TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

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

MARK OF THE GODS

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

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

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

MADDENING HUNGER

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

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

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

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

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

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

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

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

ROYALS

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

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

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

SERVANTS

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

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

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

WILDCARDS

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

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

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

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

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

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

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

WILDCARD AUCTION

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

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

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

CASTING LOTS

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

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

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

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

HEADS OR TAILS

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

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

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

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

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

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

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

BATTLE ROYALE

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

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

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

SUBDUE THE BEAST

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

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

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

RACE TRACK

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

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

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

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

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

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

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

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

MUSCLE CONTEST

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

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

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

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

WRESTLING MATCHES

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

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

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

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

WAYWARD ARROWS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

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

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

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

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

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

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

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

NARCISSUS

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

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

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

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

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

PANDORA’S BOX

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

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

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

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

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

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

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[theidlemaiden]

[ It's clear that something is steering her, something that is somewhat out of her control as she fingers continue to gently trace the jagged skin and she steps that much closer to him. Maybe some of that is that due to the fact that she's hyperaware of his gaze on her despite how this isn't the first time that she's been bared before him. The same can't be said about her, even if her mind seems to skip right over the puckered skin that is impossible to hide.

There's plenty of new sights to drink in, his arm for one. And the other? The tattoo glowing bright and demanding on in the middle of his chest. Her fingers dance up the curve of his shoulder, across his collarbones and down the muscled plains of his chest until they come to rest over the tattoo that seems to breathe as the steam swirls around them.

Even with the knowledge that this place had more or less branded them with these tattoos, Ragna's is pretty and far more intricate than she would have expected for someone like him. Prettier than hers. The club on wrist is simple and plain with no mistaking it for what it is - except the longer she stays tracing the lines on Ragna's chest, the more the black begins to turn into a gradient pink.

She doesn't notice though, all of her attention focused solely on him and how he hasn't touched her. From beneath her lashes she looks up at him, her other hand skimming his waist as she taps the centre of his diamond. ]

Flare up like this, you mean?

[belialedge]

[ If something is steering her along, than it appeared that Ragna didn't mind being her final destination by the way he doesn't shy away or flinch at her tracing the marred, jagged skin that connects his human flesh to the blackened limb. If anything, his own suit responding to such visual and physical stimulation, preying upon his heightened sensitivity and growing arousal, made him that much more receptive as her more slender digits dance up his shoulder. It wouldn't feel any different to the touch for Hilda, but to the Grim Reaper she's standing so dangerously close to beneath the beating water of the showerhead?

It burns. It burns so fucking good having her this close to him. Any closer and he'd have those fuller, wet breasts of hers swelling against his chiselled front. She's so gentle in the way she explores him, however, that... ]

Hah... [ Sorry. ] Tickled there.

[ "Flare up like this, you mean?" ]

Yeah...real pain in the ass, that.

[ His gaze was intense, mismatched hues that were so tender before as he cared for and nurtured her away from the trauma of nearly drowning within her own distorted reflection...and it's all a prelude for that hand of his gliding against the dip of her back. Only to slide right back down and take a more possessive squeeze of her bubbly butt as his skin tingles at her touching his waist. ]

They say the diamonds get it the worst. [ Care to find out how? ] More sensitive, going into heat...

[ And as he steps in against her, their damning size difference made all the more apparent as his arousal thickens and grows with each beat of his excited heart, ]

Insatiable as hell...

[ As insatiable as his cock sandwiched between their wet bodies was, growing and twitching against her softer body as the bell end is just shy of the underside of her tits. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda's lips quirk, a prickle of amusement peeking through the heady feeling that is quickly overtaking everything else. As soon as it comes, the heat rushes back the moment Ragna's calloused hands pull her close and grip her ass. A spike of desire shoots down between her legs and her hand immediately finds purchase on his hip. Her fingernails grip into his flesh like there's any chance of him stepping back away from her. But if the evident hardness pressed between them and the heat in his gaze are any indication, that's not something that she has to worry about any time soon.

She's smart enough to know that there's something else stoking the flames of need and desire that was steadily growing in her belly and making her cunt ache. But feeling so wanted on top of everything he'd done for her leading up to this that made her feel cared for, why not thank him for it in other ways? Carnal ways that involved the press of his fingers into her curves, fucking that thick cock of his between her breasts until he was spent. ]

Maybe you could...show me?

[ The hand that was tracing the shape of his tattoo lays flat against his chest as she slowly guides him towards the bench. With a fluid motion she presses him to a seated position as her hand begins to slide down the length of his body, committing the feeling of his muscles to memory. There's no feigned innocence to help hide what she intends, which is pressing his length between her breasts as she kneels between his legs. ]

So I know what to expect in case I run into any other diamonds.

[belialedge]

[ The crescent nip of her fingernails into his flesh was like an invisible leash she keeps upon him in this moment. A collar for her "good boy" that's taken a liking to his makeshift "master" in this spontaneous romp. A spontaneous romp that, much like Hilda, wasn't lost on him as well. But rather than fight it (why would he ever with her?), it's so much better to roll with the punches. Have fun with it. And frankly? Take their sweet time getting it out of their systems knowing that the two of them were in a mood something oh-so-fierce. The steady throb of his cock pressed against her taut yet smooth belly that's sparking him to just want to lift her into his strong arms and start dropping that aching cunt of hers on his girth...maybe hoist her leg up and press her sideways against the cool shower wall so he can watch those plentiful breasts of hers bounce beneath the weight of his thrusts.

Given how deep red the suit was at the core of his chest, and just how insatiable he found himself becoming the first time they met especially? Whose to say Ragna was going to stop at just once position with her? And by the time they were done getting "clean" in the shower, if he didn't just screw her on the bathroom floor all over again. Or carry her off to the nearest bed of many in this royal suite to test the limits of the bedsprings by the time he was finished pressing her into it and carving the shape of his thick cock into her tiny pussy.

That was...unless Hilda had other plans. Plans that saw her tracing the shape of his tattoo with a gentle tickle before she's guiding him towards the bench of the shower. Smoothly enough, he sits down with a sense of wonder in his eyes, swallowing thickly as she explores the length of his body.

All so she can slip down between his already spread legs to press his length between her breasts. Silently gasping, his hands rest on the edge of his seat for purchase, his lower abdomen already clenching as Hilda was rewarded with a generously thick lurch of his cock in her cleavage. For a girl with such a nice pair as hers, he still juts out the top proudly, hard and hot against her smooth skin. ]

Careful, Hilda. [ But don't actually be careful. Not with him. Not when he's in awe of the sight of her now between his legs, fighting the urge to just buck his hips up into her tits and make them bounce around his cock. He's patient. Oh-so-patient as a heated sigh lingers on the edge of his words. ] The word is I'm a top example.

[ One hell of a primer for her if she was to run into any other diamonds, if the report "leaked" by the House was correct; and she had those hot and hard inches twitching proudly between her breasts. ]

[theidlemaiden]

As nice as that sounds, I like seeing things myself.

[ She's equal parts teasing and taunting him and he had no choice but to take it like a good boy. Just because she's the one on her knees doesn't mean that he's the one with the upper hand. Hilda would be hard pressed to admit that she doesn't enjoy exerting any sort of effort, a sentiment that extends to the bedroom - or the bathroom in this case. But even she makes exceptions to the rule even with or without her suit pushing her on. ]

So you'll have to show me. And maybe if you need some encouragement I could supply that. I'm really good at encouraging people. 

[ It's unlikely that Ragna needs any kind of encouragement before she issues her next question. (But really it's more like a command.) Not when she pushes her breasts together to push his cock that much further up between them so that she doesn't have to bend her head too far. Too far for what? For her tongue to dart between her wet pink lips to lick the head of him of course. It's nothing more than a fleeting moment, just enough to draw out his desire and for her to  taste his pre-cum on her tongue.

The taste stokes her own need and the ache between her legs, calling to mind a memory from their time on the beach when she had deep throated him then, making him throb and cum in her mouth. Her mind hooks onto the memory so visceral and real like she could taste it again. And as if she can, she slowly she licks her lips before motioning beside him to where she real bottles stand. ]

Be a good boy and pass me the body wash. 

[ And until he does she holds him there between her only using the most minute motions as a coaxing temptation of what's to come. Every second he takes retrieving the bottle sees her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips forming a perfect 'o' around the tip encasing it in warmth for mere seconds before pulling it out again before going too far. ]

[belialedge]

[ Seeing things for herself... The way he interprets that, it makes him fleetingly think of the inevitability that she was going to be indulging with potential other Diamond suits. She'd see for herself, she says... And if the example he sets was so good that it keeps her coming back for more? It's what the diamond tattoo was spurring in him, lust at an all-time high as it responds vividly to Hilda's advances. To the pillowed sensation of having her impressive breasts pushed together around his cock. Most others wouldn't see a boost in their suit when in the middle of having fun.

But for Ragna? A man that had a penchant for holding back in more ways than one? But of course the House would gift him that mug. They were both certainly reaping the benefits of it now as he can't help but let out a heated laugh at her encouraging words. ]

I'm gonna show you. [ A beat. ] Any more encouragement is extra credit.

[ He has been taking up a side-gig with teaching... Would Hilda like that? A little extra credit and recognition from her 'professor' she's got sandwiched between her tits? Because she's earning it in spades whens he dips her head to lick the beading head of his cock while he's nestled in her cleavage. She didn't have to bend far, given just how thick and long he fills out for her as his back only slightly arches from the stimulation. She's comfortable down there.

Best let them both have their fun when he could show her what the Diamond Suit would have in store for her. Because if the rabbit meat turned him into an insatiable bunny breeding her relentlessly? The Diamond Suit bolstered that to an absurd degree. Because by the time she inevitably does get him to 'pop' for her, and make a right mess of those perfect tits and glaze them in cum? He was still going to be throbbing hot and red. Raring to go. Daring to take another round if she pleases him well enough. He wasn't going to be left exhausted or spent yet by the time he was returning the favour on her later. He wants to stir the desire in her loins too.

Or more direct, stir and rearrange her insides by the time he had her voice bouncing off the walls and fucking her. The minute motions of her breasts rolling around his cock was damn distracting...but he's already picking what she's laying down as he uses his superior reach to grab that bottle of body wash. There's an audible 'pop' of that lid while her lips encase the swollen head of his girth, coaxing a moan that has his voice bounce off the marble walls. ]

Here. [ Whether she takes it or has him do the honours, the assignment was clear as crystal. ] Make sure you get every inch.

[ Top to sinfully throbbing bottom. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Truthfully the thoughts of anyone else - Diamond suit or otherwise - are far from her mind. Even if her suit hadn't flared so brilliantly against her pale skin her thoughts wouldn't have wandered anywhere else but Ragna in this moment. The sight of him and the way water beaded and ran down the expanse of his muscular chest and of how perfectly his cock sat pressed between her breasts makes her mind reel with need and heady desire enforcing the thought that this is the only Diamond suited guest she cared about.

Delight has her lips curling at the promise, mind and suit both spinning up fantasies of him bending her over a desk at the Ugly Ducking or her sucking him off underneath a desk for extra credit. Her cunt aches at the thought and she mentally adds it to the list of things she wants do with him later. But for now? Pink orbs stay trained on him as she tongue continues to flick and tease the slit of his length waiting patiently for him to do as she asked. He deserves a reward for saving her, for being there when she had needed someone.

The sound of Ragna's moan makes her hum in pleasure as she slides the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and pushing it further into her mouth. She takes her time sliding her mouth back up and off it, a hand brushing teasingly against his inner thighs to reach for the body wash. Cool liquid coats her breasts and his length and she tosses it aside as soon as there's more than enough to work with. Without wasting any time she pushes her breasts together, encasing him in warmth as she begins to move them. ]

Fuck into them, Ragna. I want to hear how good I make you feel.

[belialedge]

[ If that was a thought on Ragna's mind, than little Miss Goneril was doing a damn good job of dispelling that very notion in record time. They're the farthest from her mind in the moment; just as Hilda was front and centre for him. There was no comparison. There was only one of her, and right now - suit activation or no - it's all Ragna can do to sit pretty for her while she drinks him in from her position between his legs, the pillowed softness of her breasts wrapping around his cock so perfectly creating a visual that wasn't going to be leaving for a long time. Hell, she's already burnt it in at this stage— a position and a sensation that he would find himself coming back for again and again. Just as he'd make sure in kind that her own needs and urges were sated in kind.

For the fun of the game or not, after pulling her away from her distorted reflection the way that he did, and the spontaneous date they had when they had emojis to spend, she can do this any time she wanted. She could bite his lip to challenge him to growl back and act a little more bestial with her. Suck his cock and leave him a panting, begging mess for his release before he filled that sweet cunt into she was moulded by the shape of him. She'll earn all the credit in the world, this world deigning him to play that misplaced role as a professor for those students that couldn't get enough of their teacher. A taboo that would no-doubt play over and over in his mind while he did his damnest to hold that composure while she was sucking him off beneath a desk.

And he'll give all of it to her, the diamond tattoo at the core of his chest burning hot and feeding into those desires as their eyes lock and his own pair have a glassy, drunken daze to them as she flicks and teases the slit of his measure. All the while his cock pulses and twitches a little bit heavier between her perfect tits. Even before the cool slickness of the body wash hits his cock, his back is arched and his thigh muscles are flexing so deliciously beneath the touch of her hand as a fresh dribbling of precum mingles with the rest of the soapy mess being made in her cleavage.

She didn't need to tell him twice by the time she was squeezing him a little bit tighter, causing her bust to balloon and encase him even more. Gods, she had such a nice pair. She was big enough that she was covering up most of his sizeable dick. Making him feel like he's buried somewhere else nice and slippery, nice and tight as she urges him to fuck into the bed of her tits. With Hilda holding her breasts around him, he plants his hands on the edge of the marbled seat for support as he cants his head with adoration for her. ]

You have any idea how hot you look with a good dick between those tits?

[ The very same dick that glides further up in her cleavage as he pumps his hips, causing an audible 'clap!' to bounce in the shower room as his thick bell end juts out the tops, the friction causing her to get all soapy and even smoother to fuck into. A deep, deep groan fills the air between them as he makes good on her wishes, a treat for the eyes and for his cock being serviced so damn well as he causes them to bounce from the impact of his thrusts. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The Goddess and all her faithful bishops would probably faint at the knowledge that Hilda had daydreamed perhaps once or twice in her life about "defiling" the Academy's classrooms in any number of ways. Whether she'd actually gotten the chance to live out those daydreams are her own little secret. And as for the Ugly Duckling, she and a certain white-haired queen were going to mark off at least one of the rooms there in the future. But there were plenty of classrooms and an endless number of days that stretched beyond with hours to be filled doing whatever they wanted within the resort's questionable boundaries.

The way his tattoo seems to burn and glow matches the way her own club tattoo begins to morph and grow a garden from her wrist and down her forearm. Brilliant pinks and greens unfurl from the darkened club as if Ragna's own suit was the sun. Hilda too seems to bask at the sight of him straining to keep his composure as he fucks into the channel she's created for him to fit snug between. Her lips curl feeling the way her need is beginning to grow along with the satisfaction of watching Ragna unravel between her breasts and hearing his groan echo around them in the shower. ]

I can probably guess considering how hard you are. But I'd rather have visible proof that I feel good.

[ And though the sight of him rutting into her is brilliant, something that could fuel any nights she took to her bed by herself after this, she halts him. Despite the length of him being coated in body wash she spits, watching it drip down between her breasts, pooling in the concave of her chest and onto the tip of his cock. She admires it for a moment before her eyes trail back up towards him with perfect innocence. ]

Are you going to be good to me and make a big mess of my tits, daddy?

[belialedge]

[ Hilda is a remarkable woman. He wasn't ignorant to sex or even various kinks and temptations. But all of them were so far out of his reach back home. The back of his mind. Shoved so far and deep back that he never would have imagined himself even indulging in discovering what made him tick. The reason that she was remarkable in this light? Never in a thousand years would Ragna have ever learned that he actually liked being called daddy. That he could fall so deep into the heat of the moment that he could call Hilda his baby girl- that he couldn't wait before he was splitting her pretty pink pussy on daddy's fat cock. She really was a sweet girl...with a good head on her shoulders.

Yet how she awakens something in him. He's never gonna be allowed to hear the word in innocence ever again. And she's going to be the first person on his mind whenever it happens. She's the only one that's ever called him that. And if it meant that she got to keep an exclusive piece of Ragna to herself like this? ]

Visible proof like a hot load for your tits? [ He can't help himself, the addictive ringing of the bottoms of her breasts clapping against his thighs when his hips thrust up into the tight channel urging her and encouraging her further.

Then she halts him. His body visibly tenses and he has to moan with satisfaction and anticipation when she spits into her cleavage and gets him even wetter. Body wash, spit, precum, his bottom half has melted away. The only thing hard about him was that massive cock that looks like its on the brink of popping. Gasping when she asks him if he's gonna be a good daddy and make a mess of her rack? Ragna's blackened right hand slips beneath her breasts to pull from the base of his cock. Until his length slips out and it's back in his grip, rubbing against her boobs. ]

You think I should? You wanna make daddy cum with those big tits of yours? [ He taps the girthy underside of his cock against her breasts with a wet jiggle, smothering them as he fills her pretty little head with promises and a sense of urgency. ] Yeah? You wanna keep making daddy cum till you're dripping?

[ Still so patient and good to her as their eyes lock, he leans down for her, his free hand tipping her chin up so that he can hungrily kiss her where she stays between his legs. Glistening, thinning lines of spit break away as he wedges his cock back between Hilda's breasts, throbbing wildly for her as he lets her pick up right where she left off. ]

Keep pumping daddy's cock, princess.

[ Whoa! ...Where did THAT come from, Ragna? 💦 ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ She had never really thought about kinks to any great length back home. Upon arriving at the Academy she hadn't jumped into any and every bed. The youngest and only daughter of House Goneril was smarter than that. But when she did find someone she trusted - not loved because those were two very different things in her mind - sleeping them was still more of a means to an end. There hadn't been much time to explore the extent of her likes and dislikes and even less time to do so when the war began. Fucking at that point was a way to escape, warmth to share even if it was only for a little while.

Being called "princess" is one thing. But it would never have crossed her mind to think that she would have enjoyed being called it in a scenario like this. With Ragna's cock jutting out from between her breasts, rock hard and straining with the cum she wanted to be covered in - it drives her mad with want, stoking the warmth filling her core. The temporary removal of his length from between her breasts nearly has her protesting, tempting her to act more like a brat than a pouty princess except there's no way to disguise the way her eyes trail the movement of his cock tapping against her nor the hunger in her eyes that seems to gleam at his words.

It's probably a stark contrast to the way she gazes up at him so doe-eyed and innocent. But she has to play the part of daddy's princess well, doesn't she. There's no disguising the noise of want that croons from the back of her throat, the way heat blooms at the apple of her cheeks something desperate and wanting at being called princess. ]

Shoot your fat hot load over your princess. [ This time as she begins to move there's no languid motions to her teasing. They're purposeful as she fucks him fast and hard creating more wet, hot friction than she had before. ] And when you're done I want you to fuck me with that big messy cock of yours so you can feel how wet I am for you. [ The last word falls from her lips is both a coax and a plea wrapped into one. ] Please cum for me, Ragna.

[belialedge]

[ "Shoot your fat hot load over your princess." ]

[ That does it. That teeters him- sends him past the point of no return. At this point, with how vibrantly his cock lurches between her tits as she fucks them over his cock, faster and harder until embarrassingly rhythmic slaps riddle the shower walls, it was willpower keeping him in this round until it was time that he finally popped. The shower water. The soap. Her spit. The excessive precum that shouldn't have been dribbling like an overflowing bottle of lotion yet Hilda was going to experience it all...

It's burned into his memory. Seared for eternity. And frankly? There were going to be a myriad of nights where he'd find himself stirring restlessly, thighs clenched before he roughly sighs and succumbs to his own memories. To wishing that he could just shove Hilda down to her knees whenever he wanted so that daddy's little princess can please his cock over and over. That if it wasn't for her dirty, filthy request to have her insides rearranged by that messy cock of his, he'd be asking her fuck him with those breasts again. Give him a cum-lubed titfuck and make his bottom half melt away for good.

His hips barely move, only following the rhythm of Hilda's body as she rocks her chest up and down, gliding his shaft deep in her cleavage as if he were pounding into her pussy. The temptation to haul her into his lap right after this and let her bounce on it was equally there. It's too many scenarios. Too many things he wants to try.

And with how rampant their Suits were after too much of that miracle cup?

Chances were neither one was going to remember the hour by the time they were done. ]

Hilda... [ Say it again. ] Hilda...!

[ "Please cum for me, Ragna." ]

Fuck...fuck- Haa...!

[ His core tightens, his abs clench almost painfully hard, and the proud bell end of his cock actually bumps her chin, staining it with pre before she'd feel his thickness twitch with each heavy, hot load he lets. His vision halos at the sight of her again. Angelic, cute, bratty, downright burning hot and about to drain him of every last drop of this round as he erupts between her tits. A pretty necklace, glistening, big pearls that slide down her neck. And should she keep him between her bust, he'd continue cumming, muscles stuttering and his legs shaking slightly until he finally calms.

Even then, the last few spurts are generous, his semen laced in a potent aphrodisiac thanks to the suit that the House deemed perfect for him as her tits are stained white.

And he's front row and centre for it all as she gets everything she wants. Including a swollen, sensitive, reddened cock still dribbling cum and bulging as if it was desperate for more. ]

Haa...haa...haa...

[ Just a minute. Or less. You did good. Really fucking good. ]

That's my girl, [ he breathes blissfully, wantonly in the heat of the moment as his hips give a languid roll in her cum-soaked breasts. ]