TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 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.

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Comments

[counterblowing]

Yeah. [It's a heady, low confirmation that can be felt purring in the hollow of her throat. Yeah, they are compromised. Yeah, she wants to fuck her just as badly. Her own hands position themselves on Hilda's hips, keeping her to her rhythm. Her breath just about completely stops whenever teeth graze her skin.

Never mind that they haven't kissed; they haven't even met, not properly. What does that matter now, though? Her desire is simultaneously fixated and indiscriminate. Her attention is wholly centered on Hilda, on the flush heat of being nestled between her thighs and the meandering of her fingers, but it doesn't matter that it's her. Not much matters - not the slow exploration that would make them more than strangers, not even her own belief that she isn't entitled to this sort of stupid, frivolous indulgence.

How does Hilda feel about kabedons? Well, it's a pillar holding up the thatched roof of the cabana booth, but that basically functions as a wall here. Rahu pulls her around the corner into the shade provided by the thatching, guiding her back against one such wooden pole. It's a little more private - by a percentage or so, little more than "not on the main walkway."]

Right now? [Rahu repeats with a soft curve to her mouth, pressing that smile to the delicate shell of her ear.] Right here? [It's pushing the statement to find the truth of it before there simply isn't another option than "right here, right now." Her own common sense is being pushed in the same way, every possible inhibitor disabled by spontaneity and impulsivity and need. Rahu's fingers find the dangling tie of Hilda's bikini bottoms, hooking but not unraveling.] Like this? If that's the case, I shouldn't have any trouble meeting your needs.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Similar thoughts bounce around in a faint echo somewhere at the very back of Hilda’s mind. Kissing at least will happen - or is very likely to anyway once they’re done with their proverbial chase. But they don’t even know each other’s names. At the very least that should be a bare minimum before this happens, right? But the pressure from Rahu’s thigh pressed into her is enough to make her ache and think that names can come later if only for the express reason of being able to cry it out.

A thrill shoots up her spine as she’s pressed up against the pillar and feels Rahu’s fingers skin her hips. There’s no time to be embarrassed either about the little moan that escapes her or the way that her hips jerk as lips ghost her ear. Her fingers tighten in black locks reduced to a needy, girlish thing rutting against the contact that quickly isn’t becoming enough. ]

Right here. It’s okay with me if it’s alright with you.

[ And she means it. The heat that has pooled in her stomach and the wetness between her thighs is a clear indication of that. The hand skimming and teasing her breast makes its way south, nails scraping lightly against the planes of Rahu’s stomach. Even without a little help, she’s never had a problem saying what she’s wanted. ]

I want your mouth on me. Your fingers inside me. [ Impatiently she tugs Rahu’s mouth towards her, lips hovering inches above them as they curl into a sweet smile. ] And I want to take care of you after too.

[counterblowing]

[The request alone baits a jolt of energy through her, and in response Rahu’s own hips give a few jerky thrusts forward, seeking a friction of their own and only fueling the inferno. It only furthers the ticklish scrape of nails against the plane of her stomach, shivering ripples trailing out from the touch. No stranger to the rush of blood in her ears that accompanies a singular, targeted focus, Rahu finds it’s all too easy to lapse into fixation. Her heart is loud. Rahu thinks, for the last time, that this is much more dangerous than it first seemed.

Winding the string tie around the knuckle of her forefinger, she gives it a sharp, rough tug, unraveling the thin lifeline keeping that bikini in place. Rahu slips her knee out to let the separated halves slip down, replacing it only seconds later with the palm of her hand. Ah.]

You weren’t lying. [Her ring and index fingers V along her labia, spreading her open to reveal the slick warmth of her cunt. Stroking impatiently to try and replace the rhythm set before by frantic rutting, Rahu manages a generous smile as she gets her fingers ready.] Failing to follow through on your request would just be letting you down.

[Urgency makes her rough. She has a call to answer. The heel of her hand grinds down in circles as her middle finger presses inside. It’s a primal urge that’s asking to be satisfied, and so finally getting it rips a fulfilled groan from her throat. Selfishly, it feels better than it has any right to feel. They can stay this way, but not for very long. The rampant hunger is in her kissing, too—far from perfect and all passion and tongue trying to taste something fleeting as she steals one from Hilda’s mouth, then the hollow of her throat, her clavicle. Given her height, it’s only a matter of time before mouthing along a line of kisses will have her kneeling in the sand, her too-hungry teeth brushing above Hilda’s navel.]

Here, [she invites Hilda’s thigh, tapping her shoulder. At the same time, her middle finger crooks, ever so slightly, and draws down.] I won’t waste any time.

[theidlemaiden]

Did you doubt me?

[ The question is lost to a pleasured keen as she feels Rahu's fingers enter her and the heel of her palm presses roughly into her clit. Her hips joly against the solid pressure, and even as she squirms, Hilda's body moves with her, the friction reducing her mind to a frantic buzz. She gasps in an attempt to catch her breath, glancing up just in time to see the way Rahu's face splits into a smile before their lips crash together. She hums, happily, hungrily against those lips as she deepens the kiss, fingers burying deeper into her hair. All she wants is to make her mate feel good. To make her awash in the headiness that she's feeling now.

The combination of Rahu's teeth scraping against her exposed skin along with her invitation pulls her back from her hazy daze. All she can do is moan, nodding frantically as she swings her leg up to rest on Rahu's shoulder. The muscles of her stomach pull taunt as she steadies herself, precariously balanced on one leg, fingers still tangled in Rahu's hair. Her hips rock slowly over the finger still inside her, drawing a whimper of need and a nod in place of words. ]

[counterblowing]

[Had she doubted her? Maybe that long-silenced voice of reason in the back of her head had supplied it. The impossible acceleration, the instincts that arrived without warning, their harried and single-minded actions... all of these things might have made her worry otherwise that this wasn't a pleasurable time. Instead, they seem to be swimming in it.

With the nod giving her the sign-off she was looking for, her eyes drop to the work, expression all lashes and lowered gaze. Her free hand helps settle Hilda's thigh on her shoulder, showing her how much of her weight she can safely hold (quite a lot of it, if she needs to) before ghosting across the fingers in her hair in encouragement. For Rahu, it's like having a lead line to guide and reinforce her. As eager to prove herself in this position as she is, she wants to get every little bit of guidance and feedback.] You're a little noisy, aren't you? [flash forward to "how lucky no one noticed us"] If that's how you feel, then don't stop.

[For what feels like the first time since things began to escalate, Rahu slows down. She idles her mouth along Hilda's lower stomach and down the outstretched line of her inner thigh beside Rahu's face. The pause gives her occupied hand time to explore and delve, cupping her mound to finger her better. Finally, with some regret, she removes her hand, though the resulting wet slide of the withdrawal is satisfying enough to make it feel worth it. She's a woman of singular focus; splitting her attention between two tasks right now would result in neither of them being performed particularly well. Quick to replace what she's taken away, she finally brings her mouth between Hilda's legs, tongue drawing along her open folds with a familiar pattern of strokes.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Regardless of whether or not she thought this pleasurable didn't seem to matter much to her. The rush of warmth and desire coursing through her was enough to tell her otherwise that she very much wanted Rahu. And if there was any doubt on the other woman's part, Hilda would have leapt at the chance to show her just how much she wanted her.

Fortunately she seems to accept what she says and does as confirmation enough. Being on the receiving end of that gentle teasing brings about a flush of colours to her cheeks as she settles her weight onto her shoulder. In any other circumstance she'd be more cautious about how much weight she puts on her partner, but instead she's met with a faint flicker and arousal of surprise seeing the way Rahu seems to handle it with ease.

Despite being told not to stop, that doesn't prevent a breathless protest from flitting to the tip of Hilda's tongue. ]

Hey! What's that supposed -

[ The protest dissolves into a whine that is only barely stifled by her biting down on her lips as she watches Rahu slide her fingers out from her. The absence of them is immediate but not so long that it has Hilda begging her to continue. Blissfully Rahu is on her again. The shape of Rahu's mouth is one that Hilda is happy to memorize. In the same way Rahu takes to pleasuring her, there's a focus on keeping her gaze on Rahu and the brightness of her eyes, the way nothing seems to matter except this. The draw of Rahu's tongue against her clit sends a shockwave through her and her thigh jerks as her hand presses into Rahu's hair, a silent signal to stay there. ]

[counterblowing]

((I can usually tolerate captcha on log posts, but if you would prefer to move it somewhere, that's totally fine with me!))

Hm. [She hums, as if the answer is some kind of secret. Well, that's exactly what it means. It's a good thing Hilda may have found the answer to her very own question. At the moment, Rahu isn't in any position to level a response.

The positive feedback rewards the insatiable urge just as much as it fuels it. As enticing as it is to think of pinning her to the ground and rutting against her, devouring her completely, performing well enough to receive such a pleasured response is working her up all the same. Rahu chuckles; maybe there's some genuine satisfaction woven in with that instinctual fulfillment. Something she hasn't experienced in years bubbles to surface: pride. Hilda might as well be patting her on the head and proclaiming she chose her partner well. Rahu would hate it if she were actively thinking about it. Maybe she'll hate it later. Not thinking properly might be her saving grace now.

She stays patiently in place as her head is held. This sort of order is one she feels no need to recklessly rebel against following. Her hands, however, are under no such direction, and they wander freely. She maps her stomach with one hand; the other trails still-slick fingers up the back of Hilda's lifted thigh to hold her from behind. All the while, her tongue laps obediently along her clit, in fast, impatient strokes that alternate with slower, deliberately knowing ones to draw her deeper into her mouth.]

[theidlemaiden]

( I don't mind at all if you're okay with it! )

[ It's possible there could be a little bit of pride in the afterglow of this - but the only praise she'd be singing would be Rahu's and how Hilda had been lucky enough to be picked by her. Nevermind that neither of them had had much choice in the matter but those details were quickly well beyond the scope of what she can formulate thanks to the warm vibrations of a telltale chuckle into her folds. The sound is soft but no less endearing, something she wants to chase again after all of this is over (although the thought of this being over is also quickly wiped from her mind).

There's a pleasured gasp at the feeling of fingers digging into the flush of her ass and the hand roaming the planes of her stomach is quickly tangled with Hilda's other hand like a lifeline. Despite the hand holding Hilda in place, her hips rock against her betraying just how desperate she is for release, for more.

She can begin to feel the pressure inside of her build under Rahu's skillful tongue and her thighs begin to tremble and clench. Hilda's head falls back against the pillar. Despite her open-mouth words seem beyond her ability at the moment. They don't seem necessary though. Not with the message her body sends as she comes. ] 

[counterblowing]

[She stays in place obediently, making no move to pull away or relinquish her duty until she's given rein to do so, tongue pathing in patient, languid strokes as she waits. Eventually, she puts some weight back on her heels, looking up with her face messy and her expression plaintive. Her hands, supportive and warm as they are, never quite stop moving, nothing but eager appreciation for the fingers in hers or the slim against her hand.]

More? Was that good? [There's a wildness in her offer that transcends even the mating fervor from the spiked food. It's glistening, fixated - on the cusp of not being a human level of focus at all. Her blown-out eyes are starving. It's obvious that she could continue unabated for quite a while. The force driving her is unnatural, but some of it seems to come from within. Her mind hasn't moved to reciprocation - certainly not yet - selfless in that same high-spun and manic way.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Rahu's question - her earnest, hungry question - has her laughing despite the fact that she's still working through her orgasm. Each little stroke of Rahu's tongue sends little shockwaves through her, folds still sensitive to the touch.

A part of her should question the glint of animalistic desire in Rahu's eyes. Wonder if there's more to it. But the rabbit meat has proven more than effective and fully taken hold of her faculties. A rabbit shouldn't be able to cry out for more but it howls in her chest, demanding. And to see Rahu still on her knees looking up at her like she could devour her whole? She'd let her.

But first she wanted a taste. Not just of herself on Rahu's lips and her fingers but Rahu herself. ]

You ate my pussy so well with that clever mouth of yours.

[ She pulls Rahu up by the wrists with more strength than her petite frame appears to have, drawing one of her fingers to her mouth. Her lips and tongue work it, cleaning it off while her burning gaze never leaves those piercing eyes of her perfect mate. ]

But if you want more of me, you have to earn it.