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TDM 009
【 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. 】
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. 】
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.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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
• 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
• 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. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
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▶ 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 May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ 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 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.
▶ 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.
(heavy breathing)
Ferdinand isn't one to be left speechless easily, but the surprise of seeing Manuela there certainly leaves him at a loss for words. A million thoughts rush through his mind at once, ranging from concern that his hero — his princess, as he so often puts it — is in the same situation that he is to a flicker of excitement. That feeling twists in his chest as though someone has grabbed his heart and yanked it around, and it takes him a second to recover as a soft blush spreads across his cheeks. And that outfit? Well, it certainly doesn't make it any easier for him to form words, though it does make him form quite a few thoughts. ]
M-Manuela...
[ Picking up on the awkwardness without necessarily knowing its cause, the lone crewmember looks up from his donut, as though to remind Ferdinand that the cameras are indeed rolling.
There is so much that he wants to say to her, so much that he wants to check on to make sure that she's okay. He wants to tell her how much of a relief it is to see her, but how he wishes it were under any other circumstance. But sharing a stage with her, even in a scenario like this? It's too much of a dream come true for him to allow himself such impulses right away. No, if he's going to be starring with her, he needs to throw himself utterly into his role. ]
There must be something I can do. I'm willing to put in the work... but I just have to pass this class.
[ He closes the door behind him, stepping closer to the desk. His gaze flits to her soft, lovely features, but he can't hide the way it wanders downward. If they wanted to ensure he'd have real passion for his co-star, then they certainly chose well. ]
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does he know? does he know how greedily she clung to the refuge of this awful place, all for the chance of forgetting about a war he himself was fighting so diligently in. when she speaks his name again, it's with the same softness she had the last time they parted (exactly a month before she had found herself here, now almost three in total). ]
Ferdinand...
[ from his seat no more than ten feet away from the pair, that crewmember sputters out a low sound — something meant to sound like a clearing of his throat, but the donut crumbs make it far clumsier than intended.
it's enough to remind manuela where she is though. or rather, what they're meant to be doing. and for all that she wishes to pull ferdinand aside and — what? explain herself? urge him to turn away? — she recalls she is here . and on the stage, she has always taken care to be a professional. one worthy of her achievements. ]
You're too late. I've already submitted your marks. Your coach will come for your jacket soon enough, so I'd suggest enjoying it while you still can.
[ there is a pause — one entirely made for dramatic effect, though if it also allowed her to steel herself for her next lines, no one would know but manuela herself. ]
...If only you had paid as much attention to my lessons like you do my body. [ now, her voice lowers into something less stern. something almost suggestive, if one were inclined to listen for it. ] You would have surely been my star pupil then.
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It's hard for Ferdinand to insert himself into the role of a struggling student, given how diligent of one he had been. But the role of a student falling for a teacher, for this teacher? That's infinitely easier for him to imagine. Perhaps it's silly of him — he had been told, after all, that the plot was merely a flimsy excuse to put two actors into an intimate situation — but he can't put his heart into it without some sort of connection. With Manuela, that wouldn't even remotely be a concern.
He swallows the nervous lump in his throat as he walks to her desk, trying to focus on the role at hand. Is her line an ad libbed response to set the scene? Or has she caught on to those little glances of his over the years? ]
Yours is the only class to give me this amount of trouble, and it has nothing to do with how you teach.
[ The knot in his chest grows a little tighter, and as he puts his hand on her desk, he finds himself drawing upon his own experiences. More specifically, his experiences with her. ]
I try to pay attention, but whenever I look at you, all I can think about... [ He takes in a quick breath to soothe his nerves. He has to bring himself to be a bit more suggestive than he would like, but that doesn't mean he isn't also being honest. ] All I can think about is how if I had to choose between giving my all on the field and giving it to you instead... I would throw away this jacket right now.
[ Yes, throw away the jacket. What sort of idiot student would choose some silly game over a woman like Manuela? In one swift movement, Ferdinand pulls the jacket off of his shoulders and throws it to the floor in a most dramatic fashion. It's meant to be a bold declaration, like the hero of an opera declaring his intention to marry the diva's character even despite the odds. But it's undercut somewhat by how tight the shirt underneath is, hugging every last muscle on Ferdinand's chest and stomach and leaving precious little to the imagination.
The editors will probably have to cut out the sound of a crewmember nearly choking on donut crumbs. ]
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a role like this, however embarrassing in its implication, is so easy it's laughable. it should have been a breeze.
but just as she was recovering from the curveball of finding a familiar face as her unwitting scene partner, he delivers her another one with a performance so earnest it honestly has manuela second-guessing who the seasoned actor was between the two of them.
the editors will find they'll have a lot more work to do to trim this scene into something properly presentable, because once again manuela is left mildly speechless, lapsing into a silence far too long to be appropriate for the scene. the way she briefly glances towards the cameraman, as if seeking his help to determine how to navigate such a declaration, will most definitely have to be cut out too. ]
Y-es, well...
[ she swallows thickly. bold declaration aside, the sight of the young man in so little clothing (she is far too used to seeing him done up like the noble he is; even during the war, he had taken pains to still look his very best, and that most certainly involved far more layers than this) that were as flattering to his musculature as it was distracting to her senses. ]
All the same. [ eventually, thankfully, she finds her footing again. she readjusts her position, lifting her arms to cross under her busy in an effort to look unyielding... while also purposefully drawing attention to the way her lacy bra can be seen under the open collar of her shirt. ] It's easy to say these things. It's another thing to truly mean them.
[ this is the part where she is meant to be so suggestive, so brazen, there would be no room left for confusion. grope at her breasts, pull up her skirt, tell him to undo his pants and draw out his cock, anything like that. the scene isn't meant to be a complicated thing; the premise is merely here for a backdrop, not actual motivation. the fucking was the focus here.
and yet...
and yet. there is a small, greedy part of manuela that thinks, now that she's got him here... not that she's got anyone here, clearly ready to spill sonnets (however bad at poetry he might actually be) about their devotion, how could she resist? yes, it's all just for a scene... but even actors can let themselves get lost in the illusions. ]
Why don't you tell me... exactly how you would give me your all.
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That moment of hesitation, however, proves to be rife with distraction for him. She shifts in her seat, graceful and composed despite it all. Each movement draws his gaze to her legs or her chest while every word she says draws it right back to her lips. His heart races with anticipation, unsure how she'll respond.
And respond she does, with a challenge that makes his heart skip a beat. His words have a history of being clumsy and making the wrong point, all because he tries to be too clever with them. And the character he's playing is supposed to be a bit on the less thoughtful side. So, surely that means he should just speak plainly, yes? ]
I... think I have a few ideas.
[ There's a brief moment of hesitation, and Ferdinand's gaze darts toward the camera, as though hoping for some divine intervention, for the goddess to grant him the wisdom to find the right words and the courage to say them. But as his focus turns back to her, he finds himself drawn to every inch of her, and a hunger starts to build not in his belly, but somewhere much lower. ]
If you can give me some private lessons, then... I could show you what I've learned, every day after class.
[ He swallows hard, stepping closer. He almost feels ashamed of the way the fabric of his pants has started to tent, making it obvious that he's already starting to have a physical reaction to the mere premise, but he pushes the thought from his mind. Perhaps if he doesn't think about it, neither will she. ]
And we could keep going... until you are satisfied.
[ Oh, how his cheeks burn from his own words. Still, he tries to keep his gaze warm and gentle, hoping that Manuela doesn't think less of him for being so... so rakish. The doubt is enough that he's able to bring himself to break character for a second. ]
Is... is that alright, Manuela?
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this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?
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But that was before he'd realized just who his scene partner would be. Manuela is special to him. Not just as the songstress he admired from afar and who inspired him to pick up his first weapon, but as a professor, a healer, and a comrade. He almost feels guilty for it, but he's positively excited at the prospect. And though he wishes the circumstances were different, he can't imagine a better person to play the role of the teacher he lusts after than, well, her. There's certainly more to it than lust, of course, but that just makes it even easier for him.
His lips curl into a small, warm smile, another little moment of breaking character that will stay between just the two of them. He feels warmth spread across his cheeks as her eyes move along him, and a quaint thought occurs to him, one he dared never imagine during their time together at the monastery: does she find him attractive? He doesn't lack confidence, but it certainly flatters him all the same. ]
I need to start at the beginning. [ His gaze leaves her eyes to wander down to her crossed legs, and he feels within himself a hunger stronger than any he's ever felt. ] I want to learn where you like to be touched, and how to touch you.
[ With a swell of confidence that exceeds the tight nervousness in his chest, he closes the distance between them. He reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers across her cheeks in what is, contrary to the type of scene they're supposed to be doing, a very tender gesture. It's one he doesn't do for the cameras, but for her.
The script, such as it is, hints that he should be pleasuring her with his mouth, and he certainly does find that prospect enticing. But his inexperience isn't just an act, and even more importantly than that, he doesn't want to sully this opportunity by jumping straight into things. This is Manuela. He wants to savor every moment of this, because it's going to be something he remembers for the rest of his life. ]
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all for the best, really, because it allows them the freedom they need to carry on without any further hitches. the eventual audience of their film (now isn't that a dizzying thought?) might not appreciate the warmth growing between them; they might instead wonder over the lack of primal heat — but all things in due time, right? ferdinand plays the naive but eager role of a lust-struck young man so well, manuela feels compelled to make sure she doesn't rush him into anything he wouldn't enjoy or be prepared for.
so at the touch on her cheek, she lets her head cant towards it, letting him caress the soft skin there however he'd like. her eyes take on a similar softness as his own gaze, but there is an underlying heat beneath the honey, making them a little molten. after all, patience doesn't have to mean platonic. ]
If you wish to know, I could easily tell you.
[ nor does it mean she won't stop from being coy. ]
If you wish to learn...
[ she lifts her own hand to take his, and guide it down the exposed expanse of her throat, over her clavicle, before finally letting it settle right at the valley between her breasts. ]
Then you had best get to investigating, don't you think?
[ learning, after all, is all about trial and error. ]
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He watches with red cheeks, bated breath, and an astonished, reverent gaze as she brings his hand to her throat and then guides it downward. Every inch that his fingers brush against, he maps to his memory.
To think, he'd been utterly dreading this before he realized it was her. ]
I see.
[ Two words, but there's a quiet awe in his voice that speaks volumes. He lowers his gaze to her chest, admiring the heavy lifting her blouse is doing to keep her breasts contained. The outfit looks good on her, in a way that fuels the hunger he feels and makes him ache and swell for her.
His hand moves, curling over a full breast and cupping it in his palm. While his touch is initially light and curious, that quickly gives way to an eagerness tempered only by his desire to do things right, and he begins to knead with his palm. His eyes slowly drift back up to her beautiful eyes and meeting that sweet yet alluring glimmer — perhaps the most seductive asset she has, which is saying quite a bit. ]
All I have had to go on so far is my imagination... but I have done a lot of imagining.
[ The confession is accompanied by his other hand moving to grope the other breast, not wanting to leave any part of her neglected if he has anything to say about it. The presence of fabric in the way does stymie him a bit, but as he lowers himself down onto his knees before her — no need to make her stand up — he takes the opportunity to lean in and press his lips to a part of her that isn't still clothed. Several soft kisses are pressed to the corner of her jaw, followed by a lower, firmer one down the side of her throat. All the while, his breath is warm on her skin, the very core of his chest fluttering with nervous excitement. ]
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at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
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And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]