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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
TDM 06
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】
HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ 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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[ 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. ]
sob sorry for the delay, i was on a caribbean cruise... no im genuinely into this thread newlgfe
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.]
i can't believe you went on a cruise and didn't even bring me back a fancy umbrella drink ... 😔
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. ]
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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... ?]