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TDM 05
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】
ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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Hmm…
[ Why is Minos gazing so keenly up at Kleken, anyway? He’s certainly not immune to what those tentacles are doing to him, how they mirror his movements. So that’s Kleken’s game? It’s cute. And in a way, Minos is grateful for it, because it’s a teaching moment for him—and because there’s also the delicious possibility of just what might happen if he puts a little teeth into the equation. After all, somebody needs punishing for daring to call him a “good boy.”
Instead, he opts to engulf that cock of his instead, almost surprised to find how warm and heavy it feels inside his mouth as he tries to suck it in earnest, his motions clumsy and clearly inexperienced even if he’s doing his best to draw as much of Kleken within himself as he’s able.
And if one of his teeth manages to nick a little at sensitive flesh? Well, he can’t fault Minos for being eager, can he? ]
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Oh... this is much better.
[ The words are breathed out, Kleken more than a little breathless at Minos' work around his cock. Even if the butler's technique is unpracticed and clumsy, it's the thrill of having the Andersons' butler below him that has him hardening quickly. To see the composed man sucking on his dick is an absolute treat. ]
[ He doesn't mean to moan nearly as loud as he does when he feels teeth, head ringing with excitement from the danger of it, but surely having his mouth full of Kleken's dick means he can't hear- ]
[ No that's not how it works at all. ]
You-
[ Minos knows what he did, he's sure of it. And while his tentacles are pointedly lacking in teeth to nick him back with, they aren't lacking in suckers, which are pressed into the same spot MInos' teeth nicked on the butler's cock before being sharply pulled back to inflict a snap-like sensation over skin. ]
[ Two could play this petty game. ]
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Heh…
[ Worth it. He’s going to carry that moan back with him even once this dream dissipates, and if he ever looks Kleken in the eye again…
Well, they’ve had more than their fair share of heated gazes by now, haven’t they?
Minos’ reaction is more muted—mostly because he’d seen that one coming. It smarts, of course, but as it turns out, he’s not nearly as much of a masochist as Kleken is.
But their first encounter had said as much, hadn’t it?
He pulls away from Kleken’s cock, because he really can’t help gloating a little— ]
What a cute voice.
[ Smiiiiiiiiirk. ]
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[ The pleasantness of a hot mouth around him is soured by Minos' words, a clear look of annoyance crossing Kleken's face for a hot moment before he quickly recomposes himself and looks down. The other man had seen that unfiltered look of his, no doubt, but he was going to aggressively pretend that he hadn't. ]
If you'd like to hear more of them, you'll need to keep your mouth occupied.
[ Kleken was going to do everything in his power to make sure Minos didn't hear a single peep of a pleased sound from him for the rest of this encounter. ]
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[ Because Minos is taking this one moment of distraction to slip one of his arms free from that mass of tentacles pinning it down to reach out and grab at Kleken’s cock next, giving it a squeeze that’s dangerously bordering on the painful.
But all is not lost for Kleken, as despite everything Minos is very much affected by all of this, with his voice coming out breathless, his skin flushed, his hair in disarray. He’s definitely far from the clean-cut, picture-perfect butler he always tries to be.
Yet for some reason it doesn’t bother him that he’s being seen like this anymore. For some reason...
For some reason, he doesn’t mind that Kleken can see him like this, vulnerable, unguarded. Wild and unkempt. Gazing hungrily at him with a feral, Lumina-infused light that ought to be familiar to him by now.
He’s not going to take this lying down forever. ]
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[ At the same time, he wants lock Minos away and gloat with the knowledge that only he has seen the man make such a debauched display. Ensure no one else ever would even have the chance to make him make these same reactions. ]
[ Normal reactions to having a hateboner for an acquaintance are tough when you're a slightly (read: very) dysfunctional Umbraton citizen. ]
Gladly.
[ The words are near hissed, in part because someone is being extremely indelicate with delicate parts of him. So of course he returns the favor, reaching out to bury his fingers into Minos' hair again and yank him hard and forward so he can shove himself into that mouth again. Much less politely than the last time, but no less hard even through the pain of his hand wrapped around him. ]
[ If Minos was going to present him with such a sight of debauchery, he might as well lean fully into it and properly fuck the man's face- ]
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The fact that he wants to specifically indulge in those with Kleken should’ve been alarming enough, but he only meets that look Kleken’s giving him with one of challenge—
—At least until he’s shoved back into Kleken’s cock with a grunt, him reacting just in time to let go of that member before his mouth closes over it, deliberately grazing teeth over the sensitive flesh of it.
Some part of him wants to simply devour Kleken whole and leave no trace behind, to drag him away into the shadows where he can toy with him as he pleases, because he, too, is a perfectly normal Umbraton man.
And as with any self-respecting member of that fine, dimly-lit city, he doesn’t stay down for long—only giving Kleken one last, teasing lick before he pulls free of that mouth once again, this time to reach for Kleken’s thighs to pretty much lift his scrawny frame up with the full intent of tossing him onto the bed and reverse their positions—
That is, unless Kleken’s tentacles manage to stop him in time. ]
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[ The feeling of teeth on him draws the expected hiss between his teeth, shooting a glare down at Minos as if it were his fault entirely and not in some part Kleken's for suddenly forcing himself into the man's mouth. Clearly, it was all Minos' fault. ]
[ He blames the annoyance at himself for slightly enjoying the sting of teeth on his cock for distracting him enough, which is also Minos' fault somehow by the way. ]
[ Kleken is as easy to physically handle as ever- even with his tentacles out he's kept them light enough to keep himself maneuverable. Which unfortunately works against his favor this time, because it means he's flipped with little effort at all, tossed onto his back with a scowl as his tentacles shift and scramble under him to readjust themselves. He lets Minos have this one, just this once, though from the heated look in the conman's eyes he's heavily debating that allowance. ]
You couldn't even behave for a few minutes, could you?
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[ How’s that for a lie? Now that they’re both in the correct positions Minos wastes no time in pinning Kleken down by the throat—one-handed, just to be a cocky bastard about it. If he’s going to take the blame for everything then he might as well commit every single sin under the sun, right?
Besides, he’ll need his other hand to drag it down Kleken’s front, his dangerously pointed fingers grazing over pale skin—not hard enough to break skin, but certainly enough to be felt. Perhaps if Kleken’s lucky those might even leave marks.
The heat of his new tattoos burns. There’s a manic, Lumina-infused glint in his eyes that shouldn’t even be there— ]
But you could do with a bit more discipline.
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[ Kleken's response is no less biting, choked as it is due to someone's over eagerness to abuse his throat in less than fun ways. Not that he expects any of the ways that Minos would abuse his throat to be fun, but there are at least a few that he'd consider more fun than this. ]
[ But of course the man is intent on ruining his body, Kleken's teeth nearly gritted at the pain that drags down his front. He hates that some part of him likes the burning sting of Minos' nails- claws?- against his front and he rather hopes they don't leave a mark so he wouldn't have to face that particular thought later. Let their rationality-less encounters remain in this strange dream-like state and not haunt him outside of here. ]
[ The look Minos is giving him though is absolutely going to haunt some of his dirtier dreams though and he's going to hate that in the future. The sharp business-prowling-perfect smile tinged with interest that he gives in response is testament to that. ]
I wonder if there's anything you could really teach me.
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Let’s start with that filthy little mouth of yours, shall we? We can’t have you pouring slime down the Shadowlord’s ears the moment we return to Umbraton.
[ Although Istvan isn’t someone he necessarily wants to think of right now—indeed, with the way he’s gazing intently into Kleken’s eyes at the mention of Umbraton’s famed leader, there’s clearly some tinge of jealousy to this.
Or worse—possessiveness. ]
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[ Not that either of them would expect it to be, really. ]
[ His lips part for those extremely rude fingers. Not out of eagerness, Minos, don't be mistaken on that part, but to bite down on them with a sharp bite and smile in return that challenges the butler above him. ]
[ He has a number of words for him that are unfortunately left unsaid, what with the preoccupation of his mouth. But the idea that he won't be making any part of this easy for Minos is more than well conveyed. ]
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No, he doesn’t expect this to be easy. He’d be disappointed if it were. ]
Enjoying yourself? I’m starting to think you like being ruined.
[ Ruined, degraded, defiled. Isn’t that just par for the course for scum crawling around Umbraton like them? Then again, these things are normally kept politely unsaid, Kleken’s own abilities to serve the Shadowlord left unquestioned, because Minos truly has no room in his mind for anything other than the Andersens—as well as the Navigator.
But with all of them gone? With only Kleken here, only Kleken to help him make sense of these strange dreams and these strange worlds he keeps finding himself in?
He pulls his fingers out, but not before leaning in to bite hard on Kleken’s shoulder, licking and sucking at the wound until it becomes a pretty little gem of a hickey, blinding red against that pale skin. ]
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[ Please, he's the one who has dragged Minos down to his level right now. ]
[ And he'll gladly make himself the focus of Minos' uncontrolled passions, if it means getting to revel in a side of the man he so desperately tries to hide away. His greed wouldn't allow for anything else. ]
Nn-
[ He hadn't meant to let go of Minos' fingers, not now that he'd managed to get them between his teeth, but the bite to his shoulder makes his mouth fall open in a gasp of surprise blended with pain. Snapping down too late to hiss between his teeth as the pain takes over and Minos leaves his damn mark on his shoulder. ]
You- have quite a long way to go before you can declare you've ruined me.
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He shouldn’t even be indulging himself like this, biting down on Kleken like a feral beast instead of the impeccable gentleman he’d tried so hard to be.
Damn him. Because in a way, Minos can see it too—he knows he wouldn’t have gotten this way if it weren’t for Kleken, and that’s far too much power for a non-Andersen to lord over him.
He should end him here and leave. It’s only a dream anyway. And there are no witnesses— ]
You’re mine.
[ He grabs at Kleken’s chin as he pulls away, the better to gaze down at Kleken with a cold and calculating glare, the beast inside of him barely held back as his rational mind wars with his baser instincts. ]
I can take my time to unravel you. Then perhaps you'll understand who you really belong to.
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[ Minos does make it so easy to descend into hedonism when he responds so well to Kleken's provocations. ]
[ Even through the distaste for his chin being yanked around as much, his eyes are glittering with excitement, the smile on his face sharp and challenging. ]
Oh I would love to experience as much. If you truly believe you can rise to the challenge.
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Right now he meets Kleken’s devious grin with a fierce one of his own, the smile never quite reaching his Lumina-bright eyes as he tears apart whatever’s left of Kleken’s loathing and swats aside any tentacles in the way.
Then he wastes no time in grabbing Kleken’s wrists to pin them above his head while he takes the utmost pleasure in slamming this bastard back down onto the bed by his clammy lips, his bites more vicious than teasing, his lips and tongue seeking to hunt than to explore, his horns dangerously close to stabbing at a few nearby tentacles, his heart leaping with primal joy at the prospect of devouring his prey.
Never let it be said that he doesn’t give his all into any challenge he throws himself at, no matter how stupid and slimy and crooked and weird they happen to be. ]
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[ As his tentacles are very rudely slapped away, the conman opens his mouth to make a protest. Or attempts to, but Minos has apparently chosen violence the whole way through and he finds himself under constant attack. Pain blooms from his mouth and wrists while tentacles duck and retreat quickly to avoid getting themselves stabbed by horns, leaving Kleken to take the full brunt of the attack. ]
[ ... He really should be hating this a lot more than he does, but having such an up-close and personal view of a man's descent into madness, that he incited, is exciting in a way he won't ever think too hard about. ]
[ He'll think even less about how he's meeting Minos in that violent embrace, aiming to draw blood with his teeth so long as the butler is near them. ]
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Because now Minos is fully giving himself over to the sensation, growling through their violent kiss as Kleken bites down hard enough to draw blood, causing Minos to bite at him in turn and eagerly lap up the mess he’d made. Gone is his grace and poise and most certainly his composure, for as they indulge further and further he loses more of himself to the moon tattoos burning through his skin.
And all he can think of is more, more, more.
With Kleken now wide open without his tentacles to hide behind, Minos wastes no time in breaking the kiss so he can flip Kleken onto his stomach and grab at his ass, biting down at Kleken’s shoulder as he forces himself inside without further ceremony.
Let’s hope Kleken’s slimy enough down there, too. ]
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[ They're a bloody mess in an instant, blue and red mixed together on parted lips that he knows would be impossible to hide if he didn't have illusions for it. --Oh but that meant Minos wouldn't be able to hide his and wasn't that an appeal on its own. One he can hardly enjoy the thought of when he's in danger of drowning in multiple ways. ]
[ He's still not used to being manhandled so easily, so the sudden flip onto his front leaves him startled for a moment with no time to even catch his breath before Minos pounces onto him. ]
[ Pounces into him, as it were. ]
[ He has never summoned his Luminatics faster in his life than he has in this moment, spreading a thick liquid layer over his own insides (no one ask how and why he learned to do this) as Minos thrusts in without warning. A bite to his shoulder does not count as a warning, by the way. ]
[ No one also ask why Kleken's moan at the sudden intrusion edges toward pleasurable when he's not very into pain. It's certainly not because he's into Minos losing his mind and that has him hard or anything. ]
You-
[ The words are wheezed and shaky, Kleken scrambling to gather together the bits of his mind that Minos so rudely shattered apart with one thrust. ]
- aren't going to just. Sit about and make me do all the work. Are you?
[ He really could stand to learn how to shut his mouth. ]
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I thought you had more “experience”?
[ Why yes, he’s well aware of how badly he’s been corrupted all this time, all due to that first strange encounter between them… But all that’s served to create some kind of strange bond, hasn’t it? One that he now finds he can’t escape—nor does he want to.
Not with how easily—surprisingly easily—Kleken’s welcoming him in. And if he’s ever in any way bitter or angry over what Kleken’s awakened in him, well, he’ll just have to put a little more effort into his next thrust, right?
Even if he has to slam into Kleken hard enough to rattle the bedframe? ]
Or is it that you’ve lost your touch now that someone’s bested you?
[ Claimed you? ]
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[ He's quite sure he couldn't strangle the man with his legs but he certainly wouldn't mind trying- ]
How... foolish of me to expect some level of satisfaction from you. Be careful, a third one of those and you might finish early.
[ The goading will never stop, nor will the fire of challenge in his eyes ever go away. Not so long as it's Minos' figure held in them. ]
[ Nevermind that Kleken isn't sure he'll survive a third one of those with his mind intact. ]
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Cute.
[ Cute of Kleken to think he can still get the upper hand here. Cute of him to keep on goading him like this, despite the fact that they both know that there’s only one outcome to this, only one way to end with the silvery garland of moon tattoos across his body acting less like a minotaur’s chains and more like a goad.
Kleken’s not going to survive a third thrust. That much he’d made clear with one simple lie—no. That was less a lie and more of a dare, wasn’t it?
Well, then. ]
Try not to enjoy this too much—
[ Is Kleken tired of sudden movements yet? Because Minos immediately yanks Kleken back by the arms until the latter is once again on top, biting down onto a tentacle that’s gotten a little too close while thrusting himself back into Kleken in that same motion, letting gravity impale him further— ]
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[ It feels like dying, almost. Kleken's experienced it several times over, throughout his childhood and well into his adulthood, so he can say with some confidence that he knows the sensation. The way all of his senses just completely white out when Minos does that infuriating little maneuver of his feels like he's ascended or fallen or worse- drowning. ]
Fu-!
[ He's being attacked by too many sensation points at once, though one very solid one inside of him seems to demand all of his attention and also his sanity. He hates that his whole body arches, that a moaned cry is ripped from his throat, that he practically comes on command from the infuriating man below him who will undoubtedly be smug that he was able to make Kleken hit orgasm with a whole three thrusts. ]
[ Well, he'll hate it once he comes down from the high that Minos sends him to. Maybe he can stay there, enjoying the pleasure flushing through his whole body while pointedly ignoring the man who had caused it. ]
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Tch—
[ Whatever well-deserved triumph Minos might have felt in that moment quickly evaporates as he jerks against Kleken’s body, his climax likewise slamming into him at Kleken’s delectable reaction. His grip on Kleken tightens to the point of it leaving some ugly-looking marks on that pasty skin as he spills and he spills and he spills hot seed inside of the other, forcefully impaling himself inside of Kleken as far as he can physically go until he’s all spent, and then…
And then he feels whatever strange influence the tattoos have over him subside—at least for the time being.
Which of course means that post-nut clarity is once again in full effect and Minos’ grip on him finally loosens up as he pulls out, and—in a shocking twist of fate—he gently wraps his arms around Kleken’s waist and just…pulls him into a tired embrace. ]
…Don’t think I’m letting you off easy after this.
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I think we can start wrapping this up?
sounds good