【 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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G'raha isn't sure how the outfit that he'd found once in the closet in his room previously, tried on, and prompty discarded had ended up in the wardrobe department here, but he wasn't going to question things at the moment. The garment, while neither comfortable nor practical, and while the hair and makeup artists had decided that he didn't need much makeup other than some shimmering body oil, they opted to take his hair down from its braid, the auburn strands hanging past his shoulders. The worst part of the whole get-up, in his opinion, were the ornaments on his tail- just enough compression on a still newly-more-sensitive part of his body for him to already be half hard by the time he was escorted onto set.
He swallows firmly but flashes the person near the comfortable looking pit a smile despite his nerves. It's still an odd thing to him, having his body being so entirely on display-- and for seemingly public consumption, to boot. His feline ears perk up slightly, and he hops down into the cushioned, recessed area. The landing is easy, and he curls his toes into plush fabric, motioning for his co-star to join him. Might as well explore the space before they have to 'act'.
With a few more adjustments and a delicate fluffing up of his hair, the crew backs off to make some final technical shifts, leaving him to finally meet his co-star in this ordeal. The poor guy looks uncomfortable, but attractive nonetheless. He feels an urge to apologize in spite of them being in the same predicament. Best to be friendly, especially considering the gist of what he was given by the 'script'.
Karmin settles himself down in the pit more carefully, clearly not accustomed to this kind of setting, though whether it's because of the conceit, the luxury, or sharing the space is anyone's guess. He manages to nudge a few cushions into a more convenient lounging position and crosses his legs, revealing more clearly that he's wearing nothing under the sheer fabric wrapped around his hips. Sitting this close to him, G'raha would almost certainly feel the sheer amount of warmth that radiates off of him courtesy of the blood he was hatched with.
"I feel like I should probably introduce myself," he muses, offering a smile in return. "Unless you prefer anonymity."
G'raha had only given his script a cursory glance over while having his hair removed from its usual plait, but this isn't his first time on a set since the unusal, bird-headed beings arrived earlier on. Scripts, while guidelines for some, aren't all that necessary... as long as some form of sex ends up happening, then everyone seems to be happy.
That's what the House desires, after all. There's much and more of the mystery to uncover, but it will have to wait.
For now, the mage will play his part-- perhaps not with the correct lines, but with the correct feeling, for certain.
He's quite for a moment as he looks the grey-skinned being over, the warmth pouring off of him a welcome distraction from the trappings of his own attire, the way he feels just a few shivers away from catching a cold. He's a Seeker of the Sun by blood, and thus has always done much better with heat than cold. He leans a touch closer, and shifts just enough to push his hair behind his shoulders.
"No reason for it! G'raha Tia, at your service," he offers with as much of a bow as he can manage while seated, and his ears wiggle happily at his introduction.
The unusual appearance of those owl-people was mostly going ignored by the troll; by his metric, they really didn't seem all that odd at all. Even G'raha wasn't all that strange to him; honestly, he reminds Karmin a bit of the olive-blooded tribespeople, though his hues were much warmer.
The attitude presented is also a breath of fresh air, and Karmin can only smile more openly as he replies, "Karmin Vantas. It's a pleasure to meet you."
When G'raha leans closer, Karmin realizes that he must be cold in his getup, and moves to accommodate, making a space against him where the cushions had already warmed substantially. It certainly helps him here that he's an affectionate person, and welcoming in someone that he's only just met has been a long-standing pattern. What he was scripted to do next was really only an additional step further.
"You could tell me a little bit about yourself. What you'd like, at least; I'd like this to be enjoyable after all." Subtly shifting his role in the script into a more gracious sort of "demon king", as the domineering figure it first suggested didn't necessarily feel right to him.
"Karmin," G'raha echoes to ensure he'll pronounce it correctly moving forward. He flashes a grateful smile when that warm spot is offered to him, carefully scooting over and settling close. His sigh of relief is only barely audible, his crimson eyes briefly fluttering closed.
"Thank you," he murmurs, so gently that his lips barely move, that none of the recording equipment can even pick it up. The words that follow cause a flush to rise to his cheeks, and his ears twitch back briefly. Even after almost two months here at the resort, speaking about his, ah... preferences hasn't gotten any easier. He's still learning things about himself, given how little experience he had before his arrival.
"It... feels like a bit of an easy answer to give, but I enjoy most things I've tried, or think I would enjoy many things I've heard of..." He gently clears his throat, fighting back the urge to grasp hold of his own tail and hold it close, as it's far too sensitive for such a thing after recent events. "I should warn you, however, that my bodily fluids are aphrodisiacs."
This close, he can hear G'raha's murmuring, and Karmin smiles warmly. One hand settles on the other's arm and rubs gently up and down to give him a bit more warmth from the friction of it.
His eyes meet G'raha's, the candy-red shade of his own taking in more details of his face. The markings and the pinkness, the touch of bashfulness. He is very cute.
"That's good, being open helps people find common ground," he replies easily. At the mention of fluids though, it's Karmin's turn to be just a bit shy. "I hope you don't mind it, but I tend to produce copious amounts of material." Not a strange thing by his people's standards, but he doesn't know what the people here might be used to.
Another soft sigh parts G'raha's lips at the touch, the way his arm is rubbed to offer just that extra bit of warmth that his outfit is sorely lacking. "I agree," he says with a brief but firm nod.
The words that follow do cause him to blink, but his cheeks only grow all the more blushed. "N-no, I do not mind. I... rather think that I enjoy that kind of thing..." His time in the Omegadome two moons prior had altered people's bodies for the duration of their time there, and copious amounts of material had seemed the norm, at least until he had experience outside of it.
Karmin's brows arch, his smile slightly crooked at the assurance that it would be fine. He glances away from their quiet conversation when he hears that they're about to start rolling, briefly having forgotten that they were going to be on camera.
The script had called for forcefulness, even aggression, and Karmin has only the vaguest idea of how he would even want to approach it.
He considers, just for a moment, the environment that he'd come up in. The behavior of those more aggressive trolls on the spectrum, with their blood coming dangerously close to tipping back into his own territory. They were much better at it than he was, but he could pretend just for a little while. So, with a move that he could imagine from someone far bigger than himself, Karmin wraps a broad hand around G'raha's leg behind the knee to pull and arrange him over the top of strong grey-skinned thighs. The other hand cups under the other's chin, a thumb pressing down the soft lower lip and a dull yellow claw hooking just inside G'raha's mouth.
Follow my lead, he mouths, then lets his voice drop and hit a rumbling growl. "Aren't you interesting...not the sort that we get around here very often at all. I wonder if you've already been broken in." He feels a little weird talking like that, but he reminds himself that he's playing a role. He would make it worthwhile.
The audible reminder that what happens next is going to be watched does briefly cause G'raha's ears to droop, but before he can dwell on it enough to get nervous about the proceedings, he's shifted to be straddling Karmin's lap, held in place with a hand on his chin and a thumb between his lips. A shiver of desire courses through his whole body that he's absolutely powerless to stop, heat quick to rise to his cheeks. His eyes go hooded, and his slitted pupils start to widen toward circles in short order.
Follow my lead. Of course, though G'raha hadn't intended to do otherwise. The change of Karmin's voice has him shifting, just slightly, one hand curling against the breadth of a shoulder in order to help steady himself, tip of his tail swatting against a nearby pillow.
"Nnh," he manages with a faint shake of his head, unwilling to talk around the thumb in his mouth or dislodge it on his own. He does, however, let his tongue curl against that heated skin, the claw that accompanies it.
The lighting around them goes dark as if on cue, a drift of smoke from a nearby machine drifting across the floor. It all seems like a little much to him personally, but then again, he's also never been put in a position quite like this.
Karmin's smile grows, warm and easygoing, quite unlike the part he's supposed to be playing. He's enjoying himself so far, and it seems like G'raha is as well. So the more into it his partner seems to get, the more encouraged he really is, and the hand at G'raha's leg slides up the muscle of his thigh to grip his backside just shy of his tail and the jewelry around it. Between them, the heat intensifies, and his barely-clothed groin presses up to meet the stretched fabric of the other's costume. He could tear it with a claw, if he wanted to.
"Tell me, have you ever been with someone like me before?" he murmurs, deep red eyes fixed on G'raha's face while at the same time, his hand curls around that twitching tail.
G'raha's pupils widen fully when the scene goes mostly dark, taking in as much light as possible. The way Karmin's hand shifts on his thigh and to his rear coaxes forth a breathless little moan, the sound deepening when he feels the press of a groin against his own.
It's so warm, he's so warm; but it isn't like the heat he experienced during his first days at the resort, in the Omegadome. It way well still be carnal, but in a different way entirely. It makes it difficult for him to focus, to think, and he's on the verge of answering that question only for there to be contact to his tail.
His back arches sharply-- it still isn't enough for him to slip Karmin's thumb from his mouth though only just-- and a strangled sound is torn from the depths of his throat, his body swift to react to such a jolt of pleasure.
"Nn... Nn-nn," he gets out a moment later, with another little shake of his head.
Karmin's constant warmth could be stifling in small spaces, but in this pit, surrounded by silks and cushions, it was comfortable enough to possibly even nap in, if the production runners allowed it. For now though, they had a job to do.
A """job""".
Karmin's deep red eyes flash in the lighting from overhead, yellow sclera lending to the slightly evil vibe that the direction might have wanted, and his teeth poke from between his lips as he opens up to graze the points of them along the front of G'raha's throat.
"Then this will be fun," he breathes with a reverberating baritone that had once served him well in front of crowds. At the same time, his hand massages slowly at the base of G'raha's tail to work him up further. Between them, the air is near sweltering, and a sweet scent permeates their immediate vicinity, like gently crushed ripe cherries. Something hot and wet curls against the other's inner thigh, and Karmin searches his scene partner's face for any sign of a reaction.
G'raha's next inhale is a shaky one, interrupted by the feel of pointed teeth against the thin skin of his throat so he can moan around the thumb still in his mouth. His eyes roll back and then closed when his tail starts to be rubbed like that, and while he doesn't know just what he can feel against his inner thigh, it still feels good.
He feels almost as though he's prey caught in the lair of some great beast, except for the fact that he's here willingly. Another breath, a careful one, and he reaches up to brace one hand on Karmin's forearm, trying to coax him to press his thumb in deeper. "Mmh..."
Karmin's thumb pushes deeper in as bidden, and hooks gently to the side to use the corner of G'raha's mouth as leverage, giving him access to the entire stretch of the other's neck that he peppers with bites. The other hand hooks under G'raha's knee and lifts it until he can prop one foot on a sturdy thigh. A claw hooks into the skimpy, stretchy underthings that are all that's keeping him contained.
The moment that he's pulled it aside, no time is wasted before that same wet, slick tendril has found its way there, and more than that, Karmin has used a finger to guide it to wind around the other's shaft and squeeze. The sweet scent intensified, and Karmin groans deeply against the underside of G'raha's chin.
He doesn't know this anatomy. He won't let that stop him from enjoying himself.
Lights, Camera...
He swallows firmly but flashes the person near the comfortable looking pit a smile despite his nerves. It's still an odd thing to him, having his body being so entirely on display-- and for seemingly public consumption, to boot. His feline ears perk up slightly, and he hops down into the cushioned, recessed area. The landing is easy, and he curls his toes into plush fabric, motioning for his co-star to join him. Might as well explore the space before they have to 'act'.
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Karmin settles himself down in the pit more carefully, clearly not accustomed to this kind of setting, though whether it's because of the conceit, the luxury, or sharing the space is anyone's guess. He manages to nudge a few cushions into a more convenient lounging position and crosses his legs, revealing more clearly that he's wearing nothing under the sheer fabric wrapped around his hips. Sitting this close to him, G'raha would almost certainly feel the sheer amount of warmth that radiates off of him courtesy of the blood he was hatched with.
"I feel like I should probably introduce myself," he muses, offering a smile in return. "Unless you prefer anonymity."
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That's what the House desires, after all. There's much and more of the mystery to uncover, but it will have to wait.
For now, the mage will play his part-- perhaps not with the correct lines, but with the correct feeling, for certain.
He's quite for a moment as he looks the grey-skinned being over, the warmth pouring off of him a welcome distraction from the trappings of his own attire, the way he feels just a few shivers away from catching a cold. He's a Seeker of the Sun by blood, and thus has always done much better with heat than cold. He leans a touch closer, and shifts just enough to push his hair behind his shoulders.
"No reason for it! G'raha Tia, at your service," he offers with as much of a bow as he can manage while seated, and his ears wiggle happily at his introduction.
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The attitude presented is also a breath of fresh air, and Karmin can only smile more openly as he replies, "Karmin Vantas. It's a pleasure to meet you."
When G'raha leans closer, Karmin realizes that he must be cold in his getup, and moves to accommodate, making a space against him where the cushions had already warmed substantially. It certainly helps him here that he's an affectionate person, and welcoming in someone that he's only just met has been a long-standing pattern. What he was scripted to do next was really only an additional step further.
"You could tell me a little bit about yourself. What you'd like, at least; I'd like this to be enjoyable after all." Subtly shifting his role in the script into a more gracious sort of "demon king", as the domineering figure it first suggested didn't necessarily feel right to him.
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"Thank you," he murmurs, so gently that his lips barely move, that none of the recording equipment can even pick it up. The words that follow cause a flush to rise to his cheeks, and his ears twitch back briefly. Even after almost two months here at the resort, speaking about his, ah... preferences hasn't gotten any easier. He's still learning things about himself, given how little experience he had before his arrival.
"It... feels like a bit of an easy answer to give, but I enjoy most things I've tried, or think I would enjoy many things I've heard of..." He gently clears his throat, fighting back the urge to grasp hold of his own tail and hold it close, as it's far too sensitive for such a thing after recent events. "I should warn you, however, that my bodily fluids are aphrodisiacs."
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His eyes meet G'raha's, the candy-red shade of his own taking in more details of his face. The markings and the pinkness, the touch of bashfulness. He is very cute.
"That's good, being open helps people find common ground," he replies easily. At the mention of fluids though, it's Karmin's turn to be just a bit shy. "I hope you don't mind it, but I tend to produce copious amounts of material." Not a strange thing by his people's standards, but he doesn't know what the people here might be used to.
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The words that follow do cause him to blink, but his cheeks only grow all the more blushed. "N-no, I do not mind. I... rather think that I enjoy that kind of thing..." His time in the Omegadome two moons prior had altered people's bodies for the duration of their time there, and copious amounts of material had seemed the norm, at least until he had experience outside of it.
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The script had called for forcefulness, even aggression, and Karmin has only the vaguest idea of how he would even want to approach it.
He considers, just for a moment, the environment that he'd come up in. The behavior of those more aggressive trolls on the spectrum, with their blood coming dangerously close to tipping back into his own territory. They were much better at it than he was, but he could pretend just for a little while. So, with a move that he could imagine from someone far bigger than himself, Karmin wraps a broad hand around G'raha's leg behind the knee to pull and arrange him over the top of strong grey-skinned thighs. The other hand cups under the other's chin, a thumb pressing down the soft lower lip and a dull yellow claw hooking just inside G'raha's mouth.
Follow my lead, he mouths, then lets his voice drop and hit a rumbling growl. "Aren't you interesting...not the sort that we get around here very often at all. I wonder if you've already been broken in." He feels a little weird talking like that, but he reminds himself that he's playing a role. He would make it worthwhile.
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Follow my lead. Of course, though G'raha hadn't intended to do otherwise. The change of Karmin's voice has him shifting, just slightly, one hand curling against the breadth of a shoulder in order to help steady himself, tip of his tail swatting against a nearby pillow.
"Nnh," he manages with a faint shake of his head, unwilling to talk around the thumb in his mouth or dislodge it on his own. He does, however, let his tongue curl against that heated skin, the claw that accompanies it.
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Karmin's smile grows, warm and easygoing, quite unlike the part he's supposed to be playing. He's enjoying himself so far, and it seems like G'raha is as well. So the more into it his partner seems to get, the more encouraged he really is, and the hand at G'raha's leg slides up the muscle of his thigh to grip his backside just shy of his tail and the jewelry around it. Between them, the heat intensifies, and his barely-clothed groin presses up to meet the stretched fabric of the other's costume. He could tear it with a claw, if he wanted to.
"Tell me, have you ever been with someone like me before?" he murmurs, deep red eyes fixed on G'raha's face while at the same time, his hand curls around that twitching tail.
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It's so warm, he's so warm; but it isn't like the heat he experienced during his first days at the resort, in the Omegadome. It way well still be carnal, but in a different way entirely. It makes it difficult for him to focus, to think, and he's on the verge of answering that question only for there to be contact to his tail.
His back arches sharply-- it still isn't enough for him to slip Karmin's thumb from his mouth though only just-- and a strangled sound is torn from the depths of his throat, his body swift to react to such a jolt of pleasure.
"Nn... Nn-nn," he gets out a moment later, with another little shake of his head.
Sorry for the delay!
A """job""".
Karmin's deep red eyes flash in the lighting from overhead, yellow sclera lending to the slightly evil vibe that the direction might have wanted, and his teeth poke from between his lips as he opens up to graze the points of them along the front of G'raha's throat.
"Then this will be fun," he breathes with a reverberating baritone that had once served him well in front of crowds. At the same time, his hand massages slowly at the base of G'raha's tail to work him up further. Between them, the air is near sweltering, and a sweet scent permeates their immediate vicinity, like gently crushed ripe cherries. Something hot and wet curls against the other's inner thigh, and Karmin searches his scene partner's face for any sign of a reaction.
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He feels almost as though he's prey caught in the lair of some great beast, except for the fact that he's here willingly. Another breath, a careful one, and he reaches up to brace one hand on Karmin's forearm, trying to coax him to press his thumb in deeper. "Mmh..."
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The moment that he's pulled it aside, no time is wasted before that same wet, slick tendril has found its way there, and more than that, Karmin has used a finger to guide it to wind around the other's shaft and squeeze. The sweet scent intensified, and Karmin groans deeply against the underside of G'raha's chin.
He doesn't know this anatomy. He won't let that stop him from enjoying himself.