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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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( now, now. what does he think he's reaching for? this is hers now. it was kind of him to share, but he was also happy to ignore her until she made herself his problem.
so! a problem she will be.
she could just swat his hand away. it'd get her point across rather well. but instead, she swipes to grab his wrist to keep it from even touching the metal of the canteen, pinning it there while she so sweetly regards him. she doesn't know he's a weaponsmith, but as a swordsman she has plenty of confidence in her grip.
indelicate, perhaps, compared to the fine fabric and the thin chain that would undoubtably snap at the slightest pull. it doesn't fit the image of the dainty and frail, but that's okay.
there's reason why seafarers and their legends warn all others of their fierceness in all other aspect besides their looks and song. )
And yet here you are staring.
( which she doesn't mind. in fact? she's thriving under that stellar focus. )
[ that's a firm grip — firmer than he expected, given her appearance. but if he looks closer, past the frills and lace and chains, there's the definition of muscle in her abdomen and arms; callouses along her palms and fingers that he recognizes from swordsmanship. you don't get callouses like that outside of years of training. interesting.
since she's denying him his water, which was his to begin with, he decides to go for the next best thing: his fingers shift to wrap around her arm, just enough to get a grip before tugging her closer. it's not enough to get her to topple off her perch, but close enough where, if he were to lean in a little more, they'd be nose to nose. ]
You don't like it? [ staring, he means. and since he's dropped all pretenses now, he doesn't bother to hide it anymore, reaching up with his free hand to carefully test the give of that thin chain. ] That's what you wanted, isn't it.
( he grabs her arm, and she doesn't bother to shake him off. after all, why would she? she's the one who started this particular altercation. not that it makes her anywhere near prepared for the strength in his own grip when she's now made subject to it. he's got quite the upper body strength, as it turns out, all hidden beneath the drape of a fine silken top.
and now that he's properly in what she'd consider to be her space, she can get a proper look at him. and my, what an annoyingly pretty face. her eyes linger from the beauty mark on his cheek down to that smart mouth of his, and she's not sure she's ever been seized by the need to bite down on something quite this strongly before.
any other time she might've protest the possibility of her costume being ruined, the proper girl in her wanting to keep what she's been fitted with in good condition in its return. but here she thinks that perhaps the point of its delicacy is precisely so it can be shredded through should the need call for it.
so instead of also taking his wandering hand into her custody, she drags her nails up that forearm with a thoughtful hum. encouragement. just to see what he'd do with permission. )
If anything, I don't think what you're giving me is enough.
[ natsuki's never considered his appearance very much; there wasn't a need to, when he's spent so much of his time in the lab tinkering with his projects. but he sees the way she looks at him now and it sends something hot down his spine, the drag of her nails along his arm making something in his gut tighten, gooseflesh pebbling in her wake. he can't immediately tell if he likes it, but the newness of it holds him in place, makes him curious enough for more.
his fingers follow the chain up over the curve of her chest, knuckles brushing against her skin until he finds that bit of water she'd spilled. he brushes it away with the pad of his index finger, bringing it up to his mouth afterwards to lick it off. ]
Then you should tell me what you want.
[ listen... consent is sexy. but also, he's never done any of this before. ]
( curious as she is to know just where his hand is going, she can't find it in her to tear her eyes off of him just yet no matter how his touch might spark such a lovely sear of heat.
not especially when he finds what he's looking for in his brief bit of exploration, her eyes watching with rapt attention as the pink of his tongue laps up the mess she'd made off his thumb. oh my. it seems that he's been watching more attentively than she previously thought if he managed to follow where it's gone.
so she can't possibly be blamed for clawing up his arm to sink her nails into his wrist, bringing the whole of his hand to her mouth that she might take her turn brushing her lips along his palm, the tip of her nose following the line of his index until she can press the lightest little kiss on the tip of it.
it just looked so much like he liked how it tasted, so she was just curious.
she seems to have drawn some kind of conclusion from it considering how her lids fall halfway, now loosely entwining their fingers together with the excuse of guiding it to her waist. she's hardly experienced, but she knows enough to determine that she liked how the roughness of his hand felt on her flushed skin.
the look she gives him now almost seems amused, like he should know by now what she's about to say. )
Touch me more. ( she's not telling him more than she's demanding it, really. with said pretenses gone, this is all that's left. a ravenous hunger. a cloying need. ) And I want you to shut up and kiss me.
[ as rough as his hand is, marred with scars and callouses from a lifetime of dedicating himself to his craft, he can't clearly feel her lips against it. but he can feel the warmth of her, the trail of it across his palm and up his finger; the fleeting pressure her mouth against the pad of it. the sight is more than enough to make up for the lack of sensation, however, and it's dangerously easy to imagine his finger as something else entirely. whether it's a result of this place he's found himself in or her own allure, he can't tell, but the image stirs him up all the same: his cock twitches in the confines of his trousers, eyes blown dark with arousal.
his hand is on her waist before he's really conscious of it, fingers pressing into warm skin and gauzy lace. she's so soft it makes his fingers tingle, smoothing further over her side until he can spread the breadth of his palm over the bare skin of her lower back. from there, he presses her forward, a wordless request for her to lean in, to slip off her perch to settle into his lap.
easier for him to kiss her, after all. he starts off surprisingly chaste despite the way he's been touching her — careful in the way he would be when handling something new, slow and methodical. ]
14 comments to get to a kiss they're doing so much better this time
( she makes a decision then and there, decisive and snappy as ever, that she wouldn't mind if he just looked at her like that for awhile. that flicker of interest over an expression that was just so impassive seconds prior is more than enough to make her want to sink her claws in properly.
so she allows him to tug her over, readily taking her place on her new perch with something of a girlish giggle and her arms snaking around his neck. truly, this is the smugness of a girl who's won a contest she hadn't even bothered to set rules down for.
the care he takes in drawing her in is unexpected but she wont complain - letting her lashes fall shut as he closes the rest of the distance. any other time perhaps she would've had a complaint about her lip gloss getting smeared before the shooting even began despite being the one to have asked, but she can't really find it in her to do much beyond trying to match his pace as he takes his sweet time figuring her out.
this doesn't mean she does not bite his lip eventually, but at least she doesn't aim to bruise - not with her teeth anyway. judging by how her nails sink into the tops of his shoulders and how they might just tear the soft fabric of his shirt when she drags them down his chest, she's intent to leave him with something to remember her by one way or the other. )
[ the teasing edge of her nails against his skin coaxes a low hum that gets muffled against her mouth, the silken material parting beneath the press of her fingers. the gloss she was wearing makes her lips slippery but he doesn't mind it, dragging his tongue along the curve of her lower lip before licking into her mouth. she tastes as sweet as she looks, even if he knows now that she isn't, not entirely, and there's a nonzero chance that at any moment she would be more than happy to dictate the pace instead. she's unpredictable, but he likes that.
he adjusts himself to her without really thinking about it, one arm wrapping around her waist for support given the fact that she still has her tail, and the other settled on her hip. but curiosity gets the better of him and he doesn't bother to hide it as that hand wanders again. she's deceptively slight, all firm muscle hidden beneath soft skin, warm and pliant despite her haughty demeanor. he wants to pull her apart piece by piece, figure out what makes her tick before putting her back together again.
his fingers skim low, brushing the curve of her ass before sliding back up again to dig into her hip, thumb pressing into the crease where her groin meets thigh. he won't go any further, but he also wants to see what he can get away with. ]
a soft sigh, a satisfied hum, she leans into the kiss the moment he takes it upon himself to have a better taste so she might help herself as well. the careful and tender moment quickly turning more urgent. he wants to take her apart, and she wants to take him down. so she's not shy about burying her fingers into his hair to grab a fistful of it, keeping him steady until she's happily robbed them both of breath while he explores the rest of her.
it's not until she's on the verge of getting lightheaded does she finally breaks away with a gasp, one that ends with something of a whine when his hand wanders so close to where she wants him.
knowing full well that her frustration with the tail would only build the longer he plays around, she smooths her free hand right into the distractingly low dip of his shirt to see if she might tempt him with another offer instead as she skims her nails along the jut of his hip. )
Don't mess my tail up.
( it's inevitable and she knows it, but that pride of hers wants to see him falter first.
the kiss she presses to his jaw is almost sweet, as are the nips with her teeth as she mouths her way down his neck to settle on his bared collar. it's more a warning though, because she's far less gentle about leaving her mark there with lips and teeth when she's deemed a spot apt for it.
then she has the gall to drag the pink of her tongue over the bruise as her gaze flicks back up at him. apologetic as the gesture may seem, she doesn't seem the least bit so. )
Push my bangs back for me?
( it's getting in her way, and she needs her hands. )
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so! a problem she will be.
she could just swat his hand away. it'd get her point across rather well. but instead, she swipes to grab his wrist to keep it from even touching the metal of the canteen, pinning it there while she so sweetly regards him. she doesn't know he's a weaponsmith, but as a swordsman she has plenty of confidence in her grip.
indelicate, perhaps, compared to the fine fabric and the thin chain that would undoubtably snap at the slightest pull. it doesn't fit the image of the dainty and frail, but that's okay.
there's reason why seafarers and their legends warn all others of their fierceness in all other aspect besides their looks and song. )
And yet here you are staring.
( which she doesn't mind. in fact? she's thriving under that stellar focus. )
You could stand to be a little more honest.
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since she's denying him his water, which was his to begin with, he decides to go for the next best thing: his fingers shift to wrap around her arm, just enough to get a grip before tugging her closer. it's not enough to get her to topple off her perch, but close enough where, if he were to lean in a little more, they'd be nose to nose. ]
You don't like it? [ staring, he means. and since he's dropped all pretenses now, he doesn't bother to hide it anymore, reaching up with his free hand to carefully test the give of that thin chain. ] That's what you wanted, isn't it.
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and now that he's properly in what she'd consider to be her space, she can get a proper look at him. and my, what an annoyingly pretty face. her eyes linger from the beauty mark on his cheek down to that smart mouth of his, and she's not sure she's ever been seized by the need to bite down on something quite this strongly before.
any other time she might've protest the possibility of her costume being ruined, the proper girl in her wanting to keep what she's been fitted with in good condition in its return. but here she thinks that perhaps the point of its delicacy is precisely so it can be shredded through should the need call for it.
so instead of also taking his wandering hand into her custody, she drags her nails up that forearm with a thoughtful hum. encouragement. just to see what he'd do with permission. )
If anything, I don't think what you're giving me is enough.
( how greedy. )
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his fingers follow the chain up over the curve of her chest, knuckles brushing against her skin until he finds that bit of water she'd spilled. he brushes it away with the pad of his index finger, bringing it up to his mouth afterwards to lick it off. ]
Then you should tell me what you want.
[ listen... consent is sexy. but also, he's never done any of this before. ]
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not especially when he finds what he's looking for in his brief bit of exploration, her eyes watching with rapt attention as the pink of his tongue laps up the mess she'd made off his thumb. oh my. it seems that he's been watching more attentively than she previously thought if he managed to follow where it's gone.
so she can't possibly be blamed for clawing up his arm to sink her nails into his wrist, bringing the whole of his hand to her mouth that she might take her turn brushing her lips along his palm, the tip of her nose following the line of his index until she can press the lightest little kiss on the tip of it.
it just looked so much like he liked how it tasted, so she was just curious.
she seems to have drawn some kind of conclusion from it considering how her lids fall halfway, now loosely entwining their fingers together with the excuse of guiding it to her waist. she's hardly experienced, but she knows enough to determine that she liked how the roughness of his hand felt on her flushed skin.
the look she gives him now almost seems amused, like he should know by now what she's about to say. )
Touch me more. ( she's not telling him more than she's demanding it, really. with said pretenses gone, this is all that's left. a ravenous hunger. a cloying need. ) And I want you to shut up and kiss me.
( think that was clear enough? )
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his hand is on her waist before he's really conscious of it, fingers pressing into warm skin and gauzy lace. she's so soft it makes his fingers tingle, smoothing further over her side until he can spread the breadth of his palm over the bare skin of her lower back. from there, he presses her forward, a wordless request for her to lean in, to slip off her perch to settle into his lap.
easier for him to kiss her, after all. he starts off surprisingly chaste despite the way he's been touching her — careful in the way he would be when handling something new, slow and methodical. ]
14 comments to get to a kiss they're doing so much better this time
so she allows him to tug her over, readily taking her place on her new perch with something of a girlish giggle and her arms snaking around his neck. truly, this is the smugness of a girl who's won a contest she hadn't even bothered to set rules down for.
the care he takes in drawing her in is unexpected but she wont complain - letting her lashes fall shut as he closes the rest of the distance. any other time perhaps she would've had a complaint about her lip gloss getting smeared before the shooting even began despite being the one to have asked, but she can't really find it in her to do much beyond trying to match his pace as he takes his sweet time figuring her out.
this doesn't mean she does not bite his lip eventually, but at least she doesn't aim to bruise - not with her teeth anyway. judging by how her nails sink into the tops of his shoulders and how they might just tear the soft fabric of his shirt when she drags them down his chest, she's intent to leave him with something to remember her by one way or the other. )
proud of them
he adjusts himself to her without really thinking about it, one arm wrapping around her waist for support given the fact that she still has her tail, and the other settled on her hip. but curiosity gets the better of him and he doesn't bother to hide it as that hand wanders again. she's deceptively slight, all firm muscle hidden beneath soft skin, warm and pliant despite her haughty demeanor. he wants to pull her apart piece by piece, figure out what makes her tick before putting her back together again.
his fingers skim low, brushing the curve of her ass before sliding back up again to dig into her hip, thumb pressing into the crease where her groin meets thigh. he won't go any further, but he also wants to see what he can get away with. ]
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a soft sigh, a satisfied hum, she leans into the kiss the moment he takes it upon himself to have a better taste so she might help herself as well. the careful and tender moment quickly turning more urgent. he wants to take her apart, and she wants to take him down. so she's not shy about burying her fingers into his hair to grab a fistful of it, keeping him steady until she's happily robbed them both of breath while he explores the rest of her.
it's not until she's on the verge of getting lightheaded does she finally breaks away with a gasp, one that ends with something of a whine when his hand wanders so close to where she wants him.
knowing full well that her frustration with the tail would only build the longer he plays around, she smooths her free hand right into the distractingly low dip of his shirt to see if she might tempt him with another offer instead as she skims her nails along the jut of his hip. )
Don't mess my tail up.
( it's inevitable and she knows it, but that pride of hers wants to see him falter first.
the kiss she presses to his jaw is almost sweet, as are the nips with her teeth as she mouths her way down his neck to settle on his bared collar. it's more a warning though, because she's far less gentle about leaving her mark there with lips and teeth when she's deemed a spot apt for it.
then she has the gall to drag the pink of her tongue over the bruise as her gaze flicks back up at him. apologetic as the gesture may seem, she doesn't seem the least bit so. )
Push my bangs back for me?
( it's getting in her way, and she needs her hands. )
Then hold it there.
( surely her intentions are clear by now, no? )