【 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. 】
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[ the script for this scenario had been straightforward. an office worker with a missed deadline, a displeased boss who takes it out on him—it's not any setup with which blade has direct experience, but he thinks he'll be able to figure it out. he's no method actor, that much is for sure, but the lines he was meant to memorize were straightforward enough, as were the blocking instructions, and if nothing else blade feels confident in being able to get through it.
the way he tugs at his tie as he waits for the director to call for action is real, though, not part of the scene. ties, as it turns out, are more uncomfortable than he'd given them credit for.
"action!" the director calls, and blade knocks lightly on the "office" door before pushing it open slowly, as if hoping no one will be sitting behind it. but of course, the luck of a mere office worker can't possibly be that good (so said the script, anyway), and so blade freezes as soon as he has the door open enough to see rin sitting at the desk. ]
...Director, [ he says slowly, trying for hesitant/anxious, although blade isn't used to emoting with his voice so who knows how successful he'll be. ] I didn't think you'd be here so late.
[Tohsaka wears her hair up in a tight bun with the excess braided around it. A couple locks and her bangs sit freely, but only because the hair sits in front of her ears. Blade walks in, and finds her relaxed in her padded office chair. Elbows propped and fingers steepled. The blouse is well tailored to her figure, and tucked perfectly in the tight pencil skirt that hugs her hips and ass far tighter than it has any reason to. This is especially noticeable as her legs, wrapped in 30 denier pantyhose, are crossed at the knee.
Everything about her is sharp: French tipped manicure, winged eyeliner, and severe heels. She knows her role, and despite her loss to him in the Spades Ring, she intends to play it well.]
I wouldn't have to be if I hadn't spent all day cleaning up your mess. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
[Bright blue eyes stare him down coldly. With the monochrome nature of her business fit, and her dark hair, they stand out like knives of ice ready to pierce him for his transgression. Is this all Tohsaka's own ability to lock in when it comes to playing a part, or is the clothing giving her a little help? It's unclear even as her slender fingers gesture for Blade to enter more properly into the office.]
[ although they've met a couple of times by now, blade wouldn't say that he has a deep understanding of rin and her personality—yet even he can tell, as he steps into the office and lets the door close behind him, that both her appearance and her expression are more severe than her usual. she fits the part well, he thinks, either an excellent actor or aided by the costume she's wearing. her voice is sharp, commanding, and something in blade feels compelled to respond to that tone.
he steps forward to her desk and lowers his chin to his chest, putting his hands behind his back. it feels strange, too submissive for his personality but suitable, perhaps, for the role he's being expected to play. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says, a bit more convincingly than before. ] It was my mistake, I should have...
[ what was the mistake, again? ]
—Shouldn't have procrastinated the report, [ blade corrects himself after a moment. ] It won't happen again.
[Finally Tohsaka pushes up and out of her chair. Standing a smidge taller than he may be used to with her heels. Made to click perfectly on the floor with every step. They demand not only his attention, but the audience's as well. The distance closes between them. The closer she gets the more of a smile she lets cut across her lips.]
I'll make sure of that.
[When he's in reach she grabs his tie. The fabric tight in her hand as she tugs him forward with it. In tandem she leans. The arch of her back looking exaggerated by the way her pencil skirt cinches at her small waist. Dark lashes flutter in Blade's direction as that bright blue gaze of Rin's seeks to capture that deep crimson in his.]
[ the grip on blade's tie pulls him down until he's face to face with rin, his eyes widening slightly in surprise to meet her gaze so directly. she looks good like this, he thinks, and feels his body respond, heat beginning to gather in the pit of his stomach as he finds himself bent forward over the perfect curve of her body.
his hands come up to her waist, presumptuous and instinctive, and then blade—acting, still, as the junior salaryman caught slipping—jolts and lets her go again, as though aware that he's done something transgressive by touching her in such an intimate way. ]
I'll accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve, [ he says instead, his gaze meeting rin's and holding it for a long moment before slipping down to the seductive curve of her lips instead. ]
[The touch is what ignites her. The scenario had been fun to think about, and she even felt a touch of sadistic pleasure seeing who her "co-star" was — getting to roleplay scolding him as an extra thorn in his side for killing her was a plus. However Blade's hand on her waist followed by the sudden recoil sets off a spark. Like a cat whose interest immediately piques at the retreat of prey.
He's tall. Broad shouldered. Even in her heels it's not enough to try and lift to her tip-toes to kiss him. She needs to pull him down to catch his lips and briefly steal a taste. Rin is rough, and quick, with him. Pushing Blade back upright before he can begin to reciprocate.]
Again, you're correct. I expect you'll learn well from your... mandatory overtime. Kneel for me. We'll start by physically representing your place in this company.
[She steps back. Just enough for the camera to catch a better angle of them as she gestures — a demanding finger pointing down to the floor where she expects him on his knees. Meanwhile anticipation rises within her. Excitement and thrill welling up at the thought of a man so large and powerful at her beck and call. There's a bit of a high to be had with such a power trip, but it only gets higher knowing that a part of him may want to obey. The thought sends a shiver of delight up her spine.]
[ whether or not blade wants to obey is immaterial to the scene at hand, so he isn't thinking about it too hard—but it would be a lie to say that there's no small spark of heat that winds its lazy way through his nerves when rin points so assertively at a spot on the floor just before her. maybe it's helped along by the costume he's wearing or the role he's playing, or maybe it's something inherent to blade, but without letting his mind wander down that particular rabbit hole he obeys rin's command and drops to his knees in the place she indicates.
his mouth is still tingling from the rough, demanding kiss rin had pressed against it, and as blade looks up at her he finds himself drawing his lower lip slightly in between his teeth as if chasing her flavor. he's not hard yet, but there's a certain brightness in his gaze that indicates the beginnings of arousal, a physical response blade has no intention of fighting.
the only question now is how rin will intend to punish him. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ blade says a little belatedly. agreeing with her, that this is place in the company, subservient and beneath her. ]
Good boy. Following directions is key to working with your colleagues, and I expect this overtime to not only be a solid reprimand but also a lesson. Now push up my skirt.
[The click of her heels sound once more as she edges closer to standing over him. On his knees they're switched: Rin towers above Blade and looks down at him with a smug smile. With her heels she's just at perfect height for him to comfortably bury his face between her legs if he wanted to. It's also a comfortable height for her hand to rest in his hair. Fingers carding through the locks and nails gently teasing his scalp. If he moves her skirt out of the way like she asks, Rin will use her hold on his head to press his face flush to the crotch of her pantyhose — which will immediately alert him to the fact that pantyhose is all she is wearing underneath the skirt.]
Together we'll work on the key skills needed for your job. If you do well perhaps I'll put in a good word to keep you on board. Teamwork, deadlines, dedication, and more.
[Despite the confidence and commanding nature of her voice, Rin cannot help but feel giddy. Nearly overwhelmed with the excitement of watching someone who could easily overpower her... just obey. She enjoys working for her indulgences, but there's just something infinitely fascinating about bossing around power greater than your own, and having it heed your word. It makes her skin feel hot and her heart beat rapidly.]
[ now that he's been invited to do so, blade lifts his hands again, letting them come to rest on rin's thighs just below the hem of her skirt. he moves them upward slowly, rucking the fabric as he goes and exposing a little more of her leg with each inch, until finally he has the entire garment pushed up around her hips and waist, leaving her lower body concealed only by the opacity of her tights. through the material blade can't make out whether she's wearing panties or not, but the question doesn't linger for long—rin's hand tightens in his hair and pushes his face forward until it presses to her crotch, at which point blade is able to answer with other senses what his eyes had been unable to discern.
the realization that she's not wearing panties at all earns a low noise in the back of his throat and a heavy exhalation, his breath warm right against her cunt. there's something sexy about this, blade realizes, the knowledge of her bare skin separated from his by nothing but a thin bit of fabric stretched taut.
a part of him wants to tear it asunder. but that wouldn't be the obedient salaryman he's playing at right now, and so he keeps his hands where they are, heavy against rin's hips as he presses his face more firmly between her legs as if that will encourage her to let him eat her out. ]
I understand, [ blade murmurs, his fingers pressing in beneath the curve of rin's ass, right at the tops of her thighs. ] Thank you, Ms. Tohsaka.
[While Rin had started her journey at the Golden Peacock completely avoidant of people having their mouths on her, she has come to relent on that point. A year and a half of partners either not commenting on or actually seeking out her taste has shifted how much weight she places on that particular insecurity. So instead of nervously trying to redirect the scene, Rin leans into it. And Blade. A shift of her weight presses her even more firmly against him.
Dark eyelashes flutter when Blade's words rumble teasingly into her skin through the fabric. She wants him to rip through the pantyhose almost as much as he does, but for now both of their desires must be kept at bay while they work through the scene. Tohsaka swears silently in her head as he embraces her firmly, and a part of her aches as she wonders what it could have been like to receive this in the ring rather than his ire.]
You're doing well. It's always best to take your time and do research on your project before initiating the work. Consider your goal to be like a rival, and your knowledge about the subject to as the strength you intend to use against them.
[Slowly her voice thickens. An edge of syrupy sweetness edging into it as she savors the way he not only accepts her, but the ways in which he touches her without her prompting. His strength cradles her in a way that would normally be anxiety inducing, but like this — where she calls the shots — it's more comforting than anything else.]
During this mandatory overtime I am your project. Once you have completed your training in all key areas I will consider this lesson complete. Start your research with your tongue. I'll allow you more if your initial report is promising.
[ although blade is certain it's not intentional, the way that rin describes his "project" is in fact a perfect way of instructing him in how to please her. he knows how to fuck, yes, but hasn't been in this place long enough to undo so many long centuries of disregard for things like intimacy and foreplay, doesn't know how to savor the experience of working someone up and making them come. but the way rin phrases it—that guides him, gives blade a framework within which he can learn.
his rival: his lack of understanding of rin's body and her pleasure. now he must gain the knowledge with which he can overcome that rival.
still resisting the temptation to tear rin's stockings, blade presses his face between her thighs, tilting his chin up a little so he can press his mouth right over her cunt through the material of her pantyhose, his breath hot against her. it's strange—when he drags his tongue along the length of her entrance, blade can taste her through the fabric, but the sensation is still unsatisfying, not nearly wet enough nor hot enough nor with enough give for him to put his tongue inside her like he wants to do. still, she'd only instructed him to start with his tongue, hadn't told him to do anything else—and for the time being, blade is obedient. ]
wildcard!
the way he tugs at his tie as he waits for the director to call for action is real, though, not part of the scene. ties, as it turns out, are more uncomfortable than he'd given them credit for.
"action!" the director calls, and blade knocks lightly on the "office" door before pushing it open slowly, as if hoping no one will be sitting behind it. but of course, the luck of a mere office worker can't possibly be that good (so said the script, anyway), and so blade freezes as soon as he has the door open enough to see rin sitting at the desk. ]
...Director, [ he says slowly, trying for hesitant/anxious, although blade isn't used to emoting with his voice so who knows how successful he'll be. ] I didn't think you'd be here so late.
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Everything about her is sharp: French tipped manicure, winged eyeliner, and severe heels. She knows her role, and despite her loss to him in the Spades Ring, she intends to play it well.]
I wouldn't have to be if I hadn't spent all day cleaning up your mess. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
[Bright blue eyes stare him down coldly. With the monochrome nature of her business fit, and her dark hair, they stand out like knives of ice ready to pierce him for his transgression. Is this all Tohsaka's own ability to lock in when it comes to playing a part, or is the clothing giving her a little help? It's unclear even as her slender fingers gesture for Blade to enter more properly into the office.]
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he steps forward to her desk and lowers his chin to his chest, putting his hands behind his back. it feels strange, too submissive for his personality but suitable, perhaps, for the role he's being expected to play. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says, a bit more convincingly than before. ] It was my mistake, I should have...
[ what was the mistake, again? ]
—Shouldn't have procrastinated the report, [ blade corrects himself after a moment. ] It won't happen again.
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[Finally Tohsaka pushes up and out of her chair. Standing a smidge taller than he may be used to with her heels. Made to click perfectly on the floor with every step. They demand not only his attention, but the audience's as well. The distance closes between them. The closer she gets the more of a smile she lets cut across her lips.]
I'll make sure of that.
[When he's in reach she grabs his tie. The fabric tight in her hand as she tugs him forward with it. In tandem she leans. The arch of her back looking exaggerated by the way her pencil skirt cinches at her small waist. Dark lashes flutter in Blade's direction as that bright blue gaze of Rin's seeks to capture that deep crimson in his.]
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his hands come up to her waist, presumptuous and instinctive, and then blade—acting, still, as the junior salaryman caught slipping—jolts and lets her go again, as though aware that he's done something transgressive by touching her in such an intimate way. ]
I'll accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve, [ he says instead, his gaze meeting rin's and holding it for a long moment before slipping down to the seductive curve of her lips instead. ]
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He's tall. Broad shouldered. Even in her heels it's not enough to try and lift to her tip-toes to kiss him. She needs to pull him down to catch his lips and briefly steal a taste. Rin is rough, and quick, with him. Pushing Blade back upright before he can begin to reciprocate.]
Again, you're correct. I expect you'll learn well from your... mandatory overtime. Kneel for me. We'll start by physically representing your place in this company.
[She steps back. Just enough for the camera to catch a better angle of them as she gestures — a demanding finger pointing down to the floor where she expects him on his knees. Meanwhile anticipation rises within her. Excitement and thrill welling up at the thought of a man so large and powerful at her beck and call. There's a bit of a high to be had with such a power trip, but it only gets higher knowing that a part of him may want to obey. The thought sends a shiver of delight up her spine.]
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his mouth is still tingling from the rough, demanding kiss rin had pressed against it, and as blade looks up at her he finds himself drawing his lower lip slightly in between his teeth as if chasing her flavor. he's not hard yet, but there's a certain brightness in his gaze that indicates the beginnings of arousal, a physical response blade has no intention of fighting.
the only question now is how rin will intend to punish him. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ blade says a little belatedly. agreeing with her, that this is place in the company, subservient and beneath her. ]
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[The click of her heels sound once more as she edges closer to standing over him. On his knees they're switched: Rin towers above Blade and looks down at him with a smug smile. With her heels she's just at perfect height for him to comfortably bury his face between her legs if he wanted to. It's also a comfortable height for her hand to rest in his hair. Fingers carding through the locks and nails gently teasing his scalp. If he moves her skirt out of the way like she asks, Rin will use her hold on his head to press his face flush to the crotch of her pantyhose — which will immediately alert him to the fact that pantyhose is all she is wearing underneath the skirt.]
Together we'll work on the key skills needed for your job. If you do well perhaps I'll put in a good word to keep you on board. Teamwork, deadlines, dedication, and more.
[Despite the confidence and commanding nature of her voice, Rin cannot help but feel giddy. Nearly overwhelmed with the excitement of watching someone who could easily overpower her... just obey. She enjoys working for her indulgences, but there's just something infinitely fascinating about bossing around power greater than your own, and having it heed your word. It makes her skin feel hot and her heart beat rapidly.]
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the realization that she's not wearing panties at all earns a low noise in the back of his throat and a heavy exhalation, his breath warm right against her cunt. there's something sexy about this, blade realizes, the knowledge of her bare skin separated from his by nothing but a thin bit of fabric stretched taut.
a part of him wants to tear it asunder. but that wouldn't be the obedient salaryman he's playing at right now, and so he keeps his hands where they are, heavy against rin's hips as he presses his face more firmly between her legs as if that will encourage her to let him eat her out. ]
I understand, [ blade murmurs, his fingers pressing in beneath the curve of rin's ass, right at the tops of her thighs. ] Thank you, Ms. Tohsaka.
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Dark eyelashes flutter when Blade's words rumble teasingly into her skin through the fabric. She wants him to rip through the pantyhose almost as much as he does, but for now both of their desires must be kept at bay while they work through the scene. Tohsaka swears silently in her head as he embraces her firmly, and a part of her aches as she wonders what it could have been like to receive this in the ring rather than his ire.]
You're doing well. It's always best to take your time and do research on your project before initiating the work. Consider your goal to be like a rival, and your knowledge about the subject to as the strength you intend to use against them.
[Slowly her voice thickens. An edge of syrupy sweetness edging into it as she savors the way he not only accepts her, but the ways in which he touches her without her prompting. His strength cradles her in a way that would normally be anxiety inducing, but like this — where she calls the shots — it's more comforting than anything else.]
During this mandatory overtime I am your project. Once you have completed your training in all key areas I will consider this lesson complete. Start your research with your tongue. I'll allow you more if your initial report is promising.
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his rival: his lack of understanding of rin's body and her pleasure. now he must gain the knowledge with which he can overcome that rival.
still resisting the temptation to tear rin's stockings, blade presses his face between her thighs, tilting his chin up a little so he can press his mouth right over her cunt through the material of her pantyhose, his breath hot against her. it's strange—when he drags his tongue along the length of her entrance, blade can taste her through the fabric, but the sensation is still unsatisfying, not nearly wet enough nor hot enough nor with enough give for him to put his tongue inside her like he wants to do. still, she'd only instructed him to start with his tongue, hadn't told him to do anything else—and for the time being, blade is obedient. ]