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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
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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
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.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
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.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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! ♥
▶ 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! ♥
ii (and rolled a 2!)
[Matoba seems awfully skeptical about that, but the smile curling his lips doesn't dim in the least, given the situation. He'd been snatched as he tried to skulk about the casino walls, observing the nonsense of the games from afar and dodging other high-low couples moaning and pleasing another.]
[The dice scatter across the table and land on snakeyes. How fitting, Matoba thinks.]
[Drawing his single, snake-like visible eye up and down Dante's body, it catches on the tattoos spread across his upper body- and, more importantly, the sensation of power which emanated from them.]
[Yes. He'd allow himself to be tangled up in this little game- if he can use it to examine this man.] Well, then. [Matoba stands from where he'd been knelt across from Dante, tongue wetting his lips. Mouth-only, it is.] Shall I suck your cock right here, or do you prefer your pleasure to be more private?
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He’s not a man to be so easily cowed by mere dark energies.
His steely determined gaze is not at all hampered by that embarrassed flush to his cheeks at Matoba’s suggestion, shut up. ]
…Why do I get the feeling you’d bite it off instead?
[ Why does he get the feeling that this guy requires the opposite of careful handling? ]
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[But it merely tickles him. His troublesome grin widens, noting the flush over Dante's tanned skin that only makes his markings stand out more. That's quite attractive, isn't it? He wonders how far they extend.]
I wouldn't dream of it, [He purrs, inclining his head respectfully as he bows to the "god" he's been assigned to, and then lifts his head again just enough to meet eyes with the man again.] ...If you don't make things too difficult. My lord.
[Dripping sarcasm. The man's smugness makes it clear he is not one prone to subservience.]
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Hmph. At least you know your manners.
[ He’s tempted to just ask for a different servant or have himself be let alone, but…that won’t do. He can’t always rely on Eiden for things like these. He’ll be fine without him.
He’ll be fine. ]
But let’s see how far you can take it…
[ He extends his hand to Matoba to use his mouth on, thinking that he’d receive nothing more than a respectful kiss to get things started— ]
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[Matoba merely smiles, charming and bright, at Dante's utterly naive read on his behavior. That's right; here he is, just a lowly 2 in service of a beloved Wildcard, a fool yet to understand what sort of realm he's been pulled into. To kindly take them by the hand, to worship them, to adore them- it is all the charade of lulling them into a false sense of security, pulling the wool over their eyes for what is yet to come upon assignment.]
[And watching how they will handle it- that is what the exorcist is watching for. Who to keep an eye on, and who will be easy targets, both.]
[The stubborn man holds out his hand and Matoba's hawkish eye draws down to it, a royal expecting to receive tribute. So he wants it right here on the casino floor, does he? Why not give him exactly what he wants? Mouth only. Matoba folds himself respectfully, primly next to Dante seat before his hand and leans forward, brushing his lips along the pads of a strong hand, observing the callouses brought about by swordwork or some other manner of work, warm breaths furling over skin. And then the scrape of teeth, just the slightest bit, over the inside of Dante's wrist.]
[His eye never leaves Dante's. He is watching, even as he pays his "respects"- when lips trace back over where his teeth scraped and he draws back just enough to nip and flick tongue over the tips of his fingers, like a leoger kitten. Meow.]
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You…
[ He hadn’t expected Matoba to go this far, and now he can’t help but watch, furiously blushing yet transfixed, mesmerized by the motions of that tongue that reminds him somehow of Sooley, except that instead of an abrasive feline tongue, he seems to have stuck his hand into a far more dangerous snare… ]
That’s…enough.
[ Despite his best attempts at composure there’s no hiding just how visibly rattled he is, his skin flushed, his body thrumming heat both supernatural and mundane, both totally fixated on these profound new sensations he’d just been introduced to. ]
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[He says it so easily, leaning away again from Dante's fingertips to lift his chin. Crimson meets mismatched eyes- so common in these parts, myriad golds and reds and greens- and takes note of them, against the pallet of Dante's flushed skin.]
[So easily brought to this. Matoba grins. He likes prey like this. So denying of themselves, so unsure. So stubborn. He'd like to know more of this man's story; he'd like to know the story behind the power he can feel emanating from under his skin, those markings, the aura like flames under the surface. And, his utterly naive yet obstinate personality.]
That's all you wanted? I'd think it wouldn't even satisfy the requirements of the game........
[It's a challenge presented demurely as a servant ought to be: if you want to forfeit, and switch ranks with me, but think of what I'll do then.]
Or... [He continues, innocent,] ...does his lordship prefer to take me somewhere more private, after all?
[Somehow, this all feels as though it is according to this man's plan, doesn't it?]
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And he most definitely doesn’t relish the thought of having their roles reversed. Not when Matoba as he is already feels like a predator in hiding—a creature that’s just patiently watching him, waiting for the right chance to strike— ]
We’re staying right here.
[ Even if he knows there are others watching, never mind if most of them are currently embroiled in the games themselves.
He’d never done anything so intimate in public before, despite all those close calls with Eiden. Only now…
He feels trapped, which is a sensation he hasn’t felt in quite some time, only instead of frustrating or frightening him, he can feel his heart racing, his skin flushing deeper, his mind turning to thoughts of…
He loosens the sheer garments he’d been saddled with, letting them fall over his shoulders, catching at his elbows to expose a lot of those chest markings Matoba had been so curious about, as he does his best to look as fierce and nonchalant about this as possible (he completely fails at this because he can’t ever be anything but honest). ]
Do your worst, then, while I consider a suitable punishment for your insolence in the meantime.
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[But this stubborn pride is charming in its own way next to the previous flashes of inexperience. Better yet than a man led easily along was a man eagerly led along, eager to prove oneself. And Matoba does not shy from that insistence, carefully reaching upward to lay one hand firmly over Dante's thigh to brace himself. "Mouth only" it said. Very well; then that hand will stay there, grounding through everything.]
Very well. And if I manage to make you come, master, shall I think of a suitable way to use you? [Matoba purrs, tilting his head downward. Even then, his eyes don't leave his "master". When fabric falls to reveal more of those proud markings, his eye scans across them with curiosity, taking them in, taking in the hard, worked muscle of his shoulders and chest, down his torso on his way to the point of interest below the belted tunic. His ponytail slips from his shoulder and hangs brushing against Dante's inner thighs as he shifts forward, teeth nipping at spots along them and nosing his way into the Wildcard's groin where he feels out the heat and shape of him beginning to stir under thin fabric with his lips.]
[Only a tease, since these tunics and togas left little to the imagination to begin with. Matoba, a lowly 2 and the lowest rank "servants" available, had been given barely a swath of fabric to wind about his pale waist and torso, easily tugged away for the easy access to intimacy that any royal or Wildcard wanted of him. But there was no self-consciousness about the man, about the acts taking place all around them, and least of all about the act he was about to commit, nosing his way under the skirt of Dante's tunic to mouth soft lips along the hot beginnings of a erection.]
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It’s times like these that he feels truly helpless in the face of his own inexperience… ]
You wouldn’t dare—
[ Dare to do what? Imagine him in a submissive position? Challenge him? Actually get his mouth all over him? But Matoba’s breaking past his barriers with such disturbing ease that Dante’s tempted to call off this game, but…
But that’s tantamount to losing.
And he doesn’t want to consider that perhaps he might even enjoy having their roles reversed, that he might even be just a little…afraid of this man and the malevolent energies surrounding him. It brings to mind certain old legends of Solaria about evil spirits, to say nothing of the ever-present threat of the Dark Zone…
But Matoba is quite corporeal, quite human, and too painfully skilled with his mouth for his own good, and in spite of himself his cock is most certainly enjoying Matoba’s attentions, while Dante’s hands grip at the lounge cushions as he fights off the urge to simply pick up this man and ram him face-first into the pillows and—
This is bad. He can’t think. His thoughts are melting away with the heat of Matoba’s mouth, and the bastard has barely just begun. ]
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[It's very unfortunate for Dante that he wears his frustrations and his arousal both on his sleeve, the flush of his skin adding an attractive glow befitting a man contracted to spirits of fire. It spreads down his navel, up his thighs and fills out his cock, twitched and stiffening against Matoba's lips as he feels and tastes out the shape of him. Still a little soft, it's easy to take him in his lips and nurse in patches of wet along skin, feel the thrum of heat as blood rushes down, stroke his tongue along a vein and follow it as it runs to the tip.]
[Every playful touch and kiss is tempered by the sharpness of Matoba's gaze that does not lift from Dante one bit in all that time. He's watching, cataloging every flinch, every bob of the man's adam's apple when he swallows, when his lips touch a sensitive spot or a shiver runs through him, watching from below as the man's ample chest begins to heave with breaths under the rushing of blood. The tattoos stand out even better now that sweat begins to gather over the flush, an attractive expanse from a man who seems very married to denying all of this.]
No? [Matoba offers casually, tinged with mock-surprise. His lips lift away, threatening to abandon his erection in its time of need the moment he's gotten the man as hard as can be, still glistening wet.] Does his lordship prefer to forfeit, and hand the reins over to me now?
That'd be a shame. [The wicked exorcist leans in again, and drags the full, wet cradle of his tongue across the swollen head of Dante's cock, warming its slit to contact- but short of taking him into his mouth in earnest, what with his denial and all.] We've yet to even begin.
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You…!
[ He never thought he’d to run into someone actually worse than Eiden, but truly this world is full of surprises. It’s only years of strict discipline that’s even kept most of his reactions out of Matoba’s predatory gaze, but even that is making his skin tingle in ways he’d rather not think about right now.
But Matoba’s successfully reduced him to a flushed, panting mess, Dante gritting his teeth to bite back an actual plea as Matoba pulls away before he comes, his nerves taut, his heart racing, every inch of his body crying out at him to flee—at least metaphorically.
This is not a man to be toyed with. This is completely dangerous, uncharted territory.
This is, somehow, extremely fucking sexy, but Eiden’s already proven that he has a thing for defiance, hasn’t he?
So maybe Matoba denying him his climax is a blessing in disguise, for he surely would have lost then and there, unguarded and unprepared as he is for a truly dangerous and unpredictable foe. Right now he knows he’s being given a reprieve, knows that this is all some insidious trap, knows that Matoba’s just somehow going to win this encounter no matter what, but…
He’s defeated impossible odds before, hasn’t he? And he’s still not going to back down from a challenge, trap or no trap! ]
You utter fool…
[ He grabs Matoba firmly by the chin then, glaring down at him fiercely for a moment before he wrenches Matoba up onto his lap to kiss him senseless, his tongue eager but sloppy in its technique, tasting the remnants of his own burgeoning arousal on the other man’s tongue. ]
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Ufufu--
[Matoba barely gets a chuckle out before Dante is reaching out to grab for him, eye widening slightly just as his roughened palm grips at his chin and leads him upward. The servant is obliging none the less, raising himself up from his knees to straddle Dante's lap instead; their cocks brush, Matoba no less aroused by their activities, and brushing past the wetter cock in Dante's lap, his mouth opens with a shiver to the invasion of Dante's tongue, heat passing between their mouths, between their bodies.]
[He allows Dante to plunder and bully as he likes, this time- and as much as his hips tempt to buck, as much as his fingertips itch to wrap around them both and stroke, he keeps to the rules of the game. Mouth only; so he focuses instead on pushing his tongue against the other man's, sucking on the one that invades his mouth, each movement slow and precise and mechanical, a conniving contrast to Dante's sloppy enthusiasm.]
[It's only when they finally break for breath that he rasps out a chuckle again, tracing Dante's mouth with his own.]
The rules say that I may only use my mouth, [Matoba purrs, his voice warmed with his own arousal,] but I suppose they said nothing about what you can do to me.
[If Dante is reading that wicked statement as an invitation, who could blame him?]
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[ Honestly, it’s a miracle that he can even manage that particular retort considering how…bewilderingly talented Matoba is at simple kissing. The things one could do with one’s tongue… Or maybe it’s just that he hasn’t had much experience? Ugh. He won’t lose!
Never mind if his voice comes out raspy and breathless! He’d like to think he has the upper hand right now! ]
And I require silence.
[ He might learn to regret making that order even as he dives back into that kiss, maneuvering them both with some awkwardness until Matoba’s back hits that couch and Dante’s straddling him for a change, stripping away what little clothing Matoba had been made to wear as he does his very best to search for a weak spot and avoid—with a mighty show of discipline—grinding down, because Matoba doesn’t deserve that kind of honor just yet— ]
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I do not think that's how the game wrkph--
[The dry, sassy remark is muffled by Dante's fiery insistence, pushed down onto his back and maneuvered into the crevice of the couch. His breath stutters, mostly because he's being practically crushed in half by Dante's weight setting upon him, but his body is easily revealed by the pushing away of the silky toga that had been foisted upon him, revealing easy access to pale skin.]
[And, certainly, he isn't without his own interest- though not nearly fully hard yet, with a lack of attention and having barely gotten started on Dante when he'd been given access with his mouth, torn away before he could truly begin to appreciate the Fire Lord's flavor. Truly a shame, that, Matoba frowns to himself as the man's hands begin to roam his body.]
I do believe that this constitutes a forfeit, [He says cooly instead, the gleam in his eye taking on a touch of annoyance and venom. Something about his smile said that Dante was in dangerous territory.] If you are refusing my service.
Well? Is that right?
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Very few things in life have gotten him to do that. He’d been swift and decisive since that time he’d made a pact with the fire spirits, and…
Matoba had managed to reach deep, deep down into some hidden primal instinct that he’d long since though buried.
His hesitation doesn’t last, though. But still, however brief that pause was, it’s enough to rattle him, and he hates that.
Just who—or what—is this man, anyway? ]
…I ordered silence.
[ Not that he expects Matoba to obey at this point. He’s not even sure he can actually stop him now. He’d lost control long ago and even like this he feels like he’s teetering on the edge of some steep precipice, and falling off a cliff still sounds a lot better than having to deal with whatever schemes this one is hatching.
It’s aggravating.
It’s intriguing.
The part of him that loves a challenge can’t help but respect Matoba for posing a genuine challenge. And he can feel all the telltale signs of it—the racing heartbeat, the rush, the promise of pushing his physical limits…
So he can’t help that grin of his, one that’s near-maniacal with desperation and extremely confused lust— ]
You still have the opportunity to impress me.
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[Matoba agrees silkily, tongue running along the rim of his upper lip. Peas in a little pod, aren't they?] No, rather, you're accustomed to only encountering those who will follow you without question? You need to work on your negotiation skills.
[Matoba sits, back straight with his own strange nobility, his unflinching smile. "Negotiation" isn't the only way to put it. But he doesn't expect that this is a man who is clever enough to wind himself around another's neck like a snake.]
[His hand slides up the front of Dante's torso to feel the hard muscle beneath, and then up over a thick pectoral to cup his hand there. He gazes upward through his lashes with his one visible eye, contemplating, while his back is crushed into the sofa by the weight of the man straddling him between his legs.]
But I'm meant only to use my mouth. This is a pretty inconvenient situation for me. Are you going to submit to being pleasured by me, or not?
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Fine, then. I’ll grant you a boon for having entertained me this far.
[ He’s not sure this man could ever bore anyone. He’s not sure he even wants to be asleep or have his back turned to this one. And that’s
kind of hota challenge he intends to face head on, no matter what the consequences. ]I lift the restrictions upon you. Use whatever you wish to pleasure me. If you can.
[ It’s a bold challenge, especially for someone as inexperienced as Dante, but in some strange way he can’t help but want to prove himself in front of this completely annoying and utterly fascinating one-eyed stranger.
Who knows? Maybe he’ll learn the secrets to conquering the Dark Zone by conquering this one’s foul aura, and he’s not talking about the clearly malevolent energies swirling around this man and making Dante’s flame tattoos itch something terrible. ]