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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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[Aurelia's own breath is shuddery as she pulls away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dilated wide as she stares back into Ann's eyes. She can feel the weight of her hypnosis, her control slipping and pressing against Ann again until she glances away. She's glad her hair hides her expression, revealing her own relative inexperience with intimacy, as she leans in further and presses her lips to Ann's shoulder, leaving a pale black stain behind from her lipstick.]
You are my treat, my delicious [another kiss, moving closer to her neck.], savory, [Another, her tongue darting out to trace a vein] meal. And I am going to savor every bite.
[Punctuating her declaration, she drags her fangs over Ann's skin, stopping just short of sinking them in as she rubs herself against the taller woman. The silk of her clothes brushing against the exposed skin and their hungry impatient motions dragging the barely there chemise up.
She pulls away, straining against her instincts to just bite down, to instead stare into Ann's eyes again, the red glow backing her words with the weight of an undeniable order.]
[The more this scene progresses, the more impatient Ann gets, twisting helplessly into Aurelia's body, trying to steal another kiss before Aurelia's face gets too low for her to do so. A plaintive whine at the drag of dangerously pointed teeth and the wet heat of her tongue along of her neck follows, and when she locks eyes with the other woman again, it's harder not to fall until the obedience the hypnotism demands. She feels herself slip under the subtle control as easy as slipping into a warm bath, her lashes fluttering. Though... it seems she doesn't need it. She bares her throat to Aurelia, clear-eyed and brave despite the spell muffling her senses.]
Do it - please. [Ann's already so wet, just from this, the slickness between her legs undeniable. She feels her inner muscles clench helplessly at the thought of Aurelia biting down and breaking skin to feed from her. Drinking from her, touching her, fucking her.] You said you wanted to, s-so, I want it. [Ann's voice is throaty, edged with desperation. Feeling bold, she grasps Aurelia's wrist, guiding her hand between her legs. Urging her to touch.] Please—
[Aurelia’s fingers brush over wet folds and a shudder rushes up her spine. She can taste Ann’s arousal and frustration and it’s truly delicious, the sweet sugary taste of a well made pastry. She wants more, wants to stroke Ann’s feelings until she can’t even think and can do nothing but feel and Aurelia can feast on her until the other woman is empty and hollow. A part of her hisses, knowing that the instinct must be controlled less she truly hurt the other woman. And though she knows she will heed it, that she will remain controlled, she darts forward to place a bite on Ann’s shoulder. Unable to resist spicing the cocktail of Ann’s emotions with a small amount of pain.
Her teeth dig into the skin, but are ever so careful not to break it, merely marking Ann with a hickey as her fingers explore between her legs. Delicate, dexterous, and guided by empathetic insight, Aurelia quickly learns what strokes Ann’s arousal most and sets out to give it her. Swirling her thumb over sensitive nubs and slipping inside to stroke and pull, timing a thrust deep with another bite higher on her neck as she responds.]
Patience treat, I will have you in due time. When you are fit to burst, swelling with pleasure, will I have my feast. You will taste sweetest as you fall over the edge.
[And Aurelia will get to ride that orgasm with her, when the rich blood finally spills across her tongue]
Ah —! [A sharp, harsh intake of breath at the bite, the zing of pain-pressure as teeth too sharp and pointed to be human threaten to break her skin. There's a brief trickle of fear, but more than that is her excitement, the urge to do more, to go faster. Aurelia ekes out her ministrations slowly however — Ann's back arches when her fingers part wet folds to slip inside, her body tensing helplessly around the digits and her hips bucking into the languid thrusts. And it's good, wonderful... but an agonizing tease nonetheless. Ann feels frenzied, so hot that her blood feels like it's boiling under her skin — she yanks the thin straps of her chemise off her shoulders — no longer thinking about cameras or anyone, anything else in the room other than the woman above her. Her mysterious admirer, her immortal lover, who would disappear into the night before the sun rose.
Ann's breasts spill free as she slides the chemise down, full and flushed. The nipples are hard, so sensitive that Ann bites her lip when she twists one of them between her thumb and index finger, trying in vain to swallow a whimper. She stares up at Aurelia, dazed, eyes smoldering with arousal.]
Every night you - ah! [She had to focus — she doesn't care about her lines at all, but being teased like this is driving her nuts.] You've been visiting me... watching me.
[She coaxes Aurelia to look up, touching her mouth, a thumb dragging over her lower lip and smudging her dark lipstick.]
Don't you want me now?
[She tries not to sound too much like she's begging, hoping it sounds more like a proper tease.]
[How can Aurelia resist such a kind invitation, her lips parting around Ann’s finger and her tongue tracing the digit as she’s pulled upwards. Her mouth only pulling away to place kisses along Ann’s chest. Lips sweeping across nipples, followed by the tease of fangs at sensitive swells. Kisses trailed up and up until she reaches the other woman’s chest, the silk of her dress and the pressure of her body used to drive the building tension in Ann higher. As much a tool to pleasure her as the fingers thrusting still between her legs, another sliding inside Ann while she whispers into her skin. ]
So eager, so desperate. [A tease so weak being just as good as begging]I am patient, I want to take you properly. But if you wish to feed me so badly… all you have to do is cum
[Aurelia is truly improvising at this point, guided entirely by instincts and half remembered novels. So her words come with the ring of her hypnotic power, brushing across Ann’s thoughts and compressing her frustration and desire into a single need to cum, to fall off the edge and abandon all thoughts for nothing but pleasure.
Aurelia’s mouth rests on Ann’s bared neck, her hand rising to thread into blonde locks and tug just so, her fangs pinching against her skin as Aurelia waits for the exact moment, ready to bite and knowing that as soon as she spills blood the scene will end soon… savoring the singing anticipation in her veins. ]
[As much as she's falling into the "character," by which she meant mostly writhing on the bed as Aurelia fucks her, and panting encouragements into her ear, Aurelia's line makes her briefly break character to giggle. It's just like, a total porno line! She can't help but laugh.
But then the hypnotic push hits her as effectively as a punch to the gut: her eyes darkening and a startled gasp escaping her as the feeling, the urge to push herself over the edge turns all encompassing, like a persistent itch under her skin. She sits up to more easily ride Aurelia's fingers, legs spread and hips lifting with each thrust as she gets closer and closer to the edge. All self-awareness disappears, is obliterated in the wake of her need. Suddenly she wants nothing more to do this until she comes messily all over Aurelia's hand, relishing the slick, wanton sounds each time her fingers thrust in and out of her tight heat.]
Ah, yes, yes — right there, don't stop - mm!
[The orgasm that overtakes her is enough to make starbursts explode behind her closed eyes. Ann curls forward, her hips bucking and hitching forward as she finishes with a long and drawn out cry. She still trembles in the wake of it, her desperate bucking slowing as she rides out her climax. Aurelia's fingers are still buried deep inside of her, and she makes no move to pull away.]
[When one is in Cheliax, act as they do. When one is starring in a porno, speak as they would. Aurelia savors Ann’s laugh, the genuine amusement like a cherry popping between her teeth, as she watches her power carry a line that would otherwise have gotten nothing but a laugh. The sudden dilation of Ann’s pupils, the rising cry. She tastes Ann’s pleasure, and times her own… the very second Ann starts to cum Aurelia is biting down on her neck. Her fangs sinking smoothly through the other woman’s skin and pulling warm red fluids across her tongue with a desperate moan of her own.
Blood is not something Aurelia needs, but it is a drug that surpasses all others. As it spills across her tongue warmth builds and explodes in her body, the echo of Ann’s orgasm taking her as well. Her body spasms and rocks, feeling like she’s been hit by lightning as euphoria destroys her thoughts and leaves her suckling at Ann’s neck like a wild animal. Writhing together, she only stops when a moan she could not contain pulls her fangs out of Ann’s neck and leaves her clinging to the taller woman with a mewl.
There she lays, warm and sated, licking at the blood spilling down Ann’s body as the director calls “Cut!”. They say more, tone vaguely praising, but Aurelia couldn’t care less. She curls closer to Ann and giggles drunkenly, leaving her fingers buried in the other woman as her body goes limp.]
[In the afterglow, Ann catches her breath. The director's words take on a buzzy, distant quality. She holds Aurelia as she drinks from her, sighing unsteadily at the mingled pleasure and pain of being fed from. The giggle surprises her, and she looks down, amused.
The scene was over, it seemed, but she didn't want to move... she cards her fingers through Aurelia's hair, playing with it just because she can. The insistent need that had overtaken her has dropped to a simmer — given her space to think again, and what she's thinking is that... she really wants to do that again. Was that something people asked for? Would Aurelia think she was greedy, if she did? Or too forward, or easy...
She tries not to think too hard about that. Total mood killer.]
[Aurelia lets out a soft noise of satisfaction as Ann’s fingers run through her hair, nearly silent until the sound of the crew politely asking them to move so they can set up for the next scene, the next movie. Aurelia rises briefly, and her eyes open to reveal blown out pupils and a red glow that could light up a dark room, she twists… turning that inhuman gaze on the people talking at them.
A few seconds later, the crew is scurrying away as Aurelia returns her attention to Ann, a smug smile on her face until she’s giggling and falling back against the other woman’s warmth. She mumbles, words almost slurred until she focuses just long enough to get them out.]
You’re worrying about something. Stop it.
[She can feel Ann’s emotions still, tingling against her skin, and they’re distracting enough to keep her from sinking into euphoric oblivion. She pulls at the sense of worry in Ann, wanting to take it away from her.]
[So distracted by her own thoughts, Aurelia's demand knocks her back to reality. She'd been observing this giddiness from Aurelia, which to Ann seemed like how someone might act after too much champagne. Was she tipsy? Did dhampir elves get tipsy?]
—What? I'm not worried. [But Ann is a poor liar, and it shows.] ... I was only thinking.
[Aurelia sighs and shifts against Ann until she can look up at her, look dazed but inquisitive as she reaches up. Slowly, eyes clearly struggling to focus, she reaches up and pokes Ann in the nose before bursting into giggles and falling flat against her then.]
I can listen, before they come to shoo us away.
[Aurelia’s offer is sincere, even delivered while she’s so very clearly intoxicated. ]
[Nose wrinkling at the poke, she watches Aurelia dissolve into giggles and feels a smile tugging at her lips. She usually seemed so buttoned-up... this was a completely different side of her.
But her offer to listen is sincere and clearheaded, so despite Ann's unease, she chooses to be honest.] I guess, ah — [Nervousness almost stills her tongue, and she barrels on.] I... really liked that - the movie, I mean. But I don't — if you wanted to leave, that is-
[Aurelia stares at Ann in complete silence for a long minute, wondering just what she’s trying to get at. Eventually she gives up and responds to Ann’s words exactly as she said them.]
I too enjoyed the scene. You are warm, and I am drunk. I am not moving until I am made to do so.
[With that, she goes limp again, falling back into Ann with a soft sigh of relief at no longer putting in the effort to remain ‘upright’]
[Aurelia slumps back into Ann's embrace like a content and spoiled kitten, and she realizes that she's not going to get very far with subtlety.] Wait, that's not what I meant-
[Pouting, she considers her options before leaning over Aurelia, her unbound hair falling over them in waves, shielding them from the outside world.
A deep breath. Then:] I meant that I want to do it again. [She breaks eye contact, looking flustered.] I want to do more.
[Aurelia’s first response, to question ‘why’, is buried under warm euphoria as Ann’s hair slides across her back. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans into the motion with a soft sigh. When her thoughts restart, she considers Ann thoughtfully. Does she want to do it again? Of course she does, this is the best she’s felt in years.
But a part of her doesn’t truly believe Ann, even if she wants it now… would she truly want it again in a few minutes when the euphoria fades away? Instead she asks, voice soft and hesitant. ]
[For a moment Ann feels both frustration and dramatic teenage despair: would she have to just blurt it out? It's embarrassing, and it makes her sound too needy, and too eager, and...
However, after a moment or two, she looks down at Aurelia, her face growing thoughtful now. Harder to read.]
Yeah. I thought it was going to be awkward, but — it was totally hot. I had fun. [There's a crooked little grin at this.
She wraps her arms around Aurelia, and for the first time it occurs to her that she's taller, longer limbed. That's nothing new for her — she's usually the tallest girl in her classes. In comparison, Aurelia is petite. Doll-like &mdash: very fitting for the role she'd been put in.
Maybe "hundreds of years" was long-lived to a human, but would it be for a dhampir? Something to think about.
For now, she leans her weight into Aurelia a bit.]
Did you have fun?
[Her voice is soft, the words murmured close to the shell of Aurelia's ear.]
[Aurelia will one day grow used to how simple affection makes her thoughts blur, but for now the blood-drunk euphoria has her eyes going blank as Ann shifts beneath her, only to burst into giggles as warm breath brushes over sensitive pointed ears. It’s easy for her to settle closer to Ann, her body shifting into her embrace as she’s maneuvered about. Her weight barely noticeable as she shakes her head, trying to focus through the giggle fit brought onto her. ]
Yes, I enjoyed myself and you most thoroughly. You are… like a warm pastry, with a spiced filling. Delicious… and your blood is so sweet. So very sweet.
[She’s being very literal, and she can’t resist nuzzling closer to Ann and darting her tongue out to lick away some of the blood still staining her shoulder. A low moan escaping her as she does so.]
I have not tasted emotions so lovely in so very long… not since… since…
[Ever, though she distracts herself long enough trying to remember the last time she fed on emotions that weren’t fear that she loses her train of thought and looks back up to Ann with a smile.]
I am-? Mm... [Ann trails off, obligingly tilting her head to the side and humming in pleasure. One eye opens to regard Aurelia, and when she smiles, so too does Ann.] I didn't know that could be sweet.
[Past the lazy zings of pleasure from Aurelia's tongue, Ann manages to focus long enough to ask a question.] You can taste my emotions?
[That hadn't come up before, though luckily she seems more curious than unsettled.]
[Aurelia hums and nods, lazily rubbing her cheek against Ann’s skin. The clean up crew hesitantly begins to start carting away some of the set, carefully avoiding looking at them behind the bed’s curtains. The sound distant compared to the small amount of privacy the two of them have claimed here.]
I am kin to the Vetalarana… emotions are my primary source of sustenance. I need them, like you need water and meat. They are an infusion of life until my undead soul..
[Blood brings out the poetic bent to her, though she giggles as she says it, amused by the feeling of her voice against Ann’s skin.]
So you eat emotions? [Ann takes this in with a quiet sort of wonder.] Wow... that must be tough.
[It occurs to her that needing something as personal and ephemeral as emotion for sustenance has to mean it's in short supply.] Or, maybe it's easy here. Emotions have to be high, with ah, everything else going on.
[From her vantage point, she watches the shadows of the workers from behind the curtains. Absently, she plays with Aurelia's hair, tangling the strands in her fingers.]
[Aggravated grumbles follow Ann’s suggestion, squirming slightly closer as Ann’s fingers slide through her hair and leave her feeling even lazier than usual. Yet the glimmer of responsible thought is still lurking in her drug addled brain and she sighs and mumbles.]
I have another movie to participate in, soon. Within the hour.
[She’s not going to touch the way Ann’s sympathy makes her feel, tucking it away inside herself and hoarding it. Still, she looks and offers her a bright smile.]
We can discuss it more later, maybe? After all the shootings are done. I can buy you food.
Oh! [Pink-cheeked, Ann nods quickly.] R-right... sure, food would be great.
[Aurelia's smile goes a long way in soothing her, and she pauses, thinking something over before she decides to speak up, hesitantly.] U-um, but if it's alright, can I stay a little longer?
[Aurelia nods, and reluctantly slides out of Ann's grip and onto the floor. She gathers her clothes up and gets ready to leave... only to pause and dart back over to give Ann one more kiss. Just because she can.]
You are very fun to kiss. I look forward to talking to you again soon. I'll keep the stage hands off your back.
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You are my treat, my delicious [another kiss, moving closer to her neck.], savory, [Another, her tongue darting out to trace a vein] meal. And I am going to savor every bite.
[Punctuating her declaration, she drags her fangs over Ann's skin, stopping just short of sinking them in as she rubs herself against the taller woman. The silk of her clothes brushing against the exposed skin and their hungry impatient motions dragging the barely there chemise up.
She pulls away, straining against her instincts to just bite down, to instead stare into Ann's eyes again, the red glow backing her words with the weight of an undeniable order.]
Do not worry. You will enjoy this.
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Do it - please. [Ann's already so wet, just from this, the slickness between her legs undeniable. She feels her inner muscles clench helplessly at the thought of Aurelia biting down and breaking skin to feed from her. Drinking from her, touching her, fucking her.] You said you wanted to, s-so, I want it. [Ann's voice is throaty, edged with desperation. Feeling bold, she grasps Aurelia's wrist, guiding her hand between her legs. Urging her to touch.] Please—
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Her teeth dig into the skin, but are ever so careful not to break it, merely marking Ann with a hickey as her fingers explore between her legs. Delicate, dexterous, and guided by empathetic insight, Aurelia quickly learns what strokes Ann’s arousal most and sets out to give it her. Swirling her thumb over sensitive nubs and slipping inside to stroke and pull, timing a thrust deep with another bite higher on her neck as she responds.]
Patience treat, I will have you in due time. When you are fit to burst, swelling with pleasure, will I have my feast. You will taste sweetest as you fall over the edge.
[And Aurelia will get to ride that orgasm with her, when the rich blood finally spills across her tongue]
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Ann's breasts spill free as she slides the chemise down, full and flushed. The nipples are hard, so sensitive that Ann bites her lip when she twists one of them between her thumb and index finger, trying in vain to swallow a whimper. She stares up at Aurelia, dazed, eyes smoldering with arousal.]
Every night you - ah! [She had to focus — she doesn't care about her lines at all, but being teased like this is driving her nuts.] You've been visiting me... watching me.
[She coaxes Aurelia to look up, touching her mouth, a thumb dragging over her lower lip and smudging her dark lipstick.]
Don't you want me now?
[She tries not to sound too much like she's begging, hoping it sounds more like a proper tease.]
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So eager, so desperate. [A tease so weak being just as good as begging]I am patient, I want to take you properly. But if you wish to feed me so badly… all you have to do is cum
[Aurelia is truly improvising at this point, guided entirely by instincts and half remembered novels. So her words come with the ring of her hypnotic power, brushing across Ann’s thoughts and compressing her frustration and desire into a single need to cum, to fall off the edge and abandon all thoughts for nothing but pleasure.
Aurelia’s mouth rests on Ann’s bared neck, her hand rising to thread into blonde locks and tug just so, her fangs pinching against her skin as Aurelia waits for the exact moment, ready to bite and knowing that as soon as she spills blood the scene will end soon… savoring the singing anticipation in her veins. ]
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But then the hypnotic push hits her as effectively as a punch to the gut: her eyes darkening and a startled gasp escaping her as the feeling, the urge to push herself over the edge turns all encompassing, like a persistent itch under her skin. She sits up to more easily ride Aurelia's fingers, legs spread and hips lifting with each thrust as she gets closer and closer to the edge. All self-awareness disappears, is obliterated in the wake of her need. Suddenly she wants nothing more to do this until she comes messily all over Aurelia's hand, relishing the slick, wanton sounds each time her fingers thrust in and out of her tight heat.]
Ah, yes, yes — right there, don't stop - mm!
[The orgasm that overtakes her is enough to make starbursts explode behind her closed eyes. Ann curls forward, her hips bucking and hitching forward as she finishes with a long and drawn out cry. She still trembles in the wake of it, her desperate bucking slowing as she rides out her climax. Aurelia's fingers are still buried deep inside of her, and she makes no move to pull away.]
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Blood is not something Aurelia needs, but it is a drug that surpasses all others. As it spills across her tongue warmth builds and explodes in her body, the echo of Ann’s orgasm taking her as well. Her body spasms and rocks, feeling like she’s been hit by lightning as euphoria destroys her thoughts and leaves her suckling at Ann’s neck like a wild animal. Writhing together, she only stops when a moan she could not contain pulls her fangs out of Ann’s neck and leaves her clinging to the taller woman with a mewl.
There she lays, warm and sated, licking at the blood spilling down Ann’s body as the director calls “Cut!”. They say more, tone vaguely praising, but Aurelia couldn’t care less. She curls closer to Ann and giggles drunkenly, leaving her fingers buried in the other woman as her body goes limp.]
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The scene was over, it seemed, but she didn't want to move... she cards her fingers through Aurelia's hair, playing with it just because she can. The insistent need that had overtaken her has dropped to a simmer — given her space to think again, and what she's thinking is that... she really wants to do that again. Was that something people asked for? Would Aurelia think she was greedy, if she did? Or too forward, or easy...
She tries not to think too hard about that. Total mood killer.]
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A few seconds later, the crew is scurrying away as Aurelia returns her attention to Ann, a smug smile on her face until she’s giggling and falling back against the other woman’s warmth. She mumbles, words almost slurred until she focuses just long enough to get them out.]
You’re worrying about something. Stop it.
[She can feel Ann’s emotions still, tingling against her skin, and they’re distracting enough to keep her from sinking into euphoric oblivion. She pulls at the sense of worry in Ann, wanting to take it away from her.]
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[So distracted by her own thoughts, Aurelia's demand knocks her back to reality. She'd been observing this giddiness from Aurelia, which to Ann seemed like how someone might act after too much champagne. Was she tipsy? Did dhampir elves get tipsy?]
—What? I'm not worried. [But Ann is a poor liar, and it shows.] ... I was only thinking.
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[Aurelia sighs and shifts against Ann until she can look up at her, look dazed but inquisitive as she reaches up. Slowly, eyes clearly struggling to focus, she reaches up and pokes Ann in the nose before bursting into giggles and falling flat against her then.]
I can listen, before they come to shoo us away.
[Aurelia’s offer is sincere, even delivered while she’s so very clearly intoxicated. ]
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But her offer to listen is sincere and clearheaded, so despite Ann's unease, she chooses to be honest.] I guess, ah — [Nervousness almost stills her tongue, and she barrels on.] I... really liked that - the movie, I mean. But I don't — if you wanted to leave, that is-
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I too enjoyed the scene. You are warm, and I am drunk. I am not moving until I am made to do so.
[With that, she goes limp again, falling back into Ann with a soft sigh of relief at no longer putting in the effort to remain ‘upright’]
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[Aurelia slumps back into Ann's embrace like a content and spoiled kitten, and she realizes that she's not going to get very far with subtlety.] Wait, that's not what I meant-
[Pouting, she considers her options before leaning over Aurelia, her unbound hair falling over them in waves, shielding them from the outside world.
A deep breath. Then:] I meant that I want to do it again. [She breaks eye contact, looking flustered.] I want to do more.
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But a part of her doesn’t truly believe Ann, even if she wants it now… would she truly want it again in a few minutes when the euphoria fades away? Instead she asks, voice soft and hesitant. ]
More?
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However, after a moment or two, she looks down at Aurelia, her face growing thoughtful now. Harder to read.]
Yeah. I thought it was going to be awkward, but — it was totally hot. I had fun. [There's a crooked little grin at this.
She wraps her arms around Aurelia, and for the first time it occurs to her that she's taller, longer limbed. That's nothing new for her — she's usually the tallest girl in her classes. In comparison, Aurelia is petite. Doll-like &mdash: very fitting for the role she'd been put in.
Maybe "hundreds of years" was long-lived to a human, but would it be for a dhampir? Something to think about.
For now, she leans her weight into Aurelia a bit.]
Did you have fun?
[Her voice is soft, the words murmured close to the shell of Aurelia's ear.]
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Yes, I enjoyed myself and you most thoroughly. You are… like a warm pastry, with a spiced filling. Delicious… and your blood is so sweet. So very sweet.
[She’s being very literal, and she can’t resist nuzzling closer to Ann and darting her tongue out to lick away some of the blood still staining her shoulder. A low moan escaping her as she does so.]
I have not tasted emotions so lovely in so very long… not since… since…
[Ever, though she distracts herself long enough trying to remember the last time she fed on emotions that weren’t fear that she loses her train of thought and looks back up to Ann with a smile.]
Yes. I did.
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[Past the lazy zings of pleasure from Aurelia's tongue, Ann manages to focus long enough to ask a question.] You can taste my emotions?
[That hadn't come up before, though luckily she seems more curious than unsettled.]
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I am kin to the Vetalarana… emotions are my primary source of sustenance. I need them, like you need water and meat. They are an infusion of life until my undead soul..
[Blood brings out the poetic bent to her, though she giggles as she says it, amused by the feeling of her voice against Ann’s skin.]
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[It occurs to her that needing something as personal and ephemeral as emotion for sustenance has to mean it's in short supply.] Or, maybe it's easy here. Emotions have to be high, with ah, everything else going on.
[From her vantage point, she watches the shadows of the workers from behind the curtains. Absently, she plays with Aurelia's hair, tangling the strands in her fingers.]
Should we go somewhere else?
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I have another movie to participate in, soon. Within the hour.
[She’s not going to touch the way Ann’s sympathy makes her feel, tucking it away inside herself and hoarding it. Still, she looks and offers her a bright smile.]
We can discuss it more later, maybe? After all the shootings are done. I can buy you food.
shall we 🎀?
[Aurelia's smile goes a long way in soothing her, and she pauses, thinking something over before she decides to speak up, hesitantly.] U-um, but if it's alright, can I stay a little longer?
That's a 🎀
You are very fun to kiss. I look forward to talking to you again soon. I'll keep the stage hands off your back.
[And then she's gone, all but dancing away.]