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]

[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.]

[eaudevamp]

[ Kisses. Reign likes kissing. Loves it, in fact. Would drown himself in it. Which is why he enjoys this intimate act with Kiritsubo, humming when she sucks on his tongue, whining when she breaks away. But even that sound is cut short at the possessive words directed at him.

"You're mine~"

His eyes darken, slit pupils dilating, breath stolen from him. Not many people have say something like that before to Reign; the possessiveness, the ownership, the claim over him. Even if not that, then being her prince, hers and no one else's, has Reign's cock throb in response. He moans out her name, muffled by her mouth covering his in another ardent kiss, as he continues to pump into her tight pussy. ]

Friend...? [ His confusion is quickly followed by the sudden loud clang of the crate dropping to the floor, and Reign is instantly filled with dread at the sights of those tentacles. Why has it return? Had they been too loud? What an awful timing to be caught by the monster. How are they going to escape?

But it's what Kiritsubo says that has Reign's eyes widening in trepidation, squirming as the tentacles make quick work of wrapping around their limbs, keeping them locked in that position. ] H-hold on... What did you— [ It wouldn't be far-fetched if Kiritsubo has powers unknown to Reign, that she's able to control the tentacle monster. Perhaps even have been doing so from the start, and had been bidding her time by preying on him. Was this her doing all along? ]

Aaah! This is— [ Nails scrape against his slick skin, and Reign finds himself arching into it, the slight pain making him feel all tingly. It does well to distract him from focusing on what the monster is doing to him, to them. The familiar intoxicating scent of the monster's secretion fills his nostrils again, and Reign could feel his mind gradually succumbing to the pleasure, his body relaxing and accepting whatever it is the tentacles are doing to him.

And so he cries out when something thick and long pushes into him, slowly stretching and filling his ass. He could sense something else slipping in beside his own cock into Kiritsubo's, making everything so tight. ] K-Kiri... [ His voice comes out strained, eyes a touch teary and glazed, a mix of emotions going through his mind. Confusion, lust, fear, curiosity. Definitely scared, but aroused nonetheless, as the tentacles began to thrust inside them respectively. ]

[tattooism]

[That’s the response any woman would want from a man they called their own, even if it was meant only in a way that would bind them for a single night. The unbidden moan, the helpless murmur of her name, the excited jerk of his cock into the tight sheathe her body offered… all of it was perfect, all of it felt good, and all of it was pleasing to her ears. It’s what Kiritsubo wanted…

And it’s what Kiritsubo was destined to never have from the man she actually loved. That wound is pasted over again and again and again until the cracks don’t show and the rot doesn’t stink, and she takes her comforts and satisfactions in other ways instead. And as much as she might have delighted, once, in a lover fearing for whether he would survive an encounter with her…]

Shhh, shhh, shh… My lewd prince…

[When the initial moan dies a soft, comforting shush replaces it as she pulls her gaze back to his face, a hand rising to find his cheek and cup, thumb brushing over his cheekbone as her lips part for little whines and gasps, oh so conscious of the delicious stretch caused by the tentacle squirming into her beside his dick, stroking him from within along the way.]

I’m not scared…

[So he wouldn’t worry for that. So he wouldn’t be either. Her arms wrap around his neck for a moment, the body-warm metal of her piercing playing over his nipple as her breasts press full and soft to his chest. Her kiss finds the corner of his eye to brush the hint of tears away, salty and fresh, before lips return to his to offer him that outlet… and the words whispered over his in a sultry tone.]

If you’re the one feeling good in the end… then they don’t win ♡

[There’s something「True」about that line. Something dark about her own past, and what she has had to decide to do with her life buried deep, deep beneath, but at its surface…

It’s a claim that though she isn’t responsible for this beast… she refuses to be cowed by it. She might refuse to be cowed by anyone. For now, though… a little cry crests on her tongue as the tentacles squeeze and the depositors work deeper into their bodies, beginning to swell slightly with eggs the creature is readying for deposit. Perhaps another would startle or stop or struggle…

But Kiritsubo is holding Reign close, eagerly devouring the offering of his cock and tentacle both, reveling in the lurid rhythm they all made together when it thrust into them and they thrust into each other. The sort that made her spread her thighs for more and whimper into his mouth, egging him on with a needy roll of her hips, a slick squeeze of her cunt, and a,]

Fuck, you’re so deep… I love it…

[You are.]

cw : oviposition

[eaudevamp]

[ Fear. Fear is at the forefront of Reign's mind. To be caught like this, entrapped by the tentacle monster, falling into its demands to breed. But fear is also an aphrodisiac that Reign is very familiar with. It's what sets his heart pounding, his cock to harden even more, his body to move and meet Kiritsubo's in a lewd dance. To feel this kind of immense pleasure is frightening to him, but also irrevocably addictive, even if the flight or fuck conflict wars within him.

Soft desperate sounds fall past his lips, and yet Kiritsubo easily comforts him with her touch, her words, her kisses. He leans into her hand, mouth opening to graze his sharp fangs against the meat of her palm, to then soothe it with a lick of his tongue and press of his lips. If Kiritsubo isn't scared, then neither will he. Instead, he focuses of her, just as she wants, moaning deeply as he gratefully accepts her kisses, tongue delving in to taste and memorise her. ]

D-doesn't matter... I want you to... feel good too. [ He says between heavy pants and groans, his free hand sliding down Kiritsubo's back, lower still until he can slip it between her legs, fingers catching the slide of his cock and the tentacles moving inside her. It's obscene, the sounds they make. A shudder runs through him as Kiritsubo's nipple piercings rub against his own nipples, hard and standing like his erection, the friction sending waves of pleasure along his nerves.

At the back of his mind, Reign could feel the way the tentacle inside him begin to swell, stretching him further almost to the point of pain. He has experienced something similar before, when Sylvain's cock formed a knot inside him. But this one is different, and yet he can't seem to tear his attention away from Kiritsubo to wonder what is happening to them. He moans lowly as she squeezes him tight, the roll of her hips causing him whimper as well, the sounds they make an erotic vocal symphony. ]

Want me deep— [ His question is cut off as the tentacle takes that moment to thrust further into him, and Reign cries out at the sudden fullness of it all. Then he feels it, the depositor working inside him, one egg after the other, until his belly begins to bulge slightly. Of course, the tentacle monster isn't selfish, lavishing the same treatment on Kiritsubo as well, making certain that her womb will carry its eggs also.

Somehow, Reign manages to gather his wits, even as each movement has the the eggs pressed against his prostate, pushing him closer to the edge of orgasm. He hides his face in the crook on Kiritsubo's neck, trembling from all the overwhelming sensations. ] I feel... I feel s-strange... Kiri, there's something... inside me. [ Inside her too, he belatedly realises. It's not unlike the anal beads he has seen at Love Dove before, but Reign never thought he would experience it in this manner. ]

[tattooism]

[So they’re in agreement. They both want her to feel good. (And he can come, too ♡)

Kiritsubo’s attentions are consuming and electric, the natural byproduct of centuries of experience in lovemaking and of fucking, two connected but yet entirely different arts. It is the former that makes her kisses so passionate, pressing affection and comfort in between the moments they part for their little pants and whines, moans smeared between tongues and whimpers nipping into lips. It is the latter that makes her thighs spread in a quivering offer when she feels his hand trace down her back and the crack of her ass to get between her legs, brushing the sopping confluence of cunt and cock and tentacle.

Did she want him deeper? Of course she did. But their guest had designs there first… for the both of them. It is not painful, for Kiritsubo, because though she has hardly advertised it… Kiritsubo can change her own shape. And though many people imagined that as a flashy, all or nothing sort of talent… she could just as easily shift her insides without disturbing the face or outer shell of whatever form she chose that day. She adjusts so that the press of Reign’s cock and the tentacle do not rip or tear, simply fill, just on the edge of too much but not crossing, leaving her delightfully stuffed and ready to cry out when the beast’s tendril curls around Reign’s erection within her, using the man’s penetration to go further itself, deeper, deeper, until it could wriggle the bulb tip up against the entrance to her womb and-]

Reign-

[She calls out her more sentient partner’s name as it happens, as she feels the moving swell of transferring eggs and morphs her body temporarily into one that would not hurt to have such a secret place forcefully invaded, choking on her own breath before she can get the cry out as egg after egg is moved into place, swelling her taut belly with their presence. Her head falls back forward, cheek resting on the top of Reign’s head where he tucks against her neck, her wild panting disturbing his hair as she refocuses, groping for his hand and dragging it up over the swell of her “pregnant” belly as if he’d done it, as if it was the result of their coupling.]

Hah… Me, too…

[Job done, the ovipositors slowly begin to withdraw, but even that gently jostles the eggs within them, causing a swell of discomfort and pleasure mixed.]

But don’t worry… Just feel it…

[Even if it’s strange, even if it’s foreign, even if it’s terrifying… It could also be good.]

Just feel me…

[Her movement resumes from how it had been arrested momentarily by the deposit, easing back into her eager bounce in his lap only slightly gentler, a bit more careful, all too aware of the way it would rearrange the eggs in her belly and his rectum, stimulating his prostate, heavy inside of her-]

Just cum with me…

[Her free hand urges him to lift his head so she could look at his face, so he could see the flush on hers, so that she could kiss him again, moaning insistently,]

Cum in me…

[eaudevamp]

[ When Reign had felt the increased tightness within Kiritsubo, he'd slowed his thrusts, being careful not to jostle the eggs inside too much, less he hurt her. How the monster managed to wrap its tentacles around his cock within her, Reign hadn't a clue. But it's nonetheless an experience that leaves him baffled, yet utterly turned on. It's as if he's being double wrapped and stroked, though most of these thoughts are fleeting, his mind instead filled with pleasurable sensations amongst the anxiety welling in him.

He hears Kiritsubo calls his name just as she takes his hand, placing it over her distended belly. For a moment, Reign is in awe at the sight and feel of it, though he's more disturbed by his own swelled one. Two "pregnant" beings, ready to breed and carry the monster's offsprings. It's a terrifying feeling, an experience he's sure neither of them will forget anytime soon as the ovipositors finally withdraw, and the monster retreats back to whence it came from. ]

Kiri... [ Again, her name is on the tip of his tongue, murmured breathlessly as he gently rubs her belly, his palm cool as it usually is. Low moans escape Reign's lips as Kiritsubo begins to move again, and he rocks up as well into her, mimicking her careful movements, yet desperate as well to come.

Each bounce causes the eggs within to shift and rub against his insides, pressing against all the tender spots that has Reign keening. He glances up at Kiritsubo's urging, easily slotting their lips together in another kiss as he bucks faster into her. Reign groans in return at Kiritsubo's command, hands moving to her derriere as he holds her in place, finally coming undone, his cock throbbing and filling up her insides with his seed.

The orgasm is intense, prolonged further by the eggs pushing against his prostate, to the point of near pain. He throws his head back and moans, his body jerking from the tremors. But even in that haze of pleasure, Reign reaches a hand between their bodies, sliding down until his finger finds her clit and rubs it. ] Let me... feel you. Take all of me.

[tattooism]

[What a soft touch, the cool caress of his palm over the skin of her belly made sensitive by the stretch and the shifting presence of eggs beneath. As the last lewd pop of suckers fades away behind them Kiritsubo whines a quiet pleasure into the scant space between their lips before she dives back in for kiss after kiss, as demanding and near devouring as their “friend” had been when it came to her desires. To her dedication. Freed from being laced to his body by the tentacles that bound them for the deposits of eggs, she refinds her brace, throwing her arms around her lewd prince’s neck and letting her nails curl and scrape along the shape of vertebrae. Together they find a final, desperate rhythm, the buck and bounce pressing the swell of their bellies together, jostling the eggs against places that feel so sick, but so good.]

Yes-

[The encouragement hisses out as she feels him grab her ass and hold her to his hips, so close and so ready for the gift of his seed. Her thighs jerk a centimeter wider, as wide as they could go as she instinctively tries to take him just a little bit deeper, clenching wildly on his cock as if intent on milking every ounce of seed he could provide.

She isn’t worried about truly falling pregnant by Reign or their tentacled friend. After all… she technically already was.

The final push that sends him over the edge sees her gladly and willingly “trapped” atop him, unable to thrust herself up and down his cock when his fingers were digging so desperately into her rump. But she doesn’t need to move much anymore. He was spilling inside of her, filling her even further, and the feel of it was delicious. Her hands grope for purchase in his hair as Reign throws his head back, mussing it further, panting heavy as she watched him cum.]

Give it t-

[Kiritsubo’s words become a mewling sound as his fingertips slip between their bodies to pull her over the edge after him. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as she rolls her hips in to the polishing rub of his fingertips, riding the high and the heat of his spill, chasing the electric pulse of friction on her swollen clit. A few whispers fall in a rush from her mouth, “so full”, “so good”, “so hot”, “right there, right there, Reign”, and he’ll have just long enough to revel in the way she feels, tight and wet and heavy with the eggs he had doused with his cum, straining and quivering at the peak-

Before one last bit of pressure throws her over.

Maybe he’ll wonder later how it was that Kiritsubo could somehow feel like such a perfect sheathe for all of him- all of his cock, all of his seed, when she’d somehow also taken him alongside the beast, somehow accommodated the way the tentacle curled around his shaft and still happily took them both… But it’s surely hard to do in the moment, when all that exists is the final flood of pleasure and a naked woman is crying out in wanton mutual pleasure on his lap.

When she’s taking all (s)he asked and wanted.]