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

[asixthsense]

[The change in position allows Natsume a measure of control, though the flexibility of the tentacles proves how little that measure really is. Able to rise up on his knees now, Natsume used that leverage to let himself brace one hand on Kleken's shoulder while the other searched blindly behind himself. That second tentacle was trying to slowly drive him mad, he was sure of it. The sensation of the two working together was better than any toy he'd had used on him. His hand found the thicker of the two and held it in place while he attempted to grind himself down on it, but it was simply too slippery for him to gain any real grip on it.

He could only take so much, trying to rock between Kleken and those evil tentacles before feeling that he would be driven mad with teasing pleasure. How could Kleken manage to keep his self-control like this? The noises pulled from Natsume's throat were sounding more and more like begging whines, something that left Natsume's face flushed. At some point he'd started stroking himself but it wasn't enough. Did he have to beg for something more than this? He would... He could...

First he had to break the kiss, sucking in a gasp of air as he lifted his chin to expose his neck to Kleken's attentions again.]

Please, I need more, I want to feel you...

[Natsume released his own cock to reach behind himself again in search of Kleken's, and when he found his prize he rose up on his knees again. The muscles in his legs were trembling as he leaned back, clinging to the man's shoulder now as he attempted to position Kleken's cock alongside the two tentacles. He wasn't going to wait for Kleken, not if he could help it. Natsume needed him now.]

[lieabilities]

[ What sweet, delicious music to his greedy ears. ]

[ Overwhelmed as he was by the effects of the aphrodisiac, there was one thing that could get KLeken to focus, could make the man hold himself back with iron restraint until that specific desire had been satisfied. ]

[ Getting someone to beg for him. ]

Good boy.

[ He'd held out, through Natsume's alluring squirms in his lap and his desperate attempts to fuck himself on his tentacles. Through the bucks up against his own hard cock, eager for touch once more. Through watching Natsume hurriedly try to jerk himself off in need before finally, finally giving in. ]

[ That he presses Kleken's dick against the tentacles rather than try to replace them has his smile only growing deeper and his cock throbbing all the more. If he wants to be that filled, well, far be it from Kleken to turn such healthy ideas down. ]

[ Natsume is spared, just a bit, by virtue of Kleken wrapping the two tentacles around his own cock instead, making it thicker and textured once more as the younger man presses down against him. His breathless chuckle is buried into the other's neck as he shifts his own hips up, impatient now, and if Natsume doesn't quickly press himself down on him, he'll be using his own hands on the other's waist to slam him down onto his altered cock without pause. ]

[asixthsense]

[The praise washes through Natsume like finding a ray of warm sunlight on a storm-darkened afternoon. It was something he'd been denied most of his life, and now he was even more determined to please Kleken the best he could manage. That was right- he'd gotten so caught up in his own pleasure that he'd almost forgotten this wasn't meant for him at all.

It all felt so good though...

Natsume's moment of distraction was interrupted as his hips were suddenly slammed downward and the hard cock he'd been craving was driven into him to the hilt. He couldn't help but cry out brokenly as his back arched, hands scrabbling for Kleken's shoulders to grab on to. Where the squishy tentacles had left him wanting, Natsume now found himself being given what he'd asked for and more. The tentacles twining around Kleken's cock were given a much more substantial feeling like this, and it was enough to leave his thoughts scattered.]

It's so much!

[More and more, he was finding himself growing addicted to the sensations these tentacles could give him. When he could finally drag in a breath he realized his muscles were fluttering around the tentacled cock buried inside him, teasing them both. He felt stretched to his limit and so wonderfully full. Natsume's head dropped to rest his forehead on Kleken's shoulder next to his own hand, committing the sensation of firm hands at his hips as he was impaled like this to memory before letting himself start to grind down on that cock even more.]

Kleken... Kleken please let me move... I can't take it...

[lieabilities]

[ Watching Natsume fall apart on his lap from a single, though arguably substantial, thrust in was just oh so satisfying to Kleken in ways he'd rather not touch upon. Not when he has the younger man scrambling at his shoulders and quivering atop him, hips rocking in a desperate move for satisfaction that was ever so pleasant to see. Even more so when Kleken's greed was on full display. ]

Oh but you're taking me so well... you could take more, couldn't you?

[ As difficult as it is, he stills his hips, resisting the urge to rock up into that tight heat as he loosens his fingers against Natsume's hips. To give him back the ability to squirm so nicely on top of him after that initial thrust. Leaning back against the bed once more, his gaze scans over the other's bared body, tentacles moving to tease at the other's chest and hips and back. ]

[ He wants to see more, to see the other fall into the pit of depravity with him of his own accord. ]

Go ahead. Move.

[asixthsense]

[Take even more? Surely he couldn't... Natsume was sure he would burst or at the very least lose his mind if one more tentacle tried to push its way inside him right now.

While Natsume might be the one on top, it was Kleken that truly held all the power. When those firm hands finally released him and the command was given, Natsume couldn't help but start to rock his hips. Slowly at first, letting his body grow more accustomed to the sensations so as to not be overwhelmed. He had to bite his lip to keep himself focused, when all he really wanted right now was to close his eyes and lose himself in gently rocking back and forth over the same couple of inches.

It was a struggle to remember he was here for Kleken, to take responsibility for what he'd inadvertently done to the man. Especially when those tentacles could be felt sliding over his skin, seeking out his more sensitive places. It was almost maddening in an entirely different way that none of them went for his own cock. It bobbed gently in the air between them as he moved, his hands braced lightly at Kleken's waist for balance.

He wouldn't give in and touch himself this time. As if it were an unspoken command now, he'd take his cue from Kleken - and right now the man clearly wanted to watch him. So Natsume leaned back a little more- groaning at the slight shift in angle as he did so- and encouraged himself to work his slow rocking into a pace more likened to riding. With how full his ass was, every little movement was pulling soft, utterly indecent noises from his lips.]

[lieabilities]

[ It's cute, watching Natsume try to keep his focus. Endearing even, for a man who most enjoys watching someone fall apart. ]

[ And while his hips remain still with great effort, the tentacles swallowed up into Natsume's body and touching over him from the outside are doing their best stir the younger man into mindless bliss. A pair of tentacles find their way to Natsume's nipples, suckers pressing over them to tug at the sensitive nubs, while another hovers itself dangerously close to his sensitive cock. If he lifts himself high enough, the tentacles 'kisses' over the head of his dick, but to do so he'll have to slip almost entirely off of Kleken and his twist of tentacles. ]

[ As for the two inside of him, they begin to shift on the odd thrust in, sometimes turning so that their suckers are pressing against the other's inner walls, sometimes turning so it's the same smooth surface that they'd started this with. Sometimes one tentacle would do it, sometimes both. And sometimes, just rarely, the bulge themselves out from around Kleken's cock to fully press themselves against his inner walls, seeking out that mind-numbingly sensitive spot inside of him. ]

You look lovely like this.

[asixthsense]

[Which one of them had been hit with the aphrodesiac again? Natsume felt as though his body were on fire from how aroused he was. His body was being attacked with pleasure from all sides, making it hard to hold himself back. Precome had started to bead and drip from the head of his cock, only to get kissed away by that hovering tentacle, a line of the sticky substance stretching between them. It was maddening, not just with how hard he had to work to get such a brief touch to his cock, but also the way his chest felt over-sensitized from the sudden attention to his swiftly hardening nipples.

It was as if twin points of heat were arrowing down toward his cock, with another building up from below where those devious tentacles had turned downright evil in the sensations they were giving him. Natsume couldn't help but cry out loudly every time they massaged roughly, or a sucker found and tugged against his prostate.

Then there was the heat of Kleken's voice washing over him again with praise. His efforts not to touch himself directly were rewarded with that one simple phrase, affirmation that the man was enjoying this as well. Natsume couldn't imagine what it must feel like for him, to have his cock wrapped so tightly with his own tentacles, to have that pressure and that buffer from the friction at the same time.]

I can't stop, I have to-!

[It was the combination of all three things at the same time; the sucking at his nipples, the brush against the head of his cock, and the rare thrust against that one spot the tentacles had been teasing. All of at once had Natsume's back arching sharply as he slammed himself down this time. He was barely able to get out a warning before he came in a thick arc that splashed across Kleken's chest first, then another pulse that landed on the man's stomach.

Natsume himself looked to be following suit, his pleasure-dazed expression making him look mind-broken as he fell forward.]

[lieabilities]

[ Normally, Kleken would have adored forcing Natsume to come over and over with his tentacles, driven the younger man absolutely mad with pleasure before finally getting to indulge himself in the sweet taste of an overstimulated lover... but the burn of aphrodisiacs through his blood has him far too impatient for the indulgence. Far too hungry to tease, only to take. ]

Then... we won't stop.

[ And when Natsume hits his peak, he and his tentacles move immediately to take. They wrap around the younger man's waist and limbs, lifting his limp body by the hips only to slam him back down on Kleken's cock again, and again. Indulging once more in his own pleasure at the cost of Natsume's recovery period. ]

You- can take more, can't you?

[ His words may be unsteady as he feels himself drawing up toward his own edge, but the tentacles remain focused. Lifting the smaller man's hips up until Kleken's nearly fully pulled out only to slam him back down and send shivers and groans through them both. The tentacles inside of him aren't expanding as much as they were before, but they've aimed themselves and Kleken's cock toward that sweet spot inside of him, each thrust relentless pressing against it. ]

[asixthsense]

[Tears sprang to Natsume's eyes from how much he was overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. There was an edge of pain too, but Kleken seemed to finally be letting himself give in and Natsume wasn't going to hold the man back. As if he could even think straight enough to deny being able to take any more of this. He'd give Kleken everything the man wanted and more. Not out of obligation, but because he couldn't stop himself.

Natsume's voice broke with every targeted thrust, his cries varying between begging, pleading, and simple groans of pleasure. He clung to Kleken as well as he could, but he was at the mercy of those tentacles shifting his body and driving him mad with the quickened pace. It was so easy to give over control.

At this point if Kleken were to suddenly stop, Natsume wouldn't hesitate to get on his hands and knees and beg the man to fuck him. Hell, it wouldn't even be a stretch for Kleken to get Natsume to refer to him as Master. Not when he had yet another orgasm building up so swiftly after the last one, whether his body was ready for it or not.]

[lieabilities]

[ Perhaps to Natsume's broken, desperate relief, the tentacles don't stop. They don't go any easier on the younger man either though, working to help Kleken chase his own pleasure through the other's body. The ones wrapped around his waist hold firm, merciless in driving his body down onto Kleken's hips, adding slow grinds that pull gasped groans from the man's lips. Every movement has been tailored to Kleken's taste and Natsume... well, Natsume was being dragged along for the debauched ride. Literally. ]

[ His arms come up to wrap around Natsume's body, holding him close to give him some sense of stability and most certainly not because Kleken himself needs something to hold onto. The lust in his system has him drawing up rapidly to his edge and straight over it, muffling his moan into the smaller man's shoulder as his hips buck up one more time and he spills himself inside of him. The tentacles inside of Natsume quiver as he does, pressing against his inner walls as they do so. ]

[ And even with the mind-numbing pleasure finally coursing through his blood... he's hungry for more. Hard for more even, he slowly begins to realize. ]

[asixthsense]

[Natsume was a sticky mess by the time Kleken embraced him again, having had his orgasm forced out of him before he could so much as gasp out a warning. The heat of Kleken's own orgasm pouring into him felt like a victory. Natsume smiled. His whole body felt as though it were trembling from overstimulation, but he still smiled, because Kleken had finally found his release.

He could finally have a chance to catch his breath, panting hotly against Kleken's shoulder where he let his head rest, his arms limp where they draped around the man. Natsume couldn't remember the last time he'd had someone use him so well. Kleken was either an overly generous... or devious lover, having made him reach his own orgasm no less than three or four times first- Natsume had lost count.

Gradually, Natsume also realizes the cock resting warmly in his ass was still hard. It wasn't so easy to tell with the tentacles. There was something else he was slowly becoming aware of, as well. The heat from Kleken's orgasm hadn't faded. He could feel it slowly spreading up his back and through his body. Was this a side-effect of all the aphrodesiac powder the man had been struck with? Had some of it been lingering on Kleken's skin?

Natsume's cock twitched, and glancing between them, he watched himself slowly growing hard once more, reacting to spreading heat and the feel of the hard cock still pressed into him. Knowing what was to come, Natsume pressed a kiss to Kleken's neck before pulling away, climbing off of him, sweeping his arm back to clear himself even of tentacles. He wasn't going far, but he didn't want to accidentally catch one of them under his knee. Natsume dropped down to his hands and knees on the bed not far from Kleken, then dropped down further onto his chest.

Looking back at Kleken, Natsume made quite the sight. He was clearly making an offering of himself, legs spread and ass high in the air, with some of Kleken's come starting to drip down his thighs. His own cock fell untouched between his legs, already hard once more. He was ready.

You're not finished yet, are you? I can tell... I want to feel you this time.

[As good as the tentacles had been, they couldn't replace the sensation of a hard cock pressing into him.]

[lieabilities]

[ There'd been a bit of resistance when Natsume first pulled away, Kleken's mind too heat-filled and dazed to fully register what the younger man was trying to do but the tentacles as clingy as ever. But the pull away isn't one of someone trying to escape. They can tell that much, so they loosen their grip, some withdrawing into the shadows once more while others linger in the air around Kleken as they were often prone to. ]

[ The feeling of the bed dipping further away from him, and not Natsume moving off the bed entirely, is enough to get him curious. His eyes slit open to- oh. ]

[ Oh well now isn't that a sight before him. ]

[ The hunger in his veins has him moving, tentacles helping to guide him up onto his knees and behind Natsume, letting a hand smooth over the younger man's ass for a moment of appreciation before letting them drift lower, to that leaking hole. His fingers slip in, spreading the other open while his tentacles move to curl themselves over his legs again. One thicker one moves up near Natsume's mouth, 'peering' at him. ]

How tempting you are.

[ Even in his state, he can appreciate a good showing. And it's with further appreciation that he draws out his fingers, lining up his hardened cock to press in again. No tentacles as a distraction, simply him. Deep and quick and rough without any further warning. ]

[asixthsense]

[While the fingers elicited a little whine from Natsume, it was a relief that Kleken didn't seem to be in the teasing mood any longer. With how good it felt to have Kleken's nice, hard cock pressing into him, Natsume wasn't entirely sure his reactions were due to any lingering aphrodesiac response... he had to admit to himself that this was what he'd craved all along.

That nearby tentacle was getting grabbed and squeezed as Natsume cried out, needing something to hold on to. The position he was in was even better than before. He could feel Kleken pushing deeper inside, hips snapping against his ass fast and unforgiving in their pace. It was all he could do to breathe when it felt so good. The tentacles wrapped around his thighs were a great help in holding him in place, because otherwise he'd be writhing under the onslaught, but they couldn't keep him from pushing back and demanding more.]

Feels... so good.. right- right there!

[He'd come so many times already that his own cock felt tender as it rocked to and fro between his legs, bumping against the tentacles nearby. Natsume wasn't sure if he could bear to try touching himself, but that didn't stop him from secretly wishing for a stray tentacle that might want to play...]

[lieabilities]

[ The rough pounding of skin on skin doesn't break, doesn't stutter or weaken as Kleken takes his pleasure from Natsume's body without restraint. He can feel the heat boiling under his skin again, and the burning desire for relief drives him in his mindless efforts, burying his low moans against Natsume's back as he ruts into them in a desperate effort to burn the heat away. ]

[ His tentacles, however, aren't nearly so affected after an orgasm. As if they're the first to come back to sensibility. So their own actions are more calculated- still instinct in comparison to the level of control Kleken normally has- and their focus is purely on Natsume. ]

[ Tentacles move in, begin teasing once more at the younger man's nipples and cock with stroking touches and suckers kissing over sensitive skin. Others move to fill his hands, giving him something to cling onto while one more thicker one moves to press against his lips, offering something to... occupy his mouth with, should he be so inclined. ]

[ None of them do anything to ease the harsh rhythm of Kleken's hips, nor fully distract away from it. Everything only adds to the growing pile of sensations, meant to satiate Kleken and absolutely wreck Natsume in the process. ]

[asixthsense]

[The difference in what Natsume was feeling from Kleken and that from the tentacles had slid in to do to him was enough to stall the thoughts in Natsume's mind. Gentle touches and sucking sensations paired with the deliciously rough way his ass was being claimed... It was beyond anything Natsume had experienced before. This whole encounter had been like that. He'd been forced to admit things to himself that he never would have breathed a word to anyone before. He liked it.

There was one thing he'd not gotten the chance to do for Kleken, that perhaps he could reward the tentacle hovering patiently in front of him with. Releasing the tight grip he'd had on the tentacle in hand, he reached for the other to draw it into his mouth mid-moan from what Kleken was doing to him.

Natsume had already come to the realization a long time ago that he enjoyed using his mouth to give someone else pleasure. It gave him a measure of control over what happened to him, but it also hit his own buttons to know he could make the other person feel so good with just his lips, tongue and the heat of his mouth.

The heat in his gut was building once more as his own cock twitched with pleasure, the gentle suck and slide of cool tentacles around it, and of those against his hot skin- on top of Kleken's relentless thrusts and everything else was making it hard for Natsume to think again. He was close to losing himself to it all when he felt the tip of a tentacle playing with the tip of his cock, just as another found a place to suck behind his balls. It made him suck on the one in his mouth harder.]

[lieabilities]

[ The soft groan as Natsume takes that tentacle into his mouth, something the conman doesn't even lift his head to witness, is a clear sign that on some level Kleken can feel everything that happens to his tentacles. It's a semi-secret he typically obscures to make it unclear whether he really had a connection to them or not, but at the moment he was well and truly preoccupied with other matters. Matters like rutting as deep as he can into Natsume, finding his relief with the other's pliant body. ]

[ He finds his way to another orgasm after a few more grinds in, pinning Natsume down against the bed with the weight of his body and tentacles (moreso his tentacles) and pulsing out his release with a low moan. Yet even with this one he's still hard, takes only a short break of stilling before picking back up his pace once more. His tentacles take part in putting power behind his hips, curling over Natsume's to help slam back against Kleken's. The other tentacles keep up their onslaught of pleasure, the one in Natsume's mouth taking to starting a slow thrusting rhythm while tangling with his tongue. ]

[ Who exactly he's trying to wring dry is unclear at this point, but by the end of it it'll inevitably be both of them. ]

[asixthsense]

[Natsume arched with pleasure as he was shoved down against the mattress, feeling the heat of Kleken's orgasm fill him once more. It wasn't enough to pull another out of him just yet, but it wouldn't be long. His body was responding in all directions thanks to the tentacles wrapped around him, including the one in his mouth.

He'd noticed that little telltale groan earlier, of course. It was all Natsume had needed to know putting in the effort to please the tentacle lightly thrusting into his mouth now would be worth it for them both. He could tell Kleken was still gloriously hard, which meant his job wasn't finished yet. Each thrust into his ass was loud and wet as skin slammed into skin, and Natsume felt every inch of Kleken's hard cock as it pushed inside him. He didn't want this to stop. He could lose himself right here, let those tentacles do whatever they wanted with him, just as long as Kleken kept making him feel so, so good.

Natsume couldn't help the keening whine that escaped him during all of this, his non-verbal begging for more, more of everything, despite his pleasure having a faint edge of pain from oversensitivity. He couldn't help it; his own cock was beading fluid with every thrust, to be lapped at by the tentacles teasing him.]

[lieabilities]

[ Lost in their lust, it takes another orgasm sweeping through his body, poured deep into Natsume's body and flooding the man's insides with his seed, before Kleken finally starts to come back to himself. It's a hazy process, slowly beginning to process the senses that had dulled after that first blow to his body from the arrow. But step by step, it comes back. He can process the sticky feeling covering their bodies and the filthy sounds his body makes against the younger man's as he grinds in his erection once more. The way Natsume shakes under him as he starts to hit oversensitivity, but softly begs for more with quiet noises. ]

[ They're an absolute mess of sweat and tentacles and... ]

[ Well, he may as well finish with his indulgence before mentally thinking of where to start cleaning up this mess. ]

[ And with more of his mind about him, even though he's well worn out he can still put the effort into guiding his tentacles to work over Natsume's body and bring the younger man into another orgasm or two. As a treat for taking care of him. ]

[asixthsense]

[There's little more that Natsume's body can give at this point. By the time he feels Kleken orgasm inside him again his mind is already lost to the overwhelming sensations of it all. Natsume would keep going for as long as Kleken needed, but where the other man was finally finding clarity, he'd finally hit the point where he was too pleasure-addled to string two thoughts together.

He's still trying to milk an orgasm out of the tentacle in his mouth as though it were another cock when yet another orgasm of his own builds low in his gut. It makes his back arch sharply when it hits, a dry one this time that has him whining. There's tears in his eyes from the aching pleasure of it, his cock twitching in the embrace of the tentacles wrapped around it.

Oh... he was going to have dreams of those tentacles haunting him later.]

[lieabilities]

[ With that final quiver of the body under him, not to mention that last tightening of Natsume's body around him, Kleken breathes out another soft moan before letting his tentacles take on the work of cleaning them up. He's exhausted at this point and frankly unsure of how the younger man could even remain conscious with how much he'd done to him. ]

[ It's a bit impressive in a way. ]

[ The tentacles are gentle now, controlled in their movements as Kleken shifts himself out of Natsume with a sigh, letting his hand slide along bruised hips and thigh as he does to take in the other's condition. His tentacles are quick to move in then, drawing out of his mouth and moving to help Natsume settle down onto the bed. Out of the majority of the mess they've made on it as well, a few tentacles already stretching out to bring back damp washcloths to help wipe down the mess. ]

Are you still with me, sailor?

[ He's surprised at the hoarseness of his own voice. ]

[asixthsense]

[So much for enhanced stamina. Natsume felt boneless, and a little sore. It was a good kind of soreness though... There was a soft whimper as Kleken slid free of him, his ass aching yet feeling empty now after being so full for so long. It was a strangely lonely feeling.]

No... I think you've sunk my battleship.

[Or drowned him; his voice certainly sounded like he'd been through something so rough. He hadn't been expecting the odd nickname, but he was hardly in the position to question it. Not when he felt so well-fucked that he could barely move. He just relaxed as the previously mischievous tentacles worked to clean him up, only biting his lip when they found an overly-sensitive place.

... He might not have minded making a contract with Kleken, were they back in the previous world he'd been taken from.]

[lieabilities]

[ What an interesting take, one that tugs a smile across his tired lips as he watches the other man being laid down on a miraculously clean segment of the bed. And with quick work from his tentacles, he lays himself down next to him with all the casualness of a familiar lover, a hand reaching out to slide cool fingertips over Natsume's abdomen. An intimate stroke, like a silent reminder of just who had been inside of him only minutes before. ]

[ Though he probably didn't need the reminder, not with the seed Kleken had pointedly left inside of him. ]

What a shame. It seems you have no choice but to stay down here in the depths of the sea with me.

[asixthsense]

[Now that Kleken's expression wasn't tinted with the intimidation borne of fierce arousal from the arrows he'd been struck with, Natsume thought he was actually rather good-looking. Natsume's stomach sucked in under that light touch, ticklish. His body was exhausted, but it still showed signs of stirring if that hand were to travel lower. He sighed, stretching himself over just enough to graze his lips over Kleken's jaw.]

I was a little nervous at first, but... that doesn't seem so bad to me now.

[lieabilities]

[ How cute. ]

[ Even worn to the bone, the younger man seemed to have some energy left in him, and there was a very real temptation to drain every last drop in Kleken. But he'd also just gotten back his own energy and isn't terribly keen on losing it all again. The aphrodisiac has faded to a faint hum in his system at this point, but none of this stops Kleken from stilling the fingers tracing idle patterns on Natsume's skin. ]

[ Not even the soft kiss he's given gets him to stop, thought it does tug a smile onto his lips. ]

Oh? You don't have any objections to being drowned then?

[asixthsense]

[Natsume echoes the smile, settling himself so that he can relax with Kleken pressed alongside him. If he wanted to, he could probably get away with hooking a leg over the man's and use it to help tug Kleken on top of him should things start to steam up again.]

Only if you promise it'll feel that good again. I didn't even know I liked that sort of thing.

[Especially since his previous encounters with any sort of tentacle had been much more dangerous.]