peacockstop | TDM 04

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TDM 04

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Ragna wouldn't call himself a one-trick pony when it came to his methods of cooking. But if there was one that he was exceptionally proud of when given the right space and equipment for it, it's grilling. Meats on skewers, whole roasts, steaks, chicken, pork; you name it and he'll put everything his Master taught him to good work. As cautious as the criminal can get when it came to accepting food from the resort staff...how did that saying go?

'Living with fear stops us from taking risks,'? ... Or in this case, living in fear stopped the guests from accidentally getting crazily horny over aphrodisiac-laced food. It's a gamble. Where better to do so than a ★★★★★ sex casino? Minding his own business, that doesn't stop the pink-haired woman from standing out and really shining in this tropical environment. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that she was settling in just fine. She's grabbed his attention well enough that the moment their eyes meet, he blinks rapidly a couple times before attempting to go back to minding his own business again, eyes forward after tugging up another block of succulent meat between his teeth.

His manners are well and good...save for the little patch of sauce that glistens on the corner of his mouth.

"You have a little something -" ]

What was that?

[ "right there," she points on her face before it hits him. His cheeks dust a faint rose hue as he suddenly clears his throat. ]

Oh. Crap. My bad. [ Swiping the savoury sauce up with the pad of his thumb, the swimsuit clad man wearing an open red hoodie sticks the end of his thumb in his mouth for a quick little suck. That's embarrassing... But, ] Thanks.

( OOC; A-Okay with both the gen or spicy direction! )

[ Unfortunately for Hilda, there had been no such warning about potentially laced food, only about three hours of being here under her belt, and no one to explain to her that this place isn't just any old resort. Really, if they're going to strap a weird device to her wrist, it could have at least explained that as part of its welcome package. Maybe then the whole sex element wouldn't be that much of a shock, but alas. Which means as far as she's aware, this is just some really great barbeque on a really nice beach.

And you know what makes a barbeque on a really nice beach even better? Someone really cute doing all the grilling. Somewhere faintly in the back of her mind she's aware that this is all some sort of distraction from other more pressing matters. Matters like how the last thing she can recall before waking up here is a bright blue sky not so dissimilar to this one, the way her breath came in wheezy, wet little gasps, and how, despite the bright sunshine overhead and the gulls in the distance, she had been so cold.

Yes, it's far better to distract herself from matters of morality by focusing on how the dusting of colour on his cheek somehow made the little smear of sauce on his face even more endearing. This is far more pleasant of a distraction than the bird lifeguards that had chased her across the beach earlier or what's to possibly come once the sun sets and the next day begins.

Her smile turns a little less apologetic as she laughs slightly. ]

Don't say thank you so soon. You missed a spot. [ Getting up off her lounge chair, she motions for him to bend down a little so she can rise up on her toes to wipe the offending sauce off. She mimics is earlier motion, sucking the sauce off her finger with a satisfied hum. ] There. Sauce-free but no less handsome.

( ooc: maybe some spice to do the barbeque justice? )

[ One couldn't blame Hilda for being left unawares; it's not like there was any explicit signs that anything around here was laced or not. The last date Ragna went on, he'd at least figured out some tells. Like when you go to the movie theatre here and they ask if you'd like "extra butter" for your popcorn? You say no thanks unless you're intentionally looking for another type of good time— the kind that makes it very hard to pay attention to what's playing on the big screen. With Ragna left, for better or for worse, unknowing of the lady's knowledge (or lack thereof) of the resort...at least there's less doubts being cast over the two of them when she takes on more than a chancing glance of him.

It's no different from why he's finding himself flicking his mismatched gaze back on her. It's nothing. He thinks it's nothing. Except for the fact that his barbeque skewer is a combination of savoury and sweet. It's a pairing, one after the other of the hybrid Peaplumto fruit from the orchard and the heavily pushed Flamin’ Hop meat. Despite his longer tenure at the resort, he's never taken a bite into any of this "forbidden fruit" before. The sweltering waves of heat that radiate from inside his chest and spreads to his limbs was easy enough to pass on this faux tropical weather. As was the growing impulse to keep his eyes on her as she laughs slightly before closing what little distance is left between them.

With a more innocent blink, he bends down for her as he watches what she's about to do. Any other time, and he may have drawn back or been more reluctant. Months may have tempered him, and touch-starved as he'd been long before coming here, his drive was middling at best. ...until somebody or something helped flip that switch. He was shier than he lets on; yet pull the curtain back on him just a little more, and the spark Hilda lights in him by wiping the lingering sauce and sliding her digit between those pretty lips... ]

A-Ah...

[ Shit. He's transfixed on her lips. On the glistening end of her finger that was being sucked on. And those vibrant rose hues of hers when she flips the handsome remark on him, the swell of her full bust in that stunner of a two-piece in his peripheral. Because he's already enjoyed his fair share of the spicy special, it's not just a familiar, growing desire in the pit of his stomach that's becoming harder to resist with her so close and personal to him.

It's an impulse, the half-eaten skewer in his free hand almost forgotten in his hold as he clears his throat, gaze heavier-lidded upon her. ]

Somebody's thorough... [ A beat. Before his mind can catch up with his lips as he adds: ] Now can I thank you proper?

( OOC; Spice is Nice then! o7 )

[ Even war hadn't been enough to fully quash her flirty nature because Goddess knew she needed something to distract her from the harsh realities around them. And despite her claims to be a delicate flower, she's as much of a tease and forward when she wants to be. Or rather, when something is nudging her to be. Not that she's any wiser.

The warmth of her skin could easily be dismissed as sitting near the grill and being outside too long. The way her heart suddenly quickens in her chest is probably because she isn't just saying he's handsome, she thinks it too. And it maybe (probably) only has a little to do with the noise of obvious interest he makes as she licks the remainder of the sauce from her finger letting it leave her mouth with a soft, wet little pop. ]

I have to be. What if the lifeguards smell you? They'd eat you right up.

[ There is some trace of genuine concern amongst her jest. She's learned a hard lesson that while the lifeguards were there to look after, the opposite was true if they had food on them. Then it was truly every person for themselves. Making good on her word she gently takes a hold of his chin with her thumb and forefinger. Tilting his head from side to side there's a feigned air of her ensuring that there's no sauce she might have missed, hiding the fact that she's taking the planes of his face along with those curiously mismatched eyes.

Satisfied with her inspection, pink eyes meet red and green ones as she releases her hold on him. A quiet permission of sorts to leave her space if he wants. But she definitely doesn't want that if the way she gently brushes the pad of her thumb against his lips and how she remains firmly fixed to her spot is any indication. ]

You don't have to - I'd be happy with just your name and more food. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about other ideas you might have. [ Her head tilts a little in playful curiosity. ] Can I get a hint?

[ In contrast, he really, really, really should have known better by now. He flipped the coin, however, letting his own guard down when the succulent meat and surprisingly tasty fruit blend slides down his throat. Though a rebel and a fighter first, he really did put a lot of stock into cooking; at this resort where time was in abundance compared to back home, it gave Ragna plenty of time to want to explore and expand his own culinary horizons. Why let his Master's training go to waste, right? Despite the risks and the coin he just tossed, of course he was going to have to eat the resort's offerings.

Until he was high enough a rank to have his own kitchen where he had control over his own ingredients, he made his choice.

Then it's a good thing he was in the right company to make that choice feel all the easier. Ragna wasn't so brazen as to crumble at a single soft, wet little pop of those lips, barring those invasive thoughts that made him jealous of that finger. But his otherwise fair complexion is just as telling. He's red in the face, only letting the clearing of his throat one more time save face for just a little longer when the fleck of concern bleeds into her words. Used to fending for himself for so long, Hilda's hard lessons being carried unto him actually resonates in his chest. Awful kind of her to show some concern... ]

Please. They can keep dreaming if they think they'll get a taste of me.

[ If it weren't for the pleasant lightheaded sensation he was feeling, Ragna might have been his more usually blunt self. Kicking shitbirds sounded more up his alley of vocabulary when the combination of meaty, spicy skewers and impulse-inducing hybrid fruit wasn't making him so malleable within this "delicate flower"'s touch. A touch that would have made him recoil long before coming to the Golden Peacock— long before he'd been shown what it felt like to accept this. Before he'd learned what it felt like to accept that this was okay. So with parted lips, his breath warm awash along her thumb as he fights with every fibre of his being not to just catch it gently with a nip, he's thinking less and less about his food, with nothing left to swallow but that lump in his throat as Hilda will have his gaze.

His attention. And every urge and impulse that he starts questioning less and less... There'd be time to either lament or roll with the punches after the fact. Because when she releases her hold on him, Ragna grants it. Even without his Diamond suit flaring on him, a familiar urge from the past wells up inside of him. An urge that he thought he wouldn't have to deal with ever again; a couple of games ago, he was the rabbit being hunted. But then, as he finds his voice once more, deep in cadence and low for her ears alone as she lures him deeper with that playful tilt of her head, ]

I'm Ragna. [ Was he just finding purchase leaning in for her? Is that why, should it be within his reach, that Hilda may find his hand sliding against hers, if not overlaying it? He wouldn't dare fall into her. But as Ragna's heart starts to hammer away wilder and wilder in his chest, he was doing the exact opposite of pulling away from her space.

A prelude to the headier sense of yearning that would only grow stronger and stronger was an impulse that gets to the point of screaming in his mind's ears. Those lips that popped so prettily around her finger...

She asks for a hint. ] One sec. You've got a little...something...

[ Just a taste. A chaste brush of his lips against hers as if he were trying to scout out the same thing she pointed out for him. If she lets him. It's as far as he goes with her "hint" as his impulses win. It's still too kind. He still wars with himself on the inside because he just knows that impulse and urge was anything but tame. He's holding back. A little longer. ]

[ With or without the laced meat, she would have been glad to have partaken in watching him work and tasting his food. Her teachers at the Academy had always lamented about how much she enjoyed talking over learning and paying attention during lectures. But wasn't that also a valid way to learn? To get to know people and their passions that (hopefully) lay outside of the books and tomes about warfare that they insisted they learn? It had all come in handy in hindsight, but that didn't change her joy of getting to know people through conversation, through learning about what they loved.

It's entirely possible that she would have struck up one with him had it not been for the sudden desire to flirt, to be closer, to touch him that had overwhelmed her. Is longing and loneliness really that powerful? Is knowing that she might never be able to feel the touch of someone else again that potent? They're all thoughts that fade into the back of her mind, a simmering need to know him carnally beginning to make itself known.

And to see the pink on his face deepen a shade darker at her very intentional lick, well. That only quickens the pace of her heart and causes the smile to break across her face that much wider. ]

They'd be so lucky.

[ And those aren't just words of flattery. That visceral feeling and the way her body yearns to know him means it with a genuineness that wouldn't have been so difficult to pull from her - even if he had chosen to go and fistfight the seagulls, because once upon a time there had been a boy that she loved watching fight with reckless abandon. And while war had coloured the way she viewed fighting now, the seagulls probably would have had it coming eventually. Not to mention it would have proven another welcome distraction from the heavy cloud that threatened to bring her mood down.

If that heavy cloud remained at all, the remnants of it are dissipated by the warmth of his hand ghosting atop hers. Her gaze skips from their hands back up towards him - Ragna - but before she can offer her own name in return his lips flutter across hers. Joyful laughter trills from her before she can stop it and now it's her turn to blush. Instinctively she steps forward to close the space between them but not all the way. What is left between them is a dare, a tease, an invitation. A quiet yearning for more. Slim fingers thread through his feeling the callouses against his palm that likely match hers in some way (curious, considering she'd deny ever holding a weapon, but pretenses aren't quite top of her mind for her right now). The other hand slides up his chest, coming to rest there almost like this is some pretense to a dance. ]

Did you get it, Ragna? [ The something on her face that is. ] Or do you need a closer look?

[ Should Hilda find herself checking in proper, and reintroduced to the deck by whatever rank she may hold, there could be time for that. This resort had its ways of pulling people together, over and over again. Were he thinking more straightly, than the more euphoric haze of a 'dream' he finds himself slipping further into with her, he'd be thinking that if a meeting was going to happen, that he'd do right by her. Do things right. Start small. Enjoy a meal and a drink. At this point, Ragna can't really bring himself to care about the fact that he's made a penchant out of treating others to meals. With or without the laced meat, Hilda would have been given that much. But with the combination of that salacious lupine skewer and the forsaken fruit that urges him to act upon his own yearning impulses...

She'll get more than a treat for a meal. Far, far more than that if she just squeezes that trigger a little tighter. It's so delicate, but as her joyful laughter trills from her, colour dusting both their faces as anything Steve manning the grills could say is thrown into the ether. It's only her voice, the soft and inviting taste of her lips upon his as he can't fight the urge to wet his own, that he's finding worth his attention. If Hilda steps forth, Ragna answers her in kind half a moment after that, the cinch of her more slender fingers woven with his as callous palms practically locking him in. A muted hitch escapes him as her other hand slides up his broader chest. It's a reflex— how the pec flexes beneath her touch and sets his skin ablaze as a pang of something more wanton shoots straight to the kiln of his loins.

He's no real dancer. But he does know how to step up and answer. He knows how to take that next step by now, sliding his gloved hand around the small of her back. Dipping dangerously low without actually taking that possessive, risque grasp of her backside. No. Hilda will just have to contend with the flirt of his fingertips just brushing above her bikini bottom as she asks if he got it.

Finally, it's his turn. The trace of a smile that graces his lips is just downright criminal as he takes hold of her and answers: ]

I'm in a thorough mood.

[ Thoughts of could have, would have, should have, of decorum and what is right and proper have all but flown from her mind. Hilda would be the first to admit she’s a romantic through and through. Denying that she doesn’t enjoy the experience of getting to know someone (even better if it were over a shared meal) would be like saying she didn’t have a pink hair. But, a voice asks, what was wrong with getting to know someone like this? Or maybe she should think about it this way: what if she didn’t wake up again tomorrow? What then? It’s the last push she needs to put her reason in a bottle and toss it out to sea.

She can’t remember ever being so acutely aware of someone and their reactions. The faintest hitch of his breath. The leftover sweetness of the fruit he’d eaten that lingers on her lips. The way his skin feels alight with something that is so similar to the kindling in her own belly. All of culminates in a singular want, or rather, a singular need. Her intrusive thought from earlier suddenly begins to make itself known again, no longer feeling intrusive and more sound logic.

The feel of his touch down the back of her bare skin sends a jolt down her spine. As she instinctively arches into his touch she can’t stop the soft exhale of desire that leaves from parted lips. More than anything she wanted his hand to dip lower, to feel the grip of him as he held her close.

The sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears drowns out the sound of everything else around them. Suddenly nothing else matters except Ragna and the need to have him cure the ache between her legs. The hand that had rested so lightly on his chest begins to slowly walk its way up, resting at the nape of his neck. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin as lithe fingers take a hold of white strands so she can pull him towards her. But instead of lips meeting lips, they flit against the corner of his, cresting up the curve of his cheek before finally brushing the shell of his ear. He doesn’t need to see her to hear the grin in her voice. ]

Show me then. And who knows? Maybe I missed a spot too.

[ Rationale was out to lunch. He wasn't a complete blank slate, however. He wasn't mindless. For every honest, sober thought that yells at the back of his mind what the hell had come over him, there's an even stronger, insatiable maelstrom of urges that are equally as such. It's that line of reason that separates them from the animals. The line that divides between his humanity that sees Hilda for the charming sight for sore eyes, distant though he'd long kept himself from everyone back home for reasons within and beyond his control. The other side of that line...was slowly, dangerously being scratched out. Blurred. Melding together until it's inevitable whether or not what's human and what's becoming downright bestial.

Even the more tempered thoughts that Ragna harbours in the back of his mind upon laying his eyes on her are becoming uncouth. It doesn't help that they're both yielding with each passing second without questioning why. He doesn't even feel like he's trapped inside his own mind, an onlooker to the scene as his body is guided by hers, the size difference between them sending another throbbing sensation throughout his very being. Her back arches beneath his touch, gentle as it starts before his palm splays more possessively. She sounds so sweet...

So sweet that his heart drumming in his ears hammers harder, the faces around them become inconsequential. It's but a fleeting instance in his head, the words whispered out in oh-so-faintly. ]

The hell...

[ He knows this feeling. He remembers this sensation. He wasn't just some vulnerable little bunny during the hunt before. No. He was a prized jackrabbit. A feisty, insatiable hare who didn't know when to call it quits. And it's rolling through him at an alarming pace when Hilda's touch reaches the nape of his neck. At the same time, that hand of his doesn't mince what he wants anymore, gliding over the back of her beautiful swimsuit before that ass of hers was getting a tempting squeeze. He's done playing. Playing with his food. The skewer he'd half-finished was forgotten on the counter now when she pulls the proverbial trigger. It was his hair. Pulling him towards him by those white threads as he looses a hot sigh that can't be mistaken for anything else anymore. ]

Not here...

[ What feels like the last fleck of sanity within that deep, huskier timbre as he tilts his head, sighing a wash of hot air across the shell of hers. So she can hear him. Clear as crystal. Another promising squeeze of her ass before he lets it rest there. A presence. ]

My place...a bungalow... [ Oh... It's cute to think that he'll even make it that far down the beach before his hands were already on the swell of her breasts, or the thickening bulge of his trunks wouldn't be pressing against her back or her stomach. Will they even make it far enough away from this shack before just going around the back? ] I'll show you as long as you want.

[ It seems that the season has come back. The hare within him stirred up. Stirred with nothing more than the desire to not only cure that ache between her legs, but make her his. Mate her. Breed her. An unhinged mess inside and out. How does that saying go?

Fuck like rabbits? ]

[ Her body seems intent on taking over, a desire that she hasn’t felt before quite like this ready to burn her up from the inside out. She’s hardly a blushing virgin. Even during war, they had needed to find a way to blow off steam, a way to either continue avoiding or releasing all the pent up feelings that they pushed aside in favour of survival. But those desperate nights are not the same as the desperation she feels here.

No, this need is far greater than that. More primal. This is a desperate need to be fucked by Ragna. Owned. Bred. The grip of his strong hands around her ass aren’t enough. The only way it would be enough would be him pressing so deeply into her that she couldn’t feel or think about anything else but him.

There is no stopping the visible shudder that runs through her body at his touch and the soft moan that escapes her when his voice drops low and wanting against her ear. It feels like a wicked little secret just for them and her sweet little grin splits a little wider across her face into something a little more along those lines. The feel of him hardening against the thin fabric of their swimsuits is more evident than the way another wave of desire rushes through her at his promise.

It’s incredibly difficult to try and guess how far they are from his bungalow, let alone any bungalow when she’s heady with desire. She’d climb him right then and there if it weren’t for the fact that there were people around (oh, right they were in public, weren’t they?) - but did it really matter if the thought of being caught is somewhat thrilling? It’s only reluctantly that she releases her hold on his hair so that her hand can suggest other things. Fingers skim against the waistband of his swimming trunks, as the hand holding his grips a little tighter. ]

I’m not sure I can wait that long. I need you now, Ragna. [ Despite her voice being only low enough for him for hear there’s a wanton nature to it before it’s followed by another soft amused laugh. The fingers skimming his waistband travel teasingly a little further down brushing against him. ] But if you think you can wait long enough to get back there…I do love seeing a man work up a little sweat.

[ It's like a release for him. To loosen his inhibitions when that soft moan of hers escapes and her sweetened grin reaches his periphery when he whispers how badly he was going to have her. The only issue? Was that if last time was any indication, he didn't know if he was going to know when to stop. If Hilda's mind was being deliciously poisoned with the euphoria of being bred however...than that wasn't going to be a problem, now was it? Ah, to be the wolf in this equation. But with how hard he was thinking of fucking into her, there wasn't going to need to be any knot for how deliciously deep he was going to keep himself inside of her. The fact that his mind was ahead of their bodies was telling in how far gone he was becoming at a breakneck pace.

He wasn't even a Spade, yet the risk of getting caught was at war with how possessive he found himself becoming of her. There was time to think of this very abrupt yet addictive meeting— maybe even do right by her when they could think straight. But right now, as her fingers skim the waistband of his trunks, his skin tickling beneath her flirting caress while she urges him to work up a little sweat... ]

Keep talking and I'm just gonna bend you over right here...

[ Whether Ragna gets those bikini bottoms of hers off in time or not, just pushing that crotch of her pretty number to the side, hardly mattered to him when words were starting to get more difficult to come by in his lust-addled brain. It's a good thing then, that when he feels her smaller hand teasing and brushing over the growing swell of his shorts, that instinct guides him to betray his words, urging her to get up with him proper as he leads her off. In what he can only hope is where he remembers his bungalow to be... ]

🐇🐇🐇

[ ...only to prove Hilda's point, making it literally as far as around the back of the oversized booth where they were serving the rabbit skewers in the first place. The hustle and bustle of business is the thinnest veil of protection they have on the other side of the wall he's currently got Hilda's buxom little body pressed up against, the weight of his cock filling out against her stomach through the increasingly taut bulge of his swimming trunks. All the while a heated sigh looses from those lips of his, one of those hands of his on the swell of her breasts, squeezing with an urgent need as he's moments away from flipping her around and bending her over like he promised earlier. ]

[ The murmured threat is met with a grin befitting a cat or a creature of prey rather than a bunny. ]

Promise?

[ Hilda seems like the sort who'd be a pillow princess by every definition of the word. And make no mistake. She absolutely is and can be. But in moments like these, when lust sears through her, she has a singular, one track mind. Granted, these moments have been far and few between as of late, and there's something more nudging her along - but she'd at least have the sense to know that she has the upper hand in something.

She would have drawn this out for as long as she could have until he was begging for her to wrap her lips or cunt around his cock. In this case she has more than enough physical evidence of that: them not being able to make it any further than just behind the stall and of course his hardening bulge pressed up against her.

If the way she looks up at him is any indication, it doesn't seem to matter at all to her that they're in such a public place. There's a hunger in her gaze that mingles with a bright delight as her hand snakes down between them to continue teasing him. ]

Do you need me to keep talking so you can bend me over?

[ The drawstring unravels with a single tug allowing her to tug his swim trunks down. Her finger skims over the head of him, heat pooling between her legs as she feels the dampness against her skin. But she keeps up the play, head cocking to the side as brings her finger to her mouth to lick the taste of him from it. What she's really giving him is the illusion of choice - but regardless what he chooses they'll both win in the end. ]

Or maybe you want me to play with you a little more first.

[ Oh Hilda. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep your head on straight around you? Especially when his head was already swimming with a potent aphrodisiac as he fought against every fibre of his being for the sake of stretching this out? Making this last? He didn't know if he could stop if he dared "breed" her one time...or if that would be where it all ended. But if his awoken libido was any indication, she'd have her work cut out for her and then some if that savoury glaze on those rabbit skewers had anything to say about it. Once wasn't going to be enough to sate this beast she was currently skimming her fingers over.

His breath hitches at the contact, all the while his own hand dares dip between her legs in turn. One hand was already on that impressive chest of hers, fondling and showing its appreciation. But turnabout was fair play in the art of keeping his new girl for the mating season nice and wet. How much of her composure can she keep when his fingers were already gliding over her crotch, pinky and index framing her pussy whilst his two inner digits pressed and stroked tantalizingly so over her wetting folds? One shift...one tug on that fabric and he'd have been fingering her already by now when Hilda gave him the illusion of choice. Swallowing as if his tongue had thickened twice over since starting, Ragna's cock gives an insatiable lurch, weighted heat rubbing against her smooth abdomen, only to measure up his own ripped abs with every throb like a hot iron bar.

All of this? Was for her. Only matched by the wild look in his eyes as he cobbles his words together for her. ]

Have a little more fun, Hilda.

[ With him. With his cock currently aching for any attention. That's the human side of him talking, defying the way the meat they've consumed was making him want to shut off his brain and turn into a rabbit that cared only about rearranging her insides, leaning with a heady want against her ear, words like deep velvet when he adds: ]

S'gonna make how hard I fuck you all the better.

[ The fingers pressed against her cunt with only the fabric to separate them is agonizing and he earns a little hitch of her breath in reply. The desperate, breedable part of her wants nothing more than to just slip her bottoms to the side and hop onto him so that she can fill herself with something thicker, more satisfying But there's a greater prize to be won and he offers it to her on a silver platter. Ragna's promise sends a full body shiver down her spine as she meets his gaze. There's an impish nature there, yes, but the heady look in his eyes matches hers.

She spins them around, pressing him against the wall this time with a force that definitely shakes the wall of the stall. Gone are the consequences from her mind as she kisses and bites her way playfully down his chest until she's on her knees in front of him. His swim trunks are tugged the rest of the way down to reveal him in full. Something in her warms, imaging just how he'd feel inside of her and the urge to mate rears its head again before

Taking a hold of him she starts to lick him starting from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip before taking him fully in her mouth. Her hands work him in time with her mouth, expertly wielding the salvia coating him to her benefit, her eyes not breaking her gaze from him once. ]

[ Don't think that hasn't crossed his mind, Hilda. How Ragna hadn't already taken that daunting measure of him against her front and turned it into a reality was a miracle in of itself. If she'd crumbled first and hopped on him to satisfy their mutual craving, he wouldn't even fault her. But he also sure as hell wouldn't have just lied there and taken it either. She's just as deliciously curvy and soft in all the right places. Such a dainty looking thing on the surface...but how hard could he grab those hips of hers while fucking into her before she broke? How far could he go without doing that? So tantalizingly close. All thoughts that run amok in that lust addled brain of his as she spins them around and she effectively slams him against the wall. ]

Whoa—

[ The shack rattles, leaving Steve and his patrons to look up from their business towards the origins of that sound. Dot. Dot. Dot. Shrugaloo. No one thinks to go and check, if only because this rabbit meat was so damn good! So good in fact, that it was only a matter of time before they were all sauntering off to find their own fun when that insatiable desire to breed kicks in. What was going to happen if one of them got the same idea these two did? When they couldn't get as far as behind a palm tree or scrambling head over heels for the nearest bungalow to make the walls shake with moans and bestial thrusts?

What would happen if another couple happened upon this sight, sweet little Hilda with Ragna's trunks pooling around his ankles, on her knees with his cock daunting over her face when she licks from the base all the way up? They'd have to find their own place. Move. Or watch knowing that her lips wrapped around the proud crown of his cock was for him alone. Those hands working in time with her mouth as she coats him in her spit. But the most damning part besides how good her mouth and hands felt?

Is those eyes. Ragna can't win against a good pair of those, even if the sway of her tits in his periphery every time she bobbed her head on part of his twitching length were equally tempting a pair. Heavy-lidded eyes lock with hers as he moves to grab a fistful of her hair. Not close enough to her scalp that he'd so tersely pull on it, but that was tempting in of itself. But just to give him something. Anything to hold onto while his hips find themselves rolling in time with her expert mouth. ]

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brainfog via being sick sucks. sorry for the wait!

Oh noo! don’t apologize, you gotta rest up when you’re sick - i hope you’re feeling better

sore throat is fun. but i'm taking care of myself! thank you. ♥

be gone sore throat!!

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