TDM 06

[goldmods]

【 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

BASEMENT SUITES

SQUEEZING IN

► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to the rooms that have the most overall vacancies — the basement suites. Despite their small size and narrow twin beds, characters are stuffed up to three in a room. Don’t worry, that’s why the staff have thoughtfully removed the doors of every new arrival's room. It's easier to stuff inside that way, isn't it? More space for everyone!

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are warm autumnal plaids made of thick flannel to help keep warm through the supernatural chill. Some of these robes are more elaborate than others, with seasonal patterns like apples or pumpkins.

► Existing characters currently living in a basement suite may find one or two new arrivals taking up residence in their room. The staff appreciate your understanding and willingness to share during this influx of new guests and spike of supernatural activity! There's safety in numbers. It's to everyone's benefit, really.

ICY HALLWAYS

► The normally dirty and forgotten hallways of the basement suites are in even worse shape than usual. Yellow stains ripple down the walls, the floor is coated in dust, and there are suspicious globs of something in the corners. Their standard chilly temperature has taken a sharp plunge to freezing. Guests without any resistance to cold will find it challenging to walk around the hallways without bundling up. For those that don't have the proper clothing, the staff suggest sharing some body heat and fucking to make do. They probably shouldn't have removed all those room doors, huh...

► Don't even talk about going out and about without shoes! Stepping in one of those gloopy puddles may unexpectedly trigger a fever or other similar illness. As time passes and the supernatural grows stronger, these goopy masses will crawl the walls and drip from the ceiling. As they grow stronger, so will the physical reaction to touching them. Guests may experience any of the CLUBS effects when the sludge is especially potent.

► When walking in any of the basement suite hallways, characters may hear the ghostly whispers from the maintenance levels. They are stronger than usual and can be heard on even the rank 3 and rank 4 floors. What's more, these whispers, if directed at a particular guest, can be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Whispers may provoke, accuse, and guilt characters by targeting their insecurities or regrets. These whispers will slowly turn to screams the closer the date creeps toward October 31st.

COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS

► The ghouls in particular start becoming audacious as supernatural influence strengthens. A pesky group of water ghouls have marked the basement communal bathroom as their territory. Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or aren't paying attention to their surroundings may find themselves cornered by water ghouls in the showers. The ghouls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair for shits and giggles. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards and 2s.

► Some especially raunchy water ghouls have taken to haunting the toilets, showers, and baths. The toilet ghouls have especially long tongues, which they stick out to get a lick of some unsuspecting ass. The bath ghouls, the most attractive of the lot, pretend to be guests and try to lure new arrivals and low ranks into a clandestine affair. The shower ghouls hide and outstretch their arms to shamelessly grab and squeeze whatever their grubby claws can touch.

► Despite the bravado, these water ghouls are not very strong and can be easily dealt with. They will run if someone overpowers them. They will flinch and hide if someone screams too loudly. And, most importantly, they're absolutely terrified of dry towels. They're supposed to be wet, damn it! Don't threaten them with being dry. Aiming a hair dryer at them is enough to get them curled on the ground in agony.

TAILS

BROKEN WING CLINIC

THE MORGUE

► Did we mention that we had some overbooking? Some unfortunate new arrivals won't be waking up in the basement suites with their peers. These guests, with a stroke of bad luck, will find themselves waking up in the morgue of the Broken Wing clinic. The morgue has never seen a real dead body before — so when waking up on morgue tray sliders, they thankfully won't be assaulted by any rancid smells.

► New arrivals waking up in the morgue will be covered with a white sheet. They will also be dressed in a standard white hospital gown, each of their big toes tagged with a cause of death. These causes of death, however, all seem to be a bit unusual. They range from 【 DIED AFTER SIX CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS, ABSOLUTE KING 】 to 【 DIED OF LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT, WHAT A DORK 】... it's not like the doctor expected you to see them!

► Some especially unlucky guests will find that the door to their tray slider is locked. The keys to all of the tray sliders, as well as several mortuary tools, are available around the room for those that are kind enough to lend these poor souls a helping hand! It's just a matter of finding them. The desk and tool areas of the morgue are shockingly messy, as if the doctors and nurses left in a rush. Wonder why that is?

ABANDONED CLINIC

► Exploration of the clinic will yield some interesting results. Despite reception advising that those affected by the veil thinning should report to the clinic for observation, Broken Wing is completely void of any medical staff. The hallways are in ruin. Cabinets with medical files are empty. The beds have no patients. Even the air is musty. Broken Wing appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

► A small stroke of good luck — even if the doctors are gone, medical and general supplies can still be found scattered throughout the clinic. Guests can utilize staff clothing if they don't want to run around in those open-back hospital gowns. Over the counter medicines and bandages are available. Guests that may have had their eye on the harder prescription stuff can take this opportunity to scrounge through the clinic's pharmacy, now that there is no pharmacist to guard the goods.

► As exciting as a clinic free for all is, guests should be careful...

WALKING UNDEAD

Loud noises echo from the clinic's basement. Thud, thud, thud — heavy footsteps resound through the otherwise eerie silence. Muffled voices come in strange breaks, as if the speakers are having difficulty moving their mouths. Slowly, from around the corners and up the stairs, a group of long-standing guests drag their bodies awkwardly toward the sounds and warmth of any "living" guests in the clinic. Blue lips gape. Their skin is waxy and strange. They stare with red and yellow eyes. Then, slowly, they begin to drag their bodies forward...

► Zombified long-standing guests have been lurking in the clinic. These zombies are hungry for flesh in all meanings of the word. Some want one, some want the other, and some want both. Though they move slowly and have little control over their dead appendages, they are relentless, and will chase any non-zombie guests through the clinic.

► However, these zombies will not leave Broken Wing. Leaving the clinic is akin to a safe getaway. Those that want to fight will find that these zombies are fairly traditional: destroying their heads will kill them.

► A bite or scratch from a zombie is a potent aphrodisiac. The guest that is bitten or scratched will similarly begin to hunger for flesh... mostly in the horny way, but if you want to play it in the hungry way, we support you. Guests will not transform into zombies from a bite or scratch. The aphrodisiac will continue to burn through their system until sexual satisfaction is achieved. Going without "the cure" with result in fever, hallucinations, chills, muscle pain, and other extremely uncomfortable symptoms.

MAIN LOBBY

THE VEIL THINS

A STRANGE MOON & ENDLESS NIGHT

► Darkness pervades the main lobby despite clocks claiming that morning hours have come. The grand chandeliers and fixtures are not working, so staff hurry to light lanterns around the central hub and connecting hallways. A strange full moon floats in the center of the lobby. This moon hovers silently, always staying close to the high ceiling, and never changes its phase even when passing days begin accumulating.

► Those that bask in the pale light of the moon for too long may begin to feel an itch of strangeness... this itch will go away once farther from the moon. Once a guest basks in the moonlight, they might feel the overwhelming urge to continue doing so. It's inexplicable how this gentle moonlight feels like it can help them become their true self.

► An endless night will continue to accompany the moon. This night covers the entire main lobby, front reception, the elevator bank, and several hallways that deposit into the lobby. While the endless night is in play, all affected areas will feel the cool breeze and unique weight of a genuine deep night. Unlike the weather and time simulations offered in the garden and vale, this night is poignantly real despite happening indoors.

THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN

The Rookery, the elusive wandering night market, settles down beneath the moon in the main lobby. Construction of wooden stalls takes no time at all, offering a proper shopping experience compared to their usual tents and makeshift sheets. The sellers of the Rookery are more lively than usual, their ghostly faces illuminated by the light of the moon. They aggressively boast about their wares and try to hook customers over to their booths.

► Worthwhile treasures to be found in the Rookery. Truly useful items worth haggling for.

WOODEN MASKS: Charmed wooden masks that allow the wearer to blend in seamlessly with the supernatural. Come in fox, wolf, and tanuki styles.

MAGIC TALISMANS: An assortment of talismans with elemental capabilities. A snap of fire, a dash of light, a flash of ice, and so on. Useful in a pinch.

WARDING INCENSE: A lovely scent of Jasmine that keeps the ghosts and annoying exes away. Calms even the ghosts in the basement and maintenance levels.

ZOMBIE PILLS: Another cure for the symptoms to the above Zombie bite, found under our TAILS prompt above. Will completely cure the bitten party. Unfortunately, these pills must be administered rectally.

GHOST BELL: Helps the living find a wayward ghost. Particularly useful for finding those that have been separated from their bodies when getting mixed in to the ghosts crossing.

HOLY WATER: Burns the flesh of demonic and monstrous entities. Also clears the skin of any blemishes.

► Cursed treasures to be found in the Rookery. Scam artists boldly lie about how these items are blessed despite knowing full well that they're not.

BLACK CANDLE: Burn this candle and make a wish, it will come true. In actuality, the wish will be fulfilled but in the worst way possible, a la the classic monkey's paw. It also smells bad, like cheeto feet.

BLESSED TUNIC: A tunic that will ward off any attacks from the living or the dead. In actuality, this tunic does keep people away ... but only because it makes the wearer smell pungently of body odor.

VIAL OF POWER: A draught guaranteed to improve your strength and make you more appealing, sexually. In actuality, all this liquid does is make the drinker gassy. Best guarantee is that you'll fart every three steps.

LUCKY PENNY: A significant increase in luck! Technically true... but in actuality, the luck is bad luck. Small things, like stubbing your toe or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

A REAL SOLID GOLD RING: An exquisite piece from the ancient ages, made of pure gold that holy virgin priestesses wore when bathing in celestial light. Fake ass ring made of tinfoil. Makes your finger green.

1000 YEAR OLD WINE: The most delicious wine to ever exist! Coveted by emperors and gods alike! Tastes okay, and the alcohol content is high, but changes the drinker's voice into an embarrassing high pitch that cracks often. Also, can potentially make your ass hair grow long. Like, really long.

► Plenty of junk, knickknacks, and used clothing can also be found for reasonable prices. The sellers in the Rookery prefer to trade but will take chips since they're in such a good mood thanks to the influx of yin energy.

BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS

OUT OF SERVICE

A LONELY GHOST (EASY MODE)

► While the moon is full in the main lobby, the elevators are out of order. Staff will ask guests to kindly use the stairs and, due to the urgency of the situation, allow them to use the special back hallways usually exclusive to staff. Back hallways have the ability to traverse great distances in the stretch of an average hallway. The downside is that these back hallways and all the stairs around the main lobby are plunged into the darkness of the moon's endless night. While there are candles, their light doesn't travel very far.

Well. That isn't the only downside.

► Though there are numerous wayward spirits passing through, one stubborn ghost sticks around to haunt the hallways and stairs. The lonely ghost takes on the appearance of a charming young man or woman before approaching guests to ask, "Am I pretty? Will you kiss me?" A negative response will result in continued persistence and sobbing while a positive result will result in frenzied joy.

► No matter the form the lonely ghost is taking, when it steps forward to try and initiate a kiss, its mouth will trisect open and unfurl several slimy tubes. Even with this hideous transformation its eyes will glitter with adoration and hope as it leans in for a passionate smooch... it can't help that it was born this way! It just wants love too!

► The ghost will chase would-be lovers through the hallways, a la Scooby Doo. However, escaping the lonely ghost isn't difficult, and it will change targets when it spots someone else to pursue.

A LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE)

...drip... drip... drip...
► In the deepest corridors and the darkest corners lurks another creature. It scuttles across the ceiling, dripping slime from its maw and curled tentacles, waiting for unsuspecting guests to pass by with delightful anticipation. This tentacled monster is more aggressive than the lonely ghost, looking to snatch up anyone it can find and steal them away to its sticky nest. This monster is greedy and willing to snatch up as many guests as it possibly can.

► This tentacle creature is extremely fast and aggressive. It will chase its prey through the hallways with incredible speed. Its flesh is difficult to pierce, though not impossible. Bloody it up enough and it'll scuttle away to tend to its wounds before heading back out again looking for prey.

► However, this monster isn't looking to eat its captured victims. No, no, no. Stop crying, beloved captured prey. It just so happens to be this monster's breeding season. The lonely monster will use its tentacles to pleasure its captured prey and, potentially, lay its eggs inside particularly suitable guests. Don't worry — if you like tentacles but not so much the eggs, this monster is particular about the mother(s) of its monster cubs. It won't take anyone. Only those that especially catch its eye.

► Not that there will be any monster cubs. Unfortunately, this tentacle monster really needs another tentacle monster to properly raise a family. Any guests imbued with eggs will be left to shit them out. Thankfully, they're on the small side.

THE ELEVATORS

Wait... weren't the elevators out of order?

► Throughout the next few weeks there will be clear signs and posts around the elevator bank that the elevators are not currently in service and that guests should use the back hallways and stairs. However, at random times, the elevators will appear to be fully functional. Their doors will slide open in front of guests, emitting an inviting glow out into the darkness. The door will remain open until someone steps inside.

► Any guests brave enough to ignore all of the classic horror movie signs that these elevators are possessed as hell will be locked inside once the door closes. A childish giggle rings inside before the elevator plunges into darkness and everything jerks wildly. Elevators will play the classic tower of terror prank of plunging for several floors before spitting guests out in a random location. If the ghost is feeling particularly cheeky, it may spit its prisoners out somewhere they would really hate to be.

MONSTER MASH

ITCH BENEATH THE SKIN

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE

► Guests that spend too much time amongst the wandering spirits or who end up swept along with a group of them hurrying into a wall may find themselves knocked out of their bodies and forced into ghost form. Their bodies will collapse while their spirit is swept away into the resort.

► While in spirit form, guests can do everything a ghost can! They can walk through walls, possess or haunt their friends, and even infiltrate the dreams of other guests. Whatever ghostly tropes you would like to lean into, including the Patrick Swayze love experience, are at your disposal.

► The longer they're away from their body, however, the harder it will be to readjust to the flesh. There's also the small issue of staff picking up any "dead" bodies and shipping them over to the morgue. If they spend too long playing outside, wayward spirit guests may have to head over to the morgue to find their body (please see TDM prompt Arrival, Tails for details on why this sucks for them).

MOONFLUENCE

► The moon grows stronger after several days of gathering strength in the main lobby. Those that have basked in its light, even if it was only for a short while, may begin to feel that itch again... only this time it does not abate. The sensation becomes maddening, rippling beneath the flesh without restraint. Then — suddenly — it breaks free.

► Guests are transforming into monsters of all kinds under the influence of the moon. There is no limit on the type of monster that guests can transform into. Some guests may transform into vampires and weres while others may turn into dragonkin and tentacle monsters. The moon does not discriminate. Players are welcome to turn their characters into any kind of creature or monster they would like.

► Transformations do not need to be complete. Guests may have half or partial transformations. Transformations also vary in duration; a guest could potentially turn into several monsters over the course of the moon's rise in the main lobby. A guest could be a werewolf for an hour and shift into a vampire the next. Of course, a guest could also remain a werewolf for the entire duration of the moon's influence. This moon really loves some chaos.

► Any guests undergoing monster transformation may also utilize any of the DIAMONDS effects. In typical Golden Peacock fashion, transformations can also automatically come with intense arousal to get these guests into the freaky monster fuckin' spirit.

THE VALE

OVERGROWN WILDS

INFLUX

► In an effort to keep the monster situation under control, and to avoid mass destruction of the Golden Peacock, staff are attempting to corral any transformed guests into the vale. Of course, there's no way for them to get nearly half of the transformed guests in there, but some of the monsters seem to enjoy the more natural ambiance the vale provides.

► As more and more guests transform into monsters, the staff have little choice but to place advertisements for monster hunters. The job is easy enough: anyone who has not been transformed qualifies and the job description is to drag monsters into the vale for containment. Monster hunters will earn a medium payout for every transformed guest they toss into the vale. Monster hunters that fuck the monster before tossing them into the vale will receive an additional large payment.

► Transformed guests that turn back to their normal form will be allowed to leave the vale. Not that the staff can actually do much to stop them from leaving when they're monsterized, to begin with...

TERRAIN

► The vale has been shifted into night mode for the next few weeks to accommodate the newly turned monster guests. A full moon hangs overhead, though unlike the monster moon in the main lobby, this moon is digitized on the overhead panels for the sake of ambiance.

► A thick fog perpetually runs through the forest and weather simulations such as rain and snow rotate on a timer to provide a realistic experience. Every type of weather common during autumn/winter rotates through the vale.

► Caverns, caves, alcoves, and other earthy terrain stretches across the base of the vale. Tall trees with giant gnarled roots provide shelter. Bioluminescent mushrooms light the way in the darkness of simulated night. A long river runs through the vale. There are also several small ponds where these rivers lead to, as well as a couple of small waterfalls.

PACK MENTALITY

► Monsters of the same type may experience a resonance, or pack mentality, triggering any of the HEARTS effects between them. For example, canine-based monsters may feel unexpected fondness toward each other and be inclined to create a pack or share a den. Feline-based monsters may feel affectionate and groom one another. Aquatic-based creatures may feel that lightning shock of love at first sight. You get the idea!

► Resonance that triggers a Hearts effect can occur between monsters of different types but it's less common. Like calls to like, and monsters of the same or similar types will be naturally drawn toward one another.

SMOKED EGG

DEN OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY

THE COVEN

► Some of the civilized monsters refuse to be caught in the vale. Particularly, a coven a vampires has flooded into the Smoked Egg and transformed it into a den of debauchery. Gone are the gauzy curtains and pillows, replaced with stark red and black upholstery that lends itself to the vampiric aesthetic. The smoke, however, remains a haze over the lounge. This smoke is imbued with a relaxant to help loosen up any "prey" that wanders into their den.

► As far as prey goes — any creature that isn't a vampire applies. Prey will be doted upon and coaxed with the hopes of being fed upon. All those who come to the Smoked Egg will be encouraged to dip into hedonism with the coven and join in the sensual vampire orgy. Clothing in the lounge is optional, with many couples making love right in the open where other guests can watch.

► Guests that have turned into vampires, or were vampires to begin with, will be warmly welcomed by the coven. All vampires are capable of turning other guests into vampires through siring — this ritual involves exchanging blood between the master and sire, and will create an empathic bond between them. Vampires of the coven are happy to teach newly turned vampires how to do this trick if they don't already know. While guests can still shift from a vampire into another monster under the moon's influence, or return to a normal human, this empathic bond with their "creator" could potentially remain indefinitely.

VAMPIRIC LUXURIES

► The bar is stocked with numerous blood-based cocktails. Some blood has been collected in bottles, while other drinks are made from the blood of live and willing donors. The cocktails run the gambit of accompanying effects — players may select any SPADES effects for drinks at the vampiric bar.

► Though the core coven that have taken up residence in the Smoked Egg seem to be exhibitionists, there are numerous back rooms for those that prefer some privacy. Rather than traditional beds, however, guests will find luxurious coffins. There's nothing quite like fucking in a coffin, is there? Especially an upright one!

► We can't forget the vampire's pride and joy: the blood pool. This pool is filled with 100% bona fide blood, perfect for a round of fucking or just some relaxation. This pool is kept at a warm temperature because cold blood just isn't as good. Non-vampire guests will be encouraged to add some blood to the pool. It's the least you can do after being waited on hand and foot, after all.

BALANCE RETURNS

TIME TO TAKE THAT PTO

THE HOUSE TAKES A VACATION

► Between getting pummeled by guest shenanigans earlier in the month and then managing an invasive monster moon, the house is exhausted. Even near-omnipotent manifestations have a bottom line. Since the house isn't really going anywhere it's more accurate to call this a staycation, but either way, it's not taking any calls for a while.

► A general notice will flash on the electronic bulletin boards that due to overwork, the usual staff have also been granted paid time off by the house. Given how haggard the receptionists, bellhops, and cleaners all look after cleaning the Peacock from head to toe after overwhelming monster mischief, it's a much needed break. The Golden Peacock, after great efforts, is restored to semi-normal from most monster-caused damage. Some reminders remain, like those scuff marks that won't come out no matter how hard the cleaners scrub.

► During this time, the house will not be causing any mischief and harassing guests. It's a time of decompression for everyone. Right about now it's sitting back with a glass of whiskey and wondering why these recent guests have been such a handful compared to years past. It's almost like they don't want to lose themselves in hedonism and debauchery!

THE B-TEAM

► Of course, the house won't leave the Golden Peacock totally unmanned. The guests still need tending to! During this rest period, temps and back of house staff that don't typically work front of house are filling customer service roles. You know what that means: minor inconveniences abound.

► The B-team is nowhere near as good as the usual staff. Simple mistakes are more common during this time. Deliveries are sent to the wrong suites, the wrong dining service arrives, the towels aren't washed, and the front desk knows literally nothing outside of the basic function of checking guests in. It's not even worth asking when the house will be back, let alone asking for some other manager. But after the chaos of the past month, maybe these small annoyances aren't all that bad?

► The house will be back! ... Later. For now, the Golden Peacock is quiet, even the most party-hard guests fatigued from the past year of fun. What's to come? You'll just have to wait and see.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: aphrodisiac; biting; blood; body horror; coercion; death (referenced); dubcon; fear; furries; ghosts; horror themes; monsters; noncon; orgy; oviposition; scratching; tentacles; transformation; vampires; wounds; undead; xeno; zombies

▶ 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.

▶ 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!

▶ 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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Comments

[tattooism]

[She had asked, but Kiritsubo already knew the answer. Of course it felt good. She can smell his arousal in the air over the peculiar warmth of the tentacled creature’s season, she had smelled it all the way down the hall… and she had already been an expert in this particular battleground over five hundred years ago. Since then… her skills have yet to rust. How could they, when she keeps using them?

Perhaps the contrast is startling. She looks young, she looks innocent, but the perfect stroke of her hand upon his cock would put a whore to shame. The tentacle, too… that is actually a surprise. The beast is quite good, far more adroit with the prehensile tentacles than most. The tug of nipples, the squeeze of his balls, all of it makes her jealous for the pleasure of it, her own naturally high libido flaring up with want.

Want the creature seemed willing to offer her, too, the tip of the tentacle curled about her waist passing the hem of her short skirt and flicking it, flashing a brief glimpse of scandalous lacy thong before it disappears back beneath the fabric and Kiritsubo’s little hitch of breath is the only indication of what happens next.

But if Reign kept looking like that…]

You don’t have to hide…

[Her voice is a sweet whisper, tinged with a whine as the tentacle slipping between her thighs suddenly wriggles like an eel.]

This thing can’t talk… it’s our little secret…

[She invites him to share it as if they were trusted companions, long-term lovers, not virtual strangers who had exchanged names a minute ago. If he needed convincing…

The wet warmth of her tongue laves across the sensitive tip of his cock, the only part of him there not covered by fingers or cephalopod-like limbs.]

[eaudevamp]

[ It is surprising, to note the way Kiritsubo expertly handles his cock, at odds with her sweet and innocent appearance. Then again, don't judge a book by its cover, no? He knew well enough by now that the guests here come in all forms, and at times how they look doesn't represent who they truly are.

Look at him, supposedly a fearsome creature of the night that bites and drinks the blood of living beings. Yet here he is, whimpering and crying out as the tentacles continue to fondle his sensitive spots, caught in this vulnerable position and unable to escape. Of course, he could try to use his pheromone to overpower the tentacle creature. But he isn't willing to turn Kiritsubo into one of his unwitting victim. So he forges on, until that sweet honeyed voice speaks up again, a soft lilting. ]

But... [ Finally Reign opens his eyes, looks to her, and swallows hard at the sight before him. He did catch the hitch of her breath earlier, does see the tentacle between her legs. She's enjoying this as well, it seems. Wouldn't it be better if relaxes a bit more? After all, this isn't his first time being involved in carnal activities with a near-stranger.

Reign opens his mouth, intending to encourage her to continue, when the touch of her warm and wet tongue sends a jolt through him. The tentacle at his rear takes this chance to push in as well, sliding deeper with ease. What a cooperative team the creature and Kiritsubo makes, a deadly one too, as Reign suddenly finds his senses overwhelmed. ] Aah! W-wait...!! Nggh!

[ The creature doesn't wait, as it begins to thrust in and out, and doing the same to Kiritsubo. ]

[tattooism]

[It could perhaps be said that she, a woman who had been born in the form of a beast, was predisposed to understanding the creature that had suddenly invaded the usually forbidden back halls of the casino resort... But really, it's heat that is to blame. The tentacled monster's breeding season in the air, her own libido throbbing in her veins, Reign's pheromones kept barely suppressed...

They are all tied, unwittingly, by scent.

And what room was there in such a heavy, surreal moment, for "but"s?

She might answer his exclamation, but first she has to whimper, the sound wavering in her throat as her own tentacle slips past the pale defense of thin lace to rub between her folds, withdrawing only for the tip to flick and winnow over her clit. Though Kiritsubo knew his words were potentially more meant for the creature she could sense through the arch of his back must have found a place inside of him... Why not- ?]

I can't...

[Because she didn't want to. Her words smear over his cock with her lips, a long, soft kiss, a swirl of her tongue that traces over the pre-cum leaking from his slit, taking it into her mouth with a muffled moan. Or perhaps that isn't just the taste, but the way her tentacle has echoed his and begun to slip into her cunt.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Scent is indeed what binds them now. Heady and cloying, turning Reign's mind into a fuzzy haze, as if he will melt from it. Not often does he lose his sanity during sex, but it feels like it now. Comprehension slowly eludes him, making it harder to concentrate on anything else but the immense pleasure the monster and Kiritsubo lavish upon him. Could that have been from the monster's doing? The liquid it secretes does carry a tantalising scent, one that teases Reign's nose, cajoling him to breathe in more of it. Surely the same is happening to Kiritsubo too, further driving up their desires into a frenzy.

He barely registers the words Kiritsubo say, instead focused on what she does next. ] A-ahh! Yes, yes! More, please. Right th-there...

[ Whether his pleas are for her or the tentacle monster is hard to discern, but it matters not when he begins to move his hips much more earnestly, desperately. Back against the prehensil appendage up his ass, and forward into Kiritsubo's hot, inviting mouth.

He feels so very full, yet he can't help but beg for more. It's these reactions that fuel the creature, its movements now wilder and more aggressive towards them both. Then he cries out as the tentacle inside him found his prostate with pinpoint precision, and he nearly came at the barest touch. ] ...K-Kiri...tsubo, I'm... close.

[tattooism]

[There is indeed, she thinks, something present in this creature's excretions. It would make sense, of course. Something to keep its prey pliant, to encourage them to open up and let the beast in, allow for conquering... and perhaps more. Either way... it is a potentially convenient thing to blame, depending on what she wanted to do after this.

But for now, what she wanted--]

Reign-

[She lets out his name in response to his pleas, but it seems she can only get a single syllable out before her tongue finds better use in returning to tease and swirl over the head of his cock while her fingers and a tentacle stroke at his cock, while the creature thrusts wilder, deeper, tugging him wantonly towards climax. Her own moans are growing louder, her thighs trembling with excitement and her body rocking forward onto tiptoes, stopped from potentially toppling only by a tentacle's curl about her waist and how she clutches desperately at Reign's hip with her free hand.

Though it is tempting to take him further into her mouth, steal it all for herself and fill her belly in more ways than one... Kiritsubo keeps him very intentionally on her lips and only the cradle of her tongue. After all-]

Let me have it... Let us...

[They wouldn't want to provoke the creature by robbing it of his semen. It could wipe it dripping from her face and breasts if it truly wanted it.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Reign wants to hear more. More of Kiritsubo's voice. Encouraging him, teasing him, cajoling him. Saying his name in those lust-laced tone. It has him choking out a moan, further lost in other sounds of pleasure courtesy of Kiritsubo and the tentacle monster. It's a strange symphony, a carnal aural performance, fit for a sex resort that greedily soaks it up.

The coiling in his gut only wound up more and more, and all Reign could feel in his nerves are waves after waves of pleasure. As much as he wants Kiritsubo to take all of him into her mouth, there's something about her merely teasing him with the barest amount, just enough to keep him on a tether.

But the creature's patience seem to have reach its limit, and Reign badly wants to come. The tentacles stroke harder, faster, and the particular one inside him thrust again, hitting his sweet spot. It's too much, taking Reign unaware as his cock throbs and ejaculates, body going taunt from the intense orgasm. ]

Aaah!!! Haah... Mmn! [ He screams as he comes all over Kiritsubo's face and down her front, her hand, and the tentacles wrapped around his cock. For a long while, his mind is a total blank as his dick continues to twitch, a free feast for here and the creature to partake. ]

[tattooism]

[Oh, this thing is not bad. Not bad at all. Kiritsubo gives the creature and Reign both her whimpers and whines, knees turning inward as the thrust of the tentacle fills her deeper at each press. The slick its attentions and potential aphrodisiac have summoned ease its passage and stain her thighs, and the peculiar texture of the one at work on her pulls the proof of her arousal out of her in glistening strands, gradually forming a lewd puddle on the floor between her legs.

The back hall smells like rut. Sounds like rut. Feels like rut.

And its delicious.

Though she knows his seed will be, too, Kiritsubo forces herself to pull her lips off the tip of his cock with a wet pop, just as she feels his body growing tight with impending release. One last stroke of her hand in tandem with the tentacle is all it takes, and then-

She tips her head back and opens her mouth, eyes fluttering closed just before his climax begins to spill over her face and breasts. Pale ropes of cum splatter against her skin and the thin silk of her blouse as she moans in excitement. Though she had intended to ascertain first if the beast wanted it... she risks it to take a taste, tongue swiping over her plush lips to pull a dollop of semen into her mouth, savoring it with a throaty hum that turns into a sticky whimper after she swallows.

And then the creature begins to partake, smaller tentacles coiling out of the shadows to begin wiping the pale stains off of her body to take for itself. In the process, they slip beneath her clothing and curl around her breasts, flick over her nipples, the shape of taut tips and a ring piercing beginning to show through the delicate fabric... that begins to rip and pull away from her body as the greedy creature moves to make off with the entire cum-stained garment. Freed of the need (want) to stroke his cock, she can cling now with both hands to his hips...]

Reign...

[And she can give more of that voice he'd seemed to enjoy, striving to hold still as the tentacles stroke over her body and smear his seed over her flesh.]

I can't see... Is it- Is that what it wanted... ?

[eaudevamp]

[ As Reign gradually winds down from the intense orgasm, his breath slowly returning to a normal pace, he tilts his head towards Kiritsubo, watching with a hazy glow as the tentacles wipe his cum stain off her attire. Though in the end it seems intent to practically remove it off her and take for its own as a personal collection, like some kind of trophy.

His bones feel like jelly, his cock well spent and soft, and his entire body humming with a low buzz. It's a high he can't quite describe. Somewhat like an afterglow, but more... fuzzy-feeling.

At her question, Reign glances back up to the ceiling, noticing the way the tentacle creature seems to be munching on Kiritsubo's dress. The tentacles also gradually begin to retreat, pulling away from them both, though not before giving Kirtsubo a few more loving touch. Which results in Reign slowly sliding onto the ground, ending up on his knees as he drapes his arms over Kiritsubo's shoulders. Not exactly the best position, considering how sticky they both are. ]

Looks like it. I'm free now, but I can't be certain if it'll go after you next. [ Taking note of Kiritsubo's state of undress, Reign removes his jacket and covers her with it, a sheepish look on his face as he gives her an apologetic smile. ] It's not much, but use it for the time being. Let's leave while we can. I'll take care of you once we're safe.

[ Because there's no way he's leaving Kiritsubo unsatisfied after receiving her generous help. ]

[tattooism]

[It is terribly rude, Kiritsubo finds, to wind a girl up like that and then leave her hanging. Or rather… leave her not hanging. Not like Reign had been, suspending in the grip of powerful tentacles until they finished having their way with him. This thing would require further study, but for now… it seemed they were lucky (unfortunate) to have caught it in the gathering cycle… rather than the depositing one.

Eventually, the tentacles intent on taking all of Reign’s seed for itself clear her face enough that Kiritsubo can open her eyes again, allowing her to gaze openly in his direction with naked lust. Stoked by the tentacles, she has a last few sighs and whines as the appendages twist themselves around her curves, give one wriggle between her legs, but then…

How bereft she feels.

How bereft she would have felt without that kind offer.

Fingers trembling from the anticipation of climax snatched away at the last minute take the coat she is offered, even though she is shameless enough not to care whether others saw her naked or not. She wraps it around herself more securely, so that she can try to stand, but-]

A- ah, my legs feel like jelly…

[She struggles with it a moment, just for a bit of show, but finally straightens up, giving her “savior” a smile in return.]

Here…

[She offers her arm in case he is shaky, too, an offer of mutual support… so that they might reach “safety”, wherever that was, all the faster. So that,]

I need…

[Once he’s up, once he’s closer, the rest tumbles out in a breathier whisper near his ear,]

A lot of care…

[eaudevamp]

[ ooc : in which i sob because i forgot about ovi... next time!!! ]

[ It is terribly rude of the tentacle monster to leave Kiritsubo unsatisfied, so close to achieving her pleasure. One would have expected the creature to be greedy and take hers as well. And thus, Reign has taken it upon himself to take on that role, a repayment for her help.

Reign doesn't wait to check whether the tentacles has decided to leave them alone, or intending to reach out again. Instead, he places the offered arm around his shoulder, then makes to princess carry her smaller fingers as he stands. ]

Of c-course, of course. [ Comes the murmured reply as Reign tries not to shiver when Kiritsubo's warm breath tickle his ear. His own legs are a little unsteady as well, but he forges forth, holding her close to him as he puts some distance between themselves and the creature.

On occasion, he glances down to check on Kiritsubo, concern etched in his expression, before relief gradually seeps in once he comes upon the stairwells. He carefully places her down to sit on the steps, kneeling on one knee, a hand gently cupping her face. ] We're safe now. Tell me, what do you want me to do? [ How does Kiritsubo want him? His fingers? His mouth? His cock? ]

[tattooism]

[ooc: if you wanna write the monster coming back for more I am down, hurhur! Otherwise, yeah, next time!]

[Oh... the carry was so princely! Kiritsubo seems grateful for it, if not perhaps a little embarrassed to need it. She is helpful, at least, curling into the embrace to keep her weight centered, an arm half draped over his shoulder for balance, her face tucked into his chest. That last part... perhaps she is hiding the flush on her worked up expression? Or perhaps she simply wants him to feel it- her hot breath against his skin.

When placed own, she seems to half collapse into the sit, presenting a pretty, somewhat helpless picture. All part of the game, the little role she decided might be fun, but... there is hunger in her eyes when she gazes up at him from nuzzling into the palm of his hand, lips half-parted and as of yet so unused.]

Could I...

[As if unconsciously, her legs have already fallen akimbo to allow him closer between her thighs. The slick and sweat that stain her thighs... they would be so much proper with pale seed in streaks upon her skin. But for now... she bites into her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as if recalling. The way the tentacles had felt wriggling deep into her cunt, how easily they had riled her up...]

I want your fingers...

[eaudevamp]

[ ooc : i'm fine with either. so let's see how things goes~ ]

[ Kiritsubo is indeed very warm when pressed up against Reign, what with her lack of proper clothing now that the tentacle monster had stolen hers away, instead his jacket the only thing covering her.

But now that they're in the relative safely of the stairwell, his gaze roving over Kiritsubo carefully, before returning to her face. His thumb instinctively rubs across her cheek at the nuzzling, waiting for her instruction decision. ]

Yes...? [ He waits with bated breath, unaware that he has begun to inch closer to Kiritsubo, between her parted legs and almost leaning over her, the warm air between them rife with lust. ]

Of course, anything you want. [ The words are whispered, so close their lips nearly brush. It will be so easy to kiss Kiritsubo, Reign thinks. Instead, he slips his free hand between her thighs, fingers lightly brushing against the slick skin before reaching her core. With how wet Kiritsubo had been, in addition to the monster's slick slime, Reign easily slips two fingers into her pussy and begins to fuck her earnestly. ]

[tattooism]

[It would be so easy to kiss Reign, Kiritsubo thinks. Their lips might not brush, but their breath mingles, he’s leaning over her… But she doesn’t. Not yet. Instead, she nips into a plush lip that not minutes ago had been suckling at the head of his cock and lets out an excited, needy whimper as his fingers find her sopping with her own slick arousal and the tentacle creature’s secretions.]

Ah- !

[When he slips inside she cries out lightly, a metallic rattle echoing up the stairwell as her legs splay out in a kneejerk reaction and a heel (the monster hadn’t stolen her shoes at least) clangs into the stair railing. But she needs it, the brace, for the wanting way she levers up her hips, canting up into the thrust of his fingers in a needy roll, words tumbling out in breathy snatches.]

I was so- Reign, I was so close- please-

[And though she doesn’t kiss him on his lips… she turns her cheek in the cradle of his other hand to kiss at his palm and nip at his thumb, panting hot and fast against his skin as her eyelashes flutter and she pleads for just the little bit more she required to cross the peak the beast had denied her.]

[eaudevamp]

[ So close. So close, and he could just angle his head and kiss Kiritsubo. Kiss those plush lips of her, kiss the bruise that had formed when she bit into her own lip, swallow the whimpering she made.

Yet he does. It's a tenuous dance, they're doing, uncertain as to who will give in first. There's tension, just like the way Reign could feel Kiritsubo's legs tremble with the need for leverage as she rocks against his fingers. He hasn't been with many womenfolk in the resort here, but the few he has been with, he has learned to pick up on cues. What do they like, the sounds they make, the secret spots within the hidden cavern that he knows will feel good for them. For Kiritsubo. ]

I know, I know. I'll get you there. [ It's a rare thing to be on the receiving end of such pleadings, for Kiritsubo to show such wants on her face, the desire in her eyes begging for more. And Reign does give her.

There's a quick intake of breath at the nip to his thumb, and Reign doesn't hesitate to push it into her wet mouth, at the same time inserting a third finger into Kiritsubo. Quick and hard, both thumbs seeking out those tantalising spots. One playing with her tongue, the other rolling against her clit, pressing and rubbing. ] Good girl, Kiri. That's it...

[tattooism]

[The damsel act carried with it the threat of disappointment… but on occasion, it could be exceedingly rewarding. Though she had thought this might turn out the former, particularly when the tentacles had withdrawn from them… it turned out this was one of those times.

Lucky her.

She gets one more “please” out in a whimper response to his promise before his thumb is pressing past her lips, past her teeth, rolling over the muscle of her tongue… and she latches on, sucking on the digit just as intently as she’d tended to his cock not moments before. The suction muffles another little cry, heedless of noise or potentially alerting the creature to their location, as he gives her more, more fingers, more “girth”, more speed to match what the beast had been giving her, the wet sound so loud in the stairwell beneath the whimpering tone of Kiritsubo herself as she bucks her hips into the fill, the delicious friction of his thumb against her swollen clit.

She hadn’t been lying or exaggerating how close she’d been when the beast seemingly finished with them. Her pale legs shudder, straining in their makeshift brace. His jacket slips down her shoulders and onto the stairs, exposing the sweat-streaked lines of her body and the way her rocking makes her breasts heave along with their efforts, silver nipple piercing catching the light in a glinting tease. Her eyes flutter closed over flushed cheeks, teeth nipping at the knuckle of his thumb and sucking hard before her lips part again, exposing his now saliva-soaked thumb rolling on her tongue, which curls and extends as her hips quake… and then suddenly crest into a climax of pleasure with a sharp, loud cry and wet syllables behind that might have been his name.]

[eaudevamp]

[ It's mesmerising, watching the way Kiritsubo slowly becomes undone, taken by lust and pleasure that, previously robbed from her, now drives her ever closer to the peak. The flush on her cheeks and along her bare skin, the sounds she make, the sweat that seems to reflect what little light there is in this dark stairwell, and the scent of sex permeating the air... It's enough to make Reign's cock twitch in his trousers once more. He swallows heavily, trying to ignore the way she sucks on his thumb, much the same way she'd done to his erection earlier. Then again, that's why he pushed that digit into her mouth, didn't he? Just to experience that sensation again.

A glint catches his attention, and Reign's pupils dilate at the sight of the silver nipple piercing. His mouth goes dry, cock instantly hard. Before he could otherwise change his mind, he leans in and captures of the piercing into his mouth, tongue rolling against it, mimicking the way Kiritsubo does to his thumb. He bites down just as he feels Kiritsubo shudders through her orgasm, his fingers continuing to move, prolonging her pleasure.

As he waits for Kiritsubo to catch her breath, Reign lavish his attention on her other nipple, teeth tugging on the silver piercing, before he slowly pulls back. ] Feeling better? [ He asks through quiet pants, removing his thumb from Kiritsubo's mouth, and his fingers from her slick cunt. ] That creature must have surprised you. It did for me.

[ Maybe they shouldn't stay here for too long. With all the sounds they made, especially Kiritsubo's, there is no telling when the tentacle monster will return. Reign wouldn't mind (too much) if he got recaptured, but he doesn't want Kiritsubo to get caught up in it again. ] Where's your suite? I can take you back there.

[tattooism]

[The peak is all the more delicious for having been previously robbed of it. It’s all the more precious when it came with the sudden tug upon the piercing in her soft, blossom pink nipple, pulling a moan and then a pleased whimper out of her already straining throat as the soft lap of tongue became a quick bite at the crest of her pleasure. Her hips buck a bit more frenetically into the press of his fingers as if she too is determined to ring as much pleasure out of this as possible, striving to prolong it with him…

Before she comes crashing down in a heap, elbows quaking but succeeding just barely in keeping her from sprawling uncomfortably on the unforgiving staircase. The problem is… now, with his jacket crumpled behind her… She looks messy and delectable, panting heavy with the slick of tentacle and his fingers’ work between her legs, both nipples almost painfully taut with stimulation, still slick with saliva now cooling in the air outside the warmth of his mouth and making her shiver and squirm. If she licks her own lips unconsciously, craving more…]

Mmm… Thank you…

[She gets that out first, no shame in her hurrying her towards a hasty attempt at redressing or modesty, content to answer breathless and inviting.]

It did surprise me but… It’s fine… We actually… we did pretty well handling it, didn’t we?

[It could have gone worse, surely? The flush on her face is unobscured now, most of Reign’s semen wiped away by a greedy monster in heat and looking for seed, but… there is a sticky hint here, a small smear here… places where the less adroit tentacles had left his mark on her skin.]

My suite’s not far but, ah…

[There’s a “3” tattooed on the inner curve of her right breast beside the mark of a spade, indicating she had one of the lower level, shabbier quarters, something barely worthy of the word “suite”. Is she embarrassed to show a man that she lived like that? Or…

Or is she looking at his cock straining once again in his trousers more than she is his face when she whispers,]

What if I don’t want to go there… ?

[What if her own small hand has crept up to clasp a heavy breast, “unconsciously” squeezing as if longing to feel even a fraction of how wonderful his mouth had.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Kiritsubo is the one who Reign thinks doesn't get enough thanks from him, for what she did to help him, despite being caught up in the situation he'd found himself in with the tentacle monster. But now that he has returned the favour, at least they're on equal footing now. Even so, Reign can't deny that he did enjoy bringing Kiritsubo pleasure, meeting her demands and watching her fall apart in his arms. ]

Indeed we did. We managed to thwart the creature away, satisfy its hunger, at least. [ He reaches a hand forward to wipe some of the residue of his evidence from Kiritsubo's face, though some dried ones would require proper cleaning. It's a reminder that brings a slight flush to his cheeks, as Reign recalls the way Kiritsubo had sucked him off. ]

Yes...? [ Reign waits for Kiritsubo to continue on with her words, his own gaze drawn back to where he'd noticed the spade mark. The number "3" is what he noticed now, having missed it earlier. Is it part of her tattoo, or does that also signify her rank? Will the House change it if Kiritsubo rises or lowers in rank? What if this indicates a permanent fixture for her rank?

But then Reign notices where her eyes has fallen to, and the whispered words has his face turning a deeper shade of red. It's not helped when Kiritsubo grasp her breast, the glint of the silver nipple piercing catching his eyes and causing him to swallow heavily. ] T-then... Where do you want to go?

[ The diamond mark around his own neck tingles, and Reign has the sudden urge to get closer to Kiritsubo, to press his chest against her ample bosom. Hardness against softness. His breath catches, and when he next blinks, finds himself hovering over Kiritsubo, his hands placed on each side of her body, nearly pining her back against the stairs. ] What... would you like to do? [ His voice comes out a tad hoarse, his breathing heavier, his mouth suddenly dry. How is it that he still wants more, after all that they had done earlier? ]

[tattooism]

[Though with any other woman a man might be inclined to think of such things as an act, as a put upon attitude designed purely for temptation… It’s so natural seeming, how Kiritsubo simply moves in ways that happen to enchant. When Reign reaches to tenderly wipe a bit of semen from her skin she subconsciously tilts her face into the rub of his fingertip, as if he might keep going and stroke fingers through her hair if she presented a pleasing enough angle. Her thighs, messily akimbo and still quivering with pleasure (or new desire), seem to fall open in the lewdest and most innocent invitation, and when his gaze follows the movement of her hand to her breast… She squeezes, in just the perfect way to displace the silver piercing into a pop upwards, the heart-shaped charm dangling from the ring in an arc behind.

If it was an act, it was a damn good one. And if it was natural…]

We could go to your suite… and clean ourselves up… a bath is probably in order…

[The way she says it, low and rumbling, makes it clear enough that bath would have to be run several times before any actual cleaning got done. He is pressing closer, hovering over, and she slowly arches up into the bow of his own body, just enough that a deep inhale makes the tip of her taut nipples brush against his chest.]

Or we could accept… that there must have been some sort of aphrodisiac in that monster’s secretions… and burn it out together…

[When had her hand moved? One of them had found his where he braces on the stairs, and her delicate fingers dance over his knuckles, flirt with lacing into his own.]

You’re already suffering again, aren’t you… ?

[If she just levered up her hips, she might be able to grind against his erection, the hard line of the cock whose flavor was still on her tongue.]

And I’m still aching, too…

[So naturally…]

[eaudevamp]

[ Whether it was an act or something Kiritsubo is naturally good at, doesn't matter too much. All of this may very well be her own innocent charm, so to speak, yet enticing nonetheless, that draws Reign toward her. But he could tell that she's also teasing him, moving and speaking in a manner that has him entranced, unable to look anywhere else except on her lovely features. ]

Y-yes... Or...? [ It's obvious that Kiritsubo has something else in mind, not that Reign is going to complain otherwise. Whatever she wants, he'll give it to her. The only few times he has been this turned on and needy is if he's under some sort of effects, or if his suit is activated, though he has no way of knowing if the latter is saturated in deep red or not. Again, not that it matters much in the grand scheme of things, even if they're both likely affected by the monster's secretion from earlier. ]

I am... Very m-much... [ His fingers move on its own, lacing together with Kiritsubo's, an intimate gesture if anything. A whimper makes its way past his lips even as he tries to hold himself back. Should he even do so? When Kiritsubo is so very willing?

Reign's panting grew heavier, harsher, breath warm against her lips. So close, so very close. Without another word, he begins to move, one hand shifting to wrap around Kiritsubo's waist as he flips their position around. Now he has her perched atop his thighs, his erection pressing against her wet cunt and soaking through the cloth of his trousers. ] Th-this should be easier for you. Hah... Please, Kiri. I'm yours to have. [ He moves their clasped hands to where the fasteners are, urging her to help free his cock she so wants to have.

Somewhere, elsewhere, there is the faint sound of wet slithering. Reign, however, is much too preoccupied with Kiritsubo to take notice of it. ]

[tattooism]

[She makes everything so easy. Every desire, she provides an excuse for, allowing them to exist free of need for shame or regret. Every movement, she facilitates, shifting so easily with him that it makes it difficult to even tell if he came up with the idea to flip their positions around or if she had urged them to do it. What mattered was that she ended up gorgeous and naked and straddling his thighs, the swell of his cock pressed needy and wanting between her own. It’s obscene, how her arousal leaves a damp smear on the fabric of his trousers, and because it’s obscene she grinds against him a little further, releasing a breathy whimper that shakes with effort as she jerks her hips into his in such a helpless way that for a moment it might cause concern that she wasn’t listening, that she was just so taken with the friction he offered that before she’d free him from the confines of the garment that she’d use the protrusion of the fasteners and the slightly thick line of the seams to rub and catch against her overstimulated clit until she came again.

But it only lasts long enough for her to present that debauched picture and any emotions it might summon before her clever fingers do find the metal bits he guides her to, adroitly doing away with them and reaching in to eagerly (but carefully) draw him free.]

Then I’ll have you…

[The silver ring and attached charm glint in the low back hall light as she adjusts her brace above him, raises her hips just enough that the head of his cock slicks along the line of her sex in need of just a hint of pressure, so ready to part flesh and seek warmer, deeper refuge.]

That thing took most of your seed for itself…

[Kiritsubo does hear the sound behind them, one she knew well from recent experience to associate with only one, many-tentacled creature, and yet… She just doesn’t care at all to stop what she’s doing or alert her partner. What she does instead… is whisper,]

But now I want it…

[As she takes in his cock with a long, drawn-out moan that echoes down the corridor, swallowing his length in one smooth, languid motion until their hips collide.

And then part, as she starts to ride him on the stairwell.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Kiritsubo does make it easy, going along with Reign's little whims, even though it had been him who decided to help her, to indulge her desires. It wouldn't be strange at all if she had been the one to lead him on, move the pieces and have him dance upon the palm of her hand. And Reign wouldn't mind it at all in the least, as if following her on a leash. But her grinding against his erection does draw a frustrated sound out of Reign, even as he rocks back up, giving Kiritsubo the friction she seeks. He is, without a doubt, desperate to thrust his hard length into her tight and wet heat, but he'll wait. He'll be as patient as he can, even when she uses him to chase after her own pleasure.

So when at last her fingers begin to work on unclasp the fasteners, Reign thought he would cry in relief as his erection finally springs forth from its confines, glistening with pre and standing tall, as if searching for Kiritsubo's core. ] Yes, yes, please! Mmnh! [ He stays as still as possible, his body tense, one hand tightly gripping the baluster, the other at Kiritsubo's hip to support her descent.

Reign watches the way the tip of his cock brush against her moist lip, the juice dripping to mix with his pre. It's a heady scent, tempting him to snap his hips and busy himself deep within her. He very nearly give into it, but the tone of Kiritsubo's voice grabs his attention, has him looking up at her, and he nearly stops breathing.

There's something about Kiritsubo that sends a tingle through Reign. The intensity in her gaze, the emphasis of her tone when she says "I". He almost couldn't sense the innocence in her, as if finally seeing Kiritsubo's true nature. ] Take it. [ He whispers back just as quietly. ] Take all of me.

[ The words barely left his lips as he's at last engulfed by Kiritsubo's, torturously slow, yet smoothly swallowing him up in one movement. Reign throws his head back and lets out a low moan of his own, the sound soon morphing into soft cries and groans as she begins to ride him in earnest. It's as if he's being tightly squeezed by Kiritsubo's tight heat, yet wrapped in the most comforting warmth he could ever experience. As if his mind is melting from all the pleasures. ] F-fuck... You feel... so good.

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo does not have to answer his urging with words. Take it, he whispers... and she just does. All that he offers her, all of his cock, the wanting, confident way that she simply accepted his offering was as clear of an "I will" that there ever was. The innocent picture she had seemed to paint when she first appeared from the shadows of the back halls is almost entirely gone now, like she's let the tentacle beast, the introduction of pleasure, and the chance to share it with Reign (or have it for herself) strip it all away like unfurling petals now scattered upon the floor, turning a wide-eyed young lady in relatively modest clothing to one sweat-streaked and naked but for a pair of high black heels.

Heels that she plants on the stairs one step above and one step below where he sits. Trusting him to secure their place, to keep them from slipping unceremoniously down the bruising couple of rungs to the floor, she uses her hands to brace on his hip and his chest. Perhaps she just reached for him and found that position naturally... or perhaps she knew exactly how she would look, and what it could do to a man- the view of her full breasts and the nipple piercing jingling as she bounced in his lap, revealing only hints and flashes of how wet his dick has become in the tight clutch of her body before she swallows him again.]

That's it--

[This is what she wanted. As pleasurable as the beast had been, as eager as she had been to scratch the itch of her kind's hot blooded desires... Beasts did not have hearts or minds like this man did. They were not warm like him, did not have a "card" like him., and the connection, so delicious and all-consuming in a moment that made her almost believe she hadn't lived this same one five hundred times before...]

So sweet... My lewd prince...

[She whimpers excitedly as she arrests her eager ride just long enough to grind into his hips, moving her hips in a slick, hot circle as she leans in to kiss his cheek, his chin, his nose, everything but his mouth at first as she pants and moans, inadvertently (?) demanding he focus on her and not the growing sounds around them, the shadows that move along the wall in the shape of reaching, grasping tentacles.]

Kiss me... ♡

[Finally, finally, after using her lips to first suckle on the tip of his cock and then to suck upon his thumb, she offers them to him for the most innocent intimacy that should have come before anything else, and in her mouth... She still tastes like him.]

[eaudevamp]

[ There's something about the picture Kiritsubo paints of herself, her entire body bare, skin flushed and slick with sweat and other fluids. Nothing else but the pair of black heels, heels that caught Reign's attention as she positions herself on the steps, effectively spreading herself wider. His cock inevitably twitches at the very sight itself, throbbing with the need for Kiritsubo to take him deeper, faster, harder.

Reign lets out a whimper as she speaks, her voice like a temptress, honey sweet and drenched all over him, sticking to his skin. Each rise and fall of her body continues to draw more sounds out of him, keening and desperate as his hips move along to meet her. The flash of silver grabs his attention, a tantalising treat dangling before him, and of course Reign takes it. Captures it in his mouth, tongue rolling to toy with the piercing as he moans. ]

Hah... I'm no... prince. [ He huffs out a laugh as he lifts his head up to look at Kiritsubo, though she isn't too far off, if one considers an heir (disinherited he may be) to a Blood Lord as equal to royalty. On the other hand, lewd is right on the dot, and as she bestows kisses on him, Reign can't help angle his head slightly, silently begging for her lips on his. Is it any wonder that he only has his attention solely on Kiritsubo, and nothing else?

So when Kiritsubo finally, at last, offers it to him, there's almost a sob of relief from Reign as he surges forth. He push his tongue into her willing, open mouth, tasting her, tasting himself as well. It has him groaning, the hand on the baluster moving to settle on the small of her back, as if he could pull her even closer to him. ] Kiri... Kiri! Mmn, hah... [ Reign continues to kiss her, swallowing the voices she lets out, uncaring of the mess they make, nor of the impending reappearance of the tentacle monster. ]

[tattooism]

[Was there even an aphrodisiac in the tentacled beast's secretions... or was it simply enough to say or believe there was, to give the sparking, raging inferno of their desires a convenient name and an easy blame? Kiritsubo doesn't need it- an excuse. But it makes a fun story. If she were to turn her thoughts to the「Truth」of the matter, she is sure she will find that the monster did have some sort of stimulant it used to better ensnare and make docile its prey...

But the rest of it is her. Is them. It's how her moan pitches up an octave when Reign's tongue tugs on her piercing and the tip flicks over her taut nipple. It's the debauched sound they make, grinding down and bucking up, the slick of their coupling staining her thighs and even more of his undone pants. It's how breathless he sounds when he laughs but then pleads with her to do it, to kiss him-

And she does, offering the flavor of his own seed back to him, demanding more of the taste of him in turn with how she sucks briefly on his tongue, releasing him with a soft pop so that she can clarify,]

You're mine~

[Not to have, not to hold, and not for long, not in general, but "her"... prince. It did not matter whether he truly was one, what his actual status was... to her, right now, that is what he is, and that is what she calls him. Her lips lock with his, temporarily muffling the sounds of her whines and moans, swallowing down his own, loving the sound of her name from his throat in the brief moments where they part for hasty breaths and half-noises until-]

Ah... I think our friend wants to join again...

[The grate pops open near them with a loud clang as tentacles pour out. There is no denying or ignoring the issue now.]

But I don’t want to stop… So this time-

[The damp tendrils wrap around ankles, coil around banisters, slink up over legs, anchoring them in more secure brace upon the stairs… and locking them together with a thick tentacle that wrapped itself around both of their thighs as one. Beneath Reign’s hand at the small of her back… Kiritsubo is still moving, still riding-]

This time it’s going to have to be the one to play second fiddle…

[Did… Did she actually have the power to prevent that thing from doing whatever it wanted? She talks like she does, her gaze hazy with the smoke of desire, her fingernails scraping over her lovers skin as slimmer, far differently shaped tendrils than those that had bestowed pleasure before begin questing for somewhere deep and warm, seeking out the pheromones where the beast had marked them previously. The slightly bulbous head finds the pucker of Reign’s ass, slowly, slowly easing in…

As another presses in to Kiritsubo beside Reign’s cock, sending her head tipping back for a gasp that turned all too quickly into a full, throaty moan.]