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TDM 05

【 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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wow, was the crowd super horny. Well- he guessed it was having to do a bit with the whole fact that everyone was ready to get down and dirty at the least offer.

But that made sure that the terrian was going to be completely stumble-worthy. This actually worked in Chika's favor as he started toward his opponent- who decided that the best way to fight a werewolf was to run away.

He snorted, and snatched the lube bottle out of mid-air. Nice kick, but he was not impressed with the fact that it wasn't a fight, it was a chase. And he wanted a fight! A real one!

He huffed, annoyed, before flicking the bottle of lube away- at Baspite's feet. And it wouldn't be the only one from the bottles of oil that he was grabbing and throwing in quick flicks of his wrist to his feet and ankles, trying to make the man trip.

"C'mon, pretty boy." He taunted. "You can stand and fight, can't ya?"

He knew the crowd was getting very creative in their suggestions, but he wasn't paying attention to them at all. Not important at all.

The first bottle of lube boomerangs back towards him and Baptiste has the wits to kick it away from himself this time. Followed by the need to knock another out of the way. It slows him down considerably.

"What's a fight with out a little chase, love? Don't tell me you can't keep u-"

Baptiste's words are clipped when the world turns on its side. One of the bottles cracks on impact as he steps down on top of the cylindrical shape instead of kicking it away. Chika gets his wish, as the man topples backward.

His hand reaches out to catch himself. To push himself into another flip-

Yet his weight lands on the slick mess of spilled lube from the bottle he'd burst. His palm slides. His body crumbles as he collides with the ground face first.

A thorough punishment for his game of cat and mouse. Baptiste is quick to scramble back to his feet - even as droplets of blood fall onto the ground. His hand reaches upward to wipe at his nose, busted as a result of his own hubris.

Perhaps it is the absurdity of the situation.

Or the dawning realization that he couldn't stall as well as he'd planned.

Or just the new, self-inflicted pain.

Regardless, he laughs. Looks back up with a manic face of smeared blood.

"You're a bit spoiled! Not wanting to chase your prize... Come here and I'll indulge you then-"

Chika had been smiling, still following in a careful clip- almost an amble as he tracked his prey. Really, Baptiste was smart, as turning his back would cause all sorts of excited instincts to kick in and it would become far less playful, more deadly.

But Chika still sucked in a breath of sympathy as the other man took a tumble- right onto that pretty face of his.

And his mouth opened, a hand coming out, ready to say he'd throw the fight despite the promises-

But the laugh tells him everything. No need to be nice. No need to be spoiling him- not at the moment at least.

Chika laughed back, his teeth bared and eyes glittering.

"Oh, you just know how to make me swoon."

Chika coiled his body up, and he sprang into a sprint, clearly ready to go for a tackle. Maybe Baptiste would be lucky, and Chika would slip and take a tumble too. It might at least knock out some of the mania in his eyes.

Even now, the compliment does wonder to stroke Baptiste's ego. Despite quite literally falling on his face, the man's charm could still land. He feels the blood ooze from his nose - staining his well-cared for mustache and clinging to his lips.

Luck is not such a kind lady to let Baptiste dodge completely. Instead, as Chika comes in for a tackle - he'll find it easy to grasp at Baptiste's waist. The sharp angle makes for easy purchase and the jostling loosens the sash keeping his short toga together. The momentum of their collision sends both men toppling to a spot in the ground that is slick from the busted lube bottle.

Yet, even as his meager linens threaten to unwind from around Baptiste's body - the man seeks the opportunity to avoid getting pinned. His torso wrenches under the other, his hips brushing against the other man's abdomen as he makes a fruitless effort to fully slip away from the man. Unable to make an expeditious escape, Baptiste's strategy quickly shifts as sharp elbow comes down to meet with Chika's shoulder to see if he can deter the other man.

"Pardon me, darling-"

A man who had been full of deft dodges moments ago proves a petulant sort of scrappy. A panting, scrappy flurry of stubborn movement that promises to be just the beginning - even if he does't squirm away.

So much for being simply flirty. Nope, fighting and flirting, and a little bit of blood meant it would be a fantastic time.

Down they went, slipping with some of the lube and the oil. He could hear cat calls, urging from the crowd but he wasn't listening. He just heard stray words- and a sharp elbow to his shoulder.

"Ow!" He complained, and made to grab the offending arm. The other hand was anchoring himself to the ground. He was moving to pin Baptiste purely with his body, not with his strength.

"Very rude of you darlin." He scolded him as he squirmed and tried to keep him from wiggling away. "You're gonna need to apologize."

Baptiste scoffs out a laugh at the idea that he would need to apologize. A ridiculous little wish in the midst of a fight - just ridiculous enough to give him pause. His elbow is caught in the werewolf's hand with ease - the leverage ensuring that Chika could pin the blonde beneath him.

"You'll have to make me~"

It is his intention to say that with a coo, and yet his panting makes the delivery a little less smooth than he would like. The immediate reaction of the crowd has him questioning just how much they could hear. Yet his eyes find the arm Chika has grasped and his eyes fall on the electronic device attached to his wrist.

... Is it broadcasting their voices? Baptiste has been prepared to give a show - but this new dimension of 'performance' distracts him. He's been so wrapped up in the werewolf above him - he hadn't considered much else.

The 'thunk' of another lube bottle falling close to their heads brings Baptiste back to the moment. The device is forgotten. Instead he rolls his hips upward against the body that has him pinned.

"Feels like a theme." He drawled at Baptiste, as if he wasn't pinning the blond down by the elbow and having him try to wriggle out of his grip. Chika was only a little breathless as he kept shifting around his weight.

This? A performance? Pish posh. This was for the pair of them. Though the lube bottle could be very handy.

With a grin, he adjusted his body and made to dig a knee into Baptiste's thigh.

"Of me...making you. So darling...gonna surrender?"

Baptiste can't help but notice the aspects of performance. It's his livelihood after all- What sort of showman would he be if he couldn't pick out just how he pulled people's attention?

Yet Chika seems ignorant of the finer details of their match. The blonde idly wonders if it is a willful sort of disregard-

Before the angle of a knee digs into his thigh and causes him to hiss. His eyes screw closed as his teeth clench. The connection of knee and thigh forces Baptiste's hips back into the ground.

"Now, now. I can't just keep spoiling you just because you're handsome, you know-" Baptiste chuckles. He shifts to lift his head up. Tilts his jaw as he tries to inch closer to Chika's face - an impossible task with how he's pinned now.

"I want you to take me - but it's still a fight, remember?"

The man's tongue traces his own lips. When he takes his own blood into his mouth, he turns his head to spit it at the ground. A bit of it splatters against Chika's forearm and Baptiste' offers the man a smirk.

Chika? Being helpful in making this a show? Not at all! He was here to make sure that he won the performer on the ground. And right now, he could feel a bit of smug triumph seeing that those hips had finally been forced to the ground.

"Funny," He drawled, as he took the other man in, "I don't feel spoiled at all."

And then he felt the flecks of blood against his arm, saw the smirk. With a huff, he reached with his hand to grab Baptiste by the hair and pulled his head back.

"Yeah...it is. Which is why you should say...you know." His voice lowered. "Say you give up."

The drawl forces a chuckle from Baptiste's chest. Even as a hand grabs at his hair and steadily pulls his head back. His heart hammers in his chest, feeling the exposure of his neck to the air between them. Baptiste shudders. The heel of a sandaled foot digs into the ground for purchase.

"Oh, mon cher," Baptiste's voice is smooth, low as if to compliment the tone the werewolf had used with him, "No one will ever hear me say that."

Straight-forward. Spoken as if Baptiste had told Chika one of the universal truths: The grass is green. The sky is blue. Baptiste LaFontaine will never say he gives up. Has he given up before? Of course! His defeats are seen in action and concessions - but never so bluntly stated.

Blue eyes stare up at the werewolf with a playful defiance. The ache in his thigh continues to grow and the pull of his hair causes a bowed tension in his back. The sensation causes a soft groan to escape his lips. The draped cloth of his short toga has mostly pooled to join with the dirt and oil on the ground. The little that remains stubbornly clings over his hips and abdomen.

The grass is green, the sky is blue, and Basptiste is ready to defy Chika at any turn. The werewolf isn't mad about it at all. He didn't expect him to surrender so easily, even if he was pinned, body held taut and hair pulled.

And it was unfair that Baptiste looked so good like that. It did make his thoughts go in a far more carnal direction, and his tongue wet his lips.

No...no. It wouldn't be fair to take his prize like this, in front of everyone. Gods below though, it was way too tempting.

"No?" He cocked his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Seems a little silly. After all..."

His hand let go of his hair. But that same hand moved down, lightly touching Baptiste on the throat, drifting down, skimming over exposed skin...and moving to fist the balled-up toga in his hand.

"I could make sure everyone sees every bit of you. Right here. Right now." For all of his tone was a taunt, he was looking to Baptiste's face. There was some concern there, a silent question. All of it asking silently if this was okay.

Because he could and would back off if it wasn't for the blond under his knee.

When Chika's grip releases blonde hair, Baptiste's head lulls to the side. The tightness of his arched back is soothed in a fell swoop - a reaction that causes a moment of surprise for the hunter.

Blue eyes return to search the werewolf's gaze. He'd recalled the mania that had him desperate at the beginning - looking for the best way out of losing situation. Yet there's been a gentleness since he'd nearly broken his face by his own hubris - and declare the man could take him if he'd won their little spat.

This same care finds its way in the touches down his throat. The muscles move and strain as he pants - catching his breath from the wiggling and thrashing he'd managed under the other's. The rise and fall of his chest, the quiver of a sensitive abdomen all fall under the other man's finger tips before the remaining cloth is balled up.

The idea that he'd somehow tamed a beast crops up in the back of his mind. Lying on his back. Smeared in dirt and lube, sweat and blood. An incredibly unique outcome for a meeting with a night creature. It's not the usual-

... and perhaps he doesn't mind that.

"You could. You did say you'd make a spectacle out of me, hm?" the hunter teases, "I don't offer anything I'm not willing to give, mon cher."

Baptiste is stubborn in finding ways to 'concede' to this damn resort on his terms whenever possible. (Over)confident in his ability to control his own destiny - the man had not made the loss conditions of their fight without consideration...

And really, now...

The man gazes down as if he were truly the cat that had eaten the canary. A mischievous glint in his eye towards the man he's grown quite fond of teasing.

"You could even say I've started to look forward to losing. Don't rob me of a show, now," Baptiste's tone has a honeyed edge. Eyes half-squinted in amusement as if to gauge the reaction of the other.

What a strange, savage, and gentle monster he was dealing with. Maybe the monster was tamed all along.

Chika offered a breath of a laugh, his eyes raking over his body. So he was getting the cart blanche to play was he?

How very nice of Baptiste to offer such a thing. Right under everyone's gaze.

"My my. What a lovely little surprise you are." He laughed, husky. He pulled off of his thigh, let go of his arm.

But all so he could kiss his throat and grab Baptiste's toga to yank off and toss away.

It was dirty and needed a wash anyway.

While all of these may be very true of dear Chika, there is a deck stacked against him. A hunter who believes a 'monster' to be tamed only invites an early demise. It's a fact of life that's been burnt into Baptiste's very soul-

He is committed to basking in the unexpected turn of his 'match.' Hell, he'll even have a great time (and a story for later when admitting that he has - in fact - fucked a werewolf. People love bar stories like that!) - but he can't fully loosen his need for control.

The bruising hold on his body relinquishes and Baptiste's groans in relief. The steady, throbbing pressure in his thigh lessens-

And a new pressure begins at his throat. Something nearly bruising only from enthusiasm as his soiled clothing is tossed aside. With his arm free, his hand immediately reaches up to grasp at the back of the werewolf's head. A rough tug of hair to "repay" the pull the other had on his hair earlier.

"Mmmm and I look forward to seeing what surprise you have for me," he speaks as he shifts his neck to allow Chika easier access.

It was funny. Chika didn't think himself as much of a monster, all things considered. He was clearly in human shape, wasn't going to eat Baptiste, and he hadn't even caused the man to bleed!

Though he was clearly carnally hungry. Maybe that was clearly monstrous and be something Baptiste can and would brag about in the bars- maybe even the ones at the hotel.

But Chika also didn't know the level of control that Baptiste was sacrificing for the sake of a good hard...talk.

"Mmmm." He let his head be drawn back, and he offered a slow, satisfied grin, showing his too sharp teeth.

"I think it won't be that surprising." He chuckled as he went back to kissing his throat, light and easy. And his hands freed, they started to wander over the hunters body. This felt far less of a ravishing, then it was a seduction.

But maybe he was curious if Baptiste would stay passive or not.

Too sharp teeth and yet the affections at his throat are warm and entirely pleasant. A smattering of kisses that causes Baptiste to sigh. His own body shifts under the wandering touch. His hips shift to guide Chika exactly where he wanted him to caress down his abdomen or his sides.

"Now, now..." Baptiste purrs as his free hand reaches to pull at the luxurious fabric of the robes Chika is currently wearing. He works to unravel the sheer, beautiful cloth to better reveal the expanse of the other's chest and abdomen. It's a rough, playful tug, "No need to treat me like porcelain, hm? Why hold back when I can see just how hungry you are..."

Baptiste's hand dips with little ceremony to brush over the musculature of the other's abdomen and further. His touch an intentional tease that rests over Chika's hipbone. His fingers stretch to press at the sensitive flesh just above the other's crotch.

A smile quirks on his features. His eyes glimmering with a renewed mischief before he presses forward to palm at Chika's cock. The precise opposite of passive, it would seem.

Ah, there it was. The purr that was music to his ears, and the touch...

Chika groaned, and pressed his hips forward, clearly happy for the touch.

"Maybe I didn't want to break you." He murmured into his ear, before dragging his teeth against his exposed throat. Just enough to give him the thrill before offering a quick, hard nip to the shoulder.

If he was stripped down, he didn't care. He'd just move to get it out of the way. Touching Baptiste, groping his hips and offering a slow palming of the hunter's cock...

That was far more interesting and far more important. That, and using his free had to fumble around and see if there was a bottle of lube or oil nearby.

"Oh, love. You couldn't."

It is a reassurance that Baptiste coos against the dragging of sharp teeth. An anticipation that hitches his breath. The hand holding at Chika's hair tugs, slips, and grasps again. A hold that helps him stay anchored to the man.

The harder nip is met with a groan. Baptiste's head lulls backward. He hears the cheering of the crowd, vaguely aware that their encouragement had never stopped. Yet the closeness between himself and this man and the sound of their breaths had managed to drown out their spectators.

His hand finally teases away the last bit of linen - allowing the other's toga to unravel to the side just as Chika makes contact with his prick. Baptiste hums his affirmation, hips meeting the touch hungrily.

A search for lube is not a fruitless effort. The offerings that had been thrown for them still lie in wait - the only casualty being the one Baptiste had smashed earlier.

"I dunno if you're an idiot or you're just that cocky."

He retorted, bit he kept his voice quiet and easy. Silly Baptiste. Bones weren't that hard to break.

But if he felt that confident, he'd give it to him. He bit down harder, as if to pin gim in place.

The crowd could speculate and make all the comments they wanted as the toga slipped off. He was still going to end up covering Baptiste with his body, allowing the crowd to see his back and ass as he stroked the blond.

And paused to draw up, finding a bottle of lube thay he squinted over his hands. Thay would at least offer a better hand job.

"But if you ask nice...I'll let you ride me. Think you can handle that? Princess?" Seemed there were a pair of brats here, not just one from his taunting.

Baptiste initially gives Chika a smile that gives a silent answer to that question: perhaps he was both?

Though, truthfully, Baptiste is simply too tempted by risk. A man who had broken nearly every bone in his body at least once in his lifetime - he's well aware of how easily his bones could break. It's precisely that experience that keeps him cocky.

He has crawled his way out of everything so far, and it is inevitable that he'll proudly do it again in time.

The increased pressure on the bite pairs with the stroking of his cock as a burst of sensation. Baptiste's hips buck into the touch as the sound he lets out this time is louder than he'd intended. In "revenge," his hand squeezes at the other's man's cock - thumb tracing just under the head as if to tease him while he's busy attempting to lube up.

"Oh, I could handle that..." Baptiste pants, another stroke causing a hitch in his breath, "But I might be more than you bargained for, darling. You want me to ride you-"

Being called Princess has certainly amused the man, as he tilts his head to offer a twitching smirk up at the other.

Thankfully, he was in the company of another cocky idiot. What a matched pair it made them. Even if there was the risk of injury, of one kind or another.

Which also ensured that Chika would not be gentle as he usually was. He was very conscious of his strength, even of that of his jaw- but it seemed that Baptiste still wanted more- loved the bite even, if the noise was any indication. Though Chika let out a strangled one himself, and had to take a moment to breathe while his brain came back online. That was...what a spot to be touched like that.

"I thought it'd be nice. A favor, since you did trip and all that." He drawled. But his hands were busy, and lubed up, one went to stroke lazily over Baptiste's cock. A long, drawn out motion, seeking to distract as his now otherwise lubed up hand pressed against his hole, using a finger to start loosening up muscle for what was to come.

"But if you're gonna taunt me and all that...well darling...no ride for you. Gotta ask nice."

He laughs at the admonishment, a breathy, low fluttery of sound as his laugh gives way to another soft groan with the slick, strokes that are drawn up his own length. A meandering, relaxed pace that his own hand meets. He strokes Chika's cock slowly - though can't help but indulge in pressing his thumb down over the tip whenever his hand shifts close to it. He brushes the pad of his thumb over it lovingly-

It's an exchange that does successfully distract Baptiste. The sensation of cool lube against his ass is sudden. In surprise, Baptiste gives another tug at Chika's hair, though this one is sharper than the last pull. Fingers slip from their hold only to attempt to anchor their grip once more in his dark locks. Baptiste's hips twitch, pressing to meet the finger that slides inside of him. He bites back the subsequent moan as his insides eagerly clamp down.

"Oh, oh- Oh that right there's a favor-" Baptiste coos, tongue flicking out to wet lips that were growing dry from his own panting, "Maybe you can show this Princess just how to be nice, my dear-"

It was very distracting. He made a soft noise, biting his lip and squirming under Baptiste's hand.

But thankfully he had some relief with the hunter's distraction, even if he felt his hair pulled. It was great, and still made him happy. It did make his fingers work a little faster, wanting to see Baptiste pant and moan.

And moreover lose control.

"Yeah? I think I'm being plenty nice." He grinned and made to gave Baptiste's cock another squeeze. "Don't you think? Getting you all ready, hiding you from everyone? Princess."

"Darling, I live to be seen. Try not to deny me of putting on a show, hm?"

Riding Chika is certainly a promise of putting on a show - but the stipulation that he has to ask nicely? Tch-

The end of this sentiment is cut by a moan, his head lulling from the squeeze at this cock. His cock twitches as the handsy onslaught edges him further along. A growing warmth in his gut that revels with every stretch and stroke.

A flush dusts his body in a glow of glistening pink as Chika gets his wish. Baptiste pants as his hips roll once more.

"C-come on. Come on--" Baptiste groans despite himself against the teasing. A glimpse that the loss of control isn't far off. Clearly not a patient man, from the way his body squirms as he lets out another huff.

"You are putting on a show...for me."

He was being an evil little wolf, that was for sure. He just wants to hear a please, and Baptiste can show everyone how good he was in giving a ride! But not before then.

Even if he did look cute, all pink cheeked and moaning.

"Just say please." He grinned, his fingers pumping and quickening within as a third finger slowly pushed its way in. "And I'll let you be the star of the show."

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