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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

You have quite a bit of other things to discover about me.

[ Well okay Minos has probably already discovered having an absolute tidal wave of tentacles being thrust at him at some point in their time knowing each other, the move an attempt to encircle the man and get him pinned down on the bed beside Kleken once more. Because if Minos was just going to be disgustingly charming at him when given control, then Kleken was absolutely going to fight back against him for control of this wild dream ride. ]

[ Minos merely scoffs when those tentacles come after him, not at all fighting back or struggling when they pin him down as Kleken wished, because all he has to do is smile smugly at him to indicate that, yes, he still has the upper hand here.

Surely Kleken hadn’t expected him to be scared? ]

Still a sore loser, I see.

[ He flexes his muscles amid the firm and slimy bonds of his tentacles, noting how hot and slippery they feel against his skin, the way heat curls low in his belly at the thought of being pinned down and helpless and at their mercy—

Even if he’s still confident enough in his own abilities to fight his way out of this. ]

I hope this isn’t all you’re capable of.

[ Even if he inwardly bristles at being called a sore loser, his outward appearance remains cocky and cool as ever, straddling the other man's chest once he has him pinned down. And while they both are quite aware that Minos can break free anytime, he keeps the tentacles on his wrists and ankles, leaning over to arrange Minos' hair neatly away from his face before trailing his fingertips against his jaw. ]

[ All the better to meet him eye to eye. ]

I do believe it's about time that mouth of yours be put to better uses.

[ A finger slides up to press against Minos' lower lip then, curling just a bit to reveal the other man's teeth. Just enough that his fingernail can brush against the enamel that would undoubtedly bite his finger off if given the chance. ]

If you'd be kind enough not to bite, I'll be sure to return the favor.

[ He doesn't need to look away to send his tentacles out behind him, raising up that tunic of Minos' to pool neatly against his stomach and leave the butler exposed to the tentacles that brush over his thighs. ]

[ How do tentacles bite? Does Minos want to find out that answer? ]

[ Minos gazes back fearlessly, his challenge clear: Go on. Impress me. ]

Mmn…

[ …All right, so he hadn’t expected that move, and his eyes go wide for a brief moment when boldly sticks his finger inside.

And yet…that’s so like him that Minos can’t help but huff out this amused sort of sound through his teeth, taking care—yes, really—not to bite Kleken’s finger while he’s at it. Sure, it’s uncomfortable being like this, but something about Kleken’s attempts to get the better of him is oddly…endearing.

Not to mention that yes, he is curious to see what those tentacles would do to him, at the very least… Surely they can’t just be groping at him like usual? He might get terribly bored…

Or at least pretend to, because with the way his thighs are restlessly shifting against the slimy sensation of those tentacles, he feels anything but bored… ]

[ That he doesn't immediately lose a finger is a miracle of itself. ]

[ He's pushing boundaries here, as he's prone to do, and with little hesitation he presses his finger in further, to seek passage past those nasty teeth of his and keep Minos in this blessedly silent state. Would the man let him do something so undignified and filthy, he wonders, or will he really lose a finger after all. ]

[ Do be a dear and ignore that he hardens a bit at the thought of that, Minos. ]

[ To pile incentive onto that silent mental request, his tentacles are on the move again, seeking out that monsterous (in Kleken's opinion) cock of his to slither over. There's no satisfying curl or wrapping to them, he hasn't done anything to earn such niceties yet, so Minos will simply have to be satisfied with the slick movements around it. A few more tentacles are also busy curling around the butler's knees and ankles to keep him from kicking up too much and catching Kleken off guard. A safety precaution, surely he'll understand. ]

Oh you are much more enticing like this.

[ Shame he can’t make some snappy quip at that, but with everything going on right now, surely Kleken would understand. Because Minos isn’t immune to the sensations those tentacles present, shifting restlessly underneath Kleken, his mind torn between wanting to chase the fleeting sensations of those tentacles slithering at his legs or wresting himself free to turn around and pin Kleken to the bed.

He can feel those strange new markings on his skin burn, though he can’t say why, but whatever the case, he…

…He doesn’t hate being degraded like this, when he normally wouldn’t suffer anyone—let alone Kleken—to put him in such an undignified state. But right now all he can think of is chasing after that pleasure, panting hard like a beast as Kleken toys with him and toys with him… ]

[ Clearly Minos should just lay back and let Kleken have his way with him every time. ]

[ He strokes his finger against Minos' tongue curiously and far too intimately, pressing down on the hot appendage after a moment as if trying to peer straight down the butler's throat. And for a hot long moment in time, Minos can probably see the thought process of the man as he debates not whether he should or not, but what he should shove down his throat. ]

[ He's apparently decided he hasn't had nearly enough danger in his life because that finger is pulled away at the same time Kleken moves himself up, leaning over the upper half of Minos' body with a hand pressed against the bed and his admittedly growing erection presented to Minos' mouth. ]

You'll take care of me excellently, won't you? Like I said, I'll be sure to do the same.

[ Minos will note that Kleken's mouth is nowhere near his dick, but he may also feel an increased presence around that part of him, more tentacles ghosting against his length. Teases of promises, just like their owner. ]

[ Keep dreaming, Kleken— ]

Hmph. Somehow…ha…somehow I doubt you’d make it that easy.

[ His jaw hurts, and he can taste some faint whiff of the sea. Worst of all is the strange feeling of loss when Kleken finally pulls his hand away. Awful.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to care that he’s a compromised, disheveled mess right now. It’s all just a dream anyway, right? That’s what he keeps telling himself, anyway, even if on some level, he… ]

But I’ll take the gamble.

[ Why not? Given that he’s unable to do more than squirm with those tentacles pinning him down, the least he can do is make use of his mouth—even if it’s on something most people would normally find repulsive, like fellating a dead fish.

But he’s felt that dick quite keenly before, hasn’t he?

So he leans in to kiss the shaft of it, trailing kisses up the length of it, trying to focus, to think of tasting the finest wines and chocolates rather than dwell on the fact that he’s debasing himself like this, that Kleken’s tentacles are becoming increasingly more distracting the longer this goes on… ]

[ Maybe he should just make his own dreams come true from now on- ]

[ Kleken feels like it's him taking a gamble right now, letting Minos' mouth anywhere near such sensitive areas. But the thrill of the risk is exhilarating and each caress of the butler's mouth against him grows the excitement. Lowers his guard inch by inch as he greedily keys into the sensation, an equally dangerous risk to take when his guard is what's keeping Minos pinned down against the bed. ]

Ah... now there's a good boy.

[ Kleken don't do stuff like that while you're in danger. ]

[ As a treat (??) Kleken's tentacles move and shift, mimicking the motions of Minos' mouth on Kleken against Minos' cock. While they can't quite get the shape of lips, the pressure of brushes is near identical, just moments after the butler does them himself. ]

[ This is definitely not a treat, this is making Minos feel like he's fellating himself and it's completely on purpose. ]

[ Wow maybe he’s just a nightmare— ]

Hmm…

[ Why is Minos gazing so keenly up at Kleken, anyway? He’s certainly not immune to what those tentacles are doing to him, how they mirror his movements. So that’s Kleken’s game? It’s cute. And in a way, Minos is grateful for it, because it’s a teaching moment for him—and because there’s also the delicious possibility of just what might happen if he puts a little teeth into the equation. After all, somebody needs punishing for daring to call him a “good boy.”

Instead, he opts to engulf that cock of his instead, almost surprised to find how warm and heavy it feels inside his mouth as he tries to suck it in earnest, his motions clumsy and clearly inexperienced even if he’s doing his best to draw as much of Kleken within himself as he’s able.

And if one of his teeth manages to nick a little at sensitive flesh? Well, he can’t fault Minos for being eager, can he? ]

[ Says the actual nightmare! ]

Oh... this is much better.

[ The words are breathed out, Kleken more than a little breathless at Minos' work around his cock. Even if the butler's technique is unpracticed and clumsy, it's the thrill of having the Andersons' butler below him that has him hardening quickly. To see the composed man sucking on his dick is an absolute treat. ]

[ He doesn't mean to moan nearly as loud as he does when he feels teeth, head ringing with excitement from the danger of it, but surely having his mouth full of Kleken's dick means he can't hear- ]

[ No that's not how it works at all. ]

You-

[ Minos knows what he did, he's sure of it. And while his tentacles are pointedly lacking in teeth to nick him back with, they aren't lacking in suckers, which are pressed into the same spot MInos' teeth nicked on the butler's cock before being sharply pulled back to inflict a snap-like sensation over skin. ]

[ Two could play this petty game. ]

[ What an honor ]

Heh…

[ Worth it. He’s going to carry that moan back with him even once this dream dissipates, and if he ever looks Kleken in the eye again…

Well, they’ve had more than their fair share of heated gazes by now, haven’t they?

Minos’ reaction is more muted—mostly because he’d seen that one coming. It smarts, of course, but as it turns out, he’s not nearly as much of a masochist as Kleken is.

But their first encounter had said as much, hadn’t it?

He pulls away from Kleken’s cock, because he really can’t help gloating a little— ]

What a cute voice.

[ Smiiiiiiiiirk. ]

[ He had literally shoved his dick into the man's mouth so he wouldn't have to hear him speak, how dare he speak anyway- ]

[ The pleasantness of a hot mouth around him is soured by Minos' words, a clear look of annoyance crossing Kleken's face for a hot moment before he quickly recomposes himself and looks down. The other man had seen that unfiltered look of his, no doubt, but he was going to aggressively pretend that he hadn't. ]

If you'd like to hear more of them, you'll need to keep your mouth occupied.

[ Kleken was going to do everything in his power to make sure Minos didn't hear a single peep of a pleased sound from him for the rest of this encounter. ]

Then make me.

[ Because Minos is taking this one moment of distraction to slip one of his arms free from that mass of tentacles pinning it down to reach out and grab at Kleken’s cock next, giving it a squeeze that’s dangerously bordering on the painful.

But all is not lost for Kleken, as despite everything Minos is very much affected by all of this, with his voice coming out breathless, his skin flushed, his hair in disarray. He’s definitely far from the clean-cut, picture-perfect butler he always tries to be.

Yet for some reason it doesn’t bother him that he’s being seen like this anymore. For some reason...

For some reason, he doesn’t mind that Kleken can see him like this, vulnerable, unguarded. Wild and unkempt. Gazing hungrily at him with a feral, Lumina-infused light that ought to be familiar to him by now.

He’s not going to take this lying down forever. ]

[ If he could, he'd take a multitude of photographs of this moment, of the indecent display below him that Minos makes and spread those photos far and wide in Umbraton. So that all could see the absolute feral state he'd reduced the infamous butler to. ]

[ At the same time, he wants lock Minos away and gloat with the knowledge that only he has seen the man make such a debauched display. Ensure no one else ever would even have the chance to make him make these same reactions. ]

[ Normal reactions to having a hateboner for an acquaintance are tough when you're a slightly (read: very) dysfunctional Umbraton citizen. ]

Gladly.

[ The words are near hissed, in part because someone is being extremely indelicate with delicate parts of him. So of course he returns the favor, reaching out to bury his fingers into Minos' hair again and yank him hard and forward so he can shove himself into that mouth again. Much less politely than the last time, but no less hard even through the pain of his hand wrapped around him. ]

[ If Minos was going to present him with such a sight of debauchery, he might as well lean fully into it and properly fuck the man's face- ]

[ It’s not like Kleken’s the only one getting a really twisted view of what’s going on in here, and Minos certainly isn’t helped by those silver tattoos of his, constantly urging him to indulge in his baser desires.

The fact that he wants to specifically indulge in those with Kleken should’ve been alarming enough, but he only meets that look Kleken’s giving him with one of challenge—

—At least until he’s shoved back into Kleken’s cock with a grunt, him reacting just in time to let go of that member before his mouth closes over it, deliberately grazing teeth over the sensitive flesh of it.

Some part of him wants to simply devour Kleken whole and leave no trace behind, to drag him away into the shadows where he can toy with him as he pleases, because he, too, is a perfectly normal Umbraton man.

And as with any self-respecting member of that fine, dimly-lit city, he doesn’t stay down for long—only giving Kleken one last, teasing lick before he pulls free of that mouth once again, this time to reach for Kleken’s thighs to pretty much lift his scrawny frame up with the full intent of tossing him onto the bed and reverse their positions—

That is, unless Kleken’s tentacles manage to stop him in time. ]

[ At least they're drowning together in terribleness... ]

[ The feeling of teeth on him draws the expected hiss between his teeth, shooting a glare down at Minos as if it were his fault entirely and not in some part Kleken's for suddenly forcing himself into the man's mouth. Clearly, it was all Minos' fault. ]

[ He blames the annoyance at himself for slightly enjoying the sting of teeth on his cock for distracting him enough, which is also Minos' fault somehow by the way. ]

[ Kleken is as easy to physically handle as ever- even with his tentacles out he's kept them light enough to keep himself maneuverable. Which unfortunately works against his favor this time, because it means he's flipped with little effort at all, tossed onto his back with a scowl as his tentacles shift and scramble under him to readjust themselves. He lets Minos have this one, just this once, though from the heated look in the conman's eyes he's heavily debating that allowance. ]

You couldn't even behave for a few minutes, could you?

My manners have been impeccable thus far.

[ How’s that for a lie? Now that they’re both in the correct positions Minos wastes no time in pinning Kleken down by the throat—one-handed, just to be a cocky bastard about it. If he’s going to take the blame for everything then he might as well commit every single sin under the sun, right?

Besides, he’ll need his other hand to drag it down Kleken’s front, his dangerously pointed fingers grazing over pale skin—not hard enough to break skin, but certainly enough to be felt. Perhaps if Kleken’s lucky those might even leave marks.

The heat of his new tattoos burns. There’s a manic, Lumina-infused glint in his eyes that shouldn’t even be there— ]

But you could do with a bit more discipline.

Your standards must have been lowered considerably then in our time apart.

[ Kleken's response is no less biting, choked as it is due to someone's over eagerness to abuse his throat in less than fun ways. Not that he expects any of the ways that Minos would abuse his throat to be fun, but there are at least a few that he'd consider more fun than this. ]

[ But of course the man is intent on ruining his body, Kleken's teeth nearly gritted at the pain that drags down his front. He hates that some part of him likes the burning sting of Minos' nails- claws?- against his front and he rather hopes they don't leave a mark so he wouldn't have to face that particular thought later. Let their rationality-less encounters remain in this strange dream-like state and not haunt him outside of here. ]

[ The look Minos is giving him though is absolutely going to haunt some of his dirtier dreams though and he's going to hate that in the future. The sharp business-prowling-perfect smile tinged with interest that he gives in response is testament to that. ]

I wonder if there's anything you could really teach me.

[ To his credit, Minos does finally relent on his grip to that throat—if only so he can drag his hand upward in an attempt to force two of his fingers into Kleken’s mouth— ]

Let’s start with that filthy little mouth of yours, shall we? We can’t have you pouring slime down the Shadowlord’s ears the moment we return to Umbraton.

[ Although Istvan isn’t someone he necessarily wants to think of right now—indeed, with the way he’s gazing intently into Kleken’s eyes at the mention of Umbraton’s famed leader, there’s clearly some tinge of jealousy to this.

Or worse—possessiveness. ]

[ His eyes sharpen the way they always do at the mention of the Shadowlord, particularly when the name comes out from another's mouth. Extra particularly when someone insinuates that Kleken would do a less than stellar job for the man. Add onto that the way he has a special kind of distaste for the man currently shoving his fingers into Kleken's mouth and oh, the look he gave back wasn't polite at all. ]

[ Not that either of them would expect it to be, really. ]

[ His lips part for those extremely rude fingers. Not out of eagerness, Minos, don't be mistaken on that part, but to bite down on them with a sharp bite and smile in return that challenges the butler above him. ]

[ He has a number of words for him that are unfortunately left unsaid, what with the preoccupation of his mouth. But the idea that he won't be making any part of this easy for Minos is more than well conveyed. ]

[ Minos grins, savoring the pain, the sharp scent of his blood as Kleken does the predictable.

No, he doesn’t expect this to be easy. He’d be disappointed if it were. ]

Enjoying yourself? I’m starting to think you like being ruined.

[ Ruined, degraded, defiled. Isn’t that just par for the course for scum crawling around Umbraton like them? Then again, these things are normally kept politely unsaid, Kleken’s own abilities to serve the Shadowlord left unquestioned, because Minos truly has no room in his mind for anything other than the Andersens—as well as the Navigator.

But with all of them gone? With only Kleken here, only Kleken to help him make sense of these strange dreams and these strange worlds he keeps finding himself in?

He pulls his fingers out, but not before leaning in to bite hard on Kleken’s shoulder, licking and sucking at the wound until it becomes a pretty little gem of a hickey, blinding red against that pale skin. ]

[ The look Kleken shoots Minos is probably just as expected as the teeth digging into his fingers. There's a number of protests he has in mind, but the most offense he takes is to the idea that Minos has ruined him in some way. ]

[ Please, he's the one who has dragged Minos down to his level right now. ]

[ And he'll gladly make himself the focus of Minos' uncontrolled passions, if it means getting to revel in a side of the man he so desperately tries to hide away. His greed wouldn't allow for anything else. ]

Nn-

[ He hadn't meant to let go of Minos' fingers, not now that he'd managed to get them between his teeth, but the bite to his shoulder makes his mouth fall open in a gasp of surprise blended with pain. Snapping down too late to hiss between his teeth as the pain takes over and Minos leaves his damn mark on his shoulder. ]

You- have quite a long way to go before you can declare you've ruined me.

[ The beast within him should never be allowed to come out to play, even when Nina’s not around to bear witness to this indignity.

He shouldn’t even be indulging himself like this, biting down on Kleken like a feral beast instead of the impeccable gentleman he’d tried so hard to be.

Damn him. Because in a way, Minos can see it too—he knows he wouldn’t have gotten this way if it weren’t for Kleken, and that’s far too much power for a non-Andersen to lord over him.

He should end him here and leave. It’s only a dream anyway. And there are no witnesses— ]

You’re mine.

[ He grabs at Kleken’s chin as he pulls away, the better to gaze down at Kleken with a cold and calculating glare, the beast inside of him barely held back as his rational mind wars with his baser instincts. ]

I can take my time to unravel you. Then perhaps you'll understand who you really belong to.

[ Realistically speaking, the second they entered the same room any notion of respectable gentlemen had been cleanly tossed out the window. They've proven time and again now that they're incapable of being any semblance of their normal selves when left alone. And at this point, in this strange resort where there is no one else from Umbraton to run across them and no reputation to carefully regard, Kleken's going to lean into it as hard as he can. ]

[ Minos does make it so easy to descend into hedonism when he responds so well to Kleken's provocations. ]

[ Even through the distaste for his chin being yanked around as much, his eyes are glittering with excitement, the smile on his face sharp and challenging. ]

Oh I would love to experience as much. If you truly believe you can rise to the challenge.

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