TDM 04

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

Due to 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.

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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

Comments

bunny bbq

[bardische]

[ He doesn't realize at first that she's talking to him. Truthfully, he was just hungry, and a stand was easier than anything else, and he's just ducked under a shade to avoid the sun for a minute.

She gestures again, and his brow furrows, looking behind them, but she's still making eye contact. He tilts his head, pointing at himself.

He doesn't know her. At least he doesn't think so. His brow furrows deeper. Did he...do something he doesn't remember? ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ For a moment they're caught in that awkward moment of mutual confusion. Had she said something weird? Or maybe she hadn't said it loud enough. Or maybe it just isn't clear that she's speaking to him. That had to be it. Thankfully his confusion is endearing and surprisingly refreshing after everything she had just gone through. Who would have thought that something as mundane as telling someone that they had some sauce on their face is what would make this strange place she had found herself in the most grounding thing she'd done since arriving?

Her lips curl into an amused smile as she nods before deciding to venture closer so that there's no doubt as to who she's speaking to. There's that same apologetic look to her but tinged with a little more lightness this time. ]

You have some sauce on the corner of your lip. I'd offer you a handkerchief or napkin but I don't have any on me.

[ Pockets and beachwear don't typically go hand in hand unfortunately. ]

[bardische]

Ah, thank you.

[ It's clear he's a little flustered, even as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand -- not many other options in their small clothing items. It isn't her though; he's like that with most new people.

He does find himself sizing her up. The combination of her very cute, girlish bathing suit with the clear muscles of a trained athlete pique his curiosity. He'd even wager to say warrior, though he's struck out on that a few times here. Not everyone's world still has them. ]

I think this place likes to leave us without so we'll have to talk -- or more. At least they didn't devise some scenario where you had to take care of it for me.

[ Because making some random of-age but definitely younger woman lick sauce of him felt like a scenario that wasn't out of the realm of possible here. And it wasn't one he'd particularly enjoy. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ A lifetime of being quietly appraised by those around her gives her a bit of a sixth sense to these things. An immunity had been built, a sweet veneer of sorts, that usually prevented her from feeling uncomfortable; she had no problem showing off some skin, but it had always been by design with a goal of clever redirection so that there would be other things to focus on aside from her muscles or any bruises or fresh scars left over from training or a battle.

And while she knows that the bathing suit she had picked hid the freshest one, it doesn't stop the phantom burning pain underneath the fabric all the same. She's good at hiding what she feels for the most part however and she hides any discomfort on her part by offering him a little nod to say that he'd gotten it all this time.

There's a little line that forms between her brows. She's not naive but - ]

You mean more than just rubbing it off with my thumb? Because that probably wouldn't be so awful would it? Unless you don't like being fussed over. [ She gives him two thumbs up - before wiggling them slightly in jest. ] I promise they're clean.

[bardische]

[ It's his turn to be uncomfortable, but he doesn't hide it nearly so well as she does. Thumbs are...not where his mind went. Which makes him feel like a creepy old man. ]

I...ah...are you by chance new to the resort?

[ Honestly even her touching his face would probably make him feel inappropriate. He's gotten used to his regular partners, or touching others when he's gone somewhere that's expected, but casual touch with a stranger at a neutral space is as foreign and mildly terrifying as it's always been. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Granted her mind might have wandered elsewhere no thanks in part to how he'd said it in the first place. But seeing as he was a total stranger - that might have been the opposite of a pleasant interaction.

Seeing that her thumbs joke hadn't landed quite as she had hoped they're quickly lowered. In lieu of as she goes to fiddle again with one of the skewers she'd had yet to touch. ]

If you're asking me that, that must mean you've been here much longer than a couple of hours. But yes, I am. Is it that obvious?

[bardische]

[ He sees the light go out of her eyes a little, and the way she withdraws her hands. He resists sighing only because he's afraid it would unsettle her more. All this time here, and he still hasn't gotten any better at this. ]

It's nothing negative that it's obvious. This place has a tendency to encourage...sexual solutions to normal situations.

[ Because...she probably shouldn't find that out the hard way. Even if he's turning a little red because he still feels a bit like a creepy older man talking to a strange young woman about sex. ]

I've been here for six months. [ Which...wow. Yes. He has. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The news is exactly in the same vein her joke would have gone in and for once she's glad that her impulsive little voice hasn't won out if only because it looked like it might pain him more. That doesn't stop her eyes from widening some, blinking a couple of times and needing to consciously stop her lips from twitching.

It's not a joke – that much she can be certain about. But old, silly impulses that she had thought she'd lost during the war were rearing their head. Mostly due to the fact that this was reminding her an awful lot about the one time Setheth had tried to lecture them once about how having loud "coitus" in semi public places was strongly discouraged which had been made less serious by the fact that his cheeks were the exact shade the man in front of hers was. The difference is that this man isn't Setheth and teasing him doesn't feel quite as comfy. Yet.

The question she asks next is hardly by any means a question she'd ask normally but curiosity and needing information make it sort of necessary. (Sorry, Basche.) ]

Does sexual solutions mean...actual sex? [ Now it's her turn to blush. ] You don't have to answer that of course. You've done a lot already by letting me know.

[bardische]

[ Based on her eyes widening, she didn't know. Well, good he told her then. Even if he can do nothing to shield her from it.

It's not the first time, not even here. He's had to have these conversations with young recruits to protect them. But he was typically closer in age, or could get someone better equipped to do it. This is...an utter stranger, and he's lucky she believes him. ]

Sometimes, not always. [ Ah, gods, she's blushing. Should he stop talking? ] If...you are inexperienced, you may wish to seek out someone who will be understanding before this place forces you. A bad first time can make things difficult later.

[ Unbeknownst to him, the skewer he's eaten is just starting to metabolize. So he doesn't think anything of the brief thought that he could offer. He's bedded a few other virgins, taken care to make it pleasant and safe. But there's no way to bring that up that doesn't sound like he has some disconcerting attraction to inexperienced youth. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Truthfully she's not even fully certain that she believes any of this is real. In the past she had made an effort to pretend like she didn't listen to tales of warriors and soldiers that boasted about near-death experiences when in actuality she had. And the tales they often told were those of visions and hallucinations of things that weren't really there. Of far off lands with fantastical creatures and blinding white light.

If the tales were to be believed, all of those had come to fruition for her.

But for some reason, hallucination, lie or reality, it doesn’t seem to matter very much to her in that moment. The skewer that had been the focus of her attention minutes before is forgotten. She isn’t hungry anymore. Rather, the topic of conversation has turned her mind towards something else.

With the way her blush still colours her cheeks making her look the part of an innocent maiden, it’s no wonder that he assumes that it would be her first time or that she’s inexperienced. Assumptions like that normally wouldn’t bother her, but the thought crosses her mind that she’d like to prove to him otherwise. ]

You mean someone like you?

[bardische]

[ Now he's as red as that fruit everyone was smashing earlier, a hand tangling in his hair and his gaze anywhere but her. ]

I was not trying to proposition you.

[ And normally he'd probably excuse himself, or clarify his intentions, but his tongue stills, because his eyes are on her thighs, and then back to her torso, her breasts and her neck.

She's so strong. And pleasant. And the idea of taking care of her until she's satisfied is enough to start stirring his interest. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The redness is endearing in the same way that she can feel the way his gaze roams her exposed skin. A part of her knows she should be concerned. Most of her scars had faded thanks to time and practiced diligence of magicking them away. But there were still fresher ones that she hadn't had time to think about trying to cover up in her panic upon waking here. Between bird men and this, she hadn’t had time to come up with a better solution. Whatever insecurities she has seem miles away now.

Emboldened, she takes a slight step towards him. Her laugh is sweet with amusement, the furthest thing from mocking. ]

Well, maybe I'm the one propositioning you.

[ She gazes up at him, taking in the strong lines of his jaw, the faded scar across his brow and the way his blonde hair has been kissed and made lighter by the sun. He’s handsome in the way she imagines knights from the stories she loved reading are. ]

Would that be so bad?

[ No is always a valid answer to respect. But she knows that without a shadow of a doubt that she’d be disappointed and that she’d have to do something about that disappointment if he didn’t. ]

[bardische]

[ If only he knew she was shy about her scars -- he's drawn to them, eased by a surface marking they share, and the lifestyle that produces it. That she's so strong and still so feminine is alluring in a way that makes him want to prove himself to her, and also ride her to exhaustion. A thought he's trying very hard not to look at head on.

Especially when she steps into the space and very much encourages thoughts of lying together. ]

No [ he says too quickly. ] I mean -- no it wouldn't be so bad. I -- no, it wouldn't be bad at all. You are -- I'm not....

[ He's somehow still redder, and he's focusing very hard at looking her in the eye, because now he really wants to look her over with interest, and because he's terrified she might see his own interest quite literally growing. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The flustered stuttering, reddened cheeks and fixed gaze on her eyes instead of anywhere else is enough to tell Hilda what she needs to know. Whatever hunger for food had been plaguing her before is the last thing she’s thinking about as she closes the space between them.

Other thoughts skip through mind instead. Like what it would feel like to have his strong hands pinning her wrists above her head, gripping her breasts, her waist, her ass. Another thought joins those: satisfying the curiosity of at least one of those things shouldn’t be that difficult.

She guides his hands to the small of her back, pressing herself up against him. ] 

Would exchanging our names help? That way I can proposition you properly. 

[bardische]

[ His eyes widen, gaze finally breaking to sweep down over what he can see of her when she moves his hands to the small of her back. Basch could convince himself he was misreading interest in almost any situation, but this is impossible for even him to twist.

It's also impossible to hide the way his own interest grows at her bold direction and now very close proximity. His fingers spread wide, thumbs hooking around her waist as he swallows and nods, feeling for all the world like an awkward school boy again. She's so radiant and confident, and he might as well be a tree. ]

Yes. I -- I'm Basch.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Even with her mind quickly becoming singularly focused on one thing, she can’t help but recognize the callouses on his palms that feel not so unlike her own. They’re not unwelcome though. On the contrary, in addition to the warmth that radiates from his touch, it only confirms that she’d (quite literally) be in good hands. Safety, security, a strong grip — what more could she want in a mate?

That thought should surprise her, but being this close, she can feel his growing interest between them and that takes precedence. Knowing that she’s wantes makes her lips curl into a smile similar to a pleased cat. ]

I’m Hilda.

[ Her hands trail up his chest, arms draping around his neck to draw him down towards her. She nuzzles briefly against his cheek, lips positioned just so near his ear so that her voice doesn’t even have to drop that low for him to hear her. ]

Do you think you could take me somewhere to fuck me now, Basch?

[bardische]

[ It takes so little to guide him down, even if his eyes widen and his lips part in surprise. It takes all his self-control not to moan. Strong, assertive, playful -- a better mate than he has let himself dream of, and yet he feels the mutual desire, even before she puts it so bluntly.

He's sure she can feel the way his cock throbs at the question, and by way of answer, his hands slide down to he ass, knee gently knocking her legs so he can sweep her into a bridal carry, not willing to relinquish the hands around his neck. ]

Whatever you desire [ he murmurs back, but then his gaze is on the beach, scanning for where to take her. They land on the cabanas. He had eyed them so uneasily this morning, not wanting to go into such clear fuck-rooms in a place that felt more normal than the rest of the casino, but now there is a hunger to have her somewhere private enough to keep her to himself, but also where anyone who ventures too close will clearly hear that she is his and he is hers.

It isn't a far walk, and her body sliding against his is a pleasure he almost can't stand, so that when he slips inside the tent -- not even noticing the way the rolled up panel unsticks itself to close behind them -- and sets her on the inexplicable dresser next to the large, tropical bed -- who puts a dresser on a beach? -- his arousal is so complete that it strains against the tiny swimming undergarment they'd outfitted him in.

His eyes rake over her again, hands lingering at her waist, and this time he leans over her, mouth crashing into hers as one hand slides against her breast, too impatient to remove the cloth just yet, even as he curses the barrier to her skin. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ There's a distinct joy in her laughter as she’s swept off her feet. The thought of removing her hands — and her gaze — from him is the last thing on her mind. She only has eyes for him, and those eyes happen to be full of want and adoration. Hilda trusts him to find them a place, a surface, anywhere to fuck. The thought of it being too public doesn't even cross her mind because frankly the where doesn’t matter so much as having him fill her does. And maybe she’ll be horrified later at that thought once the heat that grips her dissipates but right now all she can do is revel being pressed up against him like this and feeling the toned muscles and cords of his body as he walks with purpose.

She’d also love to know who puts a dresser on the beach - or she would if there weren’t more pressing matters at hand. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s been holding her breath until she seems him lean over her sizing her up like he’s trying to determine how best to begin devouring her whole. But when their lips crash together and her question of how his hands would feel on her is answered, she can’t help but smile.

One hand buries itself into the hair at the nape of his neck, while her legs loop around his waist to tug him that much closer. Feeling the press of his cock against her swimsuit prompts a little moan of want that’s muffled into their kiss as she arches into him and his touch. So hell bent on having less clothing between them, she doesn’t stop to consider that her top being removed might reveal the ugly scar it was hiding in the first place. Instead her other hand snakes between them, skillfully pushing the swimsuit that hugs the curves of his ass so nicely further down onto his hips to reveal some of his length, fingers skipping across the head of him teasingly and relishing in the slickness against her skin. ]

sorry for the delay! was out of town for the 4th

[bardische]

[ She buries her fingers into his hair and uses her entire body to pull him close, letting out a sound of want that nearly drives him mad. That's before her hand finds his cock, his head rearing back as he gasps. Everything feels hot, sensitive, like he was made for her and never knew it.

It's enough of a disruption that he manages to focus his movements for a moment, fingers deftly guiding the top of her swimsuit down from her breasts. He breathes out, want hanging on his breathless whimper, cupping each as he strokes her nipples. Between them, a scar, only affirming his warrior mate is both soft and fierce.

Even this distance is too much, though. One hand lingers to roughly knead that voluptuous warmth, the other tangling just as fiercely in her hair as he crushes their bodies back against one another, hips rolling against her of their own accord. He'd had plans to ravish her, work up to gasping before he took her, but now he can't focus past wanting their bodies to crash together, still where the heat of her is deafened by the fold of swim fabric. ]

don't you worry! i hope you had a lovely long weekend 💕

[theidlemaiden]

[ The sound of his need and want of her makes the desire inside of her curl and coil in pleasure. All she wants, all she needs is to make her mate feel good. When his head falls back her mouth doesn't pause, peppering him with kisses and scraping her teeth lightly along the column of his neck. So wholly concentrated on him she doesn't pause to consider her scar now laid bare to him. She should want to hide it, to cover up because it only proves to be proof of her shame and failure. Of a chapter of her life that she's terrified to acknowledge. But there is no room for shame or embarrassment when Basch deserves to be awash in her attention and his own pleasure.

As he begins to play with her nipples her own head falls back, lips parted in exaltation as they stiffen into peaks under his touch. The friction of his strong, calloused fingers sends her mind into a frenzy. Their bodies are a mess of fenetic energy, pressing and grinding against one another in a desperate attempt to make the other feel good. The hand playing with his cock tugs and twists as she tugs at his lips. She wants him inside her, to fill her, to claim her as his. She wants more. She wants him in all the ways there is to have him.

Roughly she tugs at the back of his hair, allowing her teeth to tug against his lower lip. ]

Basch - show me how badly you need me.

[ Unhooking her legs from around him, she begins to push him down between them. Relinquishing her grasp on him, she tugs the fabric of her swimsuit to reveal her aching cunt. ]

Because I need you. [ Her chest flutters. ] Please.

ty! it was very refreshing

[bardische]

[ He's not expecting her to meet his movements with the same ferocity. Teeth against his throat has him keening, body trembling under his own want and the intoxicating, undeniable truth that his mate wants him. He would do anything she asked, and his only remaining thoughts were how to thoroughly please her.

So when she guides him down, gives him that order, he gladly falls to his knees, eyes raking over her and hands coming to pull her swimsuit off the rest of the way, his own half-loosed cock forgotten. His breath catches at the sight of her cunt, wet and beautiful, and he hooks his arms under and around her thighs, guiding them apart as he turns to kiss and nip the warm inner flesh. ]

Hilda [ he murmurs, the name feeling somehow right when he says it.

And then his mouth is at her cunt, sucking against her sensitive bud before his tongue explores her folds, moaning against her as her taste and smell overwhelm his senses. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Every nip and scrape of Basch's teeth against her flesh has her trembling, hitching her breath as she watches him take his time making his way towards her. More potent than his touch however is the warmth in his voice and the way he says her name. There's longing there, a desire to make it known that she is his as much as he is hers. To feel wanted, to feel needed - knowing that her mate views her in the exact same light fills her heart more than she had ever thought imaginable. It blots out any shyness that might have come for being spread wide open for him like this.

The way he says her name has her breathing out in exaltation which is quickly pitched into a keen when his mouth finally finds her entrance.

The need for him is barely quenched. If anything it ignites further desire in the pit of her belly. Her legs shake and her thighs tighten around his neck, back arching as she picks up where he left off, twisting and rolling her nipples as she watches her mate adore her. Hips roll in time with his skilled tongue and the flush on her cheeks growing all the more rosy. ]

[bardische]

[ He moans deeply against her folds, aware she'll feel the vibrations as surely as he feels her thighs braced around him. She starts to rock against his mouth, and he takes the encouragement to press deeper, twisting against her warmth, teasing them both until his hips are rocking of their own volition.

Without stopping, he lifts her from the dresser, pausing only to make sure she's balanced and then to return his mouth to her clit, sucking hard as he turns the few steps to slide her onto the bed. He pulls back only to wrangle his bathing suit off the rest of the way, and then he climbs up after her, eyes taking in her fully naked body. ]

Gods you are radiant [ he murmurs, palming a breast anew before returning his mouth to her clit, this time sliding a pair of fingers into her clenching heat. He wants her to come, wants to hear her sputter and keen before he buries himself inside her, wants her so sensitive she can hardly stand it. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ It may come as a shock to hear but tender words like that usually elicited a flush of embarrassment from her. Just because she knows it doesn't mean that it makes it any easier to hear from someone so handsome in between her thighs. But her usual reaction is lost - along with the time look of adoration at the sight of his strong, sculpted body and the way he visibly wanted her - amidst the sensation of his mouth against her entrance and the feeling of his fingers inside of her.

They earn a sharp gasp from her trembling lips as she tightens around him. She squirms in his touch, hips reflexively bucking up against his palm and his mouth chasing pleasure. A whine escapes her next, wordlessly pleading for her lover to continue. The harder and faster he goes, the more he stirs the lust and desire for him. ]

Basch - Goddess, please -

[ She tries to keep her eyes on him, as if he might be a figment of a dream that could disappear should she close them. But with a flick of his tongue against her sensitive nub and a curved thrust of his fingers it sends her reeling and shuddering, head arching back into the mattress as her hands tangle in his hair to keep him there. ]

[bardische]

[ He moans, free arm braced across her stomach, head bobbing in earnest as he chases those dizzying reactions. Gods, she's perfect. Her legs around him and her hand demandingly in his hair are pure bliss. He wouldn't go anywhere, wouldn't dream of it, but being held in place just makes him groan harder, increasing his speed even as the desire to bury himself in her gets louder and louder.

He so rarely lets himself want someone, even considers that he could have them. But he wants her with every fiber of his being, and right now, she's telling him yes so enthusiastically that for once, he can revel in it. He's going to mate with her until they're both exhausted and spent, and then he's going to cradle her to him while she recovers, and the thought only drives him wilder.

He wants to feel he come against him. Wants to feel her whole body quake. ]