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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
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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And she had various costume parties and banquets to attend, both hosted by the resort and private persons who cared not to stop their revelry. For an extra sprinkle of irony, she dressed as herself, swathed in layer upon layer of rich silkkimono embroidered with dancing skeletons, flames licking at the feet of sinners, ravaging ogres covered in blood, and all manner of hellish creatures and tortures. Only certain people from her own world would understand the reference, she is sure... But it was entertaining enough as a litmus test. Just to be more "costume-y", she leaves her ears and tail out, lets the robes drape open at the chest to give far more hint of cleavage than an actual courtesan would ever have allowed. Much easier for some people to accept.
Those ears, slightly round and as pale as her snow white hair, twitch at the sound of an approach. That is to say... they twitch far before her companion ever opens his mouth to speak. And when he does... She is already ready with a smile, her dark, dark eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement.]
Are you offering to escort me, sir... ?
[She hides half her face in the voluminous sleeve draped over her wrist, the embroidery on the black robe placing a clatter of skull and bones across her cheek.]
I was heading back to my quarters, but if you think there's some sort of threat out there lurking...
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But the circumstances aren't normal now, are they.
Yes, she's hot, Fuuta notes, but his (currently reinforced) reptile brain also notes -- she doesn't seem to be anyone dangerous. Whether those ears and tail are normal features for her like with Broca and Texas, or whether they've been bestowed upon her by the resort, they look more cute than they do dangerous. So. ]
I could escort you, if you want.
[ Fuuta doesn't hesitate in sidling closer, just close enough that the idle swish of his reptilian tail nudges against the hems of her clothes. Not close enough to directly touch her though, because for as much as his transformation's granted him a dose of brash courage, that still has its limits. He instead lingers at her periphery for now, hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie as he looks Kiritsubo over. ]
But we're kind of far from the suites right now, you know. It'd be a pretty long walk back, and there's all sorts of weird stuff happening at this time of night. -- you sure you wouldn't rather kill some time until morning? [ There's a peek of sharp teeth when he circles around her back, poking back around at her other side. ] I can keep you company for a while, you know. Scare off any weirdos who might try to bother you.
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Her eyes, even darker, follow as he circles her. Like he was a predator, and she was his prey. ... That was cute.]
I suppose the suites are a bit far... But where would we go instead?
[Right here in the hall? My, how bold. She doesn't move to track him with anything but her eyes, allowing him the freedom to inspect and skulk as he pleased, in and out of her field of vision as her abandoned hand finds a resting place, light and airy like a butterfly on a petal, atop the knot of the silk obi belt tied lewdly at the front of her robes rather than the back. (Easy access.)]
I'd love the company...
[She is looking right at him when she says it, her fingertips slowly sliding along the pale clouds stitched into her obi, the only stretch of heaven on the clothing swathing her in hell.]
But isn't it a little... exposed, out here? If there's danger...
[My, how sharp his teeth were...]
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'I'd love the company,' she says, and his visible eye lights up because -- he sure can provide it, then. ]
Stay close to me then.
[ Though -- his face does flush at the insinuation that she'd even considered doing anything out here. Just, in the halls??? The transformation might have granted him a significant boost to his boldness, but its effects don't go that deep, and Fuuta is still a skittish coward beneath it all. He ends up doing another half-circle around her in a reflexive attempt to hide the newly flustered note to his voice. ]
-- I mean, we're going someplace else, of course? [ Obviously??? ] Not that you'd be in any danger here, as long as I'm here! That's not the problem. But -- if anyone else wants a show, they should earn it, yeah?
[ That last word, he punctuates by grabbing her wrist. Gentle, though, careful that his talons don't scratch her pretty skin, even when he gives her a tug. ]
Here, this way. [ He can't help being a little impatient now that he knows what awaits him, that eagerness manifesting in the steady swish of his tail as he starts leading the way down the dark halls. ] Keep up with me.
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But he finds the gumption to grab her wrist, despite, even being mindful of his claws. How considerate.]
Oh-
[Playfully, she feigns a bit of surprise at the tug, but her ears are forward at attention and she is all too quick to fall into step beside him, the geta sandals on her feet a soft clack that echoes down the hall. He took her by the wrist... but her other hand, half full with gathered robes to keep herself from stepping on her own garments, moves to snag a few fingers over his own in a parody of holding on to him with both hands, entrusting her "safety" to him entirely.
After all, it was dangerous out alone.]
Don't worry... I'll keep up.
[His tail isn't the only one swishing behind them as they go.]
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It'd be a waste to have a romp interrupted, especially when it's with someone as hot as her. Especially when she seems to be just as excited for it.
Fuuta doesn't look back, too focused on scoping the hallways ahead for a private spot they can duck into, but his tail does give an extremely silly-looking wiggle when he feels Kiritsubo's other hand also clasp around his own. And here, he'd already felt giddy with anticipation; he's not sure how much more excited he can get.
It's one of those Mating Season halls that he ends up spotting once they turn the corner, and Fuuta doesn't waste a second in tugging Kiritsubo towards it, walking just a little quicker. One of the few stray employees still loitering about starts to give the standard marketing spiel, but Fuuta doesn't even spare them a second glance; he just shoves past them to tug Kiritsubo into the closest privacy pod and pressing the button to have the door sliding shut behind them. Inside awaits a nice, spacious bed, flanked on either side by shelves lined with the standard Golden Peacock nonsense -- lube, condoms, toys and such. Perfect. ]
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She has no words either for the staff member at the desk, though behind her new friend's shoulder she does give a little smile that seems to communicate... They may be here for a while. Do excuse them. Thanks for the service. But once the privacy pod closes shut, and they are alone...]
Oh... I always wondered what these were...
[She is still relatively new to the casino as a permanent guest, and though she has done some exploring, there was still plenty more to see. An interesting place, the Golden Peacock. She leans against the wall for a moment and finally releases Fuuta's hand in order to slide her palm along the closed door, dark eyes searching for... Ah. There it is.
Her fingers press the button under the one he had hit. The one labeled LOCK.]
Do you think we'll be safe in here now... ?
[She let her colorfully inked breast heave just slightly with exertion, a perfectly just-slightly disheveled picture as she toes off her sandals, the few inches of height advantage leaving her so that she can pad barefoot to the bed, collapsing onto the edge in a flutter of long sleeves and voluminous robes. "Accidentally", the layers begin to slip down one shapely pale shoulder. And her gaze... it's focused on the lizard in the room, not any of the amenities, when she says,]
It looks like we'll be comfortable, at least...
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[ So he says, but it's obvious that all worries of their physical safety have long since been pushed to the back of his mind -- Fuuta's focus is instead on Kiritsubo herself.
Especially now that the pod's door's been shut, he's so much more conscious of her presence -- the faint warmth radiating from her bared skin, that fragrance she carries in her clothes and hair, and the rustle of fabric as her clothes begin to slip. Kiritsubo daintily steps forward to settle on the bed, and Fuuta is after her in an instant, his movements lent a jittery, serpentine speed as he hungrily pursues her.
The mattress creaks as he crawls atop the sheets, his knees digging in as he scoots to beside her. That alone is a bold move for him, in all honesty -- he's never been the type able to just dive into these things, far too conscious of the right and wrong moves to make, and too often paralyzed in indecision. But now, driven by a skittish lust and with his instincts running hot, leaning in to nuzzle against her bared throat feels like the most natural thing in the world. ]
Nnh, you smell real nice ... [ His breath fogs hot against his throat as he sighs, daring to graze his teeth over her silky skin for a moment. He doesn't kiss just yet, doesn't bite, but only because he's distracted shifting behind her, his tail dragging across her lap and pulling taut against her midriff as he continues nuzzling along the nape of her neck. There's definitely something oddly animalistic in the way he circles around her once, like a predator circling its prospective prey, and he doesn't settle down until he's back before her, only then daring reach forward. He wedges his arms on either side of her chest, leaning forward to try and get her to settle back on the mattress, as he breathes, ] -- you're okay with what coming next, right? Since you followed me here. You're not gonna say no, right?
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The threads are dyeing red and growing tight.
Though some might struggle to guess where she was looking, her dark eyes more the full black of an animal than the easily-followed pupils of a human being, Kiritsubo’s eyes follow every movement her companion makes, just as sharp and quick to follow the nervous, needy energy driving him forward. He surges onto the mattress after her and she leans back on her hands just enough to tilt her head just so, baring the pale expanse of her throat, a hum rumbling deep within it as he takes in her scent- a mix of aromatic wood from burning incense, undertones of opium smoke, and dried, crushed osmanthus.
So he’s right. She does smell good, heady and inviting and warm. So is her tone, when she idly asks the air above them,]
Oh, do I…
[She knows she does, it’s only a sound. There is no tremble in her throat beneath the brief kiss of teeth, and as he makes his predatory pass around her body, one hand leaves the mattress to caress over his tail, pale fingertips and perfectly painted nails playing over the ridges and bumps on the reptilian appendage. Her own, a far fluffier and pale-furred thing, is temporarily trapped beneath the fall of her heavy robes, but it twitches and shifts the fabric as he passes over it…
And when he comes back around, she acquiesces the tiniest bit back, just a hint that she might be willing to do what his body language is urging, but first…]
What is coming next… ?
[They are not the same “species” of monster… but perhaps the casino powers cared little for such distinctions. Perhaps the scent of desire and rut are universal. Or… perhaps that didn’t even matter, when his desire to crowd her onto her back put their faces so close together that their breath intermingles and her lips brush against his when she whispers her challenge.]
And if it's what I think it is… Why would I ever even begin to think about saying “no”… ?
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But right now, all that matters is that she hasn't said no. So -- ]
Well, that doesn't matter.
[ Fuuta's own breath smells a bit of smoke -- not tobacco smoke, but like the burning of a bonfire, his breath coming unnaturally hot when he gives a breathy exhale. ]
That was your last chance to say no, regardless. But now that you haven't -- I won't stop even if you do.
[ This is patently a lie. He would absolutely bring himself to a screeching halt the moment she told him to, maybe obvious in the way those words emerge a little clumsily; he's clearly not used to playing this strong. He's being carried by the sheer, fiery momentum of his transformation, truly -- with his impulsive urges ramped up high, Fuuta only hesitates for a moment longer as he licks his lips, a pale sliver of his jagged teeth.
Then he ducks his head in to nip at the side of her throat. Not hard enough for teeth to puncture through skin, but just firmly enough that Kiritsubo will feel the crush of heated lips, tongue dragging against the soft of her skin as his mouth ventures downward. There's some attempt to push her down properly with those ministrations as well, one clawed hand rising to grasp at her shoulder and push her back. The other reaches to tug at the folds of her kimono, trying to pull it out of the way as he kisses lower down from the curve of her shoulder to the rise of her collarbone, then lower still. ]
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“No” wasn’t in the cards. The threads were tightening, crimson like lines of blood along their skin.]
Don’t stop.
[It’s a bold thing to say to a man (or boy) you had met mere minutes before, but she does it anyway, her smile curling up in the corners in the edge of his vision before he’d lose her face to burying his in her neck instead. He pushes and she falls, seemingly obedient to his whims (for now), the thick embroidered outer kimono a flame-licked black spill across the sheets exposing the thin layers of crimson underrobe beneath. Her hair is a pale halo that slides across the pillow as she shifts beneath his teeth and somewhat clumsy hands, baring her throat and winnowing her hand between their bodies to find her obi belt, tied lewdly at the front in the style of prostitutes required to dress themselves. He’ll feel the jerks of the thick silk, one, two, three, and then that is loosened, granting him more control of how much fabric could be pushed aside, baring pale skin…
And then colorful tattoos, her left breast covered in dripping honeycomb visited by a deadly wasp that fools would mistake for a harmless bee. On its ample twin, more geometric comb, the shape of a three of spades visible in the lines of honey.]
Is this something you’re searching for… ?
[Her own fingers curl in the crimson and help tug, baring the whole of her breast with a glint of silver from the ring pierced through a blossom pink nipple, a heart-shaped charm dangling beneath and trembling against her skin with each excited breath beneath his trailing kisses.]
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It's the sort of look that he'd normally shy away from, finding especially uncute in a girl. Aren't girls supposed to be more shy about these sorts of things? Maybe a little demure and skittish? It feels a little off for girls to be this shameless and bold, doesn't it?
But, well -- right now, he can't see it as anything other than a challenge. ]
'm not searchin' for anythin'. [ His words come a little muffled from the obstruction in his mouth -- from the way he drags his tongue over the smooth skin of her clavicle, letting little kiss trace over the line of her tattoos, slowly making his way downward. ] 'm jus' enjoyin' 'yself.
[ His breath runs hot, glossing wet over her skin as a brief warning before he leans down to take that pierced nipple into his mouth. There's the brief clack of metal against teeth, accompanied by the slightest graze of sharp points against that sensitive skin; Fuuta looks up, his own gaze jittery with excitement as he meets her stare, as he swirls his tongue around the stiff point of her breast, tonguing at the charm and letting the drag of gentle suction pull the piercing against her flesh for a moment before he releases. Then again. Alternating between the faintest tease of fangs and the insistent, wet touch of his tongue.
Meanwhile, his hand searches lower, grasping at the inside of her thigh before feathering upwards, slipping under the hem of her kimono. His tail seems just as greedy to touch and to feel, curling around his back to wrap around her ankle, the jagged tip slowly feeling its way up her calf. Like he can't get enough of touching her, and just wants more. ]
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... But she hadn't been a girl for nearly eight centuries.
The hints of breathy laughter that might have been her answer to his turn all too smoothly into a happy whine, back arching to eagerly make an offer of her breast as a lascivious feast. Perhaps it was obvious, considering where she had chosen to draw the gaze to with that delicate piercing, but she particularly enjoyed such attentions, and felt no qualms expressing it- nor any form of pleasure. The warm pull of his mouth, the flick of tongue, the nip of sharp teeth, all of it... She luxuriates in it, at first just sighing and squirming, a hand clutching at the neglected right and occasionally flicking her fingers over the tip, but soon enough-]
Oh, that's such a coincidence...
[Her own tongue slides over her bottom lip before she sucks it beneath her own sharp teeth to bite down, momentarily muffling the little moan in her throat to the sound of teeth clicking on metal, blossom pink nipple taut and only growing more sensitive the more she is given. And if he was going to give, then surely-]
So am I...
[She had already made room for him above her when she fell back onto the plush mattress, but with a welcoming croon she opens up her hips and spreads her legs far more obviously, pale skin quivering beneath touch she could not see to anticipate, dainty toes splaying over the sheets, muscles flexing to the advance of his tail. Her own was nowhere near that prehensile (or at least, she did not present it as such), but the fluffy appendage is so large that its excited curl between her legs is serving as a last preservation of her modesty, a soft, pure white guardian...
That any man intent upon knowing could all too easily push aside to reveal that she wore no undergarments, already slick with want.]
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Even if he gives a hoarse bark of laughter, clearly pleased, it doesn't neutralize the way his face is starting to flush so hot that it's clearly visible even in the dim lighting. ]
Were you looking for someone to have fun with? That's dangerous, you know.
[ He says, even as his tail winds a little more firmly around Kiritsubo's calf to tug that leg out of the way. The other, Fuuta shoves aside with a firm grip at her thigh, grinning as he ducks head back in to press a kiss lower, along her ribs. ]
You're lucky I was the one who ran across you, not someone else.
[ Then speaking becomes hard as his mouth continues exploring, his tongue leaving trails of wet warmth against the lovely, soft warmth of her skin, down towards her navel, then even lower. The damp makes it all the more enticing when Fuuta's breaths gloss hot against those same spots afterward, almost hot enough to prickle at the nerves. His hair, meanwhile, is soft enough -- unruly strands of it brushing up against Kiritsubo's lower stomach when Fuuta sinks to his knees and ducks his head down, placing one more sloppy kiss just above the tuft of soft hair there.
Even all of his transformation-gifted courage can't completely hide Fuuta's innate, skittish nature. He can't help looking up to her one last time for some sort of approval or confirmation as he shifts to kiss at the inside of her thigh, quick and impatient. And as long as he sees no protest there -- he dives right in, opening his mouth to let his tongue drag all the way up the wet cleft of her folds. ]
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She’s already laughing a little under her breath by the time he starts.]
What should I be afraid of, exactly… ?
[She may have had later a convincing enough damsel to his “there’s monsters in these halls”, but about looking for someone to have fun with… ? She wants to watch him, so rather than fall flat on her back to arch and sigh as his mouth traces down the skin exposed by her parted robes, she props herself up on an elbow, nipping into her bottom lip as she enjoys the sight and feel of his mouth tracing down her lithe form, over the piercing in her naval, the crimson peony bloom on her lower belly, the bonji character on her pubis…
When he looks up for approval, he gets it. Not a patronizing nod, but a wanting expression and anticipation in her pitch dark eyes, a needy flex of muscles down her legs to open just a touch more that he’d feel in the curl of his tail and beneath a palm. She must want him. At the bare minimum… she must want this. And when his tongue laves over her she whines and levers her hip up towards his mouth, the rest of her words, her own little joke, slipping out in an eager croon.]
That something out there would eat me… ?
[The fingers that had been playing with her spit-slick nipple, idly tugging at the ring, stroke through his hair and rake nails over his scalp, looking for the perfect purchase for his meal.]
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'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. ]
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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 ♡
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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?
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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.]
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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. ]
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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 ♡
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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. ]
Screaming a little
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.]
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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 ... 😔
how about pictures of cool iguanas