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

"Super Monika"? [ She scoffs. ] I give you a zero out of ten for that attempt at a superhero name for me. Do better next time!

[ As if she's offering any alternatives. It's not her job to, though. He's the weakling here. He's meant to defer to her!

As he approaches her, she gets further into her fighting stance. His height doesn't intimidate her. She's proven to him that she's not afraid to stand up to someone nearly a whole foot taller than her. And since she's guaranteed to win this brawl, it's time to think of a proper cheesy catchphrase to burn him with after she's standing over his semi-dead body. The bigger they are, the harder they fall! Nah, cliche. Now you're my beach! Nah, too cheesy. You just got Moni-ka'd! Because ka or something? Ugh, those all suck.

But the time's come! As he closes in, she does make an attempt to whap him. However, it ends up skirting past him, which may have something to do with him taking advantage of the height she didn't consider a problem. That, and the hesitation that followed, because her mind immediately jumped to the assumption that he was dropping down to end the fight with a kiss. ]

H-Hey, what are you--PUT ME DOWN!

[ Before he even has her on his shoulder, she's already kicking and flailing, shrieking some things that would up the rating of this action movie to NC-17. The moment she can, she's whacking his back with her tiny fists, squirming and twisting like a kitten about to be dumped into a bathtub. ]

You jerk! I was about to kick your ass! I want to kick more ass! [ FLAIL. PUNCH. KICK. ] Let me kick every ass on the beach!!

[ Neat, though. It's interesting feeling so tall! But anyway, back to being a brat. ]

This is illegal. I'm having you arrested! [ Then, there it is. The whining has begun. ] Raaaagnaaaa, put me downnnnn! What did I do to deserve thiiiiis?

[ The back of his hair gets a tug. Pay attention to herrrrr! ]

[ It's a good thing this is before Throat Goat. ...but then, what's cooking inside Ragna's head right now might not be any better. ]

You might not like what I come up with but. Alright. You asked for it.

[ He'll spring it on her when the time is right. Right now, however, he's too busy making himself out to be like the ogre in the hit "family" classic, GREK and hauling her away without so much as a care in the world. If she was expecting some kiss to disarm her, she would have to keep dreaming a little while longer. Besides, while she's not going unheard, cinching her by her waist, her kicking and whacking his back causing her to slip only a little. Just enough until his forearm is secured around the top of her ass. ]

Alright, but if I let you down, I ain't bailing your ass out if you get arrested for kicking EVERY ass on the beach.

[ "I'm having you arrested!" ]

[ What the hell for?! It's not like this is the first time that Ragna's "kidnapped" her, after all. But that's when she starts to really whine. And while he doesn't quite let her down yet, his hold of her is gentler...train your ears, Monika. Because if you stop crying and whining and tugging on his hair long enough, you just might hear something. His shoulders shake a little. A deeper chuckle. She tugs his hair again, and he at least stops walking by the time the two of them find themselves in a more secluded part of the beach, with nothing but a couple unsuspecting lounge chairs with matching umbrellas and bungalows in the distance from them. ]

Hahahaha... [ Ragna's laughing. He's not laughing at her. He's smiling. Regardless of how well he'd be able to handle himself against those gullheaded freaks or not, Monika still came for him. And...the thought was nice. Maybe when the two managed to calm down a little more, he'd even let her treat him to ice cream again. The laughter gradually ebbs away, however, as he looks up at, admittedly, Monika's ass since she's hauled over his shoulder... ] Okay, okay. I'll put you down. But only if you promise not to beat me up.

[ She might not like it? Sounds sus. He can't be allowed to disparage the future Queen Throat Goat! ]

I retract my request! [ Well, it was more like a demand, but... ] I can't trust you! Not when you decided to pick! up! an innocent! girl!

[ Did he like how she punctuated that with tiny bops? Tiny useless bops. God, is he made of adamantium? Maybe she needs to be asking him for workout tips? Actually, no. That might be an excuse for him to make "Swoleika" her superhero name. Awful, so awful. You're terrible at this, Ragna!

On the bright side, slipping further down his backside has made most of her kicking cease. Her ponytail's dragging through the sand now, and finding a good angle to whack him isn't so easy anymore. Also, uh, she's afraid any extra movement is going to make other parts of her pop out. ]

If I get arrested, so what! I'll just bribe the beach cops! And...!

[ Is he--? No way. He's laughing?! If this was his method to finally disarm her, it's doing a great job. She's too shocked to be annoyed at him or yell at him for assuming the laughter's directed at her. This is about the time he drops her and runs off to laugh his way through a killing spree, isn't it? Perhaps she should think hard on how to proceed from here, as she'd prefer not to be his first victim. ]

Well...I guess I can show you my skills some other time. You're lucky!

[ Though she'd reconsider if she knew he was sneaking a peek at her cheeks. Not that it's easy to look away from them. All the kicking and flailing has her already short shorts disappearing into the cracky abyss. So uncomfy... ]

Put me down on the count of three, then! One, two...

[ Three! As one final act of revenge, she jerks up, then uses the momentum to slam down both of her palms flat against his butt. Now she's the one laughing her ass off. You butt-er believe she wasn't going to let him get away with treating her like a giant doll! ]

Lucky freakin me.

[ Yeah sorry not sorry for the condition of Monika's backside. She's also not about to help her case in the naming department when she suddenly decides on "Three!" to jerk up from where she's hanging to slap her hands straight into his ass. It doesn't hurt, even if it's a muffled sting through her swimming trunks! But he's in a better mood already because of her that any bristling or barking he'd send her way is quelled by the fact he's carefully hoisting her back up from where she's hanging, so that her midsection is better perched on his shoulder and her butt is in better view from his periphery as he starts kneeling down. ]

Hey! Easy there, Buttfloss!!

[ Aaand down she goes. At least he didn't drop her on her head out of reflex, making sure it's her feet that touch the ground while her toes dip into the sand, waiting for her to find her own bearings before he can think about shuffling back and standing upright in front of her. If she gives him the chance to, anyway. ]

Super lucky! [ Her laughter temporarily stops when she's hefted into a "better" position on his shoulder. ] I took a kickboxing class at the gym once!

[ This makes her a true expert. She'll be getting OHKOs on him left and right. Total 360 no scope on his ass! Speedrunning him to his demise! ragnadork.chr deleted forever!

Asses will continue to be the soup du jour of the moment, though! In the middle of her next bout of dumb laughter, he finally releases her from her booty-viewing prison, lowering her to the sand. She squeaks at the sudden change in her head's orientation, the blood sloshing around into the places it belongs temporarily making her lightheaded. Then, he does it. He utters the most awful word she's ever heard, and she's had to be around Rinne for more than five minutes at a time! Multiple times!

A long silence follows as she continues digesting this. Clearly, she misheard. Clearly, he didn't completely ruin part of her dental hygiene routine indefinitely. Yes, maybe her shorts have been nommed by her butt enough that she's afraid her body composition is now 5% fabric. But. But(t)! Butt. Floss. Butt and floss. Floss and butt. He put those words together. He committed a word crime of epic proportions.

Butt.

Floss.

BUTT.

FLOSS!!!!

Monika stumbles backwards herself, scoffing in shock. Then disgust. Confusion. Dismay. Anger. A whole gamut of emotions. But eventually, she's giving him a series of disbelieving stares full of this energy.

Wait for it. A Monibomb is about to explode. ]

Did you.

[ She takes a deep breath. Flails a little. Stares up at the sky as if the Great Booty Daddy of the Sky can help her through this. ]

Really just.

[ Her breaths get harder. Faster. She needs all the oxygen she can get to assure the entire beach knows of this affront to all human decency. And her butt! ]

Call me.

[ She sounds like a locomotive. Choo choo! ]

Goddamn.

[ Grand finale time! ]

BUTTFLOSS?!

And now you're an asskicking martial arts master. You'd REALLY be making me shake in my boots if I were wearing any.

[ Then he stands upright, giving her space to reassert herself. Only...she's not saying anything. She's digesting his words after that little squeak she lets out. Or rather. The two he combined together in the heat of the moment. It had been intended to be a throwaway, never to be seen or heard from again. That was the truth! Until he could feel the heat in the air beginning to blister. It has nothing to do with the beating "sun" overhead. No. Oh no. This is a crime all of his own volition now. He just doesn't fully realize it yet. ]

Uhh... Monika? [ Waves a hand in front of her face. ] You okay there?

[ Disgust. ]

Was it...something I said?

[ "Did you." ]

Uhhh-

[ "Really just." ]

[ Oh gods he's already flinching with every paused sentence. The corner of his face is already cringing as every fibre of his being was telling him to run. But of course he won't. This is comedic. It's not actually life-threatening. But gods was the feeling STILL there as Monika prepares to bring back the trainwreck that was their relationship and have it crash vehemently through the fucking station. Until finally, like a pressure cooker that somebody didn't know how the fuck to use because they didn't read the manual...

She explodes. And he's pretty sure not only could the whole beach hear her, but every floor down to the haunted abyss. To the goddamn reflection leading to the OTHER Roost as ghoulish patrons stuck on the other side shudder as they get a sense that SOMEBODY somewhere somehow fucked up. And all that Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge can do is lean back, an incredulous look on his face as he tries to scramble together whatever cohesive thoughts he could muster before Monika attempts to kick sand in his eyes or worse. He thought HE had a short temper?

~~How's that narrative of looking in mirrors everywhere you go turning out, man?~~ His heart is alreadyh hammering wildly in his chest and his skin crawling as if telling him this was life or death. ~~It's not. Just hahaha.~~

All over: ]

WHAT? It's a descriptive term!! I could see your ENTIRE ass!!

[ And NOT because he was in the middle of clapping it. FDSKLJHA ]

....

[ ...Okay. Okay. Because he's NOT at odds with her like his future self would be with a particular mercenary, Ragna waves his hands dismissively as if to dispel the situation. Was it going to work? Maybe. Maybe not. But at least he doesn't double down after that statement. He's not denying it. ~~Was he looking? He was totally looking.~~ ]

Look, Monika, it was throwaway thing, WASN'T gonna ever use it again, it was IN the moment and—

SHUT! UP!

[ He'd thought she was loud in the past. Now? He can have an idea of just how damn loud she can get! Monika's always been bad about using her inside voice, just as she's bad at letting her inside thoughts remain inside. With having to fight a constant onslaught of being called "weird" or "insane" by others for months, that's only gotten worse. Add some nitro to her already short fuse, and this is what happens.

Congrats, Ragna. You've really outdone yourself with this one. ]

"Descriptive term" my-- [ Don't do it. Don't finish that with "ass". She grits her teeth. ] My left boob!

[ Perfect recovery. ]

And whose fault is it that my entire! ass! is hanging out, huh?! [ She stomps her feet, spraying sand everywhere. ] Ohhhh, right! It's the giant jerk that threw me! over! his stupidly solid shoulder! And! AND! Why were you staring at it in the first place?!

[ Her anger seems to go out like a light. Saying this has suddenly reminded her that her ass is, indeed, still hanging out. As dignified as she can manage to be with yanking out one hell of a wedgie, she unstuffs her booty cheeks. Much better.

Then suddenly, gotcha! She's still angry as fuck! Her body crouches low, and she seems to be gearing up to attack a man nearly a foot taller than her, determined to spear him like a certain tribal chief--! ]

Hey, hey! Wanna try a free sample, you two?

[ Monika stumbles to a stop, blinking rapidly at the person who's just rolled up to them, pleasant and cheerful. Talk about a lack of situational awareness...

She glares at their source of fightus interruptus, then growls and snatches up a conveniently vegetarian skewer. Without hesitating, she chomps on some onion slices, because even after being at the resort this long, the lesson of not being a dummy with food still hasn't sunk in. ]

You. [ A quivering finger is pointed in Ragna's direction. ] Are so dead when I'm done. [ She huffs, moving on to a red pepper, then wipes her forehead. ] I'm kinda lightheaded, anyway. This heat's way too much...

[ Then remove the jacket, idiot. ]

[ And he thought she was a howler in the sack... She's SO over the top angry that he can't even make an attempt to match her or start yelling back. NOW he's actually starting to feel bad. And given her track record for letting her feelings go in such an exuberant fashion and how aware he was of it all, that's saying something. Just like the first time she'd scolded him for his insensitive gratitude upon his birthday, he's almost looking...pitiful. Oversized Great Dane all over again as he looks down at her with a furrowed brow that just screams "how the hell do I fix this shit". ]

Why the left boob specifical—

[ "And whose fault is it that my entire! ass! is hanging out, huh?!" ]

OKAY just. STOP! I'm sorry! Alright?! Didn't realize you'd get so twisted up over getting called that so I take it back, alright? So you can stopwhyyy do you look like you're about to spear me. I'm NOT gonna topple over and this is NOT gonna end well for you so—!!

Hey, hey! Wanna try a free sample, you two? ]

Huh??

[ Normally, getting interrupted like this would have warranted a terse and colder, "You need something?" making it blatantly clear that they were interrupting business that clearly wasn't theirs. But being introduced to a set of skewers, all with a succulent looking brown sauce glazing them, and the fact it's effectively frozen Monika in her tracks and prevented her from spearing his ass like the OTC she is... Heaving a longer sigh of relief, he accepts what appears to be an all-meat skewer for himself, giving his short thanks before the jovial staff member is on their way. But not before telling them to tell their friends! Stop by for some flamin' hop skewers! They're all the craze and will certainly satisfy your urge for some spice in your life.

Now it's just the two of them. Awkwardly standing there, free food in hand. Before he can so much as take his first bite, Monika points her quivering little finger his way. ]

Yeah yeah, wouldn't be the first time I got that threat.

[ He'll just pick her up. Again. For now though, he tears off an end of the rabbit skewer, the meat surprisingly tender and the sauce the right amount of spice for his liking as he gives it an appreciatively slower chew before swallowing. ]

Lightheaded? [ The fact his life is on the line takes a backseat to closing some of that distance between the two of them. ] Taking that jacket off'll help, for starters.

[ She can do it herself though. He doesn't want to proverbially poke the bear any more than he already has...not yet anyway. The spice is already sifting through his system, and he can't help loosing a huff of his own. He's not lightheaded himself, but... ]

Come on. Let's go sit down if you're feeling dizzy.

[ Why must he interrupt her insane ranting? Can't a girl just yell needlessly at a guy in peace? Be the scolded Great Dane and whine pitifully, then it'll make dragging him around by his collar feel soooo much better!

Er. That's just an inside thought. Don't worry about it. She's not into domination or anything!

Anyhow! If they hadn't been interrupted, she'd probably have shot back with Would you like it if I called you Speedofloss?! Or perhaps Speedobreaker, since that poor strip of fabric couldn't dare contend with a dick as giant as his. Alas, now they must suffer eating free food that's incredibly yummy, though it's a bit past her spice tolerance. Ow. Though she's going to try to ignore where the "hop" is coming from in his skewer... ]

Shut up, Ragnadork. I'd mess you up more than anyone else! [ An announcer would cry out about the man's family! ] Also? It's called suffering for beauty! This thing's too cute to take off!

[ He may notice she's pouting after eating a bit more. Showing concern for her well-being? So gross. She loves it. But being nice won't let him get off scot-free so easily! She's still incredibly annoyed! ]

I'd ask you to carry me to a chair if I didn't think you'd use it as an excuse to nearly see my starfish again. Hmph.

[ And with the snootiest hair flip ever, she stomps away and heads to the nearest chairs to sit. Well, "stomps" is a strong word. It's like watching someone try to be angry while walking through marshmallow fluff. Each soft, tiny thud is positively adorable. Once she finally sits, she takes off the jacket. It's not because he suggested it! It's because she doesn't have to look as cute while sitting!

When he joins her, she'll finally seize her opportunity. ]

Ballfloss!

[ Because the Speedo would get pulled too tight from all the junk it had to contain. Or something. ]

[ Scolded Great Dane has left the building. Now he's older, wiser Pit Bull whose seen way too much shit. But at least, understanding Monika so much more now over the months they've spent together in this resort, he's far more understanding and patient with her. No amount of time can erase the moment they shared in the maze and the revelation it stirred inside her soul. As for their skewers they were gifted free samples of, luckily Monika's vegetarian one only had the spiced glaze of it to contend with. Especially for one with such a loftier rank as hers, they couldn't afford to upset one of their most well-praised guests! ]

That's...more like suffering for stupidity. And I'll do it, but I do NOT wanna take you to the Broken Wing over heatstroke.

[ Tearing off another piece of his skewer, the texture is surprisingly tender. He's actually going to need to track down whoever made these and ask for their secrets. ...Assuming they'd even give it to him in the first place, knowing that he's still so damn close to the bottom of the deck. The pout on her face registers with him, which nets her a gentler chuckle as he finds himself calming down after that whole Seagull Lifeguard fiasco. He's not far behind as she huffily shuffles through the sand on her way to one of those chairs with a parasol hanging overhead. That way they can beat the heat! And thankfully, she does heed his request to take her breezy jacket off, giving her an appreciative nod as he sighs, taking his own seat beside her.

Right on cue for her to attempt to pick up right where they left off with this impromptu "battle" of theirs as he throws up an ~~the People's~~ eyebrow before deciding he's going to follow suit. If only because the sun must have gotten to him harder than he initially thought with the rolling waves of heat that course through him. So off his own jacket goes, the arm-length black sleeve adorning his right still present as he wasn't prepared to just let anybody see what was lying underneath. It's a big tensor bandage! Like that athletic tape he sees around to sate aches!

...Is gonna be his excuse to anybody else besides Monika and other close ones. ]

Ballfloss. That literally makes zero sense.

[ Sure thing, Mr. Worldwide. That version of Monika is currently out to lunch. He gets the bitchy, annoying side of her that comes out whenever she's miserable for some reason or another. Other people suffer for it, because misery loves company and other such cliched sayings.

Having some time to sit before he's arrived has let her stew in something more than unbearable heat. Calling her stupid (but not really, despite what she thinks)? Awful! Saying she might need help from a heatstroke she's definitely not trending towards? Unforgivable! Being so goddamn nice? The absolute worst! What next, is he going to save some downtrodden kids at an orphanage? Such a saint! He's so perfect! He's so...

She's forgotten what she was going to gripe about, and she sure as hell has forgotten to explain in extreme detail what his new superhero name is supposed to mean. Her heart's pounding. He's taking her breaths and stomping them into the sand with a devastating finishing move. Yeah, it's not like she hasn't seen his body to a degree that some would find questionable, but...

God. He's hot.

Her chewing comes to an abrupt stop. She realized she'd been doing nothing but eating and staring at him like he was a fresh bone to gnaw on next. Oops. Her head turns away, but it's not long before she's peering back at him through her hair. ]

You must be working out in your sleep, Mister Studedge.

[ The remainder of her skewer ends up being placed on the table between them. She then lies back in the chair and shields her eyes from the sun (and him) with her arm. Maybe she is overheated. It's not like she knows what normal summer weather is truly like. ]

You're making Adonis jealous. [ Her chest rises and falls with a sigh before she shuts her eyes. ] And me. The things I'd do to see that view in my bed every night...

[ A touch of drowsiness is drawing out more of the inside thoughts. Deal with it. ]

[ It's a very good thing that he's had ample experience in handling bitchy and annoying! It's also a good thing that this was just yet another part of who she was as a person. That, and while he'd genuinely apologized...he'd also found himself finally becoming more comfortable in her presence to start teasing back. Not barking in response to an insult or an insecurity, but...he supposes he should just be more forthcoming next time and just tell her that her ass looked cute in those shorts. A thought that's only just now flooding his brain after he's taken enough bites of that savoury skewer of his.

Which means that he's also in a hurry to finish the rest of it off before he decides to unceremoniously just toss it on the ground. With how tender and easily it melts in his mouth, it's not so hard as he makes quick work of it whilst watching her lie on her back. ]

What's that?

[ Swallowing down what remains of his own skewer, a heated sigh escapes him as he doesn't bother lying down yet as he finds his gaze drawn upon Monika's own lounging body. Mismatched red and green eyes that would otherwise hold a more modest look upon her as they conversed and caught up, are becoming more and more honed in on certain parts of her body... ]

I wouldn't be talking if I were you. [ From the rise and fall of her full chest, flashes of white replacing her in his mind with the same girl on his birthday, robe loosely hanging off her shoulders while her more voluptuous figure is suddenly glistening in pearly white streaks of him. The flash of visual in his brain causes his breath to clip, however, whilst she speaks a little too honestly for her own good, face flushing red as he feels an immediate pang of hunger shooting down to his lower abdomen, stirring butterflies before that pooling heat becomes downright molten between his legs.

But the effects of the rabbit meat and sauce on his system are at war with something else. The sweltering fatigue that rocks through his body as he barely gets his own words out upon admiring her body as reality briefly returns. The "overheating" Monika in her white top and pink shorts, those creamier thighs of hers hugged by her dark leggings as he finds himself swallowing oh-so-thickly on his tongue. ] You looking like that's got me...wanting to.....

[ His head dips. ]

Wanting to.....

[ And while he doesn't downright pass out? He's suddenly on the brink of it, heart hammering away wildly in his chest as his eyelids grow heavier by the second. Whatever he wants to say, it may very well have to wait. Monika hearing how badly she's making him want to get on top of her and tear those buttflossing shorts off her body. How badly he wants to outdo his old performance, overwrite and delete the hunt and just breed her for real— to the point that she'd question the next morning if she'd been knocked up. That and the numerous other unfiltered thoughts stuffed away in the back of his brain are losing to the urge to sleep, unaware of the more ethereal effects of these particular lounging chairs they find themselves lying in as he starts lowering himself down onto his side, panting softly as he looks over at her at his side. ]

Damn...I'm sleepy...

[ The sober part of him wants to fight this. To get up and get Monika out of here. The beast within him, the rabbit, wants to fill her holes copiously until all she could remember was the shame and warmth of him everywhere. And now this side? The sleepy side? Wants to take him to a place where they can test that little theory. ]

[ One eye creaks open to look at him. The hell is he saying? Having flopped down like a dead fish onto her chair first, she's already way too wrapped up in the Sandman's embrace. ]

Shbruaplkg.

[ Yes, what came out of her mouth was total gibberish. The eye she'd opened has already closed again, the lid dropping like a rock after the extreme effort it took to open it. If she had more of her mind about her, she'd realize something was up beyond the familiar effects of being dosed with aphro. But then, why is he suddenly so sleepy, too?

Her chest rises and falls in exaggerated movements, giving him a good parting view while she's putting up one last fight against the heavy weight of tiredness. One hand jerks to her lower abdomen to clutch it as well, because the exhaustion's done nothing to quench the insatiable to need to plant herself on the muscled body nearby. She whimpers quietly, legs shifting, aiming to get one off the chair. If anything, she'd love to yell at him for his idea of suggesting they sit. Let her pass out in the sand like a normal person!

One by one, each limb slackens, and she's out.

...For a minute. Monika blinks rapidly, then sits up in confusion. The first thing she notices is that the sky looks trippy as hell. Right, so. This is probably her brain in the process of getting fried. Cool, cool. Now she gets to be the idiot who got a new life and wasted it because she wanted to be cute on the beach. She huffs, kicking off her tennis shoes--such an impractical kind of shoe for the beach--then each thigh-high follows, also equally impractical. There. Some relief.

Except not.

She spots him out of the corner of her eye. Immediately, a different kind of heat sears her skin all over again, timed with the sharp burning sensation between her shoulder blades. No thoughts are in that head of hers. It's only Ragna, the only focus of her hallucinatory dive into death.

Regardless of if he's awake yet, she crosses the small space between them and straddles his hips, sighing in satisfaction once she can drag her fingers over his chest. As they press in, heading towards his shoulders instead, she leans down over him, joining the exposed parts of her sweaty skin with his. Soon, her face hovers above, heavy breaths blowing over his mouth. ]

Hey.

[ If he's not awake, guess what? She's going for a slap. If he is? Believe it or not, she's going for a slap. Her dying moments are going to be utilized to the fullest, to take down the person who got her into this mess.

After she fucks his brains out, anyway. ]

Moni...ka...?

[ Her whimpering, panting state was the last thing he could see before the irresistible urge for slumber overwhelms him. Nodding his head, he fights it one more time. Two more times. But it's on the thrice nod that Ragna feels his head hit the cushioning of his lounge chair for good. Sure, he got a parting shot of Monika's ample chest heaving with emphasis while she struggles to stay awake, but he wouldn't be separated from her for long before those heavy lids of his awaken to the same ethereal looking sky. Wavy liens, beautiful pink clouds, and the sounds of the waves continuing to gently roll ashore in the distance. ]

Nngh...my body feels...so heavy. The hell's going on?

[ Only Ragna wasn't going to have the time allotted him to fully register that before another sensation surges through his very being. A familiar one that had the core of his chest positively thrumming with want and need. It doesn't hurt, but goes does it feel like his heart is being cinched so tight anyway, causing him to gasp for a moment until he's joined by the poet straddling those hips of his and rubbing herself flush against his hardened frame. Suddenly, lightheadedness makes him feel like he's swimming, his heightened senses honing in on the allure that was the girl he'd been thinking about before succumbing to sleep in the first place. The same girl who was invading his thoughts and turning them downright salacious before she was gliding her more curvy figure against his more rock-hard skin. The wash of her warm breath over his mouth urges him to lean up to want to just kiss her without fully understanding why.

But before he can get a chance to do that... ]

Hey—

[ SLAP! AND SUDDENLY. AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT COUPLE MOMENTS? HORNY GONE. CONFUSED ANGER BONER COMMENCE. It may be a dream, but that stings??? ]

What the SHIT, Monika?!

[ What a thing to bark back with when your hands were squarely on that ass, by the way, looking up into those green eyes of hers both befuddled and aroused. ]

[ Look at his face! She snickers in complete satisfaction. It's exactly what he deserved, and he reacted just how she wanted him to. Ahh, it's so good to be the queen.

She knows, though. She knows he's being dragged into a deranged pool of desire, just as she is. Go figure--die in a sex resort, and you go out horny as hell! What else is new? ]

You know exactly what you did, Studedge.

[ No, he doesn't...? No one said she had to be logical, though. It's not like he is. Staring up at her, face scrunched up in anger, befuddlement, arousal, all in that cute way she loves so much. And oh, that possessive hold. She wouldn't encourage that sort of thing with anyone else. Above all, she likes to be in control. Maybe he had something to do with that.

Maybe he also had something to do with her gaining some serious seductress skills, because she's about to use them now to cinch her control. Or so she assumes. ]

Look at you. Just like an angry little puppy that hates having to obey his master.

[ Her tongue slides out past her lips, then she slowly licks her index finger. Reaching down, the fingertip runs over the lips that could've met with hers, pressing into his soft, pink flesh, wetting it and marrying their saliva into one. When she's done, she licks her finger once more, sighing in deeper satisfaction. ]

Good thing I know how to keep you tamed~

[ Smirking, she sits up, pushing her hips down onto him more firmly, shifting her ass side to side under his strong grip. This has the effect of shaking her chest, the pinkish hues of the sky tinting her skin and the sweat lazily rolling into her cleavage. For someone that wants to be in control, she sure is playing in a dangerous game. The chain holding him back from snapping at her face has never been very strong, has it?

Oh well. Safety is overrated. ]

Then mind filling me in, Lil Monix??

[ He was everything of a maelstrom that Monika had fallen for, all rolled up into one. But at the core of it all, despite the fact his Diamond Tattoo was a burning shade of crimson and blackened around the edges, Ragna was still the man in control at the end of the day. It was his choice. His decision. And all signs were pointing towards him crumbling to his own desires that never waned from the day that he met her. From the dangerous rendezvous in the elevator when they were still mere wildcards, to that fateful night she made his birthday feel important for the first time in his life...

Who the hell was he kidding? He hadn't gotten her out of his head from day one. It only got stronger, despite the fact Ragna may have been the one to feed into her seductress skills. After all, who was the one that encouraged her to flex just how much of an overachiever she was for her birthday boy? Who drove him senseless over the phone and via text before desperation clutched their hearts and saw her braving the depths to try and break that shitty bed of his? Who was wetting her lips for him now, reaching down and tapping his lips as he sighs hotly against her slender digit? ]

Moni...ka...

[ Her. Just her. It's always been her. She was every bit human as he was. Her soul was laid to bare for him in every conceivable way, and deep down...he revelled in it. Because if Ragna was supposed to be honest with himself as she sits up and pushes her hips more firmly into his hands, squeezing her ass through those enticing shorts of hers...

You've liked her all along, haven't you, Mr. Grim Reaper? You wanted to protect that soul you saw in her this whole time? That smile and happiness you personally blessed her with? The light in her heart despite the darkness that festers in yours. ]

You say that like you WANT me to be tamed.

[ Who was to say that despite nurturing and protecting that soul...that there wasn't something exciting and perverse about seeing it so corrupt because of him? Because everything she's doing for him now, enticing his eyes with the way droplets of sweat slide into her cleavage and invited his mismatched gaze to those perfect breasts pressed together in her top, her taut belly, her deliciously soft thighs straddling the sides of him...

Far be it from her very own Studedge not to answer in kind. Not in this dreamscape they found themselves in and the fact she had a fully-activated Black Beast to contend with.

He's been rock hard for a good while now...hasn't he? What better way to tell then the way he guides her to grind her hips a little bit further back so he can reach down to shove the front of his trunks further out of the way? Until with a very promising and proud lurch his massive cock rests against her stomach, the swollen head of him reaching dauntingly past her navel and just shy of the underswell of her tits. ]

[ Lil Monix explains nothing, giving an annoying little shake of her head instead. Denying him answers will rile him more. She wants the beast inside him. More than dying horny, she wants to go out with a real bang.

It seems like she'll have her wish. The taste of his saliva has been just as heady as it's always been when his Diamond pulls the strings, the aphro pulsing through her with ferocious intensity. It'll only get worse; she knows this. She knows the rocky road this will lead them down.

Unlike him...she's no good at controlling herself. She likes to think she is, but she's a feather in the wind, carried by her every impulsive whim. Whenever the resort breaks down what semblance of self-control she has, this is the sort of thing that happens. Do what feels good. Do whatever will make her happy. Live her best life, even if it'll make her bleed the blood she should be fighting to keep inside. But who cares about blood when there's apparently none left to spill?

This bang better be nuclear, then. ]

Who wouldn't want to tame you~? You're the most dangerous game! [ She boops his nose, but her hand slowly eases away afterward. Her focus is moving elsewhere. ] Especially...when...

[ Oh. Oh God. Yes God. The shift of her hips, each hint of what lay beneath those trunks, pressing against her aching folds beneath her shorts...nothing can compare to the sight of it. Her breath catches once, twice, so many more times, each paired with a tremble of her body.

Her lips remain parted as she tears her gaze away from the monster lurking below, staring instead at his face. Her Spade quickly shoves her forward, her hands pressing down on his shoulders as their faces come close again. Immediately, her torso's sliding up and down against the thick length pushing up into her wet skin, pulling a soft moan out of her. Nowhere close to being inside her, and she's already moaning for him. ]

What's this, then? [ She huffs in amusement, biting her lower lip. ] You show me yours, I'll show you mine?

[ She's game. The "mine" ends up being her breasts. It takes only one hand for her to grab the bottom of her top and pull it over her head, discarding it into the sand. Her breasts fall free, one bounce, another--but they hover above his skin, each firm nipple so painfully close to touching him, the air between their bodies burning hotter. An invite? A taunt? ]

Speaking of, let's play a game. I make you cum first, then...you lose!

[ That's it. That's the game. After the cheekiest, messiest kiss in the world, she scrambles down his body like an orc seeking some delicious manflesh. In this case, she's aiming for the sausage he'd dangled before her. As long as he doesn't stop her downward journey, jamming his cock deep into her mouth should help the resort's premier cheater win an already rigged game. ]

[ Gods, all it was going to take was a simple, subtle shift of her hips. Just a little higher and he could tip his cock just right and help her sink alllll the way down. Take a crack at trying to fit him in this lust-addled euphoria they find themselves drowning in together. If she thinks they've bitten the dust? Then he'll remain the anchor for both of them so that they may not drift too far away. Not when he wants to stay so close to her. Like her heat, her words, her promising tone, were all lifelines he couldn't imagine being without. ]

Yeah, show me, Monika.

[ Give him a fucking show. Tug the edge of those shorts aside and give him a good look at that perfect little pussy he's messed up time and time again. Give him a heavensent view of those tits that kept him up at night on numerous occasions. She's taunting him. He damn well knows it when she discards her top and her breasts spill out. From day one, Ragna's taken the time to lavish her with attention from top to bottom whenever they found themselves losing control around one another. But she knew it. He knew it. She can twist his arm for an answer and he'll tell her every time that he only wished he wasn't such a mindless little jackrabbit when the hunt was on. So that he could have better appreciated the sensation of her breasts wrapped around his cock the first time before they finished making a mess right on the basement floor.

This was their chance to rectify all of that. For as long as they pleased in this dreamscape where no one was around to bother them. He can handle her obsessive desires...if only because the diamond in him lusts and turns him into just as greedy of a beast. Their eyes lock after licking his lips, netting one celebratory squeeze of one of her generous breasts before she lays out the rules for him. He cums? He loses.

But Ragna can't just "give up" so easily. So while he nips at her bottom lip after the wettest, heated kiss that sees a thinning line of saliva break after glistening beneath the sun's rays, he's powerless to stop her as his hands smooth down her back, all the while shuffling himself to sit just a little more upright in his chair with those legs of his spread so that Monika can get comfortable. ]

I can't fight back like this! [ He sounds so broken up about it. ~~Not.~~ It's hard to sound broken up about it when his cock stands at attention in front of her face. ...But hey, if Monika ever needed a sun visor, she's got one right now. ] I'm taking every round after this one. Fair warning.

"Taking"? [ She scoffs, amusement and disbelief caught up in it. ] Yeah, okay. Good luck with that, Dudedge.

[ His taut thigh gets a sharp pinch, then she blows raspberry. ] What's there to fight? You're losing even if you don't cum!

[ See? Cheater. Really, the only goal here is to somehow find a way to annoy him with pleasure. It's some twisted form of revenge for his murder by proxy, a weird sort of improvised game. Fitting. She's never been one who likes to remain tied to one genre.

But boy oh boy, that cock is definitely blocking out some sun. Once she's settled between his legs, good and comfortable thanks to him making plenty of room for her, she's gone back to locking her eyes on the pinnacle of dickdom looming before her. Is it only her dying brain's imagination, or is Mr. Super Nine now a Mr. Super Holy Fuck? No, no way. He can't somehow get bigger...

Never mind it. She leans in, fingers pressing into skin while she braces herself. If he was hoping for plump breastage to be pillowing his cock, it's happening already, an unintentional tease while she mulls over her plan of attack. Her tongue runs across her tender lips, licking up her share of his remaining saliva there. Her heart beats quicker. Once again, she gets to taste him the way no one else can, as she's delusioned herself to believe. He wants only her. He needs only her. How else will she remain happy?

He needs to be hers forever, no matter if it's in life or what follows it.

Nails scrape across his heated skin, soon reaching their ultimate target. One hand wraps around him, then the other, and immediately it seems like she's done nothing to capture his length. At best, she's only holding a third of him. Maybe half? If she were a different kind of girl, very mindful, very demure, she'd probably be intimidated and rethink her insanity.

Ha.

Her mouth is on him with a hungry grunt, tongue eager and wild, desperate to drink in whatever taste of him has leaked out of his lower head. That appetizer is quickly gobbled up, however, and she's scrambling for the main course. Already, she's rushing to take him further, aiming to get him deep into her throat.

Suddenly, she yanks her head back, swallowing down a gag and coughing. She stares at his upper head and into his eyes, panting heavily, spit leaking out of the corner of her mouth. ]

Wh-What the hell did you do? Did you work out your dick, too?!

[ She should not be gagging so soon! She knows that trouser snake like the back of her hand! He's...cheating! ]

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