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TDM 06
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We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
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HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
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▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!
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▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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a noise leaves him, half-snarl, wet and starving. he's careful, tongue curling against the skin, wet and warm while his hands keep his hips steady.
seeing pinocchio's dark hair fall into his face, the silhouette of his body so dangerously yet beautifully arced forward as his mouth and fist make contact. a blink to commit the pose to memory - like a perfectly contraposto statue in a museum. eiden's claws prick further against pinocchio's thighs as he licks again and again, wadding drool on the tip of his tongue as he presses further on. ]
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He bites at his own fist, grounding himself, lashes sweeping low as he starts to sink into the sensation. It's as though his tongue seeks to smooth out every wrinkle, his leg twitches, his upraised heel swaying in the air, and he hastily grabs at the underside of his thigh with his metal hand. This costs him a way to prop himself up, and his back inevitably unspools to the ground. ]
Ohh, [ pliant and pink, his hole winks against his tongue, and in hearing the shiver in his exhalation, Pinocchio bubbles up another brief laugh. His head rolls to the side, chin tipping down, his hand palming the arc of his cock — because he wants to see Eiden — the half masted droop of his eyelids lends a hazy look to his pleasure. ]
That tickles, a little. It feels really good. [ a sigh caves his chest as another movement of supple tongue makes his spine arch and his thigh twitch under the steely clasp of his fingers. ] Being with you... always feels so good.
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it's an unusual way to say hello, but he doesn't mind it. his mouth shifts upwards briefly to nip at his innermost thigh, washing over it with his tongue and letting out another one of those contented rumbles. he smells good, irresistable even, and all eiden can do is nuzzle in and continue his task, tongue prodding and pressing against him, thumbs splaying him open as he folds said tongue to continue to leave a wetter and wetter trail, striping up his taint, mouthing at his sac with a sweet noise.
he wants to fuck him - that's really what he wants to do - an image of holding him tightly to his chest, hips pistoning into him. he whines as the mere thought makes him drool, makes him wet for it as his nose bumps into p's cock again. insufferably beautiful, both with his tender words and the way his arousal stands proudly. if he leans up to rub his cheeks against the shaft of it, well. ]
Tempting... to finish you off just like that. You taste so good...
[ licking his lips, fingertips drawing over his tongue now before slipping between p's thighs, one prodding his hole, spit slick, the other pulling open the plush cheek of his bottom, exposing him to eiden enough that he just grins and nuzzles right in to kiss against right over that twitching hole. ]
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There, he found betrayal and faith, compassion and cruelty, death upon death upon death. Here, rich experiences beyond compare, the sweetest poison to a heart that yearns to understand what it means to beat. Eiden has every ounce of trust Pinocchio knows to give anyone; his litany rises from sighs and soft noises of pleasure to a full-throated moan at the press of tongue and fingers.
He could come like this, rubbing his cock needily against the soft fur of his cheek, Eiden's finger pulling so deliciously at his rim. The puppet keens, and that's when he thinks of it. How much he needs Eiden's breath, his delight in his ear, the heat of his desire inside him, how good it could be, how much better, if Eiden could feel this good with him. ]
I... can't— won't.
[ Shame isn't what holds his tongue. He doesn't know that particular feeling, what sticks in his throat is past experience: how dare you - you're just a puppet, nothing more! What burns it away... is the heat of Eiden's passion, freely given. His sincere warmth, that has always treated him the same as anyone else.
He reaches for him, pushing his fingers through soft fur, cradling his head in metal and seemingly flesh palms. His legs drop, open, without shame, taut belly tightening as he curls his upper body up off the ground, trying to coax him up. To a point, and then he attempts to roll Eiden onto his back, straddling him, chin tucked and hair a wavy, disheveled veil before his eyes.
It's perilous, exhilarating to say it, and his lip trembles on the end of a breath. ]
Not without you, Eiden, [ He wants, wants so badly he's shaking. ] I want you inside of me.
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his hands lay on his thighs, claws flexing to curl against him, pricking ever so slightly. he's beautiful, hovering over him, the arch of his body with the strength of it in display underneath, it makes his mouth wet. his cock twitches at the same time as his hips push upwards like an offering, an acceptance: both. ]
Then... don't let me stop you. You're right there after all...
[ letting fingers climb further up to hold the other's hips, curling his grip around his ass slowly.
it's true that this place is more of a cage than anything, but the people that eiden has met and come to care deeply about really shakes him to his core: ]
Please...
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[ Pinocchio is no praying man. Kratians kept their faith, some of them took the difficult trek year after year into the inhospitable peaks above the city, and when he made the ascent, he found only monsters and pain. The only time he has ever related to those penitent travelers is now, in the invocation of his name. A prayer on his lips.
He wants to please. Not anyone, just the ones who matter the most to his fledgling heart. ]
Eiden...
[ The puppet has seen a fern unfurl from an appealing, ever-tightening spiral that Gemini had called a "fiddlehead". The night turned into day, and as the feeble sunlight filtered down on the mountainside through rolling clouds, this solitary plant gradually unfurled under the stormy sky, drinking in the faint sunshine. That's how this feels. Like he's blooming under Eiden's touch, stretching and becoming something more.
'Please' is all he needs. Pinocchio's fist pushes up towards Eiden's weeping tip, now kissing the rim that flexes invitingly against his glans. He's wet, and so is Eiden, but Pinocchio is still inexperienced, and the blunted tip of Eiden's cock breaches him slowly, eventually tearing a low groan from his lips. His spine bows over Eiden's supine form, a bestial cock sinking slowly into a willing hole that trembles and spasms as it recalibrates around a larger girth than he expects.
Pinocchio's spine arches, his chest heaving in the moonlight, and dark lashes sweep freckled cheeks. His lips part, a shivery exhale shuddering out of him as he adjusts. Never has he felt this full, this... whole. He can't say a thing, and only presses one palm to his abdomen, low, near the root of his cock, feeling the heat and pressure of being filled, pressing against synthetic skin. ]
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[ the words are the barest peek of eiden's tenderness as his claws threaten to sink further into his prey. as a wholly sensual creature, eiden doesn't want to eat flesh and blood, he doesn't want to rend or tear. instead, he keens and arches up to meet him at that pace, white teeth glinting in wan moonlight.
he's trying to hold back, even as pinocchio bottoms out against him, even as they breath like one intertwined body. eiden's eyes go wide like a cat's, as p places a palm on his own belly. he knows he's tucked inside there, hot and wanting and he can't help but buck upwards.
he wants to make up for the time they've lost. with a growl, a deep rumble, he thrusts up again, bringing meaning to the word "ride" because pinocchio had best hold on. the invigoration of becoming this monster, sleek muscle and power, means that he's pinned, but not incapable of lifting with his heels sunken into the ground and his claws dig into the soft cheeks of his bottom.
his voice getting rougher, a pulled back snarl: ]
I'm going to fill you with everything I have... this place... [ thrusting again, for emphasis, eyes gone sharp again with the conviction of it as his tail wraps itself around one of pinocchio's calves, flicking at his heel. ] ... going to fuck you full, for all the time I missed with you...
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Puppets are not subject to the same experiences as human beings, Pinocchio has never been drunk, but he feels intoxicated by the sound of Eiden's voice, his keen, the rumble that answers Pinocchio's gasp, right on the heels of a thrust that judders the curl of dark hair that curtains one eye. On the sensation, the friction that's just on this side of rough and growing slicker for how Eiden's cock weeps into him. The puppet sways, gripping him by shoulder and chest, leaning forward, thighs seeming to bunch as simulated muscle brings his seat down to meet Eiden's hips in a clap muffled against fur.
This gasp is sharper — he likes that, the latent power in him, the roughening of that voice he cherishes, the bite of his claws — and he doesn't so much nod as his head sags forward, bobbing clumsily as he rides him.
Where he's pushed him open, Pinocchio aches, deep and hot. It's a kind of pain, he supposes, but one of the kinds he likes, the kind that ebbs with familiarity, the kind that will ache with the void in him when it's gone. He's full of him now, and that what he wants, and another smack when Eiden hilts himself in him seems to knock a sound — a huh! — up from his core.
The grip of his body ripples through a tremor. Stars above, the confidence and ease with which Eiden wields his body for pleasure... ]
Big words, ah—
[ The dark curls that bounce around his freckled face have draped his eyes in shadow, but the scant light caught in them still sparkles with mischief. Watching him. Watching Eiden as the round cheeks of his ass judder in his grip every time his hips drop to meet a thrust. A boyish smile lurks in the corner of his mouth, a whisper of something competitive and fond: ] Could, take all night.
[ He's aware of how heavy he is, so there's always some of the strength in his legs devoted to keeping the full brunt of it from crushing Eiden, but when leans back, he plants himself down. Grinding his captive cock, rocking against his hips, the puppet manages a strained taunt around the pleasure pulsing in time. ] Can you keep up?
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We go 'til you're satisfied.
[ a grin blooming out his mouth full of teeth, tongue flicking out to lick over his eyeteeth. ]
Because I know I can keep up... question is how long can you go at the pace you're - [ tilting his head back as he's stroked down with pinocchio's hot, hungry body. clawing a little more for purchase. ] - you're at... hah... nngh...
[ pinocchio has taken the weight on his hands, so eiden uses that to his advantage, forcing his hips closer, grinding him up and down with his claws sunken into him. he has fond memories, blade is enthusiastic, vigorous, brings him to the very brink of his limits and then pushes them. his own body now is far more durable than before - a byproduct of becoming so monstrous, and more still as his desires are fueled, a body pressed against his own so perfectly, their eyes meeting between strands of hair and thin droplets of exertion.
one of his hands slides downwards, fingers curling around pinocchio's generous cock and starting to stroke it. ]
I need to give every part of you it's proper attention, after all.
[ another sweet squeeze of his palm as he works up to his glans, thumb circling against it with dribbling pre and spit. ]
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His eyes have lidded over while doing so, as if he's tasting, in more ways than one, the way Eiden feels — inside him, touching him — and the intoxicating sound of his voice, when their repartee starts to fray under the heat of blazing pleasure. ]
Hhhn— [ he reopens his eyes, shamelessly rutting into Eiden's fist, the rise and fall of the puppet's body around him as inexorable and relentless as a rolling tide. ] You're so good at that.
[ There are those who would shy from this, from the way he leans forward, his torso bridging over Eiden's so that he might slot his mouth to his. It's a kiss that sees teeth clacking against fangs in his blind urgency. He doesn't care. One might suppose he doesn't need to, considering his manufactured origins, licking brazenly into his mouth, all thoughtless passion, thighs pushing hips up only to drop him flush against Eiden's lap again and again.
Eiden's tail is soft and warm, its fur tickles where it touches him, curled around his ankle. It seems strange that it should touch him so, with Eiden hitting so deep as he bounces on his lap, but it does. Sweet, like so many of those personal moments, words that he suspects might be everyday things to Eiden and yet pierce his golden heart.
His more human arm curls behind Eiden's head in an embrace, his questing tongue tracing the point of a fang. For all his challenges, it's Pinocchio who comes first, flesh quivering around his cock while he rides him through the messy drizzle of his spend over Eiden's knuckles. It isn't a thing done quietly, no, how can it be? But he's muffled the keen of Eiden's name into his furred neck, steel fingers carving furrows in the earth above his shoulder. ]
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Keep going - like this... beautiful...
[ eiden tightens his grip ever so slightly as p thrusts into his grip, a smile spreading over his lips as he enjoys the way his cock is taken root to tip over and over again, the ground beneath him slightly damp with dew and soaking into his fur and skin. he laughs as pinocchio pushes up against him again, propping his head up to kiss him.
he treats it slowly, indulgently, giving the other time to traverse the familiar and unfamiliar. eiden purely enjoys it, the tactility, the way p always feels like he means it. as he feels the spasming of his body, the prelude to release, eiden whines into his mouth, almost like he's wishing it wouldn't stop. one hand digs into his back as he holds fast to him as he rides, the other directing his cock to rut right up against his belly.
the resulting spend paints him, over his knuckles; warm, heaving skin, droplets flicked into his fur. eiden rumbles low in his throat in pleasure, his own body isn't far from his own release, breathing uneven as remains hard and hot inside of the other. ]
Fffuck... so close... [ laving warm and wet tongue against his face just before he can tuck it completely into his shoulder - ] You feel incredible.
[ instinct alone has him lifting a hand from the other's cock and licking his fingers clean in the space between them, his eyes heavy, hair slick with sweat as he quivers inside of him. he only comes when he turns to push his cheek against his own, fingers digging into him and thrusting in a steady rhythm, steady as a heartbeat before he spills inside of him, painting him hot white as he whines, thrusting slowly winding down as he gets lost nuzzling into him. ]
Hah... [ semi-hard still, squirming against his body. ] Something about... big words...?
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With Eiden, he feels like he can soar and reach anything, sink, and be safe. Drown, and catch his breath with a laugh in his breast. There is never condemnation. He welcomes his exploration patiently, indulgently. What is he to do? He can't go back to biting his tongue, to yearning in silence. Not after he's learned what it's like to be seen and heard and wanted the way someone real would be.
Incredible, Eiden calls it, and Pinocchio echoes him, an inarticulate shiver of breath, a jagged high note because it's so much, too much, and— ]
Love that, [ he gasps, one eye shut, mouth slack, his fingers digging into the soft and yielding shape of his body, pectoral muscle and fur as he hangs on, as though it's all he can do to keep this moment a little longer, ] I love that—
[ Heat blooms as he comes inside. Eiden wrings himself out, milked dry by the body that persists in riding him well past the point of oversensitivity, only to shudder in shared laughter against his supine frame. He feels syrupy and warm inside, buzzy and electrified without. Eiden squirms. Pinocchio rocks, dew rolling down to the point of his chin, like sweat. ]
Hah... ha ha ha! [ Laughter makes him tighten up, makes him shiver. Pinocchio nuzzles into him, fingers carding through fur and into mane, his chest heaving against him. ] Oh stars. Don't get cocky, [ he begins to push himself up on his chugging prosthesis, dragging the back of his hand across his chin, ] I'm not nearly finished.
[ But first, let him tangle up with him and relish in the warmth, in their connection, bunting into him like their transformations were reversed. ]
You made me come so fast, [ there's a laugh in his throat, his lips press a kiss to his muzzle, ] I'll make it up to you.
Will you let me fill you? My wish on a star.
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he stretches against him, pressing fur to flesh, nuzzling and letting out a similar rumble from when he'd been scritched so dotingly earlier. as the other bunts him, he lets out a soft startled noise as he licks softly along the side of his face. it's an impulse he can't stop, something that happens automatically out of the sheer surge of affection and emotion, his body is driven purely by instinct, by instances of instant action that express every emotional minutiae it can.
the kiss, however, gets him to still, gets him to listen, tail twitching softly as he meets pinocchio's eyes and his fur seems to ripple in response to the inquiry. his stomach falls and in among the bioluminescence of the plants here and there, it's not hard to see that eiden is blushing a bit. with wide, cat-like eyes, he just gives him a quiet and slow meaningful blink.
the words fill him already, swollen with warmth and heat as he lets hands roam the sleek form above him, squeezing his hips, hands finding purchase on the cheeks of his ass and squeezing sweetly. ]
One good turn deserves another... right?
[ licking his lips, tail lashing with excitement. his own body is thrumming with what feels like electrical current, nerves on fire, sensitive through the roof. my wish on a star feels like something he's hardly earned, but more than something he wants to give the other. nibbling against his ear, he murmurs back: ]
I'd let you do anything - question is, how do you want me?
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It's clear that he appreciates that — telegraphed in the flutter of doll-like lashes, the slow and smiling bite to his own lower lip — he always likes the way Eiden touches him, but this? He aches deliciously; Eiden's still hilted in him, warm and sticky. He likes this, too — being full and connected — and if he wasn't so eager to have Eiden shaking himself apart on his own cock, he might have been content to stay like this. ]
Mmh—
[ That thoughtful noise is interrupted by a small shiver of delight; Pinocchio can feel him dripping when he pulls himself up and off of the man's pretty cock, and he relishes that ache as he recalibrates. Brazenly straddling him, he takes the hefty girth of his cock in hand, taking a moment to admire the sight of Eiden, the arc of his cock, the mess Pinocchio made of him, the inert fluid glistening on his fur. ]
Just like this, [ he wobbles a little, as he puts his weight on one knee so that he can nudge apart Eiden's thighs with the other, and in time settles back on both of them between Eiden's legs. As though he can't abide not touching him for longer than a few moments, his hands are on him, on his calves, as he coaxes his knees to bend, bracketing the puppet's flanks, giving the meat of them an indulgent squeeze. ] Laid out for me, debauched and lovely.
[ His hands push up over his knees, then back down to knead into his thighs, touching, just enjoying the pliant give of warm muscle. Pinocchio's gaze drops again, then drops a little more. ] If I open you up with my fingers, will I find you wet again?
[ There's a pragmatic reason for his question... but who doesn't love a little unintentional dirty talk? ]
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the spend on his fur, against his skin, has his reeling - scent, texture, wanting and the strong grip against his thighs squeezes him, as if testing. he can't help but let out a strangled noise, propping up on an elbow and meeting his eyes. there's really only one answer to that, but he knows. ]
You'll find exactly what you're looking for...
[ his voice is a low purr, especially as pinocchio's eyes are falling precisely where he knows he'll find just what he's seeking out. his voice is already rough with his previous spending, claws digging in.
from p's perspective, it's easy to see - eiden's entrance is lewd, a warm, feverish pink and slick with a translucent fluid that catches the light, aborted twitching with eagerness as he tries to press closer to him. he can't remember a time when he didn't have this particular biological change - it's been so long in klein - maybe not long by other's standards, but eiden's life has always been in flux, ever-changing. jobs, homes, men.
he reaches up with his hands, drawing the other closer, palms sliding over his chest to grasp him back, fingers sinking into plush skin atop as one slides down to grasp him at the small of his back and draw him closer, winding around him. he doesn't want to empty his sight of him, eyes roaming, tracking, begging him. ]
Please... come check... [ a low rumble, like he knows the outcome, baiting ] Just to be certain.
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When he raises his eyes to meet Eiden's, the sight of him threatens to steal his breath for the weight of how he's being watched. He prickles with heat as he's folded into the beastman's arms, yearning to be held as he sinks his fingers into him.
Instead, he lays his metal palm flat against Eiden's chest, and playfully shoves him onto his back. ]
I had best check very closely.
[ The puppet backs away, but only barely. With a puff of laughter, he's soon dropping onto his hip in the grass, curling up under one of Eiden's legs to tuck himself in between furred thighs. The edge of his thumb pushes, nudges, like he intends to smooth each crease from his pink rim, but it's his breath that washes over him, hot. Bold as brass, he opens his mouth, lashes falling over his eyes, tongue soft and warm when it seeks out the taste of him.
There's not much real estate to work with, with his thumb in the way, but he laps with tender curiosity around the thick shape of his thumb as it probes and pulls at him. ]
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the coolness of the metal pressing to his skin, to his fur, causes the soft pink buds of his nipples to peak a bit, a shiver rattling through him as he's told he'll be given a thorough checking. and he believes it. he doesn't let go, instead clings like a needy house cat instead of some predator that slinks up wet from the water or climbs down from a tree to pounce on its prey.
his legs fall open around him with ease, help tuck him closer against his body as if all would be made unbearable without the contact. it's when the heat of the other's mouth, hovering breaths at first, then the supple feeling of his tongue against him earns a surprised squeak. ]
Ah! Nngh-ohhh you... t-that closely, m...mm? Are you hungry...?
[ the taste that leaks in around the thumb is warm, dark - sweet and unusual. essence tinges it, suffused in the enormous well eiden has found himself with since his arrival to klein. the sound might have perhaps been easily construed as a drawn out "no" but eiden's body doesn't struggle to pull away, instead just holding pinocchio closer, claws raking into his hair from his nape as he's laved at. if he could hold the other with his whole body he would. as it stands, he's shivering against his mouth, words forming the sound of pinocchio's name over and over again. his body opens up underneath him, cock already dribbling, semi-hard again and heartbeat bringing it to twitch slightly to the rhythm of it against his hipbone as he squirms to try and get closer to his mouth. ]
Eat up... okay? D-don't tease me, I'm gonna explode... not fair... [ his claws sinking in tighter. ]