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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

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!

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ A deeper noise rumbles from the back of his throat, not quite a growl, when he feels the graze of fingers through his hair, nails scritching feather-light over his scalp. It's the sort of stimulation he'd normally chase, wanting a little more. But right now, for as nice as it is, it's not enough. All it does is stoke his appetite more, and Fuuta gives a brief huff of a hot breath before dragging his tongue up once more. ]

'ot e'vyo'e --

[ His first attempt at speaking comes out as garbled noises mumbled against the slick of her folds before Fuuta raises his head, making a point to lick his lips. ]

-- not everyone'd treat you so good, you know. [ The tip of his tongue brushes over the point of a jagged fang as he gives a faint smirk. ] You should consider yourself lucky you ran into me, not into one of the other idiot brutes out there.

[ Then he ducks his head back down, exploring a little more aggressively now. The heightened heat of his body in this state carries through to his tongue; the touch is wet and hot as Fuuta lets it drag downwards, then up, carding between Kiritsubo's lips, seeking any spot that might earn a more noticeable reaction from her. His hands itch to feel inside her, to be honest, and he does almost give into that temptation for a moment; his claws prickle against her thighs when he leans forward to press his tongue in, gripping with just enough pressure to leave faint pink needlepoint marks against pale skin.

But in the end, his cautious nature wins out, not so impatient as to risk hurting her with those new talons of his. Fuuta instead cants his head up, tongue swiping a little circle upwards as he seeks out the shape of her clit -- lips pressing against it with a quick pull of suction. ]

[A low, pleased chuckle reverberates through Kiritsubo's chest as her companion fumbles his words in her pussy but then recovers to glance up at her with that cocky little lick, showing off the first hints of her slick on his lips and those lovely sharp teeth. My, didn't he look cute? And my... Wouldn't he look even cuter with more of her on his face?]

Oh... I do feel lucky, I do...

[So he'd benefit from a little complimenting, would he? Thought himself better than so many of her other options, did he? For the time being, Kiritsubo is more than willing to stroke that ego, no matter how potentially, monstrously, temporary it might be... if he would just stroke her. As her fingers find a loose purchase in his hair, just enough to rest heavy, to tug on his scalp rather than forcibly drag, she sighs out sultry snatches of phrase, pausing between to whine and whimper hints as to just what he is doing that delights her best.]

Someone attentive... who knows what he wants... whose tongue is so hot... ?

[As policy, Kiritsubo does not lie... though she would weave three laps around the truth, and exaggerate when there was room and motivation to. But she shudders, inner muscles flexing and toes curling in the silky sheets as his tongue burrows inside of her, because she has no need to do so about that last one. It's quite novel, something she doesn't normally get to experience outside of bedding hellhounds or ifrit, and-]

Mmmmm, give me your name, sweetness...

[Her teeth nip into her bottom lip as she rolls her hip up towards his mouth, asking for more with the casual confidence of a woman who believes just tasting her was reward enough. But, just to be charitable, just because that little tug of his lips was so well-done...]

So I can thank you properly ♡

[ In truth, he doesn't really know what he's doing. Even setting aside his meager level of experience when it comes to these sorts of encounters with women, the rest of his knowledge gleaned through guiltily-consumed porn, his thoughts are just running too quick and hot for him to be acting in any rational fashion. And the meager threads of restraint holding together his self-control just about snap when he hears that low croon of Kiritsubo's voice; each word drips into his ear as sweet as honey, and clings to his nerves with the same sticky persistence.

Fuuta's keeps his mouth moving diligently, but his tail unwinds from Kiritsubo's leg -- just so it can wag behind him with such enthusiastic force that its tip whaps against the floor, then the wall, then back again. He's an easy book to read at the best of times; now, when he's nigh drunk on pleasure and anticipation, his thirst for more praise radiates off him in almost tangible fashion.

There's a delay before he answers her question, just because Fuuta wants one more sweet compliment, one more delicious drop of praise. The little tug at his hair is repaid with a thrust of the tongue into the soft, wet heat inside of her, a drag upwards, and the faintest graze of fangs against her clit accompanying the hot pull of suction, before Fuuta straightens up with a breathless gasp. A thread of fluids beads off his lower lip as he rasps, ]

Kajiyama. Kajiyama Fuuta.

[ He'd normally demand her name back. A fair trade, he'd call it. And basic manners. The most standard give-and-take. But right now, he's in no state of mind to care about that.

Fuuta instead lunges up to once more slot his arms against her body, one knee shoving up against her thigh to rest against the mattress as he eases his weight up onto the bed. He's so worked up he's almost shaking, his tailtip hammering a steady drumbeat against the floor as his reflexively grinds his hips up against her groin; even clothed, the tent of his cock straining against his clothes is almost painfully obvious as he growls, ]

You know how you can thank me, right?

[He doesn’t need to know what he’s doing. Not really. Not when his companion is feeding off the raw, desperate heat of his desire and instinct more than she is skill or specific technique. His enthusiasm is intoxicating, the way he throws himself forward wrapped in newfound scraps of confidence and wit.

It’s cute.

Kiritsubo tips her head back for a throaty moan when her words inspire a deeper press of that ember-hot tongue, fingers tightening in his hair in obvious time with just how she takes her pleasure, urging him to taste more of the slick proof of her wants, the ever burning desire of a creature lusty by design and indulgent by nature. The tail, oh the tail, she almost laughs again but whines instead, canting up towards his hips with floor, wall, floor rhythm, more praise ready-

But she gets his name, and his eyes again. Meets them… and wants to kiss the slick off his lips. Patience… patience… her tongue slides over her own in mirrored desire before she smiles, soft and coy. (No matter her urge, the thought to… it would be more fun if she let him to “take” first.)]

Nice to meet you.

[Is it intentional, how she doesn’t give her own name back? Does she not care, is it something precious? Or is she simply caught off guard by his surge back over her, the way he slots himself between her legs and proceeds to grind almost helplessly against the source of her own heat? He can ask himself that later. For now… her palm lands on his chest, a gesture that might could be read as “stop”… if it didn’t immediately drag downwards, reversing with a twist of wrist to lead with fingertips until she gets to his waistband.]

Don’t worry. I know just how to thank you…

[The sultry sounds are somehow a whisper and somehow perfectly clear despite the other sounds competing for attention: mattress creaking, clothes rustling, breathing heavy. Fingers pluck at his trousers as if to say oh, dear, a stain when that stain is her own fluids darkening the fabric, but all too quickly… they expertly do away with any obstacle, an expert whether buckle, button, or zipper, and shamelessly winnow past to gently draw him out, biting into her bottom lip in anticipation. This—

She leans back onto the elbow still keeping her barely off her back, hooded eyes taking in the highstrung need of him before,]

It seems you’re lucky tonight, too… Fuuta.

[Fingertips with perfectly manicured red nails polish over the swelling bead of her clit… and then she shamelessly spreads herself in offer.]

[ For better or for worse, there are few obstacles in the way when it comes to disrobing for Fuuta -- just the elastic waistband of his cheap sweatpants. And even that, Fuuta is all too happy to help with getting rid of. The only delay comes when he has to extricate his tail from the hole he'd hastily cut into his pants; the spikes catches on loose threads on the way out, ripping when Fuuta impatiently yanks it out so he can kick the garment off -- his boxers along with it -- and toss it aside.

And when Fuuta straightens up from jerking off his clothes to lean back over her again, there's the rub of something hot and hard against her lips. Fuuta's cock.

One of two, actually. Right above Fuuta's cock sits another that looks pretty much exactly the same and quivers just as hard. ]

Yeah, I guess so.

[ Fuuta doesn't seem particularly interested in discussing it, though. Not right now, not when he's starting to spiral hard into the whirlpool of lust and want that Kiritsubo continues to beckon him towards. He's already so worked up that he can feel his pulse thudding against his ribcage, his cock so hard that it's starting to ache a little, and he reflexively licks his lips as he grinds up against her. The slick beading down his length mingles with the wet beaded between her lips as he inadvertently teases at her entrance, that hard shape sliding up between her folds, rubbing up against her clip as he rolls his hips.

At her sides, where he's planted his arms right against her body, his hands grip so hard at the bedsheets that his claws threaten to puncture through the fabric. The sound of straining fibers is accompanied by the scratching noise of Fuuta's tailtip swishing across the floor, back and forth in anticipation, as he draws his hips back until it's just the tip of his lower cock nestled against her folds. And holding in that position for just a moment, Fuuta rasps a shallow breath as he looks down upon Kiritsubo.

Fuck. He might have played at acting blasé, but he really does feel lucky as hell, getting enjoy what's coming up next. ]

No take-backs, alright?

[ Vaguely, he thinks he should probably wait for confirmation from her one last time, just in case. But there's no way he can hold out any longer.

Fuuta pushes in the next moment, a throaty growl escaping past parted lips as he eases himself into the warmth of her body, as deep as he can go. It means that other cock of his, sitting above the first, gets pressed firmly up against her clit, throbbing hot and hard against that sensitive spot as he just luxuriates in the sensation of her around him for a moment. Honestly, he needs a few seconds to calm down, or he's going to embarrass himself real fast. ]

[Honestly, Kiritsubo had been hoping for two. It’s all but clear to her from the moment he temporarily withdraws to wrestle with his boxers and sweats, because she’s familiar with the shape and how it presented pressed against fabric, barely contained. She’s fucked her share of dragons and snake(god)s over the centuries, and they often had delightful surprises for their partners, some of whom ended up not handle their blessings…

But Kiritsubo could.

Fuuta’s tail isn't the only one betraying its owner’s anticipation. The fluffy white of the tanuki’s own slowly curls and drags between her legs, the tip potentially tickling against her partner’s bared ass and the back of his thighs. It isn’t even just the frictious rub of his cocks over the sensitive swell of her clit or the slick hints of inner heat, it’s the sound of his claws digging anxiously, needily into the sheets and mattress beneath, the rasp of his breath-

This time when he tried to confirm her desire for this, for him, remembering all too well the stutter and furrow of brow, she doesn’t tease by asking playful questions she already knew the answer to, prompting him to come up with some reason a woman might reject him. Instead, her bestial dark eyes, deeper-seeming for their lack of more obvious separation between pupil and iris, simply looks back up at her partner looking down at her, and whispers (invites) clearly,]

No take-backs.

[And then his throaty growl is joined by a husky whine, lips parting for the sound to build as he presses deeper, deeper, a promise of the relief to the itch of libido that her kind constantly sought. She is silky and tight around him, somehow, he might even notice, almost perfect? As if once he could go no further that she couldn’t either, a slick, warm fit… that clenches in velvet encouragement as she finally releases the brace of an elbow to fall back onto the sheets, pale hair wild over the pillow and knees tucking higher, toes curling in the sheets as she squirms and shifts her hips, searching for the angle that will feel best when he recovers enough to thrust. With what she planned, there was no need to bully him yet, she didn’t want to make him spill too quickly with filthy words or too fast a move in to stimulation, but…

Even if he came right then she’d make use of him. Let him have fun on top first before she-]

Mmm, look at that…

[Her fingertips brush just barely over the head of his upper cock, tapping gently in the wet smear of precum as she throbs in wait, her smile indulgent and just a little wicked.]

Double the fun ♡

[ Fuck. This isn't even the first time he's having sex a woman, but the intensity of it's still somehow far beyond what he could have expected. Is it just because of the state his body's in right now? Is it because of the extra stimulation against that second cock, even just being pressed up against her body heat? Both? Either way, Fuuta's so tense that his arms are shaking a little where they're bracing against the mattress, visible eye squeezed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip as he wills himself to calm down.

Probably not too surprising that he gives a little jolt and a startled squeak when he feels that sudden flick of Kiritsubo's fingertip against his exposed cock. Even that extra bit of stimulation is almost enough to push him over the edge, his hips bucking in reflex to sink deeper into her, and Fuuta's gasping as he automatically grabs at that offending hand to pull it away and pin it to the mattress instead. The forceful move's in sharp contrast to the expression he's wearing -- straining, already a bit blown out with pleasure, sweat speckled against his brow -- and Fuuta looks guiltily at her pinned-down hand for a moment before gritting his teeth and doubling down on his grip. ]

Don't do that.

[ Yeah. It's fine. He's not doing anything wrong, he's not hurting her or anything. Kiritsubo might note that his claws aren't digging into her wrist, instead starting to puncture through the bedsheets below with the way he's arranged his grip, and even when his grip tightens with his next slow exhale, it's not hard enough to hurt properly.

Fuuta heaves a slow, hoarse exhale, chest sinking under the roomy folds of his hoodie, then inhales through gritted teeth. And even with that time to collect himself, it's still almost enough to push him over the edge when he rolls his hips -- pulling back a fraction before sinking back into that perfect, tight heat inside her. Fuck. It really does feel insanely good, and his next breath comes stuttering as he pulls back again, starting to establish a rhythm: slower and more controlled than might be expected from how antsy he'd seemed, but only because of the visible effort he's putting into it. ]

Nigh ... [ It's unsightly and embarrassing for a guy to make any noise during sex, probably, and so he's fighting to swallow his voice back. But even so, those stifled groans slip from the back of his throat as he next pushes into her. Behind him, his tail acts much more honestly; its length twirls around Kiritsubo's leg and squeezes tight, the smooth scales of its underside pressing snugly against her silky skin in insistent fashion. The mattress creaks beneath them when he pushes forward on his knees a bit, positioning himself more firmly over her body, and his gaze is hazy with lust when he looks down at her with a rasping exhale.

The only reason he's not leaning in for another kiss just yet is because just getting to see her body shift as he fucks into her is just as appealing. ]

[Well, wasn’t that cute. The squeak and the buck that makes her moan. The way his tail curls so flush and insistent to her leg as he asserts himself, the scales smooth and warm. If his senses weren’t blown out on the slick heat of her cunt… he’d be able to feel how her calf tightens in its wrap when her foot arched and her toes curled. Her own tail wasn’t nearly so prehensile, but…

The slow, lazy wag is interrupted by her own tells, the occasional quick little flick out of the appendage when sparks race down her spine and keep going, going, to the very last vertebrae. It’s where the snap of pleasure from his off guard buck went… but once the white fluff was under control…]

Don’t do this… don’t do that…

[Her tone is almost a song, low and rumbling with each syllable rolled carefully on the tongue before it passed her lips. Combined with a smirk or a sharp look it could easily be heard as mocking, but with a soft pout and lidded gaze… it sounds genuinely contemplative, like she truly needed to know,]

If I can’t touch you… what am I supposed to touch?

[In the seize of his grip, more palm applying pressure, the painful sharpness of claw tips a problem for the mattress instead, her wrist wriggles and adjusts, not seeking escape… but just enough of a change in angle to be able to curl her fingers and drag the tips of her own sharp nails over his skin. Her other hand seems to reach but then makes a show of not being sure if she was allowed to cup his cheek or stroke his hair, instead falling back to her own body, to the swell of a heavy breast she could squeeze… and the ring pierced through her nipple she could flick.]

Do I not get to talk, either… ? You don’t want to know how good it feels… ? Those twin cocks of yours-

[Though she was obviously (decidedly) more in control of herself than he was… when he finally begins to thrust, slow and straining and yet oh-so-on-the-edge, she still has to cut herself off for a whimper and a nip into her bottom lip, sharp teeth catching on soft pink. It doesn’t last, she lets out a shaky exhale, but in the process Kiritsubo flexes her hips to spread her thighs just a little bit more, open herself up to hotter, silkier, deeper… if he wanted to take it. For a moment she is too enthralled with him, the way his determined push forward “forces” her own knees up further, back arching, the colors of her tattoos rippling on moving flesh. His upper cock covers the bonji on her pubis, but the lotus above her womb, the wasp upon her breast…

It almost seems like the petals are on the verge of opening each time an eager clench ripples down the muscles of her torso. Like the wasp’s wings flutter with each anticipation-laced breath, quick and shaky. Yet despite how those might draw the gaze… She urges him back up to her face. To the sultry whisper of,]

Do I not get a kiss… ?

[Her black eyes「see」truth… but it is her lips that choose whether or not to speak it. Or act on it.]

Nnh, look, just --

[ He doesn't even know how he'd intended to cap off that demand, and it doesn't matter anyway; Fuuta's words peter off into a shuddering exhale when he feels Kiritsubo shifts beneath him. Even now, that dizzying pleasure still roils in his veins, threatening to push him over the edge at any moment, and it takes him another moment of focus -- eye squeezed shut, jagged teeth biting at his own lip hard enough to hurt a little as he counts back from twenty in multiples of three -- to pull himself back from that brink. His body's still pull taut with tension, his cock twitching sharply inside her when he opens his eye to look at her once more, but at least he manages to pull back properly for the next thrust. ]

S'not what I mean, okay. [ Case in point, Fuuta does stiffly unlatch his hand from around her wrist to fist into the bedsheets instead. See? He's not being a controlling asshole or anything. He's not that sort of trash. His grip is pale-knuckled, arm shaking a little as he pushes back into the heat of her body, and Fuuta puffs out a rasping breath before finding words again. ] Just. Needed a moment. You're so needy.

[ Oh. Saying that out loud is a little embarrassing, actually, like it's an admission that he'd almost let himself go? Fuuta's face somehow manages to flush even hotter, and a little growl of frustration rumbles from deep in his throat; it's expelled alongside a thin smattering of embers as he jerkily thrusts into her again. ]

You can do what you want, alright.

[ And to further prove that see, he's a perfectly accommodating partner, Fuuta leans in with his next thrusts to catch her lips in a kiss. The flush of salamander heat through his veins renders his lips and tongue hot, much hotter than a normal humans, and that kiss comes sweltering with each lash of his tongue against hers, jagged teeth catching against her lip in a hungry bite. Not enough to hurt, but enough to come across as demanding and hungry, accompanied by a sharp jolt of the hips. The bed creaks beneath them with Fuuta shifts his weight on his knees, leaning in closer to better hike Kiritsubo's weight against his hips; the change in position lets him reach a little deeper inside of her, and when Fuuta pulls away from the kiss, his next ragged exhale is accompanied by a short puff of flames.

Fuck. How long is he supposed to last? Does he just need to hold out until she comes first? Hopefully that won't take long. Already, his stomach's starting to ache a bit from the strain of holding back. ]

[20... 17... 14... 11.. 8... 5... 2...

As Fuuta counts, Kiritsubo waits, her cunt squeezing softly with each little inhale around his lower cock, her hips flexing against his upper. He wants her to see what he isn't, and oh, she「sees」plenty, dark eyes drinking in the way pleasure takes further control of his body. Racing up his veins, smoking out the corners of his mouth, shuddering in the tense hold of his limbs... and making her arch and stretch atop the rumpled sheets, toes and tail curling in tight. There is nothing to say, at first, she lets him speak, she listens...

And she moans when he slowly resumes (begins) his thrusts, finally absolving him of the intensity of her gaze by breaking it with the pale flutter of thick lashes and the nip of sharp canines into a plush lip. She can do what he want, and she knew that already, (she always knew that), but now she uses it to kiss him with all the fervent desire she had whined he was denying her the freedom to express. Her freed hand caresses the side of his face, nails scraping pleasantly into his hair and over his scalp, welcoming the heat of him without a single hint of hesitation. His internal furnace is being stoked, and another, perhaps, would fear being burned, and yet Kiritsubo...

The element to which she belonged was Varuna and the land she was born into was that of deep and bitter cold. Her tongue slips fearlessly against his, tangles with a throaty rumble of want, and when they part... a hint of steam goes with them.]

I can't be sorry for being needy...

[She can't, and she won't. Not when her body is humming with the actual beginnings of satisfaction. Each time he pulls out reveals how slick she's left his cock, her body so reluctant to release him, wet and tight and so easy to fuck if he'd just let go of hang-ups and expectations. Leaning in closer means she can wrap her arms around his neck, try to pull him closer still, her husky voice tinged with a whimper of pleasure as she finally answers, finally closes her eyes.]

But don't hold it against me for wanting you...

[The leg wrapped snugly in the smooth, scaled embrace of his tail she leaves as is, but the other... she exercises his newfound care for her freedom to move just enough to try and wrap around his hip, dig her heel into his lower back like a rounded spur. He was so on edge that she had no expectation for him to last, and no care at all for if he were to reach a peak before she did. It was probably even best, she thinks, to let him spill and take the edge off. She had ways to revive a lover when she needed more from them...

And once he came, she could do something far more exciting for the both of them with two. Something exciting enough that she lets out an eager, aching sound, the welcoming clutch of her body and the drag of her nails all but telling him to let go, to cum.]

[ It's frankly embarrassing how ready he is to blow his load already.

Like -- this is hardly his first rodeo? Sure, he hasn't been sexually active long, but the nature of this stupid place and its games means he's had enough rolls in the hay, he thinks, to be more acclimated to these things. -- maybe it's because of this dumb transformation. Yeah, that's gotta be it. The way his whole body seems to roil hotter than usual, a pervasive heat constantly bubbling up from the pit of his stomach to pour through his nerves all the way to the tips of his extremities, that's why he's already panting from the effort of holding back.

It's less that Fuuta starts feeling more comfortable with this arrangement, and more that his self-control starts unraveling after a certain point; there's no way he can keep holding back like he has so far when each thrust into her feels so good. Indeed, it's not long at all before his movements are starting to grow a little sloppy and desperate, conscious thoughts of wanting to look composed melting before the overwhelming pleasure. Most telling is the way that Fuuta dips his head back in -- not for another kiss, but to latch his mouth against the pale of Kiritsubo's skin, at that junction where throat meets shoulder, and bite.

It's not truly violent; even with his sharpened teeth, it's not a bite hard enough to break through skin, certainly not enough to cause any damage. But it's enough to prickle, especially with the way his breaths are huffed hot against that spit-slick skin. Starting to succumb to the pure rhythm of the motions, Fuuta nips at her shoulder with each hasty thrust; his tail, too, winds tighter around her leg, just enough to start to ache at the muscles there, and it serves as a warning for what's to come when the pressure eases off, then ratchets tighter.

To his minimum credit, Fuuta has just enough mental wherewithal to withdraw his mouth from around Kiritsubo's neck, instead lunging forward to bite hard at a mouthful of the bedsheets -- a burst of flames whispering from past clenched teeth as he thrusts as deep into her as he can go and climaxes. There's no real danger of a fire, that mouthful of fabric burning in his mouth before the embers are squelched by his own spit, but even so, the heat radiates. Both from that burnt spot and from inside, as Fuuta's cock twitches with each rope of release spilled inside her, intensely warm and viscous.

The tension in his body's slow to fade, shudders working through from his core to his limbs as the waves of orgasm work through him, and for a long moment, all he can do is lay atop Kiritsubo, luxuriating in the overwhelming sensation. ]

[The only one embarrassed by Kajiyama Fuuta's performance is Kajiyama Fuuta. But perhaps that is to be expected. One is usually one's own worst critic, after all. If Kiritsubo pitted her lovers against each other or compared their performances... well, after centuries, that not only became difficult it just became tedious. As far as she was concerned... they both had a heat to burn away, and what was the fun of burning alone? Their meeting might have been by chance, but their coupling was a choice made after. No matter how quickly he would or would not cum, she wants to feel warm flesh beneath the scrape of her fingernails and the wild pulse of another heart. She wants to lose herself in the friction and the fill-

And, two, well. That was just a bonus she couldn't abide the thought of wasting.

As Fuuta loses himself in the need to rut, he is given temporary reprieve from the tease of Kiritsubo's words, for her breath finds far better use in moans and whines, throwing her head back into the mussed sheets and baring her pale flesh all too obligingly to be marked by sharp teeth and hot tongue. Her fluffy ears flatten against her skull and her own tail quivers in animalistic betrayal of escalating pleasure, and when he suddenly bites into the sheets and thrusts deep she cries out in excitement, clutching his body tight to hers because ah... He was hot there, too, both inside of her where he nestled deep and smeared across her belly.

As he comes down from the high, perhaps he will grow aware again of Kiritsubo's lips and teeth, nibbling gently on the shell of his ear, or her fingers, tracing up his spine with her nails and running through his hair. It's not demanding, but it is present, and slowly, slowly... the leg she had wrapped around him falls back to the mattress, her hips beginning to shift beneath him, her slim body apparently hiding enough strength to begin carefully coaxing him to move.]

Mmm, roll over for me, cutie...

[She pulls herself free from the heavy embroidered kimono layers rather than fuss with trying to tug and untangle them, baring more of her tattooed flesh in the process. If he had recovered enough wits to notice... what might be mistaken for a bead of sweat is actually a drop of honey from the comb inked upon her breast, dripping down her skin along the line of her ribs... down the taut line of her side...]

I want to be on top this time ♡

[And surely he wouldn't deny such an obliging lady another round and a satisfaction of her own... ?]

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sob sorry for the delay, i was on a caribbean cruise... no im genuinely into this thread newlgfe

i can't believe you went on a cruise and didn't even bring me back a fancy umbrella drink ... 😔

how about pictures of cool iguanas