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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

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."

Another finger slides in, and Baptiste's back arches as if intending to shove his neck and shoulders clear through the ground. The force behind this press causes his grip on the other's hair to tighten. Another curse leaves his throat.

"Fine- Fine," he moans and his hips jerk into that touch. Greedy. Demanding. It is a display of pure petulance that quickly causes a few whistles from the crowd about them. One stray onlooker cups a hand to the side of his mouth while yelling for the blonde to prepare to saddle up. A few hollers follow at this idea.

The anticipation is at its height. His bare flesh scrapes against the ground from his own doing - his blonde hair sticking to his face as he pants.

"Being the star better mean you make that spectacle, darling-" Baptiste shudders as he smirks up at the other. Then his hand slides from the tangle of hair to caress just below the man's jaw. He wets his lips.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please let me ride you. Please show me how you dominated this match..." the blonde declares - an edge of performative begging creeping into his voice. Each new please is spaced with a valiant attempt to catch his breath - yet it never comes, "I'll tell them all what a great cock you have, just like I promised so please fuck me."

... Two can play at the being a little evil game. He's said please as promised - though it's clear there is a dare here. To see if Chika will rise to his play or grow too shy to follow through.

There he goes. He thought that Baptiste would break down after the third finger. The lube was good, his fingers were persistent, and the cat calls were daring.

And the hair pulling was just the cherry on top of the cake. Saddle up indeed.

When Baptiste did start his begging, it was clearly a dare. Another man might have sputtered, gone red faced or died a little from what he was being dared to do.

Not the wolf. He laughed, a sharp bark of a sound as all of the daring. Performance forward indeed.

"Come on darling." He pulled his hand out, and pulled away. But that was to simply grab him gently by the hips and shoulder, helping Baptiste up and onto his lap. Not on his cock. Not yet. Instead, he picked up the forgotten bottle and shook it.

"Think you need more of this? You looked pretty close to being undone there."

How rude. But maybe it was all just evil little plays that enhanced the performance.

Fingers pull out so abruptly that Baptiste makes a noise far more earnest than performative. A sharp, shuddered gasp that settles as a whine in the back of his throat. From the reaction of the crowd, it becomes quickly apparent they registered just how genuine a sound that was.

Being pulled from the ground and guided to straddle the other's lap - Baptiste's eyes once again take in the arena and the throngs of long-standing guests that watch with prying eyes as he pants, feeling a trace of lube that had been pressed into his hole leak down his thigh. It leaves his throat dry and his chest tight as the bite mark Chika had given him earlier throbs with the change in positioning.

The crowd loves the marks of teeth almost as much as Baptiste had...

His eyes glance to meet Chika's. The reminder of how close he'd been causes his cock to throb. He could've come from those massaging, stretching fingers and the stroking of his cock alone - yes. And, god, if his body hadn't been ready for it.

But this would be perfect. It would be worth the incidental edging this transition caused.

"Please slather more on. I want to hear it when you bury yourself inside of me," Baptiste wets drying lips, "Then we'll see which one of us really comes undone when you find just how much I can take."

The sharp noise was wonderful, especially the whine. He loved it from the way his lips moved into a large, shit-eating grin. And the crowd heard it too.

It was quite the sight for everyone- the hazy eyes, the lube dripping down...it would be amazing once it was cum.

Really, he was cruel to stop now, just to get Bapiste onto his lap. But he had begged so prettily. Maybe he could be forgiven for the edging.

"It sounds like you're used to taking the big ones." He drawled as the bottle was uncapped. And since the hunter was so eager, he just stroked it over his own cock, hard and quick, enough to make himself wince from the roughness.

But he was already rewarding himself by moving to lift the blond up by the hips.

"Here princess." He murmured into his ear, even as he made to push him down onto his cock. "This is all for you."

Used to taking the big ones? Well. It's more of a bluff than anything else. He's taken his fair share of average men - though perhaps he's feeling emboldened after his little show with that professorial "puppet master" during the string event. He'd slid himself down on that sizeable cock - though he's not sure he could make the claim that he didn't come a bit undone in the process...

But now this is redemption arc of sorts! Or something!

The edging is forgiven when Chika lines up his cock and guides Baptiste's body downwards. Baptiste's hips shift for a better angle as the head of the other's erection presses past the ring of muscle. In fact, he angles himself almost too well - allowing Chika to slip in deep with the first thrust. His back arches as he lets out a gasp, eyes rolling as he indulges in the sensation of becoming suddenly filled and stretched. His insides tighten as if he could pull the other somehow closer, deeper in his ravenous desire.

"O-oh thank fuck-" a smile returns to bruised lips that are slick with saliva. One of Baptiste's hands finds a new home at Chika's shoulder while gropes its touch into the other man's chest.

When Baptiste speaks next, his words are all breath and heat, "Best let the winner relish in his victory, hm?"

His hips shift - taking their upward motion much slower than that initial plunge. His teeth worry at his lip for the show of it, offering a coy glance to Chika before pushing himself back down. His hips and torso quickly prove an impressive range of flexibility in motion - as Baptiste begins the show of his ride.

If Chika heard about the puppet master...he might want to know how big they were. What made the hunger go so easily undone. Just a casual interest, not a challenge to be taken up. Not at all.

The wolf, large or not, was glad to see how eager Baptiste was and how quickly he slid down. For all he taunted with mentions of princess and the like, the blond was a good sport.

And a show off but that was a given.

"And let me enjoy the show, mm?" He made to move his hands then- one supporting his hip, and the other sliding to brace Baptiste, his hand spreading out over his lower back. He wanted to see how flexible he'd be.

And too, see how much the blond liked his chest hair. He wouldn't mind a bit of tugging if if just so happened.

Not a challenge to be taken up at all, of course! Why ever would the werewolf feel any sort of inklings of competition?

Baptiste is a good sport, if only because the taunts of princess and darling are ultimately roles for him to play rather than anything damning to his ego. His confidence is ultimately unflappable - the man comfortable with showing just how 'flexible' he could be by being a little bit of anything people may want him to be.

Such is the promise of the performer - after all.

"Of course, mon cher," Baptiste purrs.

His back arches under Chika's coaxing touch. Fingernails dig into the other's shoulder as his hips move to meet with the other's body. His fingers spider over the man's chest, fingertips tugging at hair as he finds purchase as his body swallows Chika's cock once more.

"Oh, you're so thick-" Baptiste moans out the praises he'd promised Chika if the other had won. In part it's to keep his promise, in another part it's to see if he could fluster the other, "You fill me up so w-"

A new shift of his hips sends the other inside of him at a new angle, cutting off his praise. The sharp sensation of pleasure with just a bit of pain forces a sudden gasp - the crowd around them offers a rising clamor. With each new thrust inside of him, Baptiste becomes increasingly aware of just all of the eyes on him in this moment. How a ravenous crowd eats up just how blonde hair plasters to his damp forehead or how his back strains in the curved arch. A sheen of sweat is beginning to form over his flesh as he continues.

All the while his own cock aches. Each rough grind of his own hips sending a jolt of wanting through his own nerves.

Him? Feel competitive over something as petty as size? Oh, he didn't feel any of that at all!

But he did enjoy seeing Bapiste being a very good sport about all of the pet names. They were only little taunts, and parts of the show they were giving to their very captive audience. Not that Chika was paying any attention to that at all.

He was paying more attention to the praise spilling from his lips, cut off by waves of pleasure and rolling thrusts.

"You're very good at this." Chika murmured for the blond's ears. Oh, he could be loud and ensure he had all the praise repeated by the crowd in a chant. But he didn't. Instead, he lightly pressed his lips against Bapiste's skin- and offered a gentle nip to see if he could elicit a gasp from the chest bite, quick and small as it was.

"But you look like you need a little more...don't you? Think you can use your words?" What a sore winner. Just taunting a firebreather like nothing else. What was a poor man to do when a werewolf was taunting and trying to make them gasp and moan in front of everyone...?

Especially when he was starting to pick up the pace.

The pace picks up, and Baptiste gets his answer: he wouldn't be flustering Chika here. In fact, the man seems quite eager to rise to such taunts that each pleasurable thrust is nearly dizzying. His teeth worry at his bottom lip as nails dig into Chika's chest to bring a raised pink trail. His body, once straining to arch outward to show-off slowly begins to curl inward as if some part of him wanted to curl around the other and cling-

Chika nips at his flesh and Baptiste does let out a gasp that it quickly drowned in a heated moan. His insides clamp down on the other desperately as another tremble shoots through his body.

"I do. I do- Oh God, touch me. I need you t-" Baptiste voice is hampered by his own panting and the tearing of another groan from his throat that is dripping with a ravenous hunger. Each thrust sends another blossoming sensation of need to unfurl in his veins. In this state, Chika might just get a please from Baptiste as his own head lulls backward as if he were looking to the crowd from a reprieve that he knows they couldn't offer him.

Poor Baptise. Each taunt was a challenge that he was eager to raise to, and was ready to make Bapitise moan and plead with him as much as possible. And the sight of the blond moving to curl forward, and was clearly clawing (dragging, really) at his chest...

And he broke. Chika grinned, and laughed quietly, pleased with himself. There he was, weakening to his needs. He knew he could do it.

"Since you need it so badly...come here sugar."

His voice lowered to a croon, and he moved to get the hunter back into a proper sitting up position. His hips continued to move, but his hands moved around.

One kept supported him and kept the blond up; the other went to grasp the other man's cock and started to move his hand in earnest. His fingers were still a little slick with lube, thankfully, making the handjob not completely dry.

"You gonna move for me? Give me a nice big show?" He wasn't sure he could, but he wanted to see what he would do at more urging. Chika...sometimes could be a big dirty talker and a talker in general if hit with it in the right way.

'Sugar.' A pet name that would've been met with an affectionate laugh were Baptiste not on the fringe of losing his mind. Instead, his amusement registers as a languid smile. Blonde lashes flutter, his eyes rolling as Chika guides him back upright - which allows for a new angle. The other's cock is driven deep inside before meeting that same spot once more.

Again and again, Baptiste's body bounces against the bucking of Chika's hips. Heat blossoms under the other's wandering touch, and Baptiste's own hands join in. One of his hands hovers over his own mouth, fingers ghosting over a hanging bottom lip. The other reaches to cradle the back of his own neck - as if trying to ground himself against the onslaught of sensation.

When Chika's hand finally wraps around Baptiste's cock, he lets out a cry. His cock twitches under the touch, already slick with a dribbled bead of precum. The line of his body bows to better show-off his chest. It glistens with a sheen of sweat, pink nipples presented for both Chika and the crowd.

"I want to. I want to-" Baptiste's voice eeks out between moans, eyes rolling. His hips shift to meet Chika's movements - though they lack the coordination he'd previously had. It's a gesture tinged with the desperation of a man too intoxicated with sensation to maintain control. Apparently, it's a trait the crowd picks up on. The cheers grow. Some shout in gleeful realizations, ranging from some declaring that Baptiste may just start to love losing - to others that urge Chika to fuck his new darling well. Not that Baptiste really registers any of the affectionate, dirty names that fall from the crowd. Instead, each and every bit of his attention is on Chika. Every arch of his body or grind of his hips- Baptiste's body winds into a tight tense, hand dropping from his mouth to fall into a light touch at Chika's forearm.

When he looks down at Chika? A wanton smile paired with the glowing flush of cheeks. Blue eyes convey a desperate need-

"Please- Please fill me up. Keep spoiling me with your-" Another gasp, a shudder. His next few words more breathy than the last, "Spoil me with your winning cock, please."

If only Chika wasn't being such a distraction! Then Bapistie would be able to laugh and tease him right back. Instead, the blond was all sorts of flustered, and Chika was smiling, hearing the taunts of the crowd and wolf whistles from the way he had clearly put Bapiste in his place.

Or at least was driving Bapiste up and up with pleasure. He was bouncing, and Chika was trying his best to grind and pump his hand to make Bapiste shiver and moan. It was clumsy, and fumbling a bit, but Chika was starting to crumble too. He had to lick his lips, and make sure that his breathing was even so he wouldn't lose it before the hunter did.

He deserved to find his pleasure first, for fighting so hard after all.

"Yeah." His voice was husky, a little growly, even he tried to move harder, eyes glancing down at that light touch on his forearm. "I'll fill you. But...you gotta let go."

He ground up to him, hard, and offered a low laugh, his fingers digging in to keep Bapiste close for a precious few moments. "Then I'll fill you right up. C'mon. I've got you."

Baptiste's jaw trembles. First his teeth clench, a flash of desperation on his face that is robbed of any of his usual rogue-ish charm. This, instead, is a far more carnal desire. His mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as he realizes he... doesn't know this man's name. It's just been a myriad of pet names between them - yet he finds himself wanting to call the other by name.

A shudder follows. The thought is lost, as his voice instead lets out a soft whine of 'oh, darling-' to make up for it. One of his hands now rests at his own shoulder, his head lulling and pressing against it as if he could somehow collect himself.

Granted, it's far too late to not be messy now. The crowd would love it... not that Baptiste is thinking about them right now. With that hard cock pounding into his prostate, reasonable thought is fleeting.

Baptiste's release is a violent shot. Baptiste's head wrenches backward as he lets out a sharp cry. His hips tremble under the other's palm - his insides clamping down on the man inside him as if desperate to milk him of that promised fill. The other hand at Chika's forearm shifts from a gentle caress to grasping desperately. Fingernails quickly leave crescents in the other's flesh as Baptiste fights to keep himself upright.

His own cum splatters onto Chika's abdomen in a heated wash before it leaks onto his fingers.

"Please... please-" the word that had been so difficult to get Baptiste to commit to flows easy from his mouth now - a whine of a man begging to be praised, to be rewarded.

There was little to stop the ride, the tipping point for both of them. Chika could feel his breath come out in a noisy exhale, and he can feel the little pain of the fingernails pressing into his skin, the jerking against his hand, heat against his stomach.

But for all the torment he provided with this public fucking, Chika gentled as he brought his hand away, and Gabe him one last grinding snap up deep within to fill Baptiste with his come.

"Here...here. That's good."

His voice turned sweet, low. Even soothing as he finally stilled with all of his attentions.

"You were amazing. You did so well, look so fucking perfect. Everyone thinks you did beautifully."

He had no idea if the blond could understand. But he was happy to croon out praise.

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