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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.
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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[ she quickly finds his mouth is skilled at more than just his perfectly practiced diplomacy. or is it that she is so starved for physical touch and attention that every move he makes lands an immediate perfect ten?
but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
[ There are sayings about broken clocks being right twice a day, blind squirrels still finding a nut or two, and other such platitudes, but in Ferdinand's case, they appear to be correct. A minimum of fumbling, guided mostly by instinct and attentiveness to her reactions, has rewarded him with some utterly divine reactions. The way that Manuela moves in response, involuntary though it may be, is every bit as captivating and graceful to him as anything she's done on the stage. In fact, he finds himself craving that reaction, wanting it more than anything else in the world.
And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
[ it's... quite sweet, actually. how carefully he's being with her. treating and touching her like she were something delicate, something precious. manuela can't remember the last time anyone had touched her with such — reverence — and it was doing more to arouse her than any touch could ever manage.
not to say the attention on her breast and cunt isn't doing wonders here. by now ferdinand should be well attuned to how sensitive her chest is, when every nip or suck or lick has got her arching up like a woman possessed. without hesitation her thighs part wider, as if to silently encourage that searching hand to probe even deeper. however, when she speaks, it's clear most of her attention is on a certain body part of his, not hers. ]
My... Is this for me?
[ without mercy, her heel digs in with a little more purpose. his rocking hips are soon met with the encouraging grind of her foot, though a part of her wishes she could reach down with her hands instead and get a proper feel of him. she settles instead for dragging her nails up and along the breadth of his shoulders, the plain t-shirt he wears barely asking as an obstruction. ]
You'll have to use more than just that finger, if your aim is to fuck me with this.
[ ah, was that a bit too crass? it seems fitting for the scene though. and if the sudden movement from the man behind the camera (is that one of his hands, slipping down to palm over himself through his own jeans?) is of any indication, the way they are heating up is both right on track and incredibly engaging. ]
[ The taste of her skin upon his mouth is utterly intoxicating, a dimension to this particular experience that even his imagination, vivid though it has been, could never have captured. The way her voice is subtly flavored by pleasure and arousal is utterly thrilling, and to know that he is the cause for it is perhaps the greatest compliment he thinks he could ever receive.
It all makes him wonder how she would taste if he were to lower himself down even more and bury his face between her thighs. How long would she be able to keep her composure if he were to use his tongue, mouth, and fingers to pleasure her? He really must find out.
But a number of things draw his attention away from that thought. First is the insistent press of her heel into his very hard cock, a sensation that makes him crave any sort of attention she can provide. Second, and even more significantly, is the very lovely mental image she paints with her mouth, one in which he is buried to the hilt within her in the heat of passion. The crude language, in fact, doesn't even shock him. Instead, it arouses him.
Oh, he's imagined having her around him on quite a few occasions, but now, it may actually become reality instead of fodder for him to spill his seed to in a moment of weakness alone.
Breathless, he rises from her breast, his eyes cloudy with desire. As much as he loves having her in his mouth, it's becoming clear that neither of them will be satisfied unless this ends in a very particular way. ]
Are you certain? Perhaps you would care to see just what is waiting for you before you decide.
[ His hand moves to undo the fly of his pants, and blindly, he begins to work both of his waistbands down. It's a task made more difficult by his insistence on keeping his finger within her — as well as pulling it back just far enough that a second finger can join it. His gaze even briefly flits downward between her legs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her pretty sex taking in both digits. And there, beneath his thumb, is the small bud that he can touch to really make her sing.
His hips shift as he strokes at her clit, and his gaze drifts back up to her face. He works his waistbands down enough that no longer do his jeans or the boxer briefs keep him contained. Instead, by virtue of fortunate genetics as well as his own physical conditioning, a thick, ruddy, and powerful erection brushes against the edge of her foot. His spare hand wraps around its base, and overcome with a desire to please, he rises on his knees so that she can see everything as he gives it a long, slow stroke. ]
[ and what is she meant to do, when he accosts both her senses at once like that? the sight of him in his hand, tall and proud and thick and ready for her. a pretty shade of red that feels a little out of place to say about a cock that would undoubtedly leave her breathless and keening, already looking so powerful from just the way it throbs against his hand in response to that sinfully slow stroke. and then there is his other hand, two fingers deep into her clenching cunt. the steady strokes of his thumb has got her hips rolling in response; leisurely at first, though the more he works at her clit the more frantic her movements become. ]
My.
[ there is a faint hiccup in her tone. barely there, perhaps not even picked up by the microphone, but undoubtedly obvious to ferdinand, who hovers so close. it catches at the same time her breasts heave on a similarly caught breath, and if he weren't already so dizzy from the knowledge that his childhood crush is already this turned on for him, then surely hearing how she all but stutters in her own breath should do it.
or perhaps it will be that look in her eyes, when they finally drag themselves up from that which he grips so hard. nothing but molten heat in that sweet honey; a hunger so carnal he would be able to feel it pulse right down to the very tip of his cock. here was a strapping young man, with years and years of fortune and honor ahead of him, kneeling before her and looking to her as if she were the thing to be treasured here.
that is the truly awful thing about this place, really. how easily and swiftly it compels her to give into her greediest, most selfish desires. ]
Perhaps it isn't mercy I should give you, but punishment instead... For keeping such a treat from me all this time.
[ she reaches down between her thighs, curling a deceptively strong grip around his wrist. as good as as his touch felt, and as much as she would have liked to indulge in it for hours longer — she feels bubbling within her a sudden sense of urgency. a feeling like: if she doesn't take advantage of this situation now, it may never come to pass again.
and so, never mind what she had said, just minutes prior. she draws his hand away after one last, powerful thrust of his fingers deep inside her. they pull away covered in her slick, a thin string of it still connecting to her sex that has flushed plump with her arousal. this, she spreads wide with some guidance from her own fingers, bearing herself to him without any shame at all. ]
Come here, Ferdinand. Show me how badly you want this.
[ Oh, how dizzying it all is. How fast they're moving. This isn't how Ferdinand had envisioned things going at all, not that he'd ever actually expected the opportunity in the first place. But left to his own devices, he would have tried to woo her first, to express his interest in her and shower her in gestures of affection. They haven't even so much as embraced yet, and here they are, skipping so many steps for the sake of expediency.
And while he's aware that some of the sets have certain mood-enhancing substances imbued within them to ease the performers along, this arousal feels like it's entirely his own. And as he sees Manuela's smoky gaze alight upon his erection, that arousal only builds. The hitch in her breath really puts a nail in the coffin of any doubt he had: she rather likes what she sees.
His hand is pulled away, much to his initial chagrin. But he has neither the time nor the inclination to focus much on it, nor does he give too much thought to just how strong her grip is. No, there's only one thought on his mind: just how much he really does want this. ]
Yes...
[ His voice sounds ravenous, hungry, desperate. It matches the look in his eyes, his gaze drawn down to her pretty sex. Were they not both so eager and impatient, he would love nothing more than to lower himself onto his knees and lavish her with attention from his mouth and tongue and fingers, but that will simply have to wait for now.
He switches hands, finding that the best place to spread that slick she's left around his fingers to be along the length of his own cock. And by the goddess, it feels incredible. How much better will it feel when he's deep inside of her, utterly surrounded it by it, squeezed tight by those strong walls?
He rises onto his feet between her legs, and without hesitation, he wraps an arm behind her waist to both pull her forward on her chair and keep her from sliding off of it. The hand gripping his cock angles it to line its broad, swollen tip with her spread entrance, and as it presses into her, he lets out a held breath caught in his throat. ]
I need this... I need you.
[ Perhaps it's a bit too dramatic of a line for the scene they're doing, but Ferdinand's already started forgetting all about the scene, or the cameras, or the donut-eating crewman keeping a loose eye on things. And as his cock begins to sink into her, stretching her open but well-lubricated by her slick, he lets instinct take over. His hand falls away from his shaft to instead wrap that arm around her as well, keeping her steady as he slips in deeper, slow and steady.
His expression grows so tortured that it looks like at any second, he might just burst. And yet, that fond, warm glow in his eyes never dims. He's all hers now, willing to do anything if it comes in the name of pleasing his princess. ]
[ she should have taken her time. she should have paid attention. she should have stopped long enough to recognize how thoroughly she had let herself get swept up in the moment, in the rush of desire and feeling desired. she, a consummate professional, losing herself in the act to the point she breaks the most sacred rule of theater and allows the lines to blur. where every word he whispers to her feels like something hers and hers alone.
she is a fool, but oh is she a satisfied fool. and for that alone all rational thought evades her, absolutely no room in her mind when her senses are overwhelmed and overstimulated. ferdinand presses into her with a heat so searing and a drag so delicious, she can't even process that it should have hurt. wet as she is, she isn't nearly as prepared as she ought to have been to take in all that he was so eager to give. he is almost too much, in every way, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly be spread wider or speared deeper, he nudges closer another inch or two until she is ultimately left gasping his name. ]
F-Ferdinand—
[ and yet, she can only want more. it's a sweet sort of pain, made all the sweeter by the notion that she might be the one who has made him this hard, this hungry. up top, her hands scramble for a secure grip around his shoulders. in complete contrast to the vice-like one her cunt clamps around him the deeper he sinks into her. her legs, too, hike up to fold behind his waist and pull him in closer until there is not even a millimeter between them. until only their foreheads touch, and their breaths mingle hot and humid between their bowed heads.
need, he says. needs her. how does he know just the right thing to say, to make her heart sing and her cunt throb? when she rocks her hips, the slick sound of her arousal fills in the non-space between them, drawing out a low moan from her lips. ]
Oh, oh please move.
[ she arches, she writhes. she does her best to offer what she can to provide that friction, but her thighs are already quivering and her nails keep sliding down the broad slope of his shoulders. she does not have the purchase but more than that she does not have the strength. she needs him too, completely and immediately, but in a way that only he could give her, in a way that would have her forgetting her own name by the end of it. she can feel it there, in the way he holds her, in the tension on his arms, how easily he could continue to overwhelm her. she hardly cares she is already practically begging for it. ]
[ To think, such an imperfect scenario would somehow still be the moment of his greatest, most forbidden desire coming true. The sensation of her sex surrounding him, even just his tip at first, is almost overwhelming to the senses, and that sensory overload is only made more powerful by the sound of her voice moaning out a name — his name. And once he has all but hilted himself within her, well past the point of no return, it takes every ounce of discipline and willpower he has not to simply lose himself to the experience.
No, he needs to pay attention, he tells himself. He needs to make certain that he remembers everything about this — every touch, every sound, every detail on her face.
His breathing grows heavy and ragged as pleasure and exertion take their toll. It's already hard enough to form coherent thoughts in his mind, and voicing them in such a state would be even more strenuous. So, the only response he can give is a wordless nod against her forehead, followed by the steady but slow swiveling of his hips. His cock slides along the walls of her cunt, coated in her slick, and rather than simply thrusting in and out, he finds himself grinding his pelvis against hers, unable to bear the thought of retreating even an inch from her. ]
Manuela...
[ His arms tighten around her, like she might slip away if he relaxes even a little. And while there are many things he'd like to be doing with his hands right now — oh, how he'd love to just overwhelm her with pleasure by touching every sensitive part of her at once — simply holding her feels like a worthy use of his arms. This is, after all, Manuela.
Of course, his hands might be occupied, but his mouth is not, breathy and incoherent moans aside. He cranes his head to steal a kiss, much bolder and more adventurous than one might expect from a gentleman like Ferdinand. As his eyes close, his lips press against hers, then tug upon her lower one, gently capturing it. The tip of a tongue brushes against her lip. Kissing her is one of the first things he would have liked to do, and perhaps his one regret so far is not having done it sooner. ]
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but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
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And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
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not to say the attention on her breast and cunt isn't doing wonders here. by now ferdinand should be well attuned to how sensitive her chest is, when every nip or suck or lick has got her arching up like a woman possessed. without hesitation her thighs part wider, as if to silently encourage that searching hand to probe even deeper. however, when she speaks, it's clear most of her attention is on a certain body part of his, not hers. ]
My... Is this for me?
[ without mercy, her heel digs in with a little more purpose. his rocking hips are soon met with the encouraging grind of her foot, though a part of her wishes she could reach down with her hands instead and get a proper feel of him. she settles instead for dragging her nails up and along the breadth of his shoulders, the plain t-shirt he wears barely asking as an obstruction. ]
You'll have to use more than just that finger, if your aim is to fuck me with this.
[ ah, was that a bit too crass? it seems fitting for the scene though. and if the sudden movement from the man behind the camera (is that one of his hands, slipping down to palm over himself through his own jeans?) is of any indication, the way they are heating up is both right on track and incredibly engaging. ]
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It all makes him wonder how she would taste if he were to lower himself down even more and bury his face between her thighs. How long would she be able to keep her composure if he were to use his tongue, mouth, and fingers to pleasure her? He really must find out.
But a number of things draw his attention away from that thought. First is the insistent press of her heel into his very hard cock, a sensation that makes him crave any sort of attention she can provide. Second, and even more significantly, is the very lovely mental image she paints with her mouth, one in which he is buried to the hilt within her in the heat of passion. The crude language, in fact, doesn't even shock him. Instead, it arouses him.
Oh, he's imagined having her around him on quite a few occasions, but now, it may actually become reality instead of fodder for him to spill his seed to in a moment of weakness alone.
Breathless, he rises from her breast, his eyes cloudy with desire. As much as he loves having her in his mouth, it's becoming clear that neither of them will be satisfied unless this ends in a very particular way. ]
Are you certain? Perhaps you would care to see just what is waiting for you before you decide.
[ His hand moves to undo the fly of his pants, and blindly, he begins to work both of his waistbands down. It's a task made more difficult by his insistence on keeping his finger within her — as well as pulling it back just far enough that a second finger can join it. His gaze even briefly flits downward between her legs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her pretty sex taking in both digits. And there, beneath his thumb, is the small bud that he can touch to really make her sing.
His hips shift as he strokes at her clit, and his gaze drifts back up to her face. He works his waistbands down enough that no longer do his jeans or the boxer briefs keep him contained. Instead, by virtue of fortunate genetics as well as his own physical conditioning, a thick, ruddy, and powerful erection brushes against the edge of her foot. His spare hand wraps around its base, and overcome with a desire to please, he rises on his knees so that she can see everything as he gives it a long, slow stroke. ]
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My.
[ there is a faint hiccup in her tone. barely there, perhaps not even picked up by the microphone, but undoubtedly obvious to ferdinand, who hovers so close. it catches at the same time her breasts heave on a similarly caught breath, and if he weren't already so dizzy from the knowledge that his childhood crush is already this turned on for him, then surely hearing how she all but stutters in her own breath should do it.
or perhaps it will be that look in her eyes, when they finally drag themselves up from that which he grips so hard. nothing but molten heat in that sweet honey; a hunger so carnal he would be able to feel it pulse right down to the very tip of his cock. here was a strapping young man, with years and years of fortune and honor ahead of him, kneeling before her and looking to her as if she were the thing to be treasured here.
that is the truly awful thing about this place, really. how easily and swiftly it compels her to give into her greediest, most selfish desires. ]
Perhaps it isn't mercy I should give you, but punishment instead... For keeping such a treat from me all this time.
[ she reaches down between her thighs, curling a deceptively strong grip around his wrist. as good as as his touch felt, and as much as she would have liked to indulge in it for hours longer — she feels bubbling within her a sudden sense of urgency. a feeling like: if she doesn't take advantage of this situation now, it may never come to pass again.
and so, never mind what she had said, just minutes prior. she draws his hand away after one last, powerful thrust of his fingers deep inside her. they pull away covered in her slick, a thin string of it still connecting to her sex that has flushed plump with her arousal. this, she spreads wide with some guidance from her own fingers, bearing herself to him without any shame at all. ]
Come here, Ferdinand. Show me how badly you want this.
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And while he's aware that some of the sets have certain mood-enhancing substances imbued within them to ease the performers along, this arousal feels like it's entirely his own. And as he sees Manuela's smoky gaze alight upon his erection, that arousal only builds. The hitch in her breath really puts a nail in the coffin of any doubt he had: she rather likes what she sees.
His hand is pulled away, much to his initial chagrin. But he has neither the time nor the inclination to focus much on it, nor does he give too much thought to just how strong her grip is. No, there's only one thought on his mind: just how much he really does want this. ]
Yes...
[ His voice sounds ravenous, hungry, desperate. It matches the look in his eyes, his gaze drawn down to her pretty sex. Were they not both so eager and impatient, he would love nothing more than to lower himself onto his knees and lavish her with attention from his mouth and tongue and fingers, but that will simply have to wait for now.
He switches hands, finding that the best place to spread that slick she's left around his fingers to be along the length of his own cock. And by the goddess, it feels incredible. How much better will it feel when he's deep inside of her, utterly surrounded it by it, squeezed tight by those strong walls?
He rises onto his feet between her legs, and without hesitation, he wraps an arm behind her waist to both pull her forward on her chair and keep her from sliding off of it. The hand gripping his cock angles it to line its broad, swollen tip with her spread entrance, and as it presses into her, he lets out a held breath caught in his throat. ]
I need this... I need you.
[ Perhaps it's a bit too dramatic of a line for the scene they're doing, but Ferdinand's already started forgetting all about the scene, or the cameras, or the donut-eating crewman keeping a loose eye on things. And as his cock begins to sink into her, stretching her open but well-lubricated by her slick, he lets instinct take over. His hand falls away from his shaft to instead wrap that arm around her as well, keeping her steady as he slips in deeper, slow and steady.
His expression grows so tortured that it looks like at any second, he might just burst. And yet, that fond, warm glow in his eyes never dims. He's all hers now, willing to do anything if it comes in the name of pleasing his princess. ]
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she is a fool, but oh is she a satisfied fool. and for that alone all rational thought evades her, absolutely no room in her mind when her senses are overwhelmed and overstimulated. ferdinand presses into her with a heat so searing and a drag so delicious, she can't even process that it should have hurt. wet as she is, she isn't nearly as prepared as she ought to have been to take in all that he was so eager to give. he is almost too much, in every way, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly be spread wider or speared deeper, he nudges closer another inch or two until she is ultimately left gasping his name. ]
F-Ferdinand—
[ and yet, she can only want more. it's a sweet sort of pain, made all the sweeter by the notion that she might be the one who has made him this hard, this hungry. up top, her hands scramble for a secure grip around his shoulders. in complete contrast to the vice-like one her cunt clamps around him the deeper he sinks into her. her legs, too, hike up to fold behind his waist and pull him in closer until there is not even a millimeter between them. until only their foreheads touch, and their breaths mingle hot and humid between their bowed heads.
need, he says. needs her. how does he know just the right thing to say, to make her heart sing and her cunt throb? when she rocks her hips, the slick sound of her arousal fills in the non-space between them, drawing out a low moan from her lips. ]
Oh, oh please move.
[ she arches, she writhes. she does her best to offer what she can to provide that friction, but her thighs are already quivering and her nails keep sliding down the broad slope of his shoulders. she does not have the purchase but more than that she does not have the strength. she needs him too, completely and immediately, but in a way that only he could give her, in a way that would have her forgetting her own name by the end of it. she can feel it there, in the way he holds her, in the tension on his arms, how easily he could continue to overwhelm her. she hardly cares she is already practically begging for it. ]
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No, he needs to pay attention, he tells himself. He needs to make certain that he remembers everything about this — every touch, every sound, every detail on her face.
His breathing grows heavy and ragged as pleasure and exertion take their toll. It's already hard enough to form coherent thoughts in his mind, and voicing them in such a state would be even more strenuous. So, the only response he can give is a wordless nod against her forehead, followed by the steady but slow swiveling of his hips. His cock slides along the walls of her cunt, coated in her slick, and rather than simply thrusting in and out, he finds himself grinding his pelvis against hers, unable to bear the thought of retreating even an inch from her. ]
Manuela...
[ His arms tighten around her, like she might slip away if he relaxes even a little. And while there are many things he'd like to be doing with his hands right now — oh, how he'd love to just overwhelm her with pleasure by touching every sensitive part of her at once — simply holding her feels like a worthy use of his arms. This is, after all, Manuela.
Of course, his hands might be occupied, but his mouth is not, breathy and incoherent moans aside. He cranes his head to steal a kiss, much bolder and more adventurous than one might expect from a gentleman like Ferdinand. As his eyes close, his lips press against hers, then tug upon her lower one, gently capturing it. The tip of a tongue brushes against her lip. Kissing her is one of the first things he would have liked to do, and perhaps his one regret so far is not having done it sooner. ]