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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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Dammit, it was only a surprise! He never thought Hiyori would actually manifest something like that! Thought he was just some damn normal human who could sing, dance, and act well. Had the hotel done something to him, or did he get taught by some other fucking extra? Bakugo quickly blinks away the stun in his eyes, scowling at himself and growling. Not like he hasn't been on the other side of countless explosions and his own Stun Grenade attack; his body has a natural resistance to his explosions and the like, even if other people's blasts can still catch him off guard. But sucks for them, he recovers quickly.
Enough to hear Hiyori gloating.]
You don't know a damn thing about what's "too much" for me! [Already adjusted to the glare, the dragon swivels his head back down and around, tongue flicking serpentine and somewhat threatening between his salivating maw. So tempting to bite him in half for sheer cheek! Or flick him into the lava. Tch, the hell are the directors going to say if this guy's glow makes it impossible to see anything good? They'll likely call "cut", the entire reason for this being blown out of the damn water.
But if that's how Hiyori wants to play it, he'll let him for now, and see what comes of it.]
Tch, fucking ridiculous. I can already see through it. [And promptly sets a clawed foot on Hiyori's thigh, the tip of one claw stabbing into the side of his skirt. No more patience as he digs it in and pulls, causing the item to tear down the side of the idol's hips. Gonna make quick work of this thing.] Front or back? It's your choice.
[The camera crew is all befuddled. An actor starting to glow luminescent during a porno shoot? That's never happened on set before!! Just what should they do about this? Can they can edit out the sparkles in post-production? Or maybe the film will appeal to untapped market of sparkle fetishists. They're not sure yet. For now, all they can do is frantically adjust the setting on their video cameras, trying to adapt to the light he's giving off.
They're not the only ones adapting. Bakugo's gotten over the shock, it seems, and is back to taunting him. Hiyori can't see his eyes gazing, but hearing I can already see through it sends a bolt of heat through him anyway. It's what he likes and what he craves, even though the context feels dirty: being seen and being wanted. Which the Dragon Lord proves he does, holding him down with one claw and tearing into his skirt. It makes his heart pound, both from the thrill of being exposed and the fear of those claws tearing into skin next. It also ticks him off, and he clicks his tongue, shooting his scene partner a glare.]
I'm making you buy me new clothes after this!
[His underwear was already kicked off. He could've filmed this thing with the skirt still on. But it seems the Dragon Lord, and possibly Bakugo, don't have any appreciation for how being half-dressed can make someone even sexier than if they're fully nude—how sometimes less is more when it comes to audience appeal. Typical teenage boys.
His ears burn, and his pulse grows even quicker. He's still glowing, but that hasn't stopped the filming. And as his eyes flicker down to the weird-looking thing hanging between the Dragon Lord's legs, his heart wavers. Can he really take that thing...? At the very least, he doesn't want all of it. So how exactly is this going to go?
He's asked "front or back," but he assumes that's just about sex positions. Doing it from behind would be easier, but the position's sort of degrading. And anyway—]
I can't move, since you're holding me down!
[There's an easy copout answer to that.
His gaze flits away for a moment. There's no question about it: some of his confidence from a moment ago has already evaporated, now that it no longer feels like he has the upper hand. But it isn't all gone, because after a moment, he adds:]
If you want me to get into position, you'll have to release me. Though I'm not letting anything dry go in, just so we're clear. Do that, and I'll burn you with my sun powers.
[Relax. He's careful with his claws even when he's locked up in the machine with some extra controls. Making sure the dragons' claw doesn't hit too close to Hiyori's skin. Albeit, even Bakugo's unsure whether the idol's acting bitchy about scratches or really worries about it. Whatever, he intends to play off this without a problem, a deeper sound of amusement rumbling in his throat as the guy threatens him.]
You're not gonna need new ones. [Typical teenage boys. What kind of audience wants to see a softcore porno with all the good parts hidden? He can't even drop his wings down low enough to cover Hiyori without getting yelled at by the producer. Bakugo's at least leaving the upper half and veil on. So long as his lower half is bared and exposed to the cameras.
There's something stupidly amusing at watching (or hearing) Hiyori debate over what position he wants. Bakugo's patience isn't infinite and he's willing to pick one for the idol anyways. Move him into the position with his tail and claws. Giving him another minute or so to figure it out. Something he permits by lifting his leg and giving Hiyori freedom to move again. So long as he doesn't try squirming out from under the dragon's large body. All four legs down, bracketing him within the scaly pillars.]
Is that what you're worried about? [Laughing at him (almost purring) the dragon swings his head down on his neck, bringing his large sharp-toothed maw down to his forelegs and opening his mouth, revealing a thick tongue and a copious amount of saliva (lube) drooling from his jaws.]
[He is wary about being clawed, as a matter of fact. If the dragon's claws can shred through clothes so easily, who's to say what will happen if they graze his skin? He hates pain, and he's very protective of his looks. Part of it is a holdover from his idol days, when suspicious marks or blemishes would interfere with his photoshoots. (It's why he hates his suit tattoo and wears it like a prison brand.) Of course there's no need to be concerned about such things nowadays. But if he lets his soul or his body deteriorate, then isn't that the same as giving up? Doesn't it mean he won't be "himself" anymore? These are the kinds of deep, philosophical questions that haunt him during his stay at the resort.
But deep philosophical questions have no place in a dragon x human fantasy porno, so we can ignore those right now.
Anyway: the Dragon Lord doesn't claw his skin, thankfully, but Hiyori's character is still salty about the costume-ripping! In response to the comment about him not needing new clothes, he snaps back:]
False! I'll need something to wear when I file for divorce! ☆
[Ugh. He really did want to keep the skirt on. He looked cute in it! What was the point of having him remove his underwear if the lower half of his body was going to be stripped bare anyway?
At least there's still that glowing light emanating from him. Even with his lower half bared, it acts as a sort of temporary censor when he spreads his legs a little more beneath the dragon. (You know, like this sort of thing.)
Because yes, he's made his decision about positions: doing this on his hands and knees is too degrading. It'll show off the suit tattoo he hates and wears like a prison brand, and he doesn't trust the freaky dragon dildo enough to show his back to it. But he does (mostly) trust Bakugo, which is the reason he hasn't tried to flee yet. That, and the fact that he's on camera really does make his heart pound. He's actually fully hard at this point, and the dizzying heat suffusing his head makes it hard for him to think. But not so hard that he doesn't have space to worry about logistics. Whether it's being piloted by Bakugo or no, he's not letting the dragon go in dry! The fact it's being controlled by an inexperienced hotheaded teen boy might be even more reason to worry. Those aren't known for their patience, or for gentle considerate lovemaking, any more than dragon lords are.
Then the dragon presses nearer, unhinging its jaw, and he clams up, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking in a breath...
...until he feels slippery slick wetness spill all over his thighs. That gets them to open again. And it also earns an entirely predictable verbal response.]
Ewwwwwww! That's sooo gross!
[He's being drooled on! It feels all clammy and slippery, like having watery slime dripped on him! Instinctively, he grabs the dragon by its horns and tries to push its head away.
The only good news for him is that the "drool" is quick to warm up. In addition to making him shine, his Aura also gives off extra body heat. He uses it primarily as a tool to keep himself warm. And now, it's keeping the "drool" from feeling unpleasantly cold... which he quickly realizes is lube, once his head's been given a moment to cool off.
Ah. ... well, that does take care of one issue. It's still a bit gross, but then so's the whole scenario...
Those claws can't go inside him, though. And he doesn't anticipate the possibility of that tongue doing the same. (Too vanilla, sorry; he and Jun haven't done that together.) So, after a moment, he slowly releases the Dragon Lord's horns, letting his hands drift down instead between his own legs.]
Guess I have to do everything myself around here...
[He grumbles. But it's a light grumble, said at the same time as his own finger, coated in lube, presses at his entrance.]
[Perhaps because of that bitching, Bakugo doesn't rip the other side of Hiyori's skirt. A snorting sound meant to be a laugh but comes out differently answers as he moves his other leg away from its intended target. Let him hold the skirt shut if he wants to. It'll be pushed up to let people see anyways; that's the point of a porno. Not some softcore implied shit.]
As if you're gonna get a choice for divorce! [His village gave him up as sacrifice! No one is coming to save him from his life beneath the dragon lord! Best to try his damnest at pleasing his new mate and avoid a fiery end. Hiyori spreads his legs more and Bakugo sweeps his tail around and in from the side, batting at the idol's tail with a mixture of teasing and threatening. On his back? That works with him. Might even "help" via shoving his tail under his bride's back and give him something to lean on while working his hips upward. Good thing about that stupid glow is it messes with Bakugo's lenses inside the dragon's head, so he isn't able to see a clear shot of his partner. Not that he doesn't know what Hiyori looks like, thanks to the locker room crap.
Excuse you! He had two full days' training on how to operate his dragon body! He'll do great! Look how he's moving the dragon's head to run his tongue over the idol's thighs! Doesn't even whack him on the shoulder with a jaw spike. Brat. As soon as Hiyori's legs spread, he traces his tongue along his limbs again, deliberately slathering it with far too much saliva/lube. He's a dragon. What kinda dainty tongue-tip licks does the guy expect?]
Keep that up and I'll shove it down your throat. [Bakugo chuckles in amusement as his head's grabbed and pushed/pulled in attempt to wrestle him away. He permits it. Somewhat. Enough to rest his head to the side of his body rather than between his legs. Hiyori's wet enough now to handle it on his own for the time being. Bakugo moves the head away to face towards his abode, now putting his focus on the hips and dick -- finally the sex machine gets to work out.]
You pushed my head away. Thought you wanted to do it yourself. [Taunting him with the very idea of tonguing him open, an option the idol obviously rejected. Don't whine about your own choices. His tail slides under again, nudging between Hiyori's legs.]
[Maybe he'll start a revolution or an equal rights movement. Maybe he and the other captive brides will unionize! But if all else fails, well:]
Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?
Assuming you aren't burned up before you can. [Growled as much as laughed. Apart from a surprising glow, what else has Hiyori done threatening? The Dragon Lord breathes fire! His wings easily fell trees! His strength is beyond beasts! ... And he could easily bump a naughty bride into the lava around his chamber before going on his way to get a new one.]
As if you could. [Thick as his tongue is, Hiyori would better attempt a bite through leather. But he's not gonna get into that argument with him. Not when the taste of his thighs and sweat-slick skin is lingering in his mouth. Or imagined at least. Of course Bakugo's not seen him like this! He yanked the shower curtain shut and waited across the walkway!
Don't you dare look away! Oh, so he's suddenly not okay with having the dragon's attention elsewhere? Guess this isn't like that, and Bakugo swings his head back around, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention as Hiyori begins his work. Sliding his finger in, barely visible through the glow. Perhaps the cameras might end up with a soft-core anyways...
Permitting him to push his head away meant Hiyori had better make up for the lack of interaction on his own. Give the dragon a show to watch, burning gaze lingering beside him with a rumbling drawn-out breathing echoing in his throat. A bride who doesn't want to be ignored wouldn't have shoved her mate away when he was attempting help, hm?]
You're the one who wanted me to look away, idiot. Are you shy?
[What could he do to threaten a dragon? Realistically, nothing. Unlocking his Aura looks impressive, and he can use it to keep warm or share the warmth with others. He can even heal scrapes and cuts while it's still active! But he can't fight anyone, nor can he defend himself: something he's forced to remember every time he's threatened by one of the monsters or magic users. Must be lovely to be Baku-kun, who can singlehandedly vanquish any threat using his own sweat.
But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
[If he doesn't want him to not look at him, why the hell did he push his head away earlier? What a capricious brat. Tongue out, laving over his thighs, offering a dip a hand into his mouth, full attention on Hiyori. And all met with a hand shoving at his head to make him go away. Could've kept right at it, laving his tongue on his skin, ignoring his grossed out "eewww" squeal. But no, he took his leave for his bride's comfort. And now he's getting bitched at for not looking? Mattaku. How tempting to dump such an annoying creature into the flames.
Sucks there's a pleasant view in front of him right now. Hiyori's body arching and twisting as he moves his fingers inside himself, annoyingly hidden behind the light, yet somehow making his actions all the more lewd for it. Bakugo regards him with a low growl of interest rumbling in his chest, legs shifting on either side of the idol to keep him caged in, but giving enough view for the cameras to claim what they could.
Granted, it's hard to see whether there's lust showing on an animatronic's head, despite how well-crafted it is. The CGI later will add in the lust burning in those yellow orbs, a lewd curve upward at the corner of his jaws, the drip of fluid off the head of his draconic members. At least he's able to open the dragon's maw and drop his tongue out once more. Not taking "no" for an answer this time as he snakes the slick muscle out along the side of Hiyori's leg. As if going along with those hands wandering across the idols's chest. Back to "drooling" on him. Apparently that's the price for watching. His lord wants an interactive show.]
I'll do as I wish. [Despite his defiant words, there's heat in his tone and interest burning within. Gears shift and the dragon's haunches move just so, nudging the head of his member against Hiyori's hand and easing it up to rub at the top of his ass, right along his cleft. No one said he couldn't hump the guy while he worked his glittery peach open.]
[It seems that Bakugo, or rather the Dragon Lord, is having trouble understanding his new bride! Which might be expected, given how finnicky his bride can be. But it's actually quite simple if you think about it in kinklist terms.
In summary: he likes being watched. The Dragon Lord watching him was not the problem. The Dragon Lord drooling all over him, on the other hand, wasn't welcome (even though his hole very much needed lubing) since that just felt icky! He'll gladly be watched, and he might even be willing to accept the spiny dildo into his heart after all (or his hole, rather), despite his negative reaction earlier. But he'll thank his husband not to keep drenching him in spit, since that just feels sticky and gross!
Alas, "more spit" is exactly what's on the agenda. He stretches himself wide with his fingers and teases his own chest through the negligee, working himself up more while also trying to put on a good show for the cameras. For the cameras, and for his scene partner. It's absurd, since he very much is not into dragons and the whole scenario is absurd, but that low growl does kind of get his blood pumping. It's the reaction he was hoping to induce, after all: that of uncontrollable raging lust. He wants to be wanted. Always that's what he wants, as an idol, a human being... an amateur performer in this lame parody porn. As the Dragon Lord's red-hot gaze focuses solely on him, his heart throbs, and his body sings with triumph.
For a few seconds, before the dragon opens its mechanical jaw again. Next thing Hiyori knows, there's a big prop tongue dragging along his legs and slathering them with lube.]
H-Hey—
[He grimaces and squirms, shuddering with disgust and with... well, with something else, too. For as much as the prop tongue feels weird, the wet muscle dragging along his heated flesh stirs a different sort of feeling, too. He'd never admit it, but it strokes his desire even hotter. His body craves contact, after all.
And then he feels another part of the dragon make contact with him elsewhere, and he gasps. He can't see, but he knows what that is: can feel its shape and ridges and the weird little spines around the tip. That's right, this is what he's preparing for, why he's got three fingers buried halfway inside himself. So he can take that huge thing. But even though it nudges at him, he's not ready yet!
Ah, but will he ever be...? He shivers, pushing back against it, feeling it slide through the mess of drool the dragon left behind.]
Mnngh...
[Honestly, the whole thing is so undignified. But if he looks flustered and not-quite-comfortable, well, all the better for the camera crew.]
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Enough to hear Hiyori gloating.]
You don't know a damn thing about what's "too much" for me! [Already adjusted to the glare, the dragon swivels his head back down and around, tongue flicking serpentine and somewhat threatening between his salivating maw. So tempting to bite him in half for sheer cheek! Or flick him into the lava. Tch, the hell are the directors going to say if this guy's glow makes it impossible to see anything good? They'll likely call "cut", the entire reason for this being blown out of the damn water.
But if that's how Hiyori wants to play it, he'll let him for now, and see what comes of it.]
Tch, fucking ridiculous. I can already see through it. [And promptly sets a clawed foot on Hiyori's thigh, the tip of one claw stabbing into the side of his skirt. No more patience as he digs it in and pulls, causing the item to tear down the side of the idol's hips. Gonna make quick work of this thing.] Front or back? It's your choice.
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They're not the only ones adapting. Bakugo's gotten over the shock, it seems, and is back to taunting him. Hiyori can't see his eyes gazing, but hearing I can already see through it sends a bolt of heat through him anyway. It's what he likes and what he craves, even though the context feels dirty: being seen and being wanted. Which the Dragon Lord proves he does, holding him down with one claw and tearing into his skirt. It makes his heart pound, both from the thrill of being exposed and the fear of those claws tearing into skin next. It also ticks him off, and he clicks his tongue, shooting his scene partner a glare.]
I'm making you buy me new clothes after this!
[His underwear was already kicked off. He could've filmed this thing with the skirt still on. But it seems the Dragon Lord, and possibly Bakugo, don't have any appreciation for how being half-dressed can make someone even sexier than if they're fully nude—how sometimes less is more when it comes to audience appeal. Typical teenage boys.
His ears burn, and his pulse grows even quicker. He's still glowing, but that hasn't stopped the filming. And as his eyes flicker down to the weird-looking thing hanging between the Dragon Lord's legs, his heart wavers. Can he really take that thing...? At the very least, he doesn't want all of it. So how exactly is this going to go?
He's asked "front or back," but he assumes that's just about sex positions. Doing it from behind would be easier, but the position's sort of degrading. And anyway—]
I can't move, since you're holding me down!
[There's an easy copout answer to that.
His gaze flits away for a moment. There's no question about it: some of his confidence from a moment ago has already evaporated, now that it no longer feels like he has the upper hand. But it isn't all gone, because after a moment, he adds:]
If you want me to get into position, you'll have to release me. Though I'm not letting anything dry go in, just so we're clear. Do that, and I'll burn you with my sun powers.
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You're not gonna need new ones. [Typical teenage boys. What kind of audience wants to see a softcore porno with all the good parts hidden? He can't even drop his wings down low enough to cover Hiyori without getting yelled at by the producer. Bakugo's at least leaving the upper half and veil on. So long as his lower half is bared and exposed to the cameras.
There's something stupidly amusing at watching (or hearing) Hiyori debate over what position he wants. Bakugo's patience isn't infinite and he's willing to pick one for the idol anyways. Move him into the position with his tail and claws. Giving him another minute or so to figure it out. Something he permits by lifting his leg and giving Hiyori freedom to move again. So long as he doesn't try squirming out from under the dragon's large body. All four legs down, bracketing him within the scaly pillars.]
Is that what you're worried about? [Laughing at him (almost purring) the dragon swings his head down on his neck, bringing his large sharp-toothed maw down to his forelegs and opening his mouth, revealing a thick tongue and a copious amount of saliva (lube) drooling from his jaws.]
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But deep philosophical questions have no place in a dragon x human fantasy porno, so we can ignore those right now.
Anyway: the Dragon Lord doesn't claw his skin, thankfully, but Hiyori's character is still salty about the costume-ripping! In response to the comment about him not needing new clothes, he snaps back:]
False! I'll need something to wear when I file for divorce! ☆
[Ugh. He really did want to keep the skirt on. He looked cute in it! What was the point of having him remove his underwear if the lower half of his body was going to be stripped bare anyway?
At least there's still that glowing light emanating from him. Even with his lower half bared, it acts as a sort of temporary censor when he spreads his legs a little more beneath the dragon. (You know, like this sort of thing.)
Because yes, he's made his decision about positions: doing this on his hands and knees is too degrading. It'll show off the suit tattoo he hates and wears like a prison brand, and he doesn't trust the freaky dragon dildo enough to show his back to it. But he does (mostly) trust Bakugo, which is the reason he hasn't tried to flee yet. That, and the fact that he's on camera really does make his heart pound. He's actually fully hard at this point, and the dizzying heat suffusing his head makes it hard for him to think. But not so hard that he doesn't have space to worry about logistics. Whether it's being piloted by Bakugo or no, he's not letting the dragon go in dry! The fact it's being controlled by an inexperienced hotheaded teen boy might be even more reason to worry. Those aren't known for their patience, or for gentle considerate lovemaking, any more than dragon lords are.
Then the dragon presses nearer, unhinging its jaw, and he clams up, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking in a breath...
...until he feels slippery slick wetness spill all over his thighs. That gets them to open again. And it also earns an entirely predictable verbal response.]
Ewwwwwww! That's sooo gross!
[He's being drooled on! It feels all clammy and slippery, like having watery slime dripped on him! Instinctively, he grabs the dragon by its horns and tries to push its head away.
The only good news for him is that the "drool" is quick to warm up. In addition to making him shine, his Aura also gives off extra body heat. He uses it primarily as a tool to keep himself warm. And now, it's keeping the "drool" from feeling unpleasantly cold... which he quickly realizes is lube, once his head's been given a moment to cool off.
Ah. ... well, that does take care of one issue. It's still a bit gross, but then so's the whole scenario...
Those claws can't go inside him, though. And he doesn't anticipate the possibility of that tongue doing the same. (Too vanilla, sorry; he and Jun haven't done that together.) So, after a moment, he slowly releases the Dragon Lord's horns, letting his hands drift down instead between his own legs.]
Guess I have to do everything myself around here...
[He grumbles. But it's a light grumble, said at the same time as his own finger, coated in lube, presses at his entrance.]
Next time I'm marrying someone with hands.
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As if you're gonna get a choice for divorce! [His village gave him up as sacrifice! No one is coming to save him from his life beneath the dragon lord! Best to try his damnest at pleasing his new mate and avoid a fiery end. Hiyori spreads his legs more and Bakugo sweeps his tail around and in from the side, batting at the idol's tail with a mixture of teasing and threatening. On his back? That works with him. Might even "help" via shoving his tail under his bride's back and give him something to lean on while working his hips upward. Good thing about that stupid glow is it messes with Bakugo's lenses inside the dragon's head, so he isn't able to see a clear shot of his partner. Not that he doesn't know what Hiyori looks like, thanks to the locker room crap.
Excuse you! He had two full days' training on how to operate his dragon body! He'll do great! Look how he's moving the dragon's head to run his tongue over the idol's thighs! Doesn't even whack him on the shoulder with a jaw spike. Brat. As soon as Hiyori's legs spread, he traces his tongue along his limbs again, deliberately slathering it with far too much saliva/lube. He's a dragon. What kinda dainty tongue-tip licks does the guy expect?]
Keep that up and I'll shove it down your throat. [Bakugo chuckles in amusement as his head's grabbed and pushed/pulled in attempt to wrestle him away. He permits it. Somewhat. Enough to rest his head to the side of his body rather than between his legs. Hiyori's wet enough now to handle it on his own for the time being. Bakugo moves the head away to face towards his abode, now putting his focus on the hips and dick -- finally the sex machine gets to work out.]
You pushed my head away. Thought you wanted to do it yourself. [Taunting him with the very idea of tonguing him open, an option the idol obviously rejected. Don't whine about your own choices. His tail slides under again, nudging between Hiyori's legs.]
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Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?
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As if you could. [Thick as his tongue is, Hiyori would better attempt a bite through leather. But he's not gonna get into that argument with him. Not when the taste of his thighs and sweat-slick skin is lingering in his mouth. Or imagined at least. Of course Bakugo's not seen him like this! He yanked the shower curtain shut and waited across the walkway!
Don't you dare look away! Oh, so he's suddenly not okay with having the dragon's attention elsewhere? Guess this isn't like that, and Bakugo swings his head back around, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention as Hiyori begins his work. Sliding his finger in, barely visible through the glow. Perhaps the cameras might end up with a soft-core anyways...
Permitting him to push his head away meant Hiyori had better make up for the lack of interaction on his own. Give the dragon a show to watch, burning gaze lingering beside him with a rumbling drawn-out breathing echoing in his throat. A bride who doesn't want to be ignored wouldn't have shoved her mate away when he was attempting help, hm?]
You're the one who wanted me to look away, idiot. Are you shy?
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But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
So don't you dare make that mistake again.
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Sucks there's a pleasant view in front of him right now. Hiyori's body arching and twisting as he moves his fingers inside himself, annoyingly hidden behind the light, yet somehow making his actions all the more lewd for it. Bakugo regards him with a low growl of interest rumbling in his chest, legs shifting on either side of the idol to keep him caged in, but giving enough view for the cameras to claim what they could.
Granted, it's hard to see whether there's lust showing on an animatronic's head, despite how well-crafted it is. The CGI later will add in the lust burning in those yellow orbs, a lewd curve upward at the corner of his jaws, the drip of fluid off the head of his draconic members. At least he's able to open the dragon's maw and drop his tongue out once more. Not taking "no" for an answer this time as he snakes the slick muscle out along the side of Hiyori's leg. As if going along with those hands wandering across the idols's chest. Back to "drooling" on him. Apparently that's the price for watching. His lord wants an interactive show.]
I'll do as I wish. [Despite his defiant words, there's heat in his tone and interest burning within. Gears shift and the dragon's haunches move just so, nudging the head of his member against Hiyori's hand and easing it up to rub at the top of his ass, right along his cleft. No one said he couldn't hump the guy while he worked his glittery peach open.]
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✔️ = Exhibitionism
❓ = Spiny dildos
❌ = Excessive drooling
In summary: he likes being watched. The Dragon Lord watching him was not the problem. The Dragon Lord drooling all over him, on the other hand, wasn't welcome (even though his hole very much needed lubing) since that just felt icky! He'll gladly be watched, and he might even be willing to accept the spiny dildo into his heart after all (or his hole, rather), despite his negative reaction earlier. But he'll thank his husband not to keep drenching him in spit, since that just feels sticky and gross!
Alas, "more spit" is exactly what's on the agenda. He stretches himself wide with his fingers and teases his own chest through the negligee, working himself up more while also trying to put on a good show for the cameras. For the cameras, and for his scene partner. It's absurd, since he very much is not into dragons and the whole scenario is absurd, but that low growl does kind of get his blood pumping. It's the reaction he was hoping to induce, after all: that of uncontrollable raging lust. He wants to be wanted. Always that's what he wants, as an idol, a human being... an amateur performer in this lame parody porn. As the Dragon Lord's red-hot gaze focuses solely on him, his heart throbs, and his body sings with triumph.
For a few seconds, before the dragon opens its mechanical jaw again. Next thing Hiyori knows, there's a big prop tongue dragging along his legs and slathering them with lube.]
H-Hey—
[He grimaces and squirms, shuddering with disgust and with... well, with something else, too. For as much as the prop tongue feels weird, the wet muscle dragging along his heated flesh stirs a different sort of feeling, too. He'd never admit it, but it strokes his desire even hotter. His body craves contact, after all.
And then he feels another part of the dragon make contact with him elsewhere, and he gasps. He can't see, but he knows what that is: can feel its shape and ridges and the weird little spines around the tip. That's right, this is what he's preparing for, why he's got three fingers buried halfway inside himself. So he can take that huge thing. But even though it nudges at him, he's not ready yet!
Ah, but will he ever be...? He shivers, pushing back against it, feeling it slide through the mess of drool the dragon left behind.]
Mnngh...
[Honestly, the whole thing is so undignified. But if he looks flustered and not-quite-comfortable, well, all the better for the camera crew.]