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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.
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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 set up is this: sein, finally out of the confessional and allowed to take his priestly duties on the go, is called upon by the concerned parents of a young woman who has begun to exhibit concerning behaviors.
now, exorcisms are by and large something completely foreign to sein, who is in fact an actual priest, but apparently not in any of the ways that seem to count for this particular genre. though demons are very real threats in his world and line of work, they are often their own entities to deal with. possession is both a concept wildly intriguing and incredibly worrying, but he's trying his best not to think too hard on the real-world implications of it all.
it helps that the possessed girl in question is so incredibly distracting.
and he means that in a purely platonic sort of way — though let it be known that walking into the girlish bedroom, perfectly adorned in pinks and fairy lights and an obscene amount of plushies, to find the young woman in question bound to her bed by cushion-lined shackles that force her limbs spread wide to complement how the sheer babydoll nightie she wears already exposes her draws sein's attention in ways he will probably have to re-examine later...
but it seems someone in the props department had forgotten to gag her, too.
sein lifts a hand from the bible he'd been outfitted with, palm out towards her. is he trying to bless her or shut her up?? ]
What does any of that have to do with the demon inside you?
bats my lashes at u. thanks for the food. dw abt length.. setup things. yk how it is
( while demons don't necessarily exist in her world, something adjacent does. monsters are born of corpses, shambling and hungry, but at least they remain corporeal and stay in the bodies that they already had rather than take on another. dealing with the kinds that look like any other person is hard enough as it is - to have to worry about it jumping hosts is a whole set of problems she's glad she doesn't have to contend with.
all that to say, she most certainly shot the writer and director a sharp look when she realizes exactly what role it was she was meant to fill. she'd be a natural, they'd said, and they're lucky to be civilians in more ways than one.
the hand lifted has her narrowing her gaze, stopped halfway with another question that has her testing the binds on her wrists with another forceful tug. the lining on the underside is a small mercy - she would've dug the metal raw into her skin just then.
it doesn't help that she's the sort of girl that gets angry when embarrassed, and the sheer of this excuse of a babydoll isn't helping matters in the slightest. even for a girl that loves attention, this is a bit different!? especially when she can't do much about it except stay laid out on the plush of her bed like a spread at dinner.
the snarl she takes to is genuine - although the fluster and pink cuts down most if its edges - annoyed at having been interrupted. running her mouth is one of her many talents and she's glad that the production team can at least let her keep agency over it. possibly because they're afraid she might just crucify them after filming if they did, but that's irrelevant. )
Has anyone ever told you it's rude to cut someone off like that? ( not that she offered him much space to speak up since his entry, ) Maybe you should be the one tied down instead.
( you know, so she can drill manners into him herself? )
Why don't you come here and undo these things, huh? Maybe then you'll see my point when you take my place!
( since he won't listen to her complain and all!! )
a natural, they'd called her, but without any further context sein really hadn't known what to expect. he hadn't much time to do any sort of research — not that such things were readily available outside of the paltry excuse of a script to begin with. and upon initially walking into the set, he had been bombarded with the indignant shrieking of a young person so spurned he actually wasn't sure how much of it was meant for the camera, and how much of it was meant for him. what had started off at 50/50 is now sitting somewhere more securely at 30/70. and maybe a lesser man might have shied away from such a — scolding? — but unfortunately for nei, sein is a seasoned veteran, graduate with honors in the school of fern discipline.
(this is not something anyone should ever say or think with any level of pride, and yet.) ]
I'll stay on this side of the chains, thanks.
[ to be fair, they look like pretty comfortable chains. her situation could definitely be worse! ]
But I get it — you're confused, you're upset. You may or may not have a demonic entity controlling you from the inside.
[ the bible is utterly useless to him, so it gets set down on the bedside table. some graduate; he still sets it well out of what would have been her arm's reach, had her arms had any reach right now. you know. just in case. ]
Tell me: this anger you feel... is it a particularly violent one?
( another question that makes her test the chains again with another good yank, rattling metal and the wood it's attached to before she finally settles again. there's no question that she has the energy to thrash and potentially break something, but such isn't her role here.
she supposes it isn't really this guy's fault, but he isn't helping either so she doesn't really feel particularly bad about pinning him down with a glare. so yeah, putting the book further off is probably a good idea, even if she's rather secure where she is.
but see, if she weren't some level of livid, she'd have to think about the fact that her dress has gotten displaced in her squirming. hiked up in places, uselessly draped in others - she can only imagine how she looks to him now.
that his eyes yet linger on her instills a smugness that bleeds into her laugh. she's pretty, she knows. glad they can agree on that. she's conveniently ignoring the fact that there's a scene to all this. that he's supposed to do as he does. )
Why, are you scared, Father?
( a title she all but spits, head tilting as she regards him as if she's not the one posted up like an art piece for judgement, inscrutable as she makes her assessment.
[ it is, perhaps, the best and worst thing she could possibly say to him. at once paralyzing and galvanizing, but lucky for the production team of this torrid little film, sein has spent enough time doing a lot of the former.
the surprise flickers out of his expression no sooner than she puts it there, and then he ducks his head and for a moment it looks like he might concede in a way that would utterly ruin the rest of this shoot.
but then a soft sound escapes him — half consideration, half mirth, all rueful examination of all the times he wishes he did instead of didn't.
he's overthinking this. but that's the thing about fresh wounds. ]
Fair enough. Nobody ever got results sitting on their asses, right?
[ he draws himself up, and while the look he trails over her now is more assessing than appreciative, the line blurs a little under all that intensity. ]
Seems to me there's a pretty obvious solution here. If you find yourself so full of negative energy, the best way to relieve you of that is to... relieve you.
[ there on his lips is a shadow of a smile. he always was very good at evaluating a problem and getting right down to the bare bones of it. the script provided a good guideline, of course, but just because it's porn doesn't mean there can't be some logic drawn out of it.
he steps closer. unlike the bible, he places himself entirely within her proximity, thigh brushing against the edge of her bed as he bends at the hip and leans down to meet her eyes. ]
We'll overload your senses with so much pleasure, the demon inside you won't have a single negative thing to latch onto.
[ it's almost clinical, if it weren't for how low his voice dips. rough, like hers had been wrapped around that snarl, but the heat is coming from a much different place. you can't say he can't commit. ]
( she feels like she just watched something click into place, and something in the back of her neck prickles with the sense that perhaps she'd gone too far with that one as he draws closer. he looks at her now with an intent she can't quite discern, but unfortunately, the thing about being met with friction just means it sharpens her tongue even with the warning that she shouldn't push it any further than she already has.
what else could she do anyway? she could hardly seem the prey animal accepting the teeth to her jugular. she's worked tirelessly as a hunter to avoid that very fate in a more literal sense, so she'll stubbornly meet him head on with the same arrogance that fits so comfortably around her demeanor.
it doesn't mean her throat doesn't dry when he makes such a leveled promise while towering over her. she doesn't even realize she's holding her breath until she racks her brain for anything useful in the paltry script to quip back with, lips parted for a beat -
then ultimately settles for something far simpler, incensed, hissed between teeth. )
Fuck you.
( how eloquent. the little lady might as well have been raised on the streets, it's inevitable that some of the mannerisms slip in now and then no matter how hard she clings to old habits. )
[ his lips twist into a smile — something a little roguish, a little out of place on a person decked out in such a pristine black cassock. yes, that smile seems to say, that's the idea, isn't it?
they've definitely gone off script by this point, but none of the production team seems at all concerned. maybe that's because he finally takes some action, moving to set one knee on the mattress just beside her. the bed dips under that knee, and were she not already held pretty securely by all her bonds, she might have rolled right into him from just that difference in weight. ]
We'll start with a simple test.
[ he settles one hand on the leg of hers that's closest to him, just above where her knee falls open. she is small beneath him, though he is quick to note the muscle and strength he can feel under the warm spread of his fingers. she may very well be not all bark after all. ]
Tell me where it hurts, and where it doesn't. And try to keep in mind that the line between pain and pleasure can sometimes not even exist.
( he moves, and she watches as she would when sent to bring something to heel. gauging. studying. the smile on his face is something she'd be thrilled to wipe off the moment she's free, but she's got other things to pay attention to now that he's finally closed some of that distance.
the way she tries to press her knees together is both instinctive and futile, the warmth of his hand over her thigh a tether to the moment that she dare not look away from. the contrast is stark when the room feels as cold as it does to her, it makes it hard to focus on anything else but that hand of his and the words said as a guide, but she's holding steady even if her breath does pick up over it.
her laugh is haughty, if a bit breathless. the ego of a girl who thinks she's invincible is quite something, here she is still barking despite the muzzle over her bite. )
You couldn't hurt me if you tried.
( she prides herself a fighter, after all, and the mentor who'd taught her how hold a sword isn't known by the organization to be gentle even to this day.
not that she's not any less wound up despite her confidence - a hound all too happy to snap her teeth the first chance she gets. )
🧍♂️
now, exorcisms are by and large something completely foreign to sein, who is in fact an actual priest, but apparently not in any of the ways that seem to count for this particular genre. though demons are very real threats in his world and line of work, they are often their own entities to deal with. possession is both a concept wildly intriguing and incredibly worrying, but he's trying his best not to think too hard on the real-world implications of it all.
it helps that the possessed girl in question is so incredibly distracting.
and he means that in a purely platonic sort of way — though let it be known that walking into the girlish bedroom, perfectly adorned in pinks and fairy lights and an obscene amount of plushies, to find the young woman in question bound to her bed by cushion-lined shackles that force her limbs spread wide to complement how the sheer babydoll nightie she wears already exposes her draws sein's attention in ways he will probably have to re-examine later...
but it seems someone in the props department had forgotten to gag her, too.
sein lifts a hand from the bible he'd been outfitted with, palm out towards her. is he trying to bless her or shut her up?? ]
What does any of that have to do with the demon inside you?
bats my lashes at u. thanks for the food. dw abt length.. setup things. yk how it is
all that to say, she most certainly shot the writer and director a sharp look when she realizes exactly what role it was she was meant to fill. she'd be a natural, they'd said, and they're lucky to be civilians in more ways than one.
the hand lifted has her narrowing her gaze, stopped halfway with another question that has her testing the binds on her wrists with another forceful tug. the lining on the underside is a small mercy - she would've dug the metal raw into her skin just then.
it doesn't help that she's the sort of girl that gets angry when embarrassed, and the sheer of this excuse of a babydoll isn't helping matters in the slightest. even for a girl that loves attention, this is a bit different!? especially when she can't do much about it except stay laid out on the plush of her bed like a spread at dinner.
the snarl she takes to is genuine - although the fluster and pink cuts down most if its edges - annoyed at having been interrupted. running her mouth is one of her many talents and she's glad that the production team can at least let her keep agency over it. possibly because they're afraid she might just crucify them after filming if they did, but that's irrelevant. )
Has anyone ever told you it's rude to cut someone off like that? ( not that she offered him much space to speak up since his entry, ) Maybe you should be the one tied down instead.
( you know, so she can drill manners into him herself? )
Why don't you come here and undo these things, huh? Maybe then you'll see my point when you take my place!
( since he won't listen to her complain and all!! )
🍽️🍽️🍽️ ready to feast
a natural, they'd called her, but without any further context sein really hadn't known what to expect. he hadn't much time to do any sort of research — not that such things were readily available outside of the paltry excuse of a script to begin with. and upon initially walking into the set, he had been bombarded with the indignant shrieking of a young person so spurned he actually wasn't sure how much of it was meant for the camera, and how much of it was meant for him. what had started off at 50/50 is now sitting somewhere more securely at 30/70. and maybe a lesser man might have shied away from such a — scolding? — but unfortunately for nei, sein is a seasoned veteran, graduate with honors in the school of fern discipline.
(this is not something anyone should ever say or think with any level of pride, and yet.) ]
I'll stay on this side of the chains, thanks.
[ to be fair, they look like pretty comfortable chains. her situation could definitely be worse! ]
But I get it — you're confused, you're upset. You may or may not have a demonic entity controlling you from the inside.
[ the bible is utterly useless to him, so it gets set down on the bedside table. some graduate; he still sets it well out of what would have been her arm's reach, had her arms had any reach right now. you know. just in case. ]
Tell me: this anger you feel... is it a particularly violent one?
no subject
she supposes it isn't really this guy's fault, but he isn't helping either so she doesn't really feel particularly bad about pinning him down with a glare. so yeah, putting the book further off is probably a good idea, even if she's rather secure where she is.
but see, if she weren't some level of livid, she'd have to think about the fact that her dress has gotten displaced in her squirming. hiked up in places, uselessly draped in others - she can only imagine how she looks to him now.
that his eyes yet linger on her instills a smugness that bleeds into her laugh. she's pretty, she knows. glad they can agree on that. she's conveniently ignoring the fact that there's a scene to all this. that he's supposed to do as he does. )
Why, are you scared, Father?
( a title she all but spits, head tilting as she regards him as if she's not the one posted up like an art piece for judgement, inscrutable as she makes her assessment.
a hum. )
I didn't realize exorcists were such cowards.
no subject
the surprise flickers out of his expression no sooner than she puts it there, and then he ducks his head and for a moment it looks like he might concede in a way that would utterly ruin the rest of this shoot.
but then a soft sound escapes him — half consideration, half mirth, all rueful examination of all the times he wishes he did instead of didn't.
he's overthinking this. but that's the thing about fresh wounds. ]
Fair enough. Nobody ever got results sitting on their asses, right?
[ he draws himself up, and while the look he trails over her now is more assessing than appreciative, the line blurs a little under all that intensity. ]
Seems to me there's a pretty obvious solution here. If you find yourself so full of negative energy, the best way to relieve you of that is to... relieve you.
[ there on his lips is a shadow of a smile. he always was very good at evaluating a problem and getting right down to the bare bones of it. the script provided a good guideline, of course, but just because it's porn doesn't mean there can't be some logic drawn out of it.
he steps closer. unlike the bible, he places himself entirely within her proximity, thigh brushing against the edge of her bed as he bends at the hip and leans down to meet her eyes. ]
We'll overload your senses with so much pleasure, the demon inside you won't have a single negative thing to latch onto.
[ it's almost clinical, if it weren't for how low his voice dips. rough, like hers had been wrapped around that snarl, but the heat is coming from a much different place. you can't say he can't commit. ]
Out with the bad, in with the good... right?
no subject
what else could she do anyway? she could hardly seem the prey animal accepting the teeth to her jugular. she's worked tirelessly as a hunter to avoid that very fate in a more literal sense, so she'll stubbornly meet him head on with the same arrogance that fits so comfortably around her demeanor.
it doesn't mean her throat doesn't dry when he makes such a leveled promise while towering over her. she doesn't even realize she's holding her breath until she racks her brain for anything useful in the paltry script to quip back with, lips parted for a beat -
then ultimately settles for something far simpler, incensed, hissed between teeth. )
Fuck you.
( how eloquent. the little lady might as well have been raised on the streets, it's inevitable that some of the mannerisms slip in now and then no matter how hard she clings to old habits. )
no subject
they've definitely gone off script by this point, but none of the production team seems at all concerned. maybe that's because he finally takes some action, moving to set one knee on the mattress just beside her. the bed dips under that knee, and were she not already held pretty securely by all her bonds, she might have rolled right into him from just that difference in weight. ]
We'll start with a simple test.
[ he settles one hand on the leg of hers that's closest to him, just above where her knee falls open. she is small beneath him, though he is quick to note the muscle and strength he can feel under the warm spread of his fingers. she may very well be not all bark after all. ]
Tell me where it hurts, and where it doesn't. And try to keep in mind that the line between pain and pleasure can sometimes not even exist.
no subject
the way she tries to press her knees together is both instinctive and futile, the warmth of his hand over her thigh a tether to the moment that she dare not look away from. the contrast is stark when the room feels as cold as it does to her, it makes it hard to focus on anything else but that hand of his and the words said as a guide, but she's holding steady even if her breath does pick up over it.
her laugh is haughty, if a bit breathless. the ego of a girl who thinks she's invincible is quite something, here she is still barking despite the muzzle over her bite. )
You couldn't hurt me if you tried.
( she prides herself a fighter, after all, and the mentor who'd taught her how hold a sword isn't known by the organization to be gentle even to this day.
not that she's not any less wound up despite her confidence - a hound all too happy to snap her teeth the first chance she gets. )
So why don't you give it your best shot, old man?