward now, so Matoba might as well enjoy him selfishly as he would, and not worry about reinforcing the poor behavior. He can deal with that another way.....]
[With the gag in place, Matoba leans back again to yank the sweatpants free from Ro's hips, peeling them down bunched-up to his knees and leaving them there; let them tangle at his ankles, keep his legs from quite getting the purchase to spread for take leverage under him. There; that's out of the way. Now Matoba can crawl up his body, still holding his end of the leash, and proffer his hips to the man's mouth, now helplessly open for the taking.]
Only the ones too stupid to take orders on their own. Is that a class you're proud to be part of? Open up. [A sharp jerk on the leash and he's forcing Ro's head up at just the slightest angle off the floor, to put uncomfortable weight on his neck; the other hand splays next to his head as Matoba leans down over him, eye meeting heated, violent eye, and teases his cock along the wet edges of Ro's lips.]
[His mouth has limited movement, but it's more than enough to let him wrap his lips, to use his tongue freely, although the buildup of saliva is likely difficult to manage between the leash and the cock pushing past drenched lips into his mouth. It's a dance, a tease- Matoba's cock grinding against the bed of his tongue, leaving its trail against it, pulsing in tiny movements, only to draw away again with a fresh flush of saliva. Matoba's eyelid flutters like a satisfied cat kneading; his own lips parse open to let free tempered breaths.]
[He's suppressing the tension of relief, the full reaction, very precisely. An exorcist who wastes no energy, who makes no mistakes twice around a monster. Or, in another sense, a refusal to allow himself mutualism.] I'm sure you say that to every exorcist whose throat you try to take out.
[His hips rock over Rokurou's jaw, pale thighs tensing with effort. It's just the start of the riding motions to come, but after a minute or two to test the waters and another dripping pulse that mixes with the saliva drenching him, he grits his teeth and begins to shift. Knee over shoulder, to face his ass back towards him instead, and the tension of the leash this time is to pull him up at an angle to bury against him.]
[Matoba's fingers find Ro's wrists, press at tendons that are paralyzed and too numbed to lift easily on their own, and press his rough fingerpads into his hipbones. A forced hold at his waist, to keep them in motion together. His hips rock backward against the heat of his breath.] Go. [His voice is wrecked at the edges. Do your worst, hungry little doggy.]
cw: for eating ass now
Intending to serve that cold later, Rokurou tucks the promise into the back of his mind for now. He can only obey with a body refusing to respond to him, urged and guided by the tug of a leash. Chin up, he accepts the erection pushing past his parted lips. The weight on his tongue grinds inward, choking up his airway again, saliva pooling and leaking down his throat with every labored swallow. Those tears become tears of effort as he sucks, response automatic to the scent and flavor encompassing his senses.
It would be satisfying to make him climax from just his mouth. For the brief moment Matoba's cock is pushed into his throat, Rokurou works, swallowing around his girth despite the awkward position of his head. The thrusts take some adjusting to—by the time Matoba pulls out Rokurou had only just begun to acclimate to the rhythm and relax himself to take it. Annoyed, he sticks his tongue out again— he hadn't been done with that, thanks very much.
Pale thighs tremble as they take a new position instead. The daemon watches greedily, frustrated that the spell and gag are restraining him from surging up to snap his mouth all along those smooth inner legs. So clean and unmarked—they're begging to be claimed. A sight he only has a moment to lust over; the leash goes tight again, essentially face-planting him between Matoba's cheeks.
Slender fingers brush over his wrists. A sensation that surprises the daemon; he can still feel their coolness despite the numbness that weighs down his body. They guide him over hipbones, where he forces his fingers to curl as tightly as they can. A possessive hold, no less spirited despite having been fighting against the spell for an extended time.
He is torn between disobeying for the sake of it and doing it because he's hot and bothered too. His cock aches, dripping precum, beads agonizing as they trickle down along thick veining. Fuck. Rokurou inhales, drunk off of the smell of sex and Matoba's scent beneath the incense and purification. Stupid exorcist. Stupid exorcist.
Rokurou's tongue is a hot lash against puckered muscle. Testing at first, playing outside by dragging it flat along his ass and what he can reach of the man's taint from this position. Wet, lathered with saliva, some drips down from the corner of his mouth as he works his mouth around the gag's ring. His fingers twitch again, nails cutting into Matoba's flesh with renewed energy.
Never let it be said that Rokurou Rangetsu is not a hardworking man. Even in this position, he forces himself to bend forward and thrust his tongue into Matoba's ass. Lips move, push, as that slick muscle plies into the other man over and over, fucking into him as deeply as it can reach. Not as far as fingers can go but still enough to tease his inner ways with curling. The longer he is allowed to go on the more voracious he becomes, pressing in harder to suck and tease that ring of muscle with the edges of his teeth. He cannot bite but he can let the exorcist know that this dog is only temporarily subdued.
He won't stop, even when Matoba's ass is fully saturated and wet and his hole is pliant to whatever fucking his tongue can accomplish. Groaning deep in his chest, the daemon fucks his hips upward in desperation; that dry heat has become hotter, wetter, more intense in his abdomen. The motion is forced out as his cock continues to ache, red and purple from reaching the peak of painful arousal. ]
I don't even know what to warn for anymore. Repression??? Repression.
[He's gripped with hunger, and penetrated with hunger- which he can't help but enjoy with how his cock throbs, dripping wetly over Rokurou's chest and staining the burn he'd left behind on their previous encounter. It's a boon that the man can't see his face, can't read his reactions in any way but the tensing of his muscle against him and the muted, rare sounds that escape through withheld breaths. His mouth hangs open with silent gasps. His lips quiver, his toes curl. A rare tell, his fingers curl too, nails digging into Rokurou's wrists and leaving deep, red indents. Beads of saliva drip down his taint, providing a secondary sensation from the invasive muscle that fucks into him.]
[Vision hazing, he stares at Rokurou's cock as it twitches and responds to the man's enjoyment, as it begs to be the one doing the fucking. It's dripping and ripe; Matoba's licks his lips slowly, dried from his breaths. He feels the welling desire to push his mouth down over it, to feel its girth at the back of his throat before he feels it open deeper into him, and his bruised Adam's apple bobs with his swallow. His cock twitches again.]
[The mean little muscle inside of him wriggles and teases his walls, causing his own to quiver around it, but it does well to prime him. Wildly, he almost wishes to guide Rokurou's hand over and replace his tongue with it, to let him open him up ruthlessly and make him come. He could. Just as the man had desired to swallow him down until he'd emptied into him.]
[Oh, well. Matoba allows himself a moment of deep lament for what could have been, had this not been a filthy, malice-stained wreck who needed to be punished into behaving. He reaches forward, gives the top of Ro's cock a tight pump from base to tip, and smears the dribbling beads of ore back down over him again, massaging it into skin.]
[He'll relish this, at his own pace.]
[There's the brief sound of a wrapper being torn before a tightness surrounds his cock, Matoba's fist, then whatever is sheathing him. Then, the drip of oil as he's drenched in it, and pumped tightly to spread it over the length. He knows his own impatience, and doesn't want it to leak over to the point the man under him can sense it. Giving him the satisfaction?? Never.]
Enjoying yourself? [He murmurs, voice wrecked. He rides his hips back into Ro's tongue, fucking himself back onto it with a shivering sigh.] Is this enough for you? Are you hungry for something else??
yeah..... adds some more of that
Even the man's smell. The scent of sex and precum thickens, rich in his nose. The salt from sweat builds, flavors melting together on his tongue the harder he works it. His neck hurts, aching from the position, but it's a pleasurable burn tangled with everything else. He would never admit how much he's enjoying it—not even when the exorcist asks like that. What may have been meant as mocking only comes across as destroyed and fucked out. It's hot. The strain of Matoba's voice knots in Rokurou's stomach, pushing him closer to the edge.
He can't exactly answer when he's being suffocated by ass. But he doesn't really need to in order to make his eagerness clear—he grabs, finding more strength in his arms to grip and yank the exorcist back against him while thrusting his tongue in as deeply as he can. Fucking with some speed, licking, making a mess of his own mouth and chin. His chest heaves when something wraps around his cock and oil drips—he shudders, body seizing with a spike of adrenaline and desire. A hand works over his cock, lubing it up slick, and the daemon stifles a heady groan.
Finally, he pries his mouth off with a wet sound. Not that he can go far. At least talking to Matoba's ass isn't much different than talking to his face anyway, ]
Haha... shouldn't that be my line? [ he drags his tongue up along the exorcist's ass, extremely familiar with it by this point. his voice is rough and damaged from effort, arousal, and choking. ] You're not gonna be satisfied with just my tongue.
[ He pants, breath hot and heavy as presses a mimicry of a kiss against Matoba's asshole. It would be better if he could actually purse his lips but the gesture will have to speak for itself while the damn ring is in his mouth. It's you that wants me.
They're both stupid as hell. As if Rokurou's dick hadn't given up his feelings on the matter ages ago. ]
:pensiveclown:
[Then it ends. Matoba sinks forward a little as Rokurou's mouth detaches with a wet sound, leaving him worked open and flush. As tongue travels back along skin, the worked-open muscle flexes, tries to squeeze again over nothing. It's a hunger, alright. Matoba scoffs quietly, ahead of him.]
No.........? Perhaps I'm the one that should be fucking you, then. [Surely, Ro won't take it as a serious threat...... But it is one. He glances down his own body at his cock, flushed with desperation. Sometimes, being filled really wasn't enough. He could throw this foolish man over and plunge inside, fuck him out ruthlessly, and leave him throbbing.]
[But he won't. Unfortunately, it's beyond obvious that this is what he really wants.]
[Matoba slides forward out of his grip, taking a moment to settle his weight in a side-sit heavily over Ro's stomach. Wet, goopy. Enjoy that. He looks back at him with a pitying sneer, just to admire how wrecked he already looks, still playing with the leash in his hands. At least Ro's allowed to lower his head again with the slack; no more neck-breaking for the moment. But he draws out this break in action, making him wait even longer, to catch his breath and let the air hang heavy between them.]
[Sigh. His knees slide to straddle him over the man's hips eventually, lining himself up. He reaches back. A dip and he grinds the head against his entrance, rubbing slick back against slick, the oil and saliva mixing and intermingling against him as he works himself open on it. By the time he's sinking it inside, it's an easy push, a wet squelch as he's swallowed up inside of the exorcist. Eyelid flutters. That blood red, sharp on melted gold, refuses to look away with a predatory pressure as Matoba's hips sink back until he's completely filled.]
[It's a moment of dead silence save for breathing. Muscle flutters and flexes around its invader, a quick adjustment. Matoba's hands come to perch on the daemon's stomach, pressing into hard muscle, thumbs rubbing calloused circles into skin. A strangely kind gesture for a man who has had only hurt to give tonight, still gripping his pet's leash tight in his palm. He starts to move with a slow roll of his hips- first grinding fully filled, the head nudging deep inside of him, with the slightest nibble of lower lip; and then lifting himself up with a flex of abdomen and the squeeze of thighs- beginning a practiced, slow ride over the length of Rokurou's cock.]
[Breath shivers and shudders. Palms press warm. Sweat begins to bead over flushed chest. Even that pale can flush, an expanse in front of Rokurou's eyes, rippling with the effort of his seat. He spears himself back on him again and again, feeling the full length drag and plunge inside of him, the gentle sound of chainlink in the leash clinking every so often with his movements. It's all threats and teasing and vitriol in the lead-up, but in this- this mutual benefit- there's only silent, determined pleasure.]
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—not this fucker, though. As if he would let an exorcist take any kind of virginity from him. With his luck, an exorcist's semen is as burning and purifying as his spells. So Rokurou shoves the mental image away, brow furrowing as Matoba's wet ass presses over his chest in a half-sit. The position slackens the lead and gives him a break from the tugging. Neck aching, the daemon rolls his jaw, trying to ease out the pain.
He is distracted from this when Matoba moves. Rokurou watches with rapt attention and slowed breath as the other man positions himself: strong thighs; a pretty dip of waist; solid shoulders; toned arms. Unfortunately, aesthetically, the exorcist hits the bullseye. The daemon wills his arms to move. They lift in a fleeting moment of strength as he reaches greedy fingers out to grab those hips, that waist, but weakness returns in a tingling rush. Fuck.
He watches with heat as the other man sinks down around his erection. It's tight but in the best way—a breath hitches in the daemon's throat. Eyes narrowing in pleasure, gold and red meet Matoba's eye. Too intimate, but he can't seem to look away. Stupid bastard. Stupid, ah...
Rokurou sighs. His adam's apple rolls, this time in pleasure. Sweat beads along his temples. Down his spine. Dry heat builds in his gut and spreads, webbing out over flesh in goosebumps. After another heavy swallow he forces his limbs to move, refusing to take no as an answer, heavy hands finally finding purchase on Matoba's ass. He squeezes, gripping hard as he rocks his hips up into the other man's building rhythm. Harder, wanting to see more color flush over that fair skin. Wanting this damn exorcist to quiver and gasp in pleasure, to see him come undone and to lose the pretentious air.
Breathing shallow but fast, the daemon throws himself into the motions. Tan takes on a pink hue with the effort; his handsome brow creases, jaw tightens, lips thin. Never let it be said that Rokurou Rangetsu isn't a hard worker—even without the threat of the leash he thrusts in deep, squeezing Matoba's ass between his fingers as the man's body tightens around his invasion. Again and again, until that dappling sweat turns into full beads trickling down and matting into his hair. Effort feels good. Being used feels good. The burn of his core working in this position draws enough sigh, one laden with a twist of ecstasy and soreness.
He does not relent. Every thrust is demanding, each grind of his hips needy. Even as that pleasure begins to stack to the point of near-unbearable he does not stop, drowning himself in that sensation of digging his heel on a cliff's edge. Blinking through the sweat and matted tears—tears formed unbeknownst in his human eye—he looks up again at the exorcist's face. ]
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[Oh, well. Matoba thinks that he'll just have to keep it in mind for the next time- a time he's already thinking ahead of, too, although for a very different reason than Ro. But it's only a loose plan forming in the back of his mind. He's focused on the now.]
[Despite all the fight and sputter of earlier, the vicious dog's hands reach out with tensing effort and grip onto him as he takes him inside. Matoba allows it after a split second of tensing reaction, a flutter in his abdomen beneath the press of his thumbs. He can feel the pulse from them vaguely where they're pressed against his hipbones, watches the lidding and flicker of lashes over his mismatched eyes as they meet- one sharp, two melting heat. Matoba's lips part slightly, drawing in a breath in that moment that they stare back at each other, and then feels something strange tickle the pit of his belly. A strange arousal....]
[His hips begin to bob over Rokurou's, and it's a bit of a distraction, keeping his attention on his seat, in which he's able to roll his hands around the back and grip at the exorcist's ass instead. It gets a little start from him, unsure if the hold can be trusted, but it serves to help keep his seat and he lets it be- especially as the rumble of strength and movement from below him just barely heralds the thrust upward that nearly forces another gasp out.]
[It's not disliked. Quite the opposite. The movement forces the head of Rokurou's cock deep when their hips meet, a sharp slap of thigh to thigh, and the draw back is a slow pull of sensation. His lip tucks under his teeth. His palms, which had been steadying themselves over his pet's abdomen, curl in with nails digging deep into skin and leaving little red crescents, nearly drawing blood. Sure to, as they go on. His breaths begin to build as their movements sync up, as the effort and exertion draws on longer, building sweat and a flush over them both. This takes concentration; there isn't the room for the snipping and the pettiness of before, not when they are matching up so well.]
[How unfortunate, that.]
[And still, Matoba's grip on the leash remains, white-knuckled, his palm pressing the loop of leather into Rokurou's skin and leaving a red indent. The chain sways and jingles with their movements. Matoba's cock bobs, and drips sticky trail against his navel, mixing with sweat and glistening. It's flush and full with arousal, and every other stroke inward draws out a twitch or a flex in his pelvis, pushing further and further towards his end. It comes, eventually, with a quiet but certain gasp of breath that swallows down all other reaction. The repression is too learned, too ingrained to let him ever cry out, but his voice heaves out soft with it, cum painting the daemon's stomach in streaks and sticky dribbles as he tightens around him. Even then, he doesn't stop.]
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Cum splatters across his stomach and chest. Sticky, messy, it drips down his waist and smears into the rug beneath his back. The body around him tightens and relaxes with that orgasm, an iron grip shuddering into something sweet and pliable. A reaction that only serves the daemon to thrust harder, faster, proving exactly why he claims that humanity is behind him. His endurance is nothing to snort at; he continues to fully bury himself over and over, pace growing quicker and more erratic as he slowly approaches his own climax.
A hand slides. He finds new grip on one of those protruding hip bones, clamping greedy digits down over it hard enough to leave a smattering of pretty bruises for Matoba to admire later. Eyelids flutter. His pupils contract as he gazes between the exorcist's spent cock and his face, a new rush of excitement adding another kick to heat coiling in his abdomen.
His lips part with each stuttered breath. Chin up to show the handsome stretch of his neck and the collar still tightly locked around it, Rokurou bodily leans up into every thrust, shivering as the sensation of release finally snaps through his groin. The start of an orgasm that seeps numbing heat-pleasure-pain to the tips of his fingers and toes, the latter curl in pleasure of it as his heels dig into the floor. ]
—hnn...
[ A small whine escapes his throat. Unlike the exorcist, Rokurou is less concerned about stifling his voice. Sound vibrates, a rich and low pitched noise against ragged breathing. Not loud, but in the otherwise quiet of their private room, there is nothing to buffer or absorb it. ]
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[Let him enjoy it, a last, vicious strangle since he'd enjoyed it so much, all the blood cutting off from one side to flow to the other, and riding the lightheadedness through.]
[A groan tears free beneath him, and Matoba's nails sink into his belly to knead catlike marks into it. Tear him up. If the monster feels entitled to leave his marks right back, then fine- he'll leave plenty to remember him by, too. His very favorite people to see were the ones who twisted themselves up denying the things they wanted, denying their own natures.]
[There's no shame in the mess and the lewdness, so Matoba lifts his hips off of the man when his body stops pistoning to enjoy the warmth and the flood, leaving himself open and gaping over him. Pale thighs are flushed red at the backs from the meeting of bodies; the reds of bruising are already forming under the fingers gripping his hips. He pauses there a moment, just to breathe and look down at him, both of them a wreck, and his grip on the leash finally slackens again.]
How obedient even the feral mutt becomes when stroked the right way, [He smiles, broad and poisonous, his eye gleaming with satisfied ill-intent. An exorcist who enjoys when he brings a monster to heel under his hand, no matter how the deed is done.]
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Everything cools. Sweat and cum stick to his skin, messy and uncomfortable. Matoba leans over him with a broad smile and cat-like expression of satisfaction—one that makes the daemon want to snap his own arms up and strangle him in return. What had felt so damn good mere seconds ago now toes the line of regret. Seriously, who wants to look up at that smarmy expression right after coming? If he had a bag he'd slap it over Matoba's face.
His stupid hot good-looking face.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows with effort, he tires to narrow the distance between their faces. Mutt. He dislikes that even more than being called a dog. Obedient—that he won't even let himself think about, lest he really tear Matoba's throat out with his teeth.
Rokurou's hair is a mess. Strands fall into his face and over his shoulders, more unkempt than ever. ]
So I take it that the master is satisfied?
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With your performance? Yes. [He admits it plainly and with no shame.] Your behavior could use a little tweaking... I will work on that.
[Matoba rises from atop his stomach in a smooth motion, delicately sidestepping the mess they've made on the floor to stride back a few steps and seat himself on the edge of a bed with a puff. His chin rests in hands propped on his knees. His kimono, still hung open over his arms and back, barely covers all of the reds and purples of the marks the daemon left behind on his neck and hips; when he's tightly wrapped himself back up under it, many of those marks will be hidden, but for now he's free to feast upon his work.]
You enjoyed yourself. [A statement, not a question.] Perhaps I should have choked the life out of you all the way? Would that have satisfied those regrets of yours?
[His eye with its smug sharpness narrows just slightly over his smile.]
I don't think that it would.
[Men who allowed themselves to become twisted like this- possession, corruption -were men whose hearts were too weak. Unguarded. Easy to manipulate.]
[A man like this will be crushed in an instant in a realm that reflects all that is inside.]
You ought to guard yourself more carefully, Rangetsu-san.
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There is no flicker of understanding or agreement when the man drawls his warning. Nor is there annoyance or resentment. It's the dull of uncaring, of a man who does not think much of what happens to his person—it's debatable whether that is because of his dulled emotions from becoming a daemon or if he's always been this way. When you're raised as a tool from birth it's difficult to care what happens to you.
As long as he continue to get stronger and reach his goal. That's all that matters.
Sitting up, Rokurou turns his eyes on that stained body. Ruin sits him; red smatters across Matoba's skin, some patches already beginning to darken, an attractive painting. It's annoying how attractive given that the subject leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
He breaks off the spell with a crack of his neck, rolling muscles and forcing tension to beget movement. Pushing up, he strides over to stand in front of Matoba, looking down on him with a frown. ]
You almost sound worried about me.
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[For a man who was only the blade to be held, the cock to be used, it was fine to think that way in the past. But Matoba had seen need for a new way of living. Exorcists would not survive if they continued onward, living as they had. Things had to change. This he believed, implicitly.]
[And as a tool whose job was to shape other tools, he would use himself to shape them to his perfect image of what they ought to be. With violence, with sex, with words- whatever he had at his disposal.]
I am worried for all my comrades, [He agrees mildly,] who do not preserve themselves well.
[Stubbornly, patiently. Proudly. They are the same.]
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[ A just as mild rebuff as he continues to look at the exorcist. We are not the same. For a dozen reasons, most of which are even still unknown to them both—but the sentiment remains in the rasp of his voice.
As for not preserving himself well? That is not incorrect. He does nothing to defend himself against that accusation.
Instead, he reaches out to poke Matoba in the middle of the forehead. His attention idles on the eyepatch not far from the tip of his finger but he disregards it, focusing that mismatched gaze on the one slitted pupil he can see. ]
Focus your concern on someone who deserves it.
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[Sly, with a smile like he knows something that Ro does not. How could he? They are both new here, both clearly well-versed enough in supernatural forces to have some idea of what is going on here, he thinks. But Matoba always carries himself as though he has the upper hand, even in the rare case that he is cornered like a rat.]
[He does always try to have a plan, after all.]
[The poke is unexpected- Ro's hand reaches up casually enough that Matoba can intercept and snatch a deathgrip at his wrist the moment it makes contact- expecting, always, the threat to his right eye. But his visible one shifts uneasily in the silence that follows the tap, a brief confusion, and then the smallest twitch of annoyance.]
[Being treated like a child, by a child. How irritating.] Not to worry. I can multitask.
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[ Stubborn. There’s no point in arguing with someone like this; he’s gotten an idea in his head for some reason and he won’t be swayed from it. Why, Rokurou has no idea, but there is a marked difference from the charge of energy between them now.
When his wrist is gripped the daemon’s mouth finally tilts upward in amusement. Of all things to finally get under this guy’s skin, and it’s a forehead poke. Always the unexpected. ]
I’ll be taking my leave now, master. Unless you can’t bear to part with me?
[ He needs to shower off. Sweaty, covered in semen, and bruised from chin to shoulders—even he isn’t so brazen as to wander back out into the party for a walk of shame back to his room. ]
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[This place is an unexpected gift. He may yet meet men, learn some things that he can use.]
[The smirk goes unreacted; it doesn't seem that he picked up on the purpose of his interception, and that's a good thing. Best to let him think it got under his skin.]
I think I'll manage... [Matoba needs to clean himself up, too, but his clothes are a problem.... Hmmm. He'll have to send his shiki to find him something to use as an obi for the time being, or he'll have to change himself into that person for the rest of the night......] ...Rangetsu-san. Wasn't it?
We'll meet again.