【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[With Rin's breasts being as sensitive as they are, her preference to have things a bit on the rougher side, and the sudden intense burst of stimulation to her clit—
Well, perhaps she could have held it together any other day, but with Oushi wearing the ears and his green eyes reminding her a bit of Saber and it all prefaced with his earlier aggressiveness? Tohsaka didn't stand a chance. That orgasm hits sharp and quick. He'll feel her hips jerk up suddenly in his lap as her voice keens nearly as sharp as instense as the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot right up her spine and caused all her muscles to lock up with a flash of tension.]
[The sudden explosion of release with little to no aftershock leaves Rin stunned. Her jostling in his lap nudged the wand away, so when the tension suddenly leaves her body she drops limp to the mattress, mountain of pillows, and his legs. Tohsaka lies there amongst the downy cushions and wears an expression unfitting of a "devil" ready to tempt prey. Instead she looks more like a defeated spirit.
No afterglow nor waves of pleasure follow that orgasm. No, it was little more than an electric shock. A sudden strike of lightning bringing her to a hot white and overstimulated peak that came all too suddenly. Perhaps someday she'll look back and consider this as a 'sister' to premature orgasms that some men may get, but this is the first one she's ever experienced with her pussy. As such she's left collapsed in a sheen of her own sweet and the face of a woman who has just been shocked by the electrical outlet she had been playing with.]
[Seize the moment, as they say: it's a prime opportunity to add a dramatic flair, and Yu does, dodging the first one by skidding to the side, scuffing his tights at the knee. This would be perfect for a dramatic flame-singed close-up, camera folks. He gets up and charges, just in time for the second fireball to hit, oof! square in the side! He falls to one knee, just as dramatically, and the third one seems to hit him there, leaving great plumes of smoke.
Is. Is the set actually on fire??
Sure is.
Makes it...more dramatic...??
Anyway, the smoke lingers, but when it clears, Yu charges from the cover it provided, sword in hand, winding up for a powerful strike.]
(she did think her to be handsome, maybe it doesn't help the way that cellinia herself was blushing. that it brought out the pink tinging fair skin, not even how her lips kiss along her palm, her fingers. they're never going to be clean of that blood which once had covered them, that does cover them. but that didn't matter, for a moment they feel lighter. like they weren't something that had ended far more than her share of people. her father, the others. a softened gaze, she notices how it made irene smile.
she's quiet, quiet when she kisses her again, quiet when she pushes her to lay back to help tug that leotard down the rest of the way. the fabric slides down, down her legs, and reveals she had nothing else on underneath it. completely bare, bare skin both blemished and unblemished when cellinia deepens this kiss. a distraction, from how her heart pounds. this longing was killing her, destroying her. wanting to tear her apart while she bends to it. she gives her this body, her body, every mark and every figurative wound in places that most would be more keen to stay away from it.
she doesn't want to surrender it to anyone else, between the kisses, the way she presses bare skin against irene. raw heat, desire, and arousal burns in her to the point she makes herself be patient. because she doesn't want to ruin it by rushing, not like how they've done before in that dome. not even in the other ways that it's happened while her hands, her fingertips, trail down along irene's body. along her ribs, her abs, she's mapping her skin out. for places that she wants to mark as they carry on in their own world away from the chaos outside.
away from the paparazzi, the sets, the costumes. they didn't matter, what matters more is in front of her. that's something she knows, that she can feel with heat simmering and burning, slowly building up into passion that she couldn't put a label on. but it felt like something more, something so strong that her heart aches at the thought they could be separated again by the resort's whims with people.
whatever it is, she pushes through it, to give her this attention and affection while eventually taking hold of one of irene's hands. to bring it to her heart, to hold it there silently. to let her know she's here, she's real.)
No shit! You're wearing a fucking watch that won't turn off or come off!
[Of course the damn thing is watching them! He doesn't know how it siphons off the energy to sustain itself, or if the damn thing even needs to eat. Why else would it bring them here and force this life on them otherwise? Unless it's nothing more than a pervert pure and simple... Ugh.
Bakugo returns to his food. There's a lot more here Yato's going to learn about.]
[bakugo eases back onto his calves, lowering leona's legs rather than dropping them rudely all over the bed. panting with afterglow and catching his breath, his chest and stomach rise and fall in rhythmic flexes, sweat dripping down between his muscles and leaking along his back. fuck. everything feels amazing in a haze of pleasure and satiation. refusing to let leona pull off yet, or drag himself out with his own power, he rests his hands on the man's thighs, keeping him where he wants him. for now.]
Urusei. You were into it too. [not gonna play the "you want it more" game when he's feeling all melted and tired in the best way from an orgasm. currently oozing out of leona's rim and drooling onto the bed. damn... it's tempting to collapse on him and snooze, considering the morning hours.]
[He gives it a shake, as though to punish the spying resort for being creepy. Not that it does anything. It just makes him feel better to vent his frustrations. It actually makes sense that perhaps the Watches collect or at least run off their horny energy in some fashion. Either that or it has a REALLY good battery. He's guessing the former, honestly.
Pouting a bit at everything, Yato sighs and resigns himself to their predicament for now. At least he's getting a meal out of this. Delicious stuff, too. Yum~ Almost as good as sex, he imagines!]
[ Troy asks, trying to sound tough but also needing to sell the sound of a hidden desperation, a crack in his character's facade that when applied pressure to, can make him fall to his knees. Troy did this by swallowing some imagined nervousness, helped by the actual one he's feeling, one that's caused by his genuine interest in Rin. ]
I'll give 'em an "I owe you" card, but you...
[ His line is supposed to cut off there, showing his character is at a loss for words now that his bluster is fading. Troy was told he can adlib here, but he doesn't have any idea ]
"Hmmm," and the sound is deeper, more of a rumble than a normal voice might allow. He tilts his head, and no matter how much he leans into the roll, there's still something warm and fond in his eyes.
Thankfully, he remembers his line as his finger slides down G'raha's cheek before settling just below it, gently tipping it up.
[What could he do to threaten a dragon? Realistically, nothing. Unlocking his Aura looks impressive, and he can use it to keep warm or share the warmth with others. He can even heal scrapes and cuts while it's still active! But he can't fight anyone, nor can he defend himself: something he's forced to remember every time he's threatened by one of the monsters or magic users. Must be lovely to be Baku-kun, who can singlehandedly vanquish any threat using his own sweat.
But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
[Weak arms still sting when flung around with reckless abandon. He can tell some of the places he blocked the vibrator-assault were going to sting after this. How annoying! What an annoying way to get hurt by a vibe!]
[With them pulled apart, Till can get a clearer look at the Feline who tossed something at him to start with. His eyes are wide, half-covered by his bangs but proportionally big already. His tail is curled up behind him as he tries to stay at the non-violent end of the pod. His ears stand out in his silhouette even with some details obscured in the dim light.]
[And then he's not even allowed to go back to watching the movie in peace?!]
H- Hey! [Aak doesn't physically resist the handcuffs although his ears do betray how this situation is starting to piss him off. However, being angry at the guards isn't gonna get him anywhere. Look where it was getting Till!]
Look, you probably don't wanna put us in the same cell... if you check it in the morning and I'm not breathin' you're gonna feel really bad about it, so don't go doing that to me, okay?
[he instead tries a very reasonable, guilt-tripping entreaty to the owl guards with their unchanging expressions]
[Ever the concerned friend, Barret gives G'raha a thorough once-over at his mild complaint, and frowns, troubled.] Oh yeah? Well, if you're tired, wouldn't be much of a host if I didn't give you somewhere to rest. C'mon, with me! You can catch me up on what you've been up to.
[Taking gentler hold of G'raha's shoulders now, Barret gently steers him further into his lair, a far more cozy place than such a term would suggest. At the center of the sunken floor of his den is a lush assortment of blankets, pillows and cushions. Books, knicknacks and melting candles line shelves carved into the stone walls, and a warm hearth glows off in a corner.
Barret is trying to remember this is a set and not his actual home, but he moves around it like he knows it anyway, and seats himself beside G'raha on the sunken floor, his tail loosely coiled behind him.]
(sometimes it was all someone had to maintain their sanity, to think about those who truly cared. those that would have been saddened at the thought that she was gone, missing. because she wasn't there any longer, she hasn't been in terra for almost a year. she missed everyone, her friends more importantly. they all weren't in this hell, and she'd prefer it to stay that way after all the things she's dealt with. the girls don't deserve this. not to be here while they were expected to lose themselves in hedonistic desires, things that'd destroy them all the more as she remembers that even exusiai would fall apart in this place.
she didn't deserve it either, the way that it stung to consider almost that she's forgotten nearly the sound of her voice and the scent of her baking. that familiar scent of apple pie and a smile that had grown more vague as time ticked on by. she was among the many things to fade away while texas stayed in this purgatory. this hell that had her by the throat with the intentions of making the players like them into soulless husks of what they once were.
everyone has value in their own ways even if they might not be missed at first, someone cares about them somewhere. someone might want to find them. they could even miss them to the point of madness in that desire to know what happened to an important to them. even texas would like to think this woman might have someone like that, but she doesn't dare question her comment or press her about it. she only focuses on the now, on the remark about the house and leverage. doubtful. the house didn't seem to care, the guests could allegedly die and be found again if what she heard was right. those zombies from the morgue over halloween, the fact there was a morgue, it's only proof that they're all meant to live and be brought back like hunks of meat for the purpose of sex and hedonism.
which is why she thinks for the moment, even reaches into her dress shorts to take out a cigarette this time. the end of it lit by a flip lighter as she lets the burn of nicotine settle in her throat, on her tongue, before blowing a puff of smoke in the opposite direction to spare this girl the scent of it wholly.)
The House needs us alive, and with there being a morgue, I doubt any attempts at using your life would work. Much less the lives of others.
(but it didn't matter, it won't matter while she thinks to herself that she hates this more. being used and being forced to use. despite the way she carries herself, she despises it all. because nothing would change, not even the mistreatment of those lower in this wretched place. how they're all expected to give up their dignity to claw out of the dredges that is the basement.)
You're better off trying to spin tales for Jin Mingming. She likes things that provoke thought, we found that out because she posed a question during a game of "would you rather". Asking if we'd potentially sacrifice the lives of others to save our child or let her pass away in quiet acceptance of her fate.
[A tiger also wouldn't be a household pet! Of course, if they were to start dividing up the differences between Feline sub-types we could have a Wiki page that looks more like the Sarkaz. They had ears and tails and for the purposes of this film they were kitty cats.]
[Aak's head swivels, confused to have Broca bother to chime in.]
I- [a pause,] I'm negotiating here! [He can't stop to kinkshame Broca, they needed to be a united front! Still, it's clear he's less assured than before that.]
[His falter seems to light a fire in the creative staff. A quickly scribbled note is handed to the director who looks it over, eyes quickly scanning from one side to the other.]
["Please, give us some time to rewrite! We'll make something that meets your demands!"]
Huh? [... that seems too easy? What did those guys think of?]
[The more this scene progresses, the more impatient Ann gets, twisting helplessly into Aurelia's body, trying to steal another kiss before Aurelia's face gets too low for her to do so. A plaintive whine at the drag of dangerously pointed teeth and the wet heat of her tongue along of her neck follows, and when she locks eyes with the other woman again, it's harder not to fall until the obedience the hypnotism demands. She feels herself slip under the subtle control as easy as slipping into a warm bath, her lashes fluttering. Though... it seems she doesn't need it. She bares her throat to Aurelia, clear-eyed and brave despite the spell muffling her senses.]
Do it - please. [Ann's already so wet, just from this, the slickness between her legs undeniable. She feels her inner muscles clench helplessly at the thought of Aurelia biting down and breaking skin to feed from her. Drinking from her, touching her, fucking her.] You said you wanted to, s-so, I want it. [Ann's voice is throaty, edged with desperation. Feeling bold, she grasps Aurelia's wrist, guiding her hand between her legs. Urging her to touch.] Please—
[Aurelia’s fingers brush over wet folds and a shudder rushes up her spine. She can taste Ann’s arousal and frustration and it’s truly delicious, the sweet sugary taste of a well made pastry. She wants more, wants to stroke Ann’s feelings until she can’t even think and can do nothing but feel and Aurelia can feast on her until the other woman is empty and hollow. A part of her hisses, knowing that the instinct must be controlled less she truly hurt the other woman. And though she knows she will heed it, that she will remain controlled, she darts forward to place a bite on Ann’s shoulder. Unable to resist spicing the cocktail of Ann’s emotions with a small amount of pain.
Her teeth dig into the skin, but are ever so careful not to break it, merely marking Ann with a hickey as her fingers explore between her legs. Delicate, dexterous, and guided by empathetic insight, Aurelia quickly learns what strokes Ann’s arousal most and sets out to give it her. Swirling her thumb over sensitive nubs and slipping inside to stroke and pull, timing a thrust deep with another bite higher on her neck as she responds.]
Patience treat, I will have you in due time. When you are fit to burst, swelling with pleasure, will I have my feast. You will taste sweetest as you fall over the edge.
[And Aurelia will get to ride that orgasm with her, when the rich blood finally spills across her tongue]
[ there it is. she smiles against red's cheek as she rewards her with a kiss. well, half of a reward because red just broke character again, but these things can easily be edited away.
but the sex acts themselves can't be done on their own, so just like that, she shoves red's underwear aside and slides two fingers within her, deep and unrelenting, curling them ever so tantalizingly. ]
Yes... Just like that. [ she cranes her head up to breathe a low, excited chuckle into red's ear as her fingers pick up the pace, her thumb circling red's clit with ruthless precision. ] No one's going to hear us here, you know. Let me hear you.
[If Aak were a little less annoying as a person he would make quite the cuddle buddy. As it stands, though, he's the type to add nearly as much stress as he relieves by being snuggled. It was best like this, when something was splitting his attention.]
Hehehe! [Aak is hardly humble about the victory as the screen pops up. He'll wiggle again as Tomura insists they click through to the stats. Honestly, he'd be fine (and maybe it'd be a better shot) if they just fucked in front of the victory screen. He leans back into the hug and peers up as his performance is critiqued.]
That means I've got a place to improve, easy. [A response that might be shockingly mature for him. He cranes up his neck and Tomura will feel the little press of lips against his neck. Aak makes the affection seem as natural as the cuddling. It was intimate, sure, but one could imagine a world where he just gave the kiss then went back to gaming.]
[That is not this world, of course.]
I want you to take me from behind, [he teases, letting out another laughing breath right after.] I'm all worked up now, gotta grind it out before going back to the grind.
[He's the one who said it but it feels worse when the set manager gives him a thumbs up for the line. Don't remind him how cringey the people buying this DVD were.]
Huh? Oh, it's a big enough closet on the inside. Look.
[ she walks over to the door and opens it with a flourish, revealing its roomier interior to broca. props like these are meant to fulfill some sort of fetish or another, so it's no surprise that they're being adjusted to the actors' needs for a certain scene. porn, after all, is supposed to be fantasy.
though in this resort, the line between fantasy and reality gets blurred every now and then.
a whistle then interrupts their talk, signaling that they're about to start filming. ishmael nods and turns expectantly to broca, hoping that he gets all that. ]
You ready? Just stand in front of the closet and follow my lead.
[ the director then counts to three and yells for ACTION!, followed by the unmistakable sound of the film cutting board. ishmael takes a deep breath and approaches broca with a gait of what she hopes to be a mischievous teenage girl with a secret. ]
Oh, you actually came right on time. You're really desperate, aren't you~?
[ eugh. hopefully that sounds convincing enough. ]
[ that pet comes like it pushes air out of his lungs, a deep sigh. even through thick rubbery gloves, the mere act of touch unwinds a tension that was keeping him from being fully fluid beneath it, providing rare insight to the mask of Getou Suguru. a slip of long black hair and he pushes his shoulders out of the thing, winding fabric down around his exposed chest — no augmentations here. Scott's proving easy to lead, a pleasant expectation. ]
[ he keeps a steady gaze over his shoulder as he's circled and honed in on. like a pack of vultures, were he not acting the role of a honeypot anyway. ]
Take them off, [ he says lightly, sweet guidance, ] Worship me properly.
[ at least he's on his knees already. his skin is darker than Scott's, on the deep side even for his ethnicity, making pale fingers stand out in delicious contrast. lower and lower, and then — the flash of metal, that sharp and finite shape when flesh was so yielding. the aforementioned chastity belt come to call, halting all of that sensuous exploration. it's a cheeky little thing, a warm gold to match the tones of his skin, cut high enough that it's a little... well, cheeky. ]
[ Getou rolls his hips back and forth, shimmying fabric lower on that open zip. pitifully, the belt hugs him tight, irritating his skin to a blushed red at the rims of it where it rubs. ]
Just don't wiggle around too much, you'll lose the key.
Ah —! [A sharp, harsh intake of breath at the bite, the zing of pain-pressure as teeth too sharp and pointed to be human threaten to break her skin. There's a brief trickle of fear, but more than that is her excitement, the urge to do more, to go faster. Aurelia ekes out her ministrations slowly however — Ann's back arches when her fingers part wet folds to slip inside, her body tensing helplessly around the digits and her hips bucking into the languid thrusts. And it's good, wonderful... but an agonizing tease nonetheless. Ann feels frenzied, so hot that her blood feels like it's boiling under her skin — she yanks the thin straps of her chemise off her shoulders — no longer thinking about cameras or anyone, anything else in the room other than the woman above her. Her mysterious admirer, her immortal lover, who would disappear into the night before the sun rose.
Ann's breasts spill free as she slides the chemise down, full and flushed. The nipples are hard, so sensitive that Ann bites her lip when she twists one of them between her thumb and index finger, trying in vain to swallow a whimper. She stares up at Aurelia, dazed, eyes smoldering with arousal.]
Every night you - ah! [She had to focus — she doesn't care about her lines at all, but being teased like this is driving her nuts.] You've been visiting me... watching me.
[She coaxes Aurelia to look up, touching her mouth, a thumb dragging over her lower lip and smudging her dark lipstick.]
Don't you want me now?
[She tries not to sound too much like she's begging, hoping it sounds more like a proper tease.]
[How can Aurelia resist such a kind invitation, her lips parting around Ann’s finger and her tongue tracing the digit as she’s pulled upwards. Her mouth only pulling away to place kisses along Ann’s chest. Lips sweeping across nipples, followed by the tease of fangs at sensitive swells. Kisses trailed up and up until she reaches the other woman’s chest, the silk of her dress and the pressure of her body used to drive the building tension in Ann higher. As much a tool to pleasure her as the fingers thrusting still between her legs, another sliding inside Ann while she whispers into her skin. ]
So eager, so desperate. [A tease so weak being just as good as begging]I am patient, I want to take you properly. But if you wish to feed me so badly… all you have to do is cum
[Aurelia is truly improvising at this point, guided entirely by instincts and half remembered novels. So her words come with the ring of her hypnotic power, brushing across Ann’s thoughts and compressing her frustration and desire into a single need to cum, to fall off the edge and abandon all thoughts for nothing but pleasure.
Aurelia’s mouth rests on Ann’s bared neck, her hand rising to thread into blonde locks and tug just so, her fangs pinching against her skin as Aurelia waits for the exact moment, ready to bite and knowing that as soon as she spills blood the scene will end soon… savoring the singing anticipation in her veins. ]
[As much as she's falling into the "character," by which she meant mostly writhing on the bed as Aurelia fucks her, and panting encouragements into her ear, Aurelia's line makes her briefly break character to giggle. It's just like, a total porno line! She can't help but laugh.
But then the hypnotic push hits her as effectively as a punch to the gut: her eyes darkening and a startled gasp escaping her as the feeling, the urge to push herself over the edge turns all encompassing, like a persistent itch under her skin. She sits up to more easily ride Aurelia's fingers, legs spread and hips lifting with each thrust as she gets closer and closer to the edge. All self-awareness disappears, is obliterated in the wake of her need. Suddenly she wants nothing more to do this until she comes messily all over Aurelia's hand, relishing the slick, wanton sounds each time her fingers thrust in and out of her tight heat.]
Ah, yes, yes — right there, don't stop - mm!
[The orgasm that overtakes her is enough to make starbursts explode behind her closed eyes. Ann curls forward, her hips bucking and hitching forward as she finishes with a long and drawn out cry. She still trembles in the wake of it, her desperate bucking slowing as she rides out her climax. Aurelia's fingers are still buried deep inside of her, and she makes no move to pull away.]
[When one is in Cheliax, act as they do. When one is starring in a porno, speak as they would. Aurelia savors Ann’s laugh, the genuine amusement like a cherry popping between her teeth, as she watches her power carry a line that would otherwise have gotten nothing but a laugh. The sudden dilation of Ann’s pupils, the rising cry. She tastes Ann’s pleasure, and times her own… the very second Ann starts to cum Aurelia is biting down on her neck. Her fangs sinking smoothly through the other woman’s skin and pulling warm red fluids across her tongue with a desperate moan of her own.
Blood is not something Aurelia needs, but it is a drug that surpasses all others. As it spills across her tongue warmth builds and explodes in her body, the echo of Ann’s orgasm taking her as well. Her body spasms and rocks, feeling like she’s been hit by lightning as euphoria destroys her thoughts and leaves her suckling at Ann’s neck like a wild animal. Writhing together, she only stops when a moan she could not contain pulls her fangs out of Ann’s neck and leaves her clinging to the taller woman with a mewl.
There she lays, warm and sated, licking at the blood spilling down Ann’s body as the director calls “Cut!”. They say more, tone vaguely praising, but Aurelia couldn’t care less. She curls closer to Ann and giggles drunkenly, leaving her fingers buried in the other woman as her body goes limp.]
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