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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
TDM 06
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
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.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】
HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
▶ 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 October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
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▶ 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!
▶ 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!
▶ 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.
▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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tseng wants her with a desire that shocks him, a bright and all-consuming wildfire. the sound of clorinde's voice seems to caress his entire body, and tseng's fingers dig into the soft muscle of her ass, holding her tight so he can grind deep inside her, rhythmic, primal, the steady beat of a drum or waves on the shore. ]
Is it, now, [ tseng murmurs back. he drags his tongue along the line of her artery, pulse throbbing under her skin, and he can taste her, knows how good her blood will be in his mouth. she is perfect, and she is his, and tseng bares his teeth and delicately—almost tenderly—inserts his fangs into the vein in her throat.
he knows from experience how orgasmic the feeling is, pain and pleasure mixed in that first moment when the bite takes hold. her blood is a bright, hot tang in his mouth, and his hips move a little faster, unconsciously mirroring the thrum of clorinde's pulse as his mouth fastens to the wound in her neck so he can drink deeply of her blood. ]
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maybe it's the slow, delicate way he sinks his fangs into her, slicing through skin so easily that she doesn't register it at first, too caught up in the way his hands hold her in place; the deep, heavy grind of his cock. but the pressure at her throat builds and sharpens and her eyes flutter open, wide and unseeing, her gasp caught right where his mouth is latched to her neck. pleasure and pain layer on top of each other as he drinks from her, the sensation of surrendering herself to him in this way as foreign as it is addicting.
he could drink her dry like this, holding her on the precipice of unending pleasure as he slowly drains the life from her—she was firm with the others who bit her earlier, her grip tight against their scalp or their throat. but now, she melts against him and lets him drink his fill, her orgasm pulled from her as steadily as he draws her blood—slow and thick like molasses, a near violent tremor that has her shaking in his arms, her cunt seizing up tight around his cock and drenching him with slick. she feels electric—every hair standing on end, every nerve on fire. distantly she hears herself, his name and please and other filthy things moaned into his ear—promises and confessions rolled into one, for him and no one else. ]
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he could drink her dry. for a brief, insane second he wants to, wants to consume her wholly, a fierce and possessive urge that spreads under his skin. but there's still just enough awareness in him to pull himself back from that precipice, to withdraw his fangs from clorinde's throat before he can kill her or turn her, to drag his tongue over the small wounds in her flesh to taste the last of her blood across his tongue. ]
You taste incredible. [ of course, tseng knew she would—he's had his mouth on nearly every inch of her body by now, he knows how clorinde tastes. still gripping her ass, tseng slows his thrusts, but continues to move inside her, not giving her any reprieve from her previous orgasm. ] And you feel incredible...
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but his voice clears the fog from her mind, just enough for her to feel him still moving inside her. she's gone limp in his arms, his hands and her tail the only things still supporting her weight as her thighs loosen their tight hold from around his waist. her vision is hazy, pleasure and the sting of oversensitivity blurring together as she moans, thin and reedy, her inner walls still fluttering around his cock. ]
Do I? [ she manages a low chuckle, pressing her forehead against his. the wound on her neck has already begun to close, turning pink like the other marks. ] Enough to make you come? I want to feel you.
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Always, [ tseng murmurs, too caught up in the pleasure of the bite and the closeness of their bodies to keep his tongue still. he licks along her throat again, over the closing wound, and then presses a kiss just below her jaw where her pulses beats under her skin. ] You must know by now how you make me feel.
[ when the words formed in his head, tseng meant it as an allusion to their astonishing sexual chemistry and how easily and well they took to rendering each other insensate and twitching; when they're spoken aloud, of course, they sound like something different entirely. but tseng can't make himself take them back, because they're true either way, anyhow, and this entire thing feels like a dream, so why not say something he'd only ever admit in the sanctity of night?
but because she's right, and he does want to come, tseng moves a little faster against her, his cock moving slick and noisy inside her wet cunt, until he's muffling soft gasps and hitched breaths against her throat, the white noise of pleasure climbing up his spine. he'd like to get her off once more, if he can, but either way tseng knows he's on the very precipice, and it won't take much longer to push him over. ]
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you must know how you make me feel, he says, and it's not the bite this time that has her cheeks heating up, that has something in her chest stuttering briefly as the words sink in through the haze of lust and desire. she thinks back to the time in the hallway, when she'd all but confessed to him. she didn't expect him to return the sentiment, but hearing it like this with his cock still buried deep inside her—
she twists up against him, restless and desperate, another orgasm shuddering through her frame as she cups his face in her hands. she pulls him up for a kiss, muffling her moan against his mouth, her cunt bearing down on his cock once more to have him fill her up again. ]
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Fuck, [ tseng gasps as he shudders into an orgasm of his own, heady and delicious. his cock twitches inside clorinde as he thrusts in as far as he can go, spilling in slow spurts, each one drawn from somewhere deep and intimate inside him. not only his spend but also something deeper and more vulnerable. his essence, maybe, succubus that clorinde is, or maybe just tseng's own awareness of how sex between them isn't just sex, maybe hasn't been for a while.
either way, tseng rocks his hips against clorinde's, slow shallow thrusts that drag out his pleasure until it's verging on overstimulating, and then he stops, panting against her mouth but his arms still steady where he's holding her up against him. ]
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but not here, perhaps. somewhere she can press him down and keep him to herself, drowning them both in sensation and pleasure. ]
Tseng, [ another lilting purr, an echo of something deeper and more predatory beneath despite the absence of fang and claw. a stark difference to the soft press of her fingers along his jaw, the gentle nudge of her nose against his. ] Will you stay with me tonight?
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clorinde's nose nudges against his and tseng leans up to press their mouths together in a searing kiss, only just remembering not to let his incisors cut her lip open. ]
I will, [ he agrees without hesitation. after a moment, he slips free of her body and lowers her back down to her feet, staying close even as he tucks his cock back into his slacks and re-zips the front. there's nothing to be done about his come dripping down clorinde's thighs, though, and tseng finds himself momentarily torn on whether that means they should hurry somewhere more private, or parade her through the smoked egg so everyone can see that tseng has laid his claim. ] Where to?
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everyone knows by now exactly who she belongs to.
her hand smooths over his bicep down to his hand, lacing their fingers together as she leads them to one of the back rooms, her long tail coiling around his upper thigh as they walk. she seems to know exactly which one isn't occupied, and once the door closes behind them, she slips her fingers through the belt loops of his slacks. clorinde has never been shy about what she likes and what she wants, but it's rare to see her like this—something playful in her expression as she backs him up towards the luxurious coffin in the middle of the room, pushing him down onto it with a strength she doesn't often display in this setting. ]
I thought we'd had enough of sharing.
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I'm inclined to agree, [ tseng says, as that vampiric sense of possession floods his senses again. his gaze drops to the pink fang marks in her throat, then lower to the slick trails of his come dripping down her inner thighs. he wants to claim her, a deep, wretched need that hooks itself low in the pit of his belly and tugs.
there is a corner of his monstrous mind that wouldn't mind everyone knowing who she belongs to, it seems, but tseng's more human senses recognize that a little privacy is a good idea. ]
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she feels an echo of his need, one that slots so closely next to her own that they may as well be one and the same. arousal simmers in her veins as she removes the last bit of clothing that covers her, slipping off the fur shrug and the chains to let them fall carelessly to the floor before joining him. rather than stretch out next to tseng, she straddles him instead, likely smearing some of his come onto his trousers as she does, but she doesn't think he'd mind too much. ideally, he won't be minding much of anything at all, soon. ]
I'm glad we're aligned.
[ her fingers drag lightly over the buttons on his shirt, contemplating the merits of ripping them off as her tail loosens its hold on his thigh to play with the zipper of his slacks. the tip curls around the fastening to ease it down, slipping inside once there's enough room to slide over his cock. ]
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maybe there should be some part of him that's wary of what clorinde could do, in this form. maybe he should be a little bit more circumspect—but he honestly can't find it in himself, given how beautiful she is, how deeply attracted tseng is to her.
as clorinde makes light work of tseng's clothes, whether by tearing them off or unbuttoning them properly, tseng himself is no help at all. instead, his hands are all over clorinde's body, moving over her smooth thighs, the curve of her hips into her waist. he draws both hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, heavy and perfect in his palms, and then pinches her nipples between thumb and forefinger to roll them, teasing them into stiffness. he likes the way it makes her stomach quiver with what tseng imagines must be little jolts of pleasure, likes getting to see the way her body responds when he touches her. ]
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How pretty.
[ there's a second voice beneath hers, a darker echo despite the tenderness in her tone. his broad palms smooth up her body to cup her breasts and she sighs against his mouth, pleased and ravenous, ripples of sensation running down her frame. she's so sensitive; she always has been, but the moon makes it worse, makes her insatiable, and her tail holds his cock steady as she raises herself up to sink down onto him. one smooth, slick slide down to the root. she grinds her hips down against his and she purrs with absolute decadence, planting her palms against his chest to ride him in earnest. ]
And all mine.
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she feels perfect, devastating, her cunt hot and tight around him—and the sight of her, shiva, she's going to ruin him. the way clorinde's body arches, the way her thighs work, the way her breasts bounce each time she lifts up and then drops down again. tseng can't tear his eyes away, his gaze utterly captivated by the shape of her. he wants to fuck her until neither of them can even move; he wants to sink her teeth into the perfect smooth skin of her inner thigh and drink from her until she comes again.
but from this angle he can do none of those things. he's trapped under the exquisite agony of her body, and can do nothing but give himself over to her, to let her have him how she will. tseng shifts a hand to press against clorinde's pubic bone, tilted so he can dip his thumb down and rub at her clit in time with the movements of her hips. ]
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it feels good. she was already close when she climbed on top of him and sat on his cock and—it's been an age since then, seconds ticking to eternities in an instant, but she's needy, hungry; desperate in the way she chases her pleasure while dragging him down with her. but his thumb pressed to her clit is just what she needs, grinding into him and shuddering between his hand and his cock, the sway of her hips indulgent as she moans long and low. ]
Right there, [ she murmurs, breathless, and then locks up tight around him, her cunt quivering around him as she comes. ]
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his need hooks itself deep inside him, a tug behind his breastbone or lower between his thighs. tseng grips clorinde by the hips and holds her in place, presses his heels to the plush lining of the coffin and uses it as leverage as he starts to fuck up into her. he gives her no quarter, not even a moment to come down from the height of her climax—no, he's chasing his own now, fucking deep and purposeful into clorinde with every urgent movement of his hips.
by now he's panting softly, her name mixed with curses mixed with filthy little nothings, things he's not even really aware of saying. clorinde clutches tight around him, swaying each time tseng's cock nudges her cervix, and the intensity of it is all at once too much—tseng pulls her down onto his length one last time and comes with a choked-off groan, emptying himself entirely, filling her with come and feeling some of his energy drain out of him with it. ]
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she shivers with his release, in oversensitivity or delight or both, leaning back and bracing a hand against his knee to grind her hips against his, slow and indulgent while riding out that shared high. her entire body tingles and she relishes the feeling—his spend sitting warm inside of her, his fingers pressing bruises into her hips from how tightly he clutches her, the gravel-rough texture of his voice slipping down her spine like a hot caress. not for the first time she finds herself marveling at the intensity, how it never feels quite the same each time they come together like this.
eventually, when her breathing catches up with her, she lowers herself to stretch out against him, loathe to separate herself from him just yet. the kiss she presses to his mouth is almost gentle compared to the searing kisses from before, less desperate and hungry, still warmed by the heat of him inside and against her. ]
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when they pull apart, tseng keeps his grip where it is and holds clorine at just the right distance to look at her face. she's so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her, especially flushed with exertion and glowing with sweat and satisfaction, and tseng finds his gaze dropping to the pink marks in her throat left behind by his teeth where they earlier sunk into her flesh to drink. it reminds him of a fleeting desire that had occurred to him earlier, as he watched clorinde ride him, and tseng smiles slightly, exposing the sharp points of his teeth. ]
Would you get on your back for me? [ he asks, because even now, vampire and succubus that they are, tseng doesn't have it in him to order her around. ] I'll give you a few more souvenirs somewhere I think you'll like them.
[ like the soft skin of her inner thighs, property of tseng. ]
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but it's there and gone again. tseng smiles up at her and asks her to get on her back, and she's moving without even thinking about it, lifting herself up and off of him before settling back down at his side. slick and come leak out of her, her thighs glistening with it as she spreads them to leave room for him in between. she'd make to clean herself off, but she doesn't think he'd really mind. ]
Something to remember you by? [ she extends a leg to hook her foot behind his thigh as if to coax him closer, letting her arms fall back to rest on the cushions near her head. ] Or are you still hungry?
[ she can think of a few different places where he can sink his teeth into. ]
Come. Eat your fill.
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Maybe a little of both, [ he says with a sharp-fanged smile.
the way clorinde falls back against the pillows is so unabashedly lovely that tseng has to take a moment to just drink her in, so to speak, the soft skin of her arms and the lush curves of her breasts. he presses a kiss between them, then below her navel, and then finally settles between her thighs, letting them drape over his arms as he hooks one hand around her left thigh and presses his lips to the damp skin there.
he starts slow. tongue and lips against skin, carefully licking at every inch of her inner thigh, tasting the mingled tang of his come and her slick. her blood pulses in a heady throb just below his mouth, but tseng is sated for now and patient, so he sucks bruises to the skin but doesn't give in to the temptation to bite—not yet. no, he remembers an afternoon some weeks ago when he'd coaxed clorinde to orgasm just like this, by kissing and sucking and biting at her thighs until she trembled with release, and he seeks now to replicate those touches, albeit without the teeth for the time being, except when they brush faintly against her skin as his mouth moves upward again. ]