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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ it is a new request, although not a decision made consciously. in the pleasant, sticky afterglow tseng feels even more acutely his adoration and desire for clorinde, the trust he has placed in her that she has never once betrayed. he tilts his head up into the kiss she gives him, sweet, intimate, lips parting so their tongues can slide together. full of desire, but also full of emotion in a way that makes tseng's chest swell on the inhale.
even having climaxed only a minute or two ago, tseng finds that there's still arousal simmering hot in his lower belly. well, that should be no surprise, the two of them being who they are—when was the last time they got in bed together and were satisfied after one orgasm? but tseng is in no position to take control right now. all he can do is hum against clorinde's mouth and, when they pull apart, rock his hips up a little in suggestion. ]
Clorinde. [ her name tastes sweet in his mouth. tseng's cock, still half-hard and rapidly hardening again, slides against the wet heat of her cunt and makes him shiver. ] How do you want me?
[ her hands slide along the length of his body, her touch slow and gentle as they smooth over his sides. she marvels at the way he tilts his head up, the way he continues to meet her despite being restricted in movement, still so eager despite having come just a moment ago. it's unsurprising, but the way it makes itself known is what takes her by surprise—a reminder in a different perspective of the depth of his desire.
she breathes in sharply, lashes fluttering at the slick slide of his cock along the wet seam of her cunt; she indulges in it for a moment, rolling her hips down to meet his so that the head of his cock rubs over her entrance with each rock of his hips, catching along the rim of it. ]
Like this, [ she manages in a half moan, pushing herself onto her knees and bracing a palm against his abdomen. ] Stay just like that.
[ she arches her back just enough for his cock to slip in, sinking down his length in one smooth slide. her arousal makes it deliciously easy, and she finds herself biting her lip once he's seated completely inside, taking a second to savor the fullness before she starts riding him in earnest. ]
Oh, fuck, [ tseng almost whispers, his voice tight and breathless in the back of his throat as clorinde shifts his cock into position and sinks fluidly down onto it. she's so wet, so hot inside he can barely breathe for it, and the position combined with the restraints still fastened around his wrists leaves tseng dizzy and wanting.
so soon on the heels of his last orgasm, he finds that he's unbearably sensitive, and yet every movement of clorinde's hips stokes a hot, greedy hunger in him. stay just like that, she said, but tseng can't help the way his hips shift, rocking up slightly to meet each downward roll of clorinde's hips. he wants to braces his hips against the mattress, wants to fuck up into her until she cries out and comes all over him, but he's behaving—he's being good, for now.
instead, because his hands are literally tied and he can do nothing else, tseng lets his gaze rest hot and heavy on clorinde as she rides him. his eyes trace every soft curve, every lush line of her body, from her hot, dripping cunt up the smooth plane of her stomach, the bounce of her breasts, the sway of her back as she arches and the tension in her thighs as she lifts and lowers herself. she's stunningly beautiful, the most captivating sight tseng thinks he's ever seen. ]
[ it's tempting to chase her pleasure, to give in and ride him with the same fervor she had at the smoked egg just a few months ago. but there was an urgency then that's absent now, even if she's already so close, her cunt quivering around him each time she takes him to the root. she feels the shift of his hips, the way he tries to meet her despite his position and she finds herself smiling a little, knowing the restraint it takes for him to resist.
clorinde doesn't normally make demands of him; that they're usually aligned in their desires is part of what makes being with him so enjoyable. but the fact that she didn't have to say anything more than her initial request of taking things slower, that he's honoring it even now—it makes her shiver, makes something ache in her chest so sweetly, and it takes effort to hold herself back. she slows her pace with a shuddering breath, not so much lifting herself anymore as she simply grinds against him, the head of his cock nudging up against her deepest, sensitive spots. ]
You're so good, [ she sighs, smoothing her palms up his abdomen to brace against his chest. whether she means how he feels or how he's behaving she doesn't clarify, but likely both. her back bows in a smooth curve, her hips rocking almost gently against his. ] I want you to come for me again. Would you?
[ if the lift and roll of clorinde's hips was intoxicating, then the shift to a slow, deep grind is nearly overwhelming. tseng has to turn his head, to press his face against his own bicep so he can muffle a curse there—shiva, she takes him so perfectly, as though he was made to be inside her. it leaves his head spinning, even as he finally gathers himself enough to lift his gaze and meet hers again.
it's almost funny, to be asked if he'd come for her again. surely she can tell how taut tseng's self-control is pulled, how easily she could push him to that knife's edge of pleasure and then over it again. it feels like her asking is a tease in itself, and one that tseng welcomes. ]
Of course, [ he says, trying his best to keep his voice steady even as his cock twitches obviously inside her at the very thought. ] Of course I would.
[ it's rare to see tseng like this, so overwhelmed and on the brink of his self control. she can almost feel the tension in his shoulders and arms, knowing that he could easily break out of the restraints at any time he wanted—it likely takes more effort for him to refrain from doing so, to continue to allow himself to be held at the mercy of her touch and pace. but he stays, looking up at her with such affection in his gaze that heat flushes through her entire body, tightening the clutch of her cunt around him.
she's so close and she knows he is, too. sitting up fully once more, she slides a hand down her stomach, parting slick folds to reveal how she's stretched around his cock, how his skin shimmers in the dim light of the room with her slick. ]
With me, [ she says, breathless, her middle finger finding her clit and rubbing it in time with each slow grind. ] Come with me.
[ it doesn't take more than that. her body seizes up, her head falling back with a low, agonized moan as her cunt flutters around him, slick drenching his cock while she rides out the tremors. ]
[ helpless to do anything else, tseng lets his gaze follow the path of clorinde's hand over the smooth plane of her stomach and down to her cunt, where she spreads herself to let him see how his cock settles inside her, the perfect stretch of her body to accommodate him. clorinde is so beautiful tseng can hardly stand it, every inch of her body perfect, and when she presses her middle finger to her clit tseng can't help the way it draws a low, pained noise from his throat, an expression of how desperately he wants to touch and taste her. ]
Yes, [ he murmurs back, ] yes, please—
[ that's it for him. clorinde's cunt tightens around him in a familiar, intoxicating ripple of sensation, and tseng has no resistance left in him. he arches his back, his hips lifting unconsciously to press as deeply into her body as he can, and then he comes with a groan, filling her with the hot rush of his spend. it's an orgasm that seems to last for ages, jolts of unbearable pleasure and too-sharp sensation, and when it passes tseng slumps back against the pillow, panting and sweaty and utterly sated.
he has to force his eyes open to look up at clorinde—he hadn't even realized he'd closed them—and when he manages to focus on her, it's with a little smile that suggests exactly how fucked stupid he is right now. ]
[ his hips lift to press deeper into her and she rises with them, biting her lip at the hot flood of his come immediately after, coating her insides as he's done so many times before. she feels each jolt of his body, each shudder and gasp, the intensity of it feeding into her own to drag out the pleasure slow and sticky like hot honey. her hips twitch minutely, savoring the last few pulses before he slumps back down with her following closely.
she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
[ clorinde kisses him, then kisses him again, and for a long moment all tseng can think is that this must be what bliss feels like: warm and shivery and a little intoxicated, drowning in the sweetness of her body and her smile.
reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
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even having climaxed only a minute or two ago, tseng finds that there's still arousal simmering hot in his lower belly. well, that should be no surprise, the two of them being who they are—when was the last time they got in bed together and were satisfied after one orgasm? but tseng is in no position to take control right now. all he can do is hum against clorinde's mouth and, when they pull apart, rock his hips up a little in suggestion. ]
Clorinde. [ her name tastes sweet in his mouth. tseng's cock, still half-hard and rapidly hardening again, slides against the wet heat of her cunt and makes him shiver. ] How do you want me?
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she breathes in sharply, lashes fluttering at the slick slide of his cock along the wet seam of her cunt; she indulges in it for a moment, rolling her hips down to meet his so that the head of his cock rubs over her entrance with each rock of his hips, catching along the rim of it. ]
Like this, [ she manages in a half moan, pushing herself onto her knees and bracing a palm against his abdomen. ] Stay just like that.
[ she arches her back just enough for his cock to slip in, sinking down his length in one smooth slide. her arousal makes it deliciously easy, and she finds herself biting her lip once he's seated completely inside, taking a second to savor the fullness before she starts riding him in earnest. ]
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so soon on the heels of his last orgasm, he finds that he's unbearably sensitive, and yet every movement of clorinde's hips stokes a hot, greedy hunger in him. stay just like that, she said, but tseng can't help the way his hips shift, rocking up slightly to meet each downward roll of clorinde's hips. he wants to braces his hips against the mattress, wants to fuck up into her until she cries out and comes all over him, but he's behaving—he's being good, for now.
instead, because his hands are literally tied and he can do nothing else, tseng lets his gaze rest hot and heavy on clorinde as she rides him. his eyes trace every soft curve, every lush line of her body, from her hot, dripping cunt up the smooth plane of her stomach, the bounce of her breasts, the sway of her back as she arches and the tension in her thighs as she lifts and lowers herself. she's stunningly beautiful, the most captivating sight tseng thinks he's ever seen. ]
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clorinde doesn't normally make demands of him; that they're usually aligned in their desires is part of what makes being with him so enjoyable. but the fact that she didn't have to say anything more than her initial request of taking things slower, that he's honoring it even now—it makes her shiver, makes something ache in her chest so sweetly, and it takes effort to hold herself back. she slows her pace with a shuddering breath, not so much lifting herself anymore as she simply grinds against him, the head of his cock nudging up against her deepest, sensitive spots. ]
You're so good, [ she sighs, smoothing her palms up his abdomen to brace against his chest. whether she means how he feels or how he's behaving she doesn't clarify, but likely both. her back bows in a smooth curve, her hips rocking almost gently against his. ] I want you to come for me again. Would you?
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it's almost funny, to be asked if he'd come for her again. surely she can tell how taut tseng's self-control is pulled, how easily she could push him to that knife's edge of pleasure and then over it again. it feels like her asking is a tease in itself, and one that tseng welcomes. ]
Of course, [ he says, trying his best to keep his voice steady even as his cock twitches obviously inside her at the very thought. ] Of course I would.
[ he would do anything for her. ]
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she's so close and she knows he is, too. sitting up fully once more, she slides a hand down her stomach, parting slick folds to reveal how she's stretched around his cock, how his skin shimmers in the dim light of the room with her slick. ]
With me, [ she says, breathless, her middle finger finding her clit and rubbing it in time with each slow grind. ] Come with me.
[ it doesn't take more than that. her body seizes up, her head falling back with a low, agonized moan as her cunt flutters around him, slick drenching his cock while she rides out the tremors. ]
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Yes, [ he murmurs back, ] yes, please—
[ that's it for him. clorinde's cunt tightens around him in a familiar, intoxicating ripple of sensation, and tseng has no resistance left in him. he arches his back, his hips lifting unconsciously to press as deeply into her body as he can, and then he comes with a groan, filling her with the hot rush of his spend. it's an orgasm that seems to last for ages, jolts of unbearable pleasure and too-sharp sensation, and when it passes tseng slumps back against the pillow, panting and sweaty and utterly sated.
he has to force his eyes open to look up at clorinde—he hadn't even realized he'd closed them—and when he manages to focus on her, it's with a little smile that suggests exactly how fucked stupid he is right now. ]
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she reaches up to free his wrists, a simple tug undoing the knot as the rope falls away off the side of the bed. it doesn't look like there was any chafing, but she rubs her palms gently over his skin anyway, rubbing down his forearms to encourage circulation from where he'd kept it above his head the whole time. there's nothing, however, that could prepare her for that little smile on tseng's face when he opens his eyes again, warm with affection and satisfaction. he's always soft in the afterglow, but something about this feels a little different—sweeter, maybe, more indulgent, and she finds herself momentarily gripped with an overwhelming surge of fondness.
she bracing her elbow against the mattress to hold herself up as she gently brushes his hair from his face, leaning down to kiss him. ]
How are you feeling?
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reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
What about you?
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