TDM 05

[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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

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

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[flaminghot]

“Me?” It comes out confused, before he quickly clears his throat as the answer comes to him. Yes, he should use this opportunity to the fullest.

“I order you not to hold back.”

Dante’s not exactly sure that anything he does will actually hurt this man, but…he gets the feeling that he should challenge Olivine, should see what he’s truly capable of in here. Because this is how he must learn and adapt, and he’s never been one to shy away from educating himself—especially if the teacher is blindfolded and can’t see his embarrassed reactions.

There’s no saving him from the intent gazes of a few other people in this room, though.

But, gingerly, Dante lowers his lips to the crook between Olivine’s neck and shoulder, where thick muscles that rival even his are bunched up, rippling, tantalizingly exposed…

…Here goes nothing.

He leans forward, breath washing over Olivine’s skin, and…bites Olivine’s shoulder as hard as he can.

[massochism]

Dante... actually, it's a reasonable assumption to make that he would possibly control himself here. The other doesn't know just how much he can be.

"Of course." Is his only response at first, heartbeat skipping as lips find their place against taut muscle and hot flesh. Breath ghosts over that skin and it allows him a little bit of anticipation... though not nearly enough for how hard Dante bites.

That's not a complaint, of course. It makes him jolt and cry out, weight pressing into the taller man's body to keep himself steady. His cock throbs in turn, fingers trailing up to thread into hair in encouragement. The others finally slip down to find the Sun Lord's length, tracing over it first to get a feel for what he'll be handling.

"Nngh... stings... so good..." he won't shy away until there's real risk of actual harm, both because he's curious what Dante thinks he'll like to do and because, well... the priest enjoys it like this, after all.

[flaminghot]

He sucks at the wound, lapping at it like a leoger in an oasis, egged on by Olivine’s encouraging noises, if not the encouraging twitch of that cock.

Pain…Pain can be its own pleasure, can’t it? It’s like that pleasant burn he gets after a particularly rigorous workout.

“Rrgh, this body of yours…”

So juicy, so tempting, so rich. Normally Dante would be more curious about Olivine’s own training regimen, because he’s clearly far too powerful a man in both build and essence, but the only answers he can glean right now are the ones that come from sex, from likewise letting his hands roam over Olivine’s bulk, breath catching at the hand fondling his own cock.

And like a cat, his eyes can’t help but gravitate toward the jewelry on Olivine’s chest, to his gemstone found still lower. But his mouth finds its way to a nipple first, his breath raspy with anticipation as he recalls Olivine’s reaction from earlier, and starts sucking on that dusky nib, tasting metal and the way it melds into a flavor that’s uniquely Olivine’s.

[massochism]

"Is it alright...?" Olivine still hasn't quelled that habit, still struggles to be sure of how some statements are meant. His furrowed brow is hidden by the blindfold, at least. That also means he's taken completely off guard by the way the redhead's mouth finds his nipple, pulling a soft cry from his lips at the sucking.

There's that sweet, milky flavor to go with the tang of metal, it's true. And his fingers tangle in soft hair while the other hand continues its fondling, as if trying to memorise the shape, the heft, the heat of it. He feels significantly clumsy, but that's probably to be expected from the exceptionally sensitive priest.

"Dan...te... nngh..."

[flaminghot]

Milk? He can taste a bit of essence in it, and it’s just as well that his face is currently buried in Olivine’s chest or the latter would’ve witnessed something truly mortifying.

He’d studied plenty enough to know that it could be a possibility, but to have it played out right before him…even Eiden hadn’t…

He takes a moment to recover, hastily lapping up that nipple for another beat or two longer, before he deems himself sufficiently composed to stare up at Olivine and check on his reaction. He’d sounded like he enjoyed it, and yet…

Dante can’t help that mix of lust and confusion painting his cheeks bright red, as he struggles to come to terms with the fact that he can be both at the same time.

“Credit where it’s due, priest. You’re far more of a challenge than expected.”

That’s a good thing in his book, but he’s completely unaware of Olivine’s little issues…

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Really, it's hard to tell how much of it is just the priest's natural scent, mixing with everything. It wouldn't be the very first odd instance though... regardless, his every reaction to the teasing is broadcast beautifully. Chest throbbing for the sensations, he tips his head just slightly as Dante speaks again.

"Ah... is that true? What were you expecting, Sun Lord?" It's a polite question, and weight shifts a little more. Being underestimated itself isn't really a problem—and Dante sidesteps the potential stumbling block with his quiet awe. (It doesn't hurt that Olivine himself knows how gruff and rigid Dante can be, either.) "I think you're taking this challenge beautifully."

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What was he expecting, really? He feels like he should say something clever or profound or…something, something that won’t immediately give away the fact that Eiden’s his only partner and he’s barely experienced at all.

He decides to take the diplomatic route at Olivine’s compliment.

Clearing his throat: “Yes, well, this is hardly as rigorous as my daily training regimen.”

Never mind that Olivine must go through at least a hundred times what he’s doing, if he’s able to attain this physique and this much essence, when he clearly doesn’t look much older than Dante himself…

He doesn’t really want to admit to himself how intimidating that is.

“And satisfying you shouldn’t be too hard.”

Famous last words—

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"I'm pleased to hear you say so, Sun Lord... I admit, I've always been in awe of your rigor." There's not a shred of overstatement there, really. For all his little idiosyncrasies and quirks, Dante has always been inspiring for someone like Olivine.

Still, that last comment earns a laugh, fingers splaying against his own chest. "I do try to be quite easy to please... as long as that pleases you." A subtle reminder that, strictly speaking, his job here is to satisfy Dante — not the other way around. "Please, use me to your heart's content." He only just manages not to give it a practically audible ♡ at the end.

Eiden truly is a terrible influence... even if Olivine would have eventually ended up here anyway, he really expedited a lot.

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“Oh, I…”

Right. From what he’d gathered earlier, they’re supposed to know each other.

Perhaps, as his rational mind is helpfully pointing out, he should dispense with this awkward lovemaking and go straight to interrogating him about these matters, except…

Oh. He hadn’t forgotten what their roles here are supposed to be, but it doesn’t stop him from getting flustered every time it’s pointed out. He makes some gruff little noise of assent to hide his embarrassment (futile) before reaching down to roughly grab at Olivine’s ass cheeks and squeeze those aggravating handfuls as he tries to affect some measure of confidence in this.

“Then there is something you can certainly do for me.”

He’s proud of himself for managing to deliver that while almost sounding confident about it, but with the way he’s spreading those ass cheeks, it’s clear he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

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He'd thought this well before they had ever actually met, to be fair. Olivine read and kept up on entirely too much to not know of someone as widely-renowned as Dante. Of course, they can have that conversation altogether after this, should the younger man want...

Fingers curl around his ass to squeeze at their bulk and the priest gives a soft yelp, leaning up into Dante's shoulder as he speaks. Not that he'd be judging him over how he said anything—but it's more than confident enough for him.

"By all means, then..." And he's much more breathy with the words, a shiver slipping down his spine as hands spread his cheeks, already pleasantly wet with the foreplay (or... experimentation, perhaps, for Dante). Deft hands move to tug any remaining fabric out of the redhead's way by feel alone, returning to their gentle worship of his frame thereafter.

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Even these little gestures show him how much he has yet to learn. All the little ways Olivine makes it look so easy, even if he’s not the one penetrating…

And here Dante’s feeling far too impatient to wait, though that might also be due to some instinctual sense of Olivine’s strength. This is as far as their preparation goes. Whatever comes after…Olivine can handle it.

He hopes.

Because he’s currently frowning with intense concentration as he glances down between them, trying to adjust the generous bulk of Olivine’s ass to his eagerly waiting member, trying not to get distracted by those searching little touches, almost soothing with how gentle they are, though even Olivine can’t exactly quell his rapid heartbeat as he finally, finally pushes himself inside.

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It's more than enough preparation, of course. Warm excitement courses through every heartbeat, reverberating in the space between them as Dante shifts (and, not as subtly as he'd like, he squirms against the heat pressing between his cheeks). Funny how fast impatience ratchets up in him, really.

He doesn't have to wait long though. Not with Dante at least half as impatient as he, and those hands pause to twitch and squeeze in response to the sudden invasion of heat. It takes every ounce of restraint to not sink himself down on the pleasantly aching stretch of it, to let Dante guide this and not dip into the deep well of his own depravity.

"Haah... so hot... so hard." Which means he has no restraint to keep from nuzzling into Dante's neck, the soft fabric of his blindfold brushing the taller man's cheek while soft lips brush over the juncture of shoulder and neck. Nor to keep from squeezing tight around him in want-need-impatience.

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He grunts, biting back a flustered protest once Olivine starts getting affectionately…ticklish.

Affectionately everything, really.

He hadn’t imagined that anyone would be more dangerous than Eiden in bed. He was so, so wrong.

“Just…hold on…” He feels like he has to say something to put Olivine at ease (as if he weren’t already), to hide the fact that he’s still afraid of messing this up. He’s so focused on keeping his own actions in check that he fails to notice that Olivine’s struggling to do the same thing—that they both can get what they really want if Dante only lets go and rams as hard into him as he can.

He'll realize it eventually.

“You’re…tight…”

And that should have been his first clue.

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He'll figure it out eventually.

Until then, he's left with Olivine's hitched breaths and soft groans, that warm, clingy affection. Sorry, Dante. Eiden provides the opportunity to be annoyed in his flustering—Olivine just completely adores being fucked so much that his whole body shows it from affection to the heat of his skin.

"Haah... because... it feels so good..." voice dreamy, he shifts a little more. "I can try to relax... if it's too much." But God, all he wants is to keep going. To squeeze and coax every ounce of essence-filled spend from the hard heat of his cock, until he's pleasantly delirious and Dante is properly worshiped and relaxed.

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There really is something to be said about having sex with someone who isn’t mouthing him off and it’s doing weird things to his brain chemistry as they speak—

“I enjoy when it hurts, to a degree.”

He exhales, wondering why his mind keeps latching onto that admission from earlier on. It’s still not something he fully understands and while he knows that Olivine is strong, pitting his own strength against another man in such a way is a little…

His hands clench on Olivine’s meaty thighs as he lets Olivine’s last remark sink in.

“You…You want more.”

He’s surprised he could tell. Guess he really is making use of all these new experiences after all!

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It's interesting, hearing Dante work through it all. He knows the man's confidence, the certainty with which he operates in general, and how... easily he's taken off guard interpersonally, but to see—well, hear—it all in action is another thing. But he's dealing with it all remarkably, to be honest.

"Ah—" his gasp is soft and interested as hands clench at his thighs, a shiver running through him. "I do... mmnh. Is that alright, Sun Lord?"

As if this isn't for them both, honestly. Hips shift in mild impatience too, the thick heat buried in him to stationary for his liking.

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“…Most people outside of Solaria cannot endure my training regimens.”

Except they’re not really talking about training here…are they? Listen, Dante’s still trying to make sense of all of this in the best way he knows how, but it’s hard when he’s hard and Olivine’s hard and there’s no one to tease him into some kind of sexual epiphany.

Terrible.

One hand glides up Olivine’s thigh, Dante subconsciously sizing the other up just to see how roughly he really can take this, the niggling urge to explore and push both their limits gnawing away at the last of his mental resistance…

“And you’ve done nothing to deserve my ire.”

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"..." for a moment, Olivine is quiet, working through what he wants to say and how. In some ways he understands completely—Dante isn't unlike him, when it comes to clumsily working through what he's trying to understand. It's just that, unlike him, the taller man hasn't researched every sex-related thing he could find. "In that case..."

Murmuring the words, Olivine shifts his weight more intentionally, actually making some effort to grind himself on Dante's cock. If he needs a little more clarity... well, he can help with that. "Why not test just how much "training" I can take? There is no need for ire to want to wear someone out, either... though if it would help, I will try to earn it."

He's much more forthcoming than Eiden, for the most part, but the grand sorcerer's influence can definitely still be seen in Olivine's displays of confidence. Certainly in the way his hands slide up around the Sun Lord's shoulders, muscles flexing to tug him forward as the priest lies back a little. Sorry not sorry about the sudden vice grip on your dick, Dante.

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That slight shift catches him off-guard, a small noise of pleasure erupting traitorously from his throat before he could swallow it back down. This…is he trying to provoke him now?

No, he can long since tell that that isn’t quite the priest’s style, but…

He can’t think.

“That’s…”

He can’t think, and Olivine’s making it easier and easier for him not to care. He’d been overthinking things since the moment he’d been drawn here, so why not follow the older man’s lead and just…let go?

“…acceptable.”

His hand slam down onto Olivine’s hips then, as he begins pulling himself out before reentering in one vicious thrust, eyes hawklike as he gauges Olivine’s reactions even if he otherwise looks like a completely flustered mess.

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With no idea what to expect save what he can glean from his tone, Olivine is only vaguely aware of what he himself should be doing. Thankfully that doesn't matter overly much—proven quite handily by the way Dante grabs his hips and starts to pull back out.

"Ah—haaaugh—!" The sun lord hardly needs hawk eyes to see how Olivine reacts. He bottoms out with a harsh slap against the priest's plush ass, prompting the man to arch up and reach for something to hold onto. Whether that's the floor behind him, an object, or the other man hardly matters, and his cock throbs at the simulation. "Nngh... so good..."

Needless to say, he'll likely be just fine enduring his "training." Dante may be the one testing himself with just how tightly he priest squeezes on him at the roughest treatment.

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“Tight…”

But he can agree with Olivine’s assessment. That feels…good. Incredible, even. And Olivine’s reaction plays no small role in how immensely satisfying it feels just to be inside him like this.

It’s good that he’s expanding his horizons, but now he wonders if he can even last with the way Olivine’s squeezing him. One would think he was some virgin sacrifice offered up at Dante’s feet, but even Dante can already tell that Olivine’s experience is so much greater compared to his own…

He has to pause, to take a few breaths, gazing down upon Olivine with awe, before he sharply inhales as he thrusts in and out of him again, willing his body to move with all the force he can muster despite his embarrassment, because Olivine had in his own way issued a challenge and what self-respecting Sun Lord would refuse to face him head on?

Gritting his teeth, he starts amping up the pace, going rougher and harder, egged on by Olivine’s sweet little cries of pleasure, and it’s a testament to Olivine’s skill that Dante’s not even thinking of how he’s doing anymore—not when all of himself is bent upon the one simple act of eliciting as many cries from Olivine as possible.

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As time stretches on, Olivine has to immediately soothe the impatience he feels while Dante takes a moment to admire him. Lips remain parted for uneven, harsh breaths and his body remains bent toward the other man's warmth. Another thrust makes him wrench and squirm, left at the end of the motion just hanging on the prospect of another.

Not that he's left to wait too long. Another thrust, then another—harder, rougher, burying them both in the sweet pleasure of it all. Sounds are hardly difficult to squeeze out of him, and as pleasure builds so does the urgency of those cries. They're hard to discern sometimes—sharp yowls melting into pleading of one form or another. More, right there, just like that—and a chorus of "please" besides. Ah, he's so close...

"Nggh... haah... 'm gonna—" the words are terribly slurred, but the warning itself is at least still clear. "Please..." even he has no idea what he's asking for in that moment.

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Already?! Dante falters for a moment—he’d like to think he’s good, but surely not that good…

But he can’t stop now, not with Olivine’s sweet little cries and his voluptuous body writhing against him, egging Dante on, stoking the fire within him as he ramps up the pace, going harder and faster and deeper even if he’s almost sure it’ll kill him, what with the way Olivine’s greedily sucking him in each and every time.

He truly is formidable in ways Dante can scarcely even imagine…

And it isn’t long before Dante feels that he’s close—embarrassingly close—but why fight it when chasing after their pleasure had been the goal here? Still, Olivine pleads with him, and it takes him a beat and a thrust too long before he realizes it, and quickly clears his throat—

“You may come.”

Because he’s not sure he can hold on for much longer now that Olivine’s broken his focus like this—

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Perhaps, Dante is overestimating Olivine's impatience and underestimating his greed. Being given and given more, pounded relentlessly with the abandon he really likes best—it's a miracle he manages to wait for an answer to begin with. Plus, the other's orgasm is something he wants as much as the rest of this. Greedily, he wants to share in that pleasure as well as to know he's given it to his best ability (under the circumstances, at least).

"I—mmngh! Dante... you too..." it's almost a whine, his normal tears dampening the blindfold as his hands find purchase, fingers trembling. And if his tongue lolls between his lips when he careens over the ledge of pleasure, head tipping back and spine arched... hopefully the sun lord will forgive him the lewd image.

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“‘Me’?” he echoes stupidly, trying to pull his focus back into his thrusts and into his discipline, putting all his years of harsh training on the line here because he just. Won’t. Lose.

Never mind that this was never a competition to begin with.

And for a moment he thinks he’s even winning it, as Olivine seems ready to tip over the edge before he does, but the further they go along the more Dante realizes something—the way Olivine’s falling apart, his heaving body, the absolutely blissed-out expression on his face…

It’s an image that’s going to haunt him forever as he finally comes with a muffled curse, burying his essence deep inside of Olivine as his fingers clench around him and the full force of Solarian military discipline is shaken out of him in one instant.

Dammit.