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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. 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 April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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Her eyes narrow, the darkness settling back into her face. While she truly is touched, somewhere deep inside, that sentiment won't show until she's won this game. He can't keep getting one over on her. She will not be humiliated like this.
She sits up, green eyes empty and cold. As she tugs on her ribbon, letting her hair slink down her back, he's fully regarded as something subhuman. An obstacle to destroy until he's out of the way of her desires. ]
How sweet.
[ Unlike before in that same fabled bed, where she made an amateurish effort to tie him up with her ribbon, that's not the case this time. Instead, she folds it over a few times, meticulous in her work, before jamming the silky fabric into his mouth. Deeper and deeper it goes, until barely any is visible, just the tiniest tip peeking out past his lips. ]
But I don't remember giving you permission to do that.
[ One slap to his cheek, the another follows. A prelude. ]
You're mine. You do what I say.
[ The picnic basket's pulled open. She'd had pure intentions with it, really, with what she wanted out of there. Maybe he'll earn it later. But, for now, she draws out the bottle of champagne she'd been told lay inside by the staff. It's a fine blunt object. Much harder to break than the movies would have you believe.
Monika rises to her feet, using them instead to hold his arms down. And as she grabs the stem of the bottle and sets it on her shoulder, she gives him the sweetest smile, knowing she's giving him exactly what he wants. If anyone's paying them any mind, they're going to keep getting one hell of a show. ]
Shhhhh~
[ She even holds one bloody index finger up to her lips to properly shush him. Then, as if she were wielding a bat, she slams the bottle down against him. It'll continue until he finds some way to pull her out of the black void she sinks into during her most heinous acts, deluding herself into believing the person she's mauling is the one doing all the harm. Who knows what parts of him she hits? Who knows how hard or how long?
This won't stop until he relents. Until she gets what she wants. ]
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He should be having a terrible feeling about this, but what he feels instead is... Anticipation and excitement. Despite so, he'll continue with his resistance. Before he could even say he'll do whatever he wants, a ribbon is shoved into his mouth, holding it inside his mouth as to not accidentally swallow. Then, a slap. And another to his terribly swollen cheek. But he remains stubborn. Crimson eyes narrow and brow furrow up at Monika, even as she's taken his ability to speak.
However, when his gaze follows his head inside the picnic basket, then his eyes widen. A champagne bottle? Even if he doesn't know how strong a champagne bottle is, he knows that it's a good blunt weapon, or maybe she intends to break it and use the sharp pieces on him?
Either way, his eyes turn to Monika, then they narrow with anger once more when she shushed him.
She wouldn't---- She would. Before he could even make a muffled noise, the first strike hits him square in the cheek, forcing his head to the side more than her slap did, spurting blood onto the blanket, breaking his skin. A growl, then it's quickly silenced with another slam to his face. Then to his neck. The side of his head. The shoulder. He couldn't tell where she's about to strike next No chance to recover before another hit comes. No pattern whatsoever as to where she will hit next, or she'll hit the same spot, or how hard. No way to shield himself other than to tank it.
To his credit, he's tanking it like a champ. Even as his head is literally being beaten black and blue till blood spill, he doesn't make much of a sound, not a even a muffled sound. The only sound that permeate the air is the sound of the bottle clonking against his flesh. Gradually, the champagne bottle is stained purple with his blood. His blue hair and white side bangs are wet with his own blood.
Each hit brings a warning to his real body that he should turn his avatar off, but he ignores them, forcing himself to endure.
Still, there's only so much beating Soundwave could endure. Eventually, as Monika raises the bottle for another strike, he spits out the ribbon in his mouth, bloodied with his glow, then coughs out more blood onto the picnic blanket, and then turns to face her, finally relenting, begging for mercy.]
I a-apologize! You've made your point. Please, st-stop...
[There is no fear in his voice. After everything he's experience in his life, there isn't much that gives him fear anymore. Not even this would bring fear to him. However, he makes himself appear pathetic and weak so to show that he's finally given up after the terrible assault. His body shivers under her, and his face- terribly swollen purple, lips, cheeks, even one eyelid- looks up at her for mercy, hyperventilating. Cuts everywhere. Not even a hint of his avatar's fair skin can be seen anymore, covered entirely in his own blood flowing down from his forehead to his chin.]
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An eyebrow lifts, and she tilts her head, each action almost robotic while she digests this inquiry. The request seems to go through eventually, and she throws the bottle aside. The cork goes flying as the pressure inside finally violently explodes, champagne spraying across the bed of flowers. Monika laughs, deep and low, tilting her head back and bathing, basking, breathing in the scent of his blood with each heavy breath. How many times was she going to be absolutely drenched in him like this? Not nearly enough so far.
Her head lowers, and her gaze returns to his face. Some signs of life have returned to her eyes. Just enough to keep her from succumbing completely to the throes of insanity.
Inside? She's never felt so alive. ]
Good boy.
[ She drops onto her knees after purring her praise, her smile some facsimile of loving and soft. Their hips slot together, and he'll easily feel how damn wet she is when she pushes herself against his cock.
Softly, lovingly, one of her hands strokes his broken face, marveling at her work as she marvels at him. He's acted his part incredibly well, no matter how fake his fear may be. ]
Tell me what you want. You've earned it.
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It stings when her hand makes contact with his face, but he leans into her palm, purring but only to then cough more blood out of his mouth. From the very same person who mauled his face with a bottle, she also brings in comfort, and her now soft, gentle hand stroking him soothe some of the aches away.
His cock- still fully erect -twitches when her wet pussy. So warm and wet. Everything above his neck hurts like hell, but he can at least still move his hips somewhat, rubbing along with her. She's wetter than before... How wet has she gotten from literally beating him up? She must've really enjoyed herself... and so did he. When Monika pushes herself against his cock, she'll feel something sticky and gooey on her. And it isn't his pre. Undoubtedly, he came at some point during the beating.]
I want... Kisses. ... And your breasts.
[His true aim is still her pussy, but she's also been teasing him with her breasts. Difficult to choose which one first, but maybe some softness would be good than having his broken face pressed against her pussy at the moment. Besides, his cock is enjoying her pussy grinding on him.]
cw: self harm >>
[ He'll get what he wants after she's had some more time to admire how much she's battered him. Maybe there's something to it, the idea that there's beauty in destruction. She almost wants to take a picture of it, but no. She doesn't want even the slightest chance of someone else stealing a glimpse of her work. This would remain their secret objet d'art. ]
I'm a little sad you came without me, though... [ Her hand lifts. Will she strike him again...? No. She's simply petting the top of his hair, matted with blood. ] I hope there's more left for me?
[ She lightly kisses his bloody lips, keeping up her soft pets while her hips grind against him harder, swirling their fluids into one. A small detour before he gets his other prizes. ]
Here.
[ As she sits up a bit, she reveals the knife she'd pulled out of the basket while kissing him. It'd been her original target before he got too defiant. Not to use on him, however. If he'd obeyed her sooner, he would've learned that the easy way!
Her eyes shut, she grits her teeth...then drags the knife across the top of one of her breasts. The gasp of pain is short, and soon bright red blooms around the spray of purple. It meanders down and gathers around her nipple while she nudges her chest closer to his lips. The pain of others isn't the only thing she loves, it seems.
She drops the knife, panting, throbbing wildly against his cock as she waits. ]
Now...a part of me can be inside of you, too.
there's something wrong with these two idk what
[The head pet is nice, of course. Even if it may sting a little from the fresh open wound from having his head bashed in with a bottle. Still, somehow the soft gesture once again outweighs any pain.
And the kiss, too. Shame they can't kiss too deeply right now, lest it'll hurt him. But he likes the soft pecks and he'll try to kiss back just as much while his hips continue to grind against her.
His eyes follow her hand to see... A knife? Dread immediately sets in him. Last time she had a knife on her hand, she used it on him without remorse. Will she use it again? When she beaten him up already with that bloody champagne she threw away?
His chest tightens. After finally being submissive to her, she plans to hurt him more? He wants to protest, but he couldn't voice anything out of his throat. Ah, whatever she's thinking, he'll accept it, lest any form of protest may lead to even worse consequences.
Except she did something unexpected.
His brows rise. She's using it on herself...? She's harming herself. Soundwave watches the fresh red blood flowing down and coating her her breast, mixing with his purple to create a lovely blend. Still, he wants to ask if she's okay, but... It seems that she's enjoying the self inflicted wound.
This is wrong and messed up, and yet he can't help but think she loves beautiful in this state.
At the offer of her bloody breast, his mouth instinctually gapes open and his tongue hangs out to catch their combined fresh blood dripping from her nipple.]
Thank you.
[A submissive appreciation before her blood-coated nipple engulfs in his mouth, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. His tongue flicks and rolls around her nipple hungrily, sucking. Red blood coats his lips and pools his upper lips. She tastes sweet.]
it's ok i accept my shame
[ Her subsequent moan is riddled with laughter. What a shock it must've been, seeing her take the knife to her own flesh. Just another form of her favorite attack. Upending expectations can damage someone's psyche just as much as direct attacks to it.
Biting her lip, she slides her hand under his head, gently pushing it up against her breast. Each movement of hers and his mouth stir up stabs of pain when they make her gash shift, something that madly turns her on more than she already has been. What a time to learn how much she loves this. Though, there was probably never a good time to learn that...
What a mess. Why can't they seem to come together in a normal way? Or, perhaps, this was their normal? ]
A-Ah. Anything. For you.
[ Her hips tilt, and with one downward grind, he's angled enough that he slides inside of her briefly. She moans a bit louder, letting him slip out. The next grind, she does it again. Out again, in again. Each time, his tip is hitting her G spot. It's less about teasing him, though. It's more of her wanting to drag out her pleasure. She wants to have this bliss as long as possible, because she knows it's not going to last long now. ]
As long as you keep being so good.
[ She kisses his forehead, then lightly licks at some of his split skin. He can have whatever he wants, just as long as he allows her to be fucking crazy without repercussions, just as she rightfully deserves. ]
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As he's mostly distracted with her nipple and content with having his cock teased with her pussy, Monika catches him by surprise when she actually slides herself down his cock. A muffled moan escapes his throat, then he bites into her nipple sharply. An accident, which he then tries to soothe it over with his tongue and . At first, he figures she's teasing him some more, especially when his cock slips out of her, but then she goes back in. In and out. In and out. She's actually fucking herself with his cock. Another reward. He wasn't expecting it, honestly, but it's welcome all the same. How generous of her, really.
His hands come up to smooth over her bare ass and grope. Some light gropes and nothing more so he wouldn't unintentionally slows her down. He forces his hips to stop moving, despite him wanting to chase after the wet heat, and instead continues to focus on her nipple.]
Mmmh...
[A low purr when she licks at the split skin. A light pull, then her nipple is released with a wet pop. He pauses for now, so more of her sweet blood gather around her nipple. So to make it taste delicious again.]
You taste... Sweeter than before.
[No doubt thanks to the blood. .... He's not sure why he finds it sweet, but since it's from Monika, it is sweet. He lifts his head up to try a give her a kiss on the chin, and then some licks at the corner of the deep wound on her, lapping up some blood on his tongue from the very source.]
I want you... So much.
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Her ass flexes under his touch. It's encouraging her to let him remain inside of her longer each time, or maybe it's more her inability to fight temptation. Nothing would feel better than to take him all the way in. A taste of what this extension of him could give before she could have the real him again.
...No. She shouldn't think that, even when she's this drunk on him now. There's still room to be smart, even when she's at her dumbest. She doesn't have to be greedy. She sinks down halfway onto his cock, pulsing around him, jerking her hips the slightest bit. Teasing herself further to release. ]
I want you, too...
[ Her chin nuzzles into the touch of his lips, then she presses more kisses along his wounded face while hissing softly through his licks. His cock slips in deeper. Almost fully inside. ]
How do you want me, darling?
[ That was a pet name that she meant to be exceedingly nice, since he's been such a good boy. Only, she's realizing quickly, it sounded very...loving. She'll, er, gloss over it. Besides, it should work in her favor, since she's so cute. ]
Any way you want.
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Fortunately for Monika, he says noting or have any reaction to the pet name. Maybe he's too dazed to think of it to be any more than a cute name for him, and... honestly, it does bring a warmth, pleasant feeling in his chest hearing her call him 'darling'.
Before he gives her an answer, he gives her gash a kiss, and then drops his head back down onto the blanket to flick her nipple with his tongue, getting some blood to flicked into his mouth. He lets out a moan out of his throat, as holding it in hurts more, as she slides further down his length, cock throbbing inside her with increasing desire, similarly wanting to push the rest of his length inside her, but he holds himself.]
Deep inside. I want to be deep inside you. [He blows warm air against her bloody nipple, before he nips it gently between his teeth.] Ride me... Bounce on me, and... when we are about to reach climax.... Choke me. Please, claim me and ruin me in any way you want.
[It isn't as if she needed any permission from him to ruin him or be violent. His broken face is proof that she never need one. But there is a world's difference between him wanting it and Monika doling out punishments.]
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Despite her brief worry over word choice, she strokes his head lovingly. One final kindness before she returns to hurting him. ]
Then I'll have to choke you now. Do you know how close I've been? How desperate I've been for you?
[ In one fluid motion, she simultaneously sits up and pushes his cock fully in while also wrapping her hands around his neck. Her fingers slot there perfectly, guided by the bruises that had formed earlier, hiding under all the blood. He's already so broken. How could she possibly break him further?
With another moan, she pulls on his neck, aiming to force him upright so they can easily stare into each other's eyes while she rides him at a speed that's immediately fast and intense. They could make passionate love, like lovers do. ]
And maybe I can answer the question... [ Her hands squeeze harder as she pushes him so deeply, it's almost as if she's aiming to get him beyond her core again. ] Would you die for me, Soundwave?
[ She wouldn't do it, but the thought of it? She can have that, safely tucked away inside of her mind. There, she could safely accept that brief realization she'd had while they were climbing stairs before. It's true. It'd get her off. Nothing could be better than a suffering so absolute, destruction so beautiful and powerful. ]
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[A weak moan leaves his mouth as his cock prematurely spurts out cum inside her. For a second, he loses all control of his body when she fully envelopes his cock in her and her hands tightening around his neck. It's only for a second, and Soundwave regains some amount of consciousness to hold himself back from cumming more into. He can hold for much longer...
It's purely instinctual when she begins to choke him, one hand grabbing her arm while the remain on her asscheek, griping hard. Hard enough for his nails to pierce her soft flesh, blood trickling down. She's riding him fast. Good. Slow and gentle may have its moment, but this moment isn't suitable for that. He wanted it to be rough, just as rough as she roughed him up.
The wet sound of her hips rapidly slamming down against him, the incredible sound of sex they're making is music to his ears, and.... he hopes that the choking noises he's making is music to hers, as well.
His teeth clench as the squeeze around his neck tightens, eyes roll back behind lid as he struggles to maintain consiousness in his avatar. Tears roll down his cheek with the gradual increase of intensity, drool and blood leaks out of the corner of his mouth, and his mouth hangs open, struggling to get any words out. Yet, he doesn't struggle much, like everything else before. So, perhaps it may not come as a surprise as to what his answer to her question will be.]
Y... Y-yeessh~
[His answer would've been immediate, if not for it being difficult to get his voice out that isn't just him choking or struggling to get a moan out. It's... an oddly pleasant feeling that he shouldn't be having. It should be uncomfortable and it is uncomfortable, but having these once thought to be gentle hands squeezing his neck tight. It's getting him off. As did the beating she gave to him earlier, as well.
As for his answer to her question, it isn't strange. Soundwave would die for his friend. He had suffered having both his arms destroyed once before just to protect them from a point blank explosion once. Although grave injuries is different from death, especially if it is by a friend's hand. And, Monika.... She's a friend but at the same time, she isn't just simply a friend. She feels as if she's more. That's why he's willing to do so much-- anything for her, even having her use him as a punching bag.... or die for her. Because the look she's giving him in her current state is lovely. A different kind of lovely than the look she gave him during their soft moments.]
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Idiot.
[ One hand leaves his neck to slap his cheek, and with her holding him in place with her other hand, he'll take the full brunt of it. It also serves the purpose of punishing him for nearly cumming before her. She felt it! Not allowed! As they do in every good romance story, lovers cum together. ]
Keep giving me what I want and-- [ She whimpers as the pain from his nails keeps intensifying. ] I might think you...
[ She leaves the sentence finished on purpose, just to keep him wondering. He can complete it however he wants. If it haunts him later, all the better.
The hand on his neck shifts to the front, choking him there. Her other hand needs to be free so she can repay him for something else. She pulls their bodies flush, wrapping her free arm around him, then her nails rake down his back. Again and again, she leaves bloody lines behind, all while she's on the brink of what may be a never-ending orgasm. ]
Shhhh...
[ Again he's shushed, but this time, her lips crash against his, swallowing up his tongue and blood. There's no gentle and soft, no care about his injuries, because she has no desire to hold off. They're going to kiss while she steals every bit of his breath away to make it her own. Her hips reach a feverish pace, obscene and wet slaps ringing out across the lawn, then at last. Release. She gushes on his cock, riding him through every wave, convinced a few times that she may fall unconscious.
Destruction is so beautiful.
Despite her imaginings about this lasting forever, the pleasure does soon end, but she remains in place, loosening her grip on his neck while holding him close, drenched in blood, sweat, and tears, twitching against him and around his cock. In this moment, there was no denying it. They were more than friends. And just as she had while she watched him sleep, she'd allow herself to have that until she was no longer allowed to. ]
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Her hand shifting position to a new hold isn't any less uncomfortable and crushing then when she had both hands around his neck. Though it has him wheezing and gasping loudly. Then, a pain chocking cry leaves his bloody mouth next when his back is being raked. He could feel his skin being peeled and leaving bloody scratches behind him. Each rake has him cry and whimper. But of course, what word he manages to let out? "Don't--" "Stop--" "Monika--".]
Moni-- Mmph!
[It hurts. Monika effectively shushed him, but it hurts when she crashed onto his lips, making him whine in both pain and pleasure. Though he's expected no kindness whatsoever from Monika during this moment, so he has no other choice but to endure the pain from her lips pressing deeply onto his bleeding lips, sharing drool and his blood into her mouth, tongue too weak to move to dance along with her tongue... It's a good thing he doesn't need air to breathe.
Though it does mean she can get away with choking him for this long and still deprive him of air.
Perhaps, in the back of his mind, the rational part of him that's been silenced this entire time, is telling him that encouraging her like this is a terrible idea. Especially when she's already making this much damage and destruction to him? How much worse can she get? What new torture method will she use if she gets into this mood again? .... Will she actually kill him, if given the chance? These questions are fleeting in his mind as climax soon approaches.
Despite the injuries, the warnings blaring in his head, him nearly losing connection with his avatar, he manages to hit his climax at the same time as Monika. His entire body shivers hard, as spurts after spurts of thick pearly white cum filling her womb, then her passage, and overflowing out of the tight entrance of her pussy. Load after load continues to pump into her until it pools between his legs. It's so much more cum today than their first time, but not nearly as much as his real body had pumped into her.
Eventually as his climax comes to a close, he rests his head down, catching his breath even if . His vision is so blurry. He couldn't see much aside from a vague . Soon... Soon enough, he'll rematerialized his avatar and all evidence of all the brutality Monika will be gone. But not now. For now, there is a Monika lying on top of him.
His arms move to wrap around her twitching body and holds her close in his embrace, soft fingers running down her back to soothe her after all the rage and violence she released. As he slowly regains his consciousness, coming down from his high, his hearing re-focuses purely on Monika's breathing so to keep himself grounded. The people in the field and the rest of the world remains largely ignored.
Still....
There's something else he wonders....
A question that may haunt him...
Too afraid to ask directly...
What was the sentence she left unfinished?]
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She can't bring herself to feel bad this time. He allowed her to be this way, and she loved it. And...so did he. While he contends with her throwaway taunt, all she can keep wondering is, how in the hell do they begin to process this? ]
Umm...
[ God. Did they somehow make more of a mess than they did in the elevator? Even the post-elevator sex is feeling somewhat tame. Also, oww. She's not even the one who's most damaged and her body's aching. Again, taking his spike is feeling tame in comparison. At least she'd been conked out for most of her recovery. ]
Are you...okay?
[ She's not sure where else to start, okay! ]
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His head is still in a daze and his face is hurting everywhere- inside and outside -and so is his back. Sure, these are all technically mental damage to him, but still owww.]
Not the worst injuries I've received. [Believe it or not!] I am more worried about us staining the flowers.
[He's able to joke despite his state. It's probably a good enough indicator that he holds nothing against her for what she's done. Besides, he allows it to continue on by doing nothing about it. So, he's partially taking the blame, too. That said, he's thankful there isn't any mirror nearby. He really doesn't want to see how his avatar's bruised up and bloody face looks right now.]
I should be asking you that...
[His eyes cast to the cut she did to herself, then he looks back up to her eyes. His hands continue to soothe her back.]
Do you... Want to talk? [Y'know, about all of that? Any pent up anger or something...]
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[ How many of them got blood everywhere, though? Hmmmm.
Monika grunts quietly as she moves enough to flop onto the blanket. This only makes her grunt louder from landing on her butt. He hadn't exactly been gentle with his nails down there. ]
I'm glad you're okay, though. We went a little crazy, didn't we?
[ Nope, nope. No talking about her. No addressing her current messed-up state. With them back into reality, she can use her typical methods of dealing with her nonsense. What's that? You guessed it. It didn't happen. ]
It's probably not smart to try actually-- [ Oof. That's a lot of jizz coming out of her... ] --picnicking at this point, right? So, I guess we'll head back!
[ Everything is fine! There are no underlying issues to address! She's! Fine! ]
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For now, he considers it dropped. But believe him that this moment will be stuck in his head forever.]
Mm...
[With that low noise he made, Soundwave disappears into pixels, leaving the stained blood on her, the blanket, and some unfortunate flowers as evidenced that he was here......
But no need to worry. A second after he comes back, standing next to Monika, good as new. He's clean from top to bottom and zero signs of injuries whatsoever. Convenient. His hand comes up to rub his own cheek. It doesn't sting, but it feels like the ache is still there.
Staring down at Monika for a couple of seconds, he then removes his jacket and covers Monika's bare body up for her.]
Wear this. Your dress is ruined.
[Unfortunate, really. He finds the dress cute.]
And... We should get you to patch up that cut. It looks.... Bad. [No shit.]
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...Oh. He's back. And she's immediately primed to shout at him. ]
Don't talk to me about clothes or the dumb cut! Don't do that again! At least tell me if you're going to! [ She pulls at her hair, tangling it further. ] Use your words with that and picking me up, you big dummy!
[ Okay. Freakout over! She huffs, puffs, and slides his jacket on once she's standing. Another day, another moment of having to wear his clothes because another dress of hers is ruined. They really need to start putting her clothes away before they do anything... ]
Whatever. I've got some gauze in my room somewhere. Mm...probably. [ She carefully packs things into the basket, namely their flowers, because the basket's now hers, even if it wasn't meant to be. The blanket can stay, since it's seen some shit and deserves to be put out of its misery. ] If not, I'll get some sent up.
[ After getting her shoes back on, which takes a few since one shoe disappeared into the flowers, she picks up the basket and flips her wild hair. Really adding to the "just walked through a tornado" aesthetic she's got going on. ]
Oh, and...thanks. Let's go.
[ And off she goes! Be a good boy and keep up! ]
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Ow, his ears.
Geez, she's so much angrier at him doing that.... Which it finally hits him why she would be that angry at him for disappearing like that all of a sudden. So, instead of his usual annoyance, he sounds apologetic.]
Sorry.
[Freak out over and Soundwave recovers from the ringing in his ears. As Monika walks away, Soundwave doesn't immediately follow and quickly plucks a blue rose off the ground. Then, he quickly returns to her side and sneakily slides the flower into his jacket pocket while she isn't looking at his direction.
Gee, Monika looks worse than he does, given he got beaten up the most here. Unsurprising though, because he can just reset his appearance while she can't. With the awkward air brewing around them, Soundwave surprisingly is the first to break the silence.]
So.... Do you want to do anything after this?
[He's not allowed to talk about the clothes, the cut, and he's definitely not going to talk about The Picnic Experience.]
I do wish to come back to experience the rest of the exhibition. But I will stay with you if you are too tired.
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She sighs, following the signs that lead to the exit. At least it's easier to leave than it was to get this far. ]
It's okay. I'm sorry. I'm just...never mind. It doesn't matter now.
[ Still, she snatches up one of his hands, holding on tight. That'll surely keep him from disappearing again. ]
We can come back after I've changed. And. [ Her lips purse. ] Cleaned up...
[ She's not annoyed at him for that. She simply would prefer no more talk of The Picnic Experience gets brought up, even obliquely, and acknowledging what a mess she is likely to make that happen. Also, she'd rather no focus be put on her. Don't care about her! Don't acknowledge anything wrong about her! ]
What else were you interested in? I've been here longer, so...we should focus on what you want to do way more.
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Though he's now feeling bad that he'd surprised Monika that badly when it wasn't his intention at all. In that specific case, he shouldn't have assumed for her to know he's about to dematerialized his avatar without warning. Her hand taking hold of his catches him by surprise, but he squeezes her hand right back. He won't let go of her, so he won't disappear on sight again.
Honestly, neither of them is really going to acknowledge the mess that they are. He won't focus on Monika. And he'd rather she doesn't put any focus on him, as well. At least anything regarding what may be wrong with his own mental.]
When we return, let's.... check out the conservatory. I've overheard there are creatures called "bunnies" there, and apparently they grew some special fruits and we are allowed to eat them. ... Though I suppose we should be wary of anything "special" from this place.
[When did he overhear all of that? Don't worry about it. Because he's quickly moving on to think of what other places he's interested in to visit. He hadn't fully explored the resort, after all, and what better time to experience him with his beloved..... Friend by his side.]
There is the library... Swan Lake. I have not checked that place out. And, perhaps... Gilded Cage? I.... suppose I am somewhat curious about organic food after having some of the food, here. [Though he won't gain any benefits from eating the food, at least he can experience the taste. Just as he had enjoyed his muffins earlier.] I'll still defer to your opinion, Monika... Since you have been here longer. You likely know what is more..... fun.
[It's still for him difficult to say that word. Honestly, he never really thought to ever do things for fun until now.]
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Oooh, bunnies! I've heard about those, too! We can pet some cute little bunnies! Ahaha! [ Sorry, that's the main draw instead of the fruit. ] Maybe we can feed some of the fruit to them! And maybe I could keep one as a pet!
[ Be sure to drag her away from this idea. Someone like her doesn't need that level of responsibility. ]
And! And!! [ She bounces a little as they're reentering the resort proper. ] Swan Lake is amazing! I love going there! I haven't been to the Cage, either...I didn't even know they did organic food! [ She's assuming he means "organic" in a different way. ] And who knows, maybe we can go shopping and find you a giant cape! Then you can be cute when you're your actual self, too~
[ Her excitement's tempered a tad when she has to correct an assumption. He thinks so highly of her, doesn't he? It's sweet. ]
You're giving me way more credit than I deserve, though. I don't...go out that much. I mean, aside from the library and getting coffee and snacks, I usually stay in my room and read or write. I have a friend or two over sometimes, but I don't want to bother them too much. [ Read: desperately cling to them for attention. ] It's...just me, really!
[ Her head tilts as they enter an elevator. No need to worry! She made sure it no paintings were in it first. But also, less talk about her, more about him! ]
Which is why I'm surprised you know about all this stuff, because you're Captain Reclusive! [ He gets a playful poke. ] Have you been listening in on what people say in the parking garage? Ahaha~
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[Not that he wants to doubt her abilities to be a pet owner, since he can't exactly criticize on something he hasn't seen. But it's also Monika.
While Monika is giddy in her steps and tone now, Soundwave can't help the small smile from forming under his mask upon seeing the smile on her face. It's good to see that Monika is back to her cheery self again..... Even with the blood on her and her wild hair. Some guests may be giving her looks, but let's just ignore those people.]
I only wear capes for special occasions. Besides, I do not wish to look.... Cute.
[He's supposed to be a big intimidating mech! Cute is the opposite of intimidating!!!]
Really. I figured you were the.... Outgoing type, Monika. I didn't you are an introvert.
[That's the impression he's gotten from her, but he supposes he may have the wrong read of her. There's slight hesitation when Monika enters the elevator, but seeing that there are no paintings inside, he relaxes.]
Maybe. [Definitely.] It wasn't my intention to, but some people here likes to talk.
[Or maybe they're just planning something and Soundwave happens to overhear. He shrugs. While they're alone in the elevator for now, he leans his shoulder against hers.]
Though there is... Something else I want to do the most. More than exploring this resort. [He turns to face her.] I still would like to hear you read your poetry to me.
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[ Then she squints at him talking about wearing capes for special occasions. She was mostly kidding, but... ]
Fine. We'll get you a cape that makes you handsome. So picky!
[ It feels like they're running out of fun things to talk about. This is her fault for letting off that she's not the social butterfly she's supposed to be. If she's popular in a game, it's supposed to translate to real life! And maybe it does on the network, where it's easy to shove herself into whatever conversation she'd like, but outside of that...
Since it's him, her friendliest lover, she'll be more truthful than she would otherwise be. ]
I'm not an introvert. I like being around people and having friends. But here, everything's so overwhelming. All the people and sounds and stuff... [ She sighs. ] And a lot of people think I'm crazy because I'm honest about being from a video game, so...I guess my reputation's not the best? Ehehe.
[ Like he's said, people talk. Things get around. Hence her barely paying mind to getting stares. She's used to it now. That's why it's so nice to have him here. No complaints. No judgement. He spends time with her and gives her all the company she needs. And best of all? He lets her have him all to herself.
She sets the basket down so she can hold his arm and lean against him until the elevator ride's over. ]
Do you want to do that before we go back out? If it's something you want that bad, I don't mind. [ She giggles softly, looking away from him for a moment, almost bashful. ] I'm not used to having anyone around that wants to hear it. It's nice.
[ He gets a peck on the cheek over his mask. ] That's why you're the best.
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