【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[gods, does it feel so much better not to have two layers of fabric restraining him. cool air replaces the sensation of lacy nylon, and Akira lets out a deep exhale, hips twitching slightly in patient anticipation. with head thrown back and eyes closed as they are, he isn't able to watch as Minato works. . . but his imagination easily fills in the blanks for him, sending more heat washing through his veins and pooling in his stomach]
[. . . the fingers of one hand curl into a fist against the ground, while he drapes his other arm across his eyes, throat bobbing in a thick swallow. he can feel the gentle nudge that spreads his legs further apart, the palm that glides up the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps pricking to life across his skin. he can hear the rustle of Minato's skirts as he settles in place, and--]
[-- he has no way of predicting when it'll happen. so when Minato's warm tongue eventually laves across him, Akira inhales a sharp, sudden gasp, back arching against the floor, already seeking more. he's far too damn sensitive from all the attention he lavished on the other wild card, so if he seems a bit eager. . . well]
[ The sudden gasp pricks at Minato's ears, and even from beneath Akira's skirt he can see how the other's hips twitch in response. Unfortunate, that he can't see the way Akira's eyes must be screwed shut, face flushed crimson as Minato envelops him within his mouth. On the other hand, maybe he doesn't need to see anything, not when he can feel every throb of Akira's length as it sits atop his tongue. Slowly, he eases more of Akira into wet heat, tracing along his circumference. One hand comes to rest on Akira's thigh as well, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh as the other squeezes gently at his base.
Interesting, Minato thinks, to be in a position where all is left to imagination, where he has to truly listen through the blood roaring in his ears to catch wind of every noise from Akira's throat. But he's accustomed to attentiveness, and it comes as second nature for him, leaving him specially equipped for relentlessly nudging Akira closer and closer to the edge. He doesn't need to see any of Akira's facial expressions for that.
In fact, he'll give an experimental hum and a groan, allowing each reverberation to cascade all the way down. And maybe Akira can even feel the pleased grin on Minato's face from the way his lips curve around his length. ]
[it's slow. agonizingly slow, the way Minato first dips down on him with attentive warmth and heat. his nerves burn-- they smolder with a need for something faster, something more urgent, something that will push him over the edge and give him that release his body is craving. and yet. . .]
[. . . despite that. . . Akira finds that he wouldn't have it any other way. that Minato takes his time is. . . well. it's. . .]
[. . .]
[a low groan reverberates in Akira's own throat as he arcs his hips into the other Wild Card, one leg flung around his lower back, as if to trap him close. fingers dig into the hardwood floor of the trailer; the palm of his other hand presses tight against his shuttered eyes. Minato's leisurely pace suddenly quickens, accompanied by a grin Akira can feel curving against him (gods he wishes he could see it), and those rumbles that course through his veins turn Akira's groan into a a breathy, heady gasp]
Shit--
[it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands where they are, knowing that he cannot seek out blue tresses, tucked beneath his skirt as they are]
Hah. . . y-yeah, that's-- that's good.
[honestly. . . it won't take much. not with how sensitive Akira is, with how close he already teetered towards that edge just by watching Minato fall apart. but he'll try to last for at least a little bit, so that Minato may have his fill]
[ A leg hooks around Minato's back to draw him in closer. Beneath Akira's skirt, an amused glint surfaces within Minato's eyes. There's no need for the leg to keep him in place; there's nowhere else he'd rather be. He can't conceive of anyplace better than where he is now, feeling Akira's desires in every throb of the length balanced upon his tongue, ears soaking up every breathy gasp and every groan of praise.
He picks up the pace, relentless in his mission to pry more of it out, to pluck even further at the strings of Akira's composure. So he eases even more of Akira into his throat, cheeks hollowing out as he applies light pressure.
It's an interesting challenge, gauging how close his partner was creeping towards the edge without relying on any visual cues. Perhaps they weren't necessary though; even Akira's shuddering breaths alone delivered the required information.
...but god, if only he could see the look on Akira's face right now. That sense of yearning only spurs Minato on, letting loose a moan to send even more vibrations all around Akira, as though he were insistently tugging on one of his hands to drag him straight over a cliff to tumble headlong into ecstasy.
And though Akira hasn't voiced any warnings, the way Minato dials up the intensity is assurance that he will not, in fact, be pulling off at all. ]
[. . . Minato truly doesn't hold back, does he? not with that punishing pace, or the low groans that seem to vibrate through the entirety of Akira's body, sending pleasure shuddering down his spine and pooling in his gut. under normal circumstances, he probably would give a warning. it's only polite! but in these circumstances--]
Shiiiiiit--
[. . . there is no warning for when those strings finally snap]
[and they snap so suddenly and unexpectedly that Akira himself is surprised when one right move from his companion drags him clean over the edge. a heady cry tumbles from his lips as his back arches, as hips jerk towards Minato in instinctive desire for more, always for more. his leg around Minato's back tightens, refusing to let go as he crashes through his own release, as the waves of bliss and ecstasy overwhelm him so much that the entire world seems to fade into white, with nothing else mattering except this moment]
[. . . except for Minato, who even now holds him warmly in his grasp, ready and willing to catch him as he falls]
[ Warnings are intended to put others on notice, to inform those who might be unaware of what is to come. Therefore, even if a warning would be polite, it's unnecessary considering Minato's the one intentionally drawing out this reaction from Akira.
It's why Minato knows to pull back a bit, to offer Akira just enough space to twitch and writhe through his climax without accidentally hurting him. The leg around his back cages him in, but there's truly no place that Minato would rather be. He busies himself with swallowing down everything that Akira has to give, pumping at his base with one hand to wring him for all he's worth even through his peak.
And he doesn't stop, not until Akira's finally stopped throbbing within his mouth, not until he finally feels the length between his lips grow soft. Only when does he give Akira one last stroke at his base before pulling off with an exaggerated pop, indulging in one final kitten lick at his tip.
He doesn't emerge just yet though, hovering as he tries to make up his mind about something before leaning down again, running his tongue along the side of Akira's spent self.
Maybe he doesn't feel like wasting the oversensitivity that's still buzzing in Akira's veins. ]
[Minato carries Akira so tenderly through his climax that at the end, he feels spent, every drop of pleasure completely wrung from his ignited nerves. his back collapses against the ground, chest heaving, breaths still coming in short and ragged gasps. it's almost a relief when Minato draws back, allowing Akira to fall into that blissful post-climax state where every sensation is too much. . . and all he wants to do is rest and recover, until his body is ready to do it all over again]
[. . .]
[at least. . . that's what he expects]
[Minato draws back, but it's only for a moment before that tongue lazily glides across Akira again. a startled noise leaps to life in Akira's throat as his hips twitch, another shudder trembling through his limbs]
H-hah. . . hey. . . you-- you tease--
[there's laughter in his voice, just so Minato doesn't think he is offended!]
[ It's tempting to dive back in, to indulge once again so he can hear that startled sound, to feel the shudder that cascaded all the way down Akira's limbs. Minato stays kneeling between Akira's legs, waiting for a response as one of his hands strays to his companion's bare thigh. There, he smooths the side of his thumb against still-heated skin. ]
I think I see what you mean.
[ Even now, even after Akira's already spent and worn out, there's a thrill in contemplating his expression based on how his legs tremble, based on the laugh that's carried within Akira's voice. ]
[for a moment, Akira thinks. . . no, you shouldn't.]
Y. . . yeah. I'm-- good.
[it is awfully tempting to let Minato continue, though. the hand against his thigh is making a great argument for it, and it's not like he doesn't have the stamina to go another round. but when he thinks about how flushed Minato's cheeks must be, tucked underneath Akira's skirt as he is. . . one desire wins out over another]
[a breathless laugh, and Akira pushes himself up on his elbows, giving Minato's ribs a gentle nudge with his knees]
. . . I want to kiss you.
[to stare into those beautiful features while carding his now-bared fingers through damp, blue locks]
[ From beneath the skirt, Minato exhales long and slow, warm breath dancing across Akira's thighs. Greedy, he thinks to himself, how even after everything Akira still wants to share another kiss between the two of them.
But if he's the one agreeing to indulge, perhaps that makes him just as avaricious. He moves, languid, pulling back from underneath Akira's skirt, bangs disheveled and pink dusting across his cheeks.
No words are necessary; Minato's all too eager to lean in, capturing Akira's lips against his own. He throws all earlier caution to the wind, allowing himself to melt against Akira while grasping at his blouse.
Like this, they can share the taste of each other upon their tongues. It leaves Minato sighing, satisfied, as his tongue trails along Akira's lower lip. ]
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[. . . the fingers of one hand curl into a fist against the ground, while he drapes his other arm across his eyes, throat bobbing in a thick swallow. he can feel the gentle nudge that spreads his legs further apart, the palm that glides up the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps pricking to life across his skin. he can hear the rustle of Minato's skirts as he settles in place, and--]
[-- he has no way of predicting when it'll happen. so when Minato's warm tongue eventually laves across him, Akira inhales a sharp, sudden gasp, back arching against the floor, already seeking more. he's far too damn sensitive from all the attention he lavished on the other wild card, so if he seems a bit eager. . . well]
[he can't be blamed]
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Interesting, Minato thinks, to be in a position where all is left to imagination, where he has to truly listen through the blood roaring in his ears to catch wind of every noise from Akira's throat. But he's accustomed to attentiveness, and it comes as second nature for him, leaving him specially equipped for relentlessly nudging Akira closer and closer to the edge. He doesn't need to see any of Akira's facial expressions for that.
In fact, he'll give an experimental hum and a groan, allowing each reverberation to cascade all the way down. And maybe Akira can even feel the pleased grin on Minato's face from the way his lips curve around his length. ]
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[. . . despite that. . . Akira finds that he wouldn't have it any other way. that Minato takes his time is. . . well. it's. . .]
[. . .]
[a low groan reverberates in Akira's own throat as he arcs his hips into the other Wild Card, one leg flung around his lower back, as if to trap him close. fingers dig into the hardwood floor of the trailer; the palm of his other hand presses tight against his shuttered eyes. Minato's leisurely pace suddenly quickens, accompanied by a grin Akira can feel curving against him (gods he wishes he could see it), and those rumbles that course through his veins turn Akira's groan into a a breathy, heady gasp]
Shit--
[it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands where they are, knowing that he cannot seek out blue tresses, tucked beneath his skirt as they are]
Hah. . . y-yeah, that's-- that's good.
[honestly. . . it won't take much. not with how sensitive Akira is, with how close he already teetered towards that edge just by watching Minato fall apart. but he'll try to last for at least a little bit, so that Minato may have his fill]
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He picks up the pace, relentless in his mission to pry more of it out, to pluck even further at the strings of Akira's composure. So he eases even more of Akira into his throat, cheeks hollowing out as he applies light pressure.
It's an interesting challenge, gauging how close his partner was creeping towards the edge without relying on any visual cues. Perhaps they weren't necessary though; even Akira's shuddering breaths alone delivered the required information.
...but god, if only he could see the look on Akira's face right now. That sense of yearning only spurs Minato on, letting loose a moan to send even more vibrations all around Akira, as though he were insistently tugging on one of his hands to drag him straight over a cliff to tumble headlong into ecstasy.
And though Akira hasn't voiced any warnings, the way Minato dials up the intensity is assurance that he will not, in fact, be pulling off at all. ]
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Shiiiiiit--
[. . . there is no warning for when those strings finally snap]
[and they snap so suddenly and unexpectedly that Akira himself is surprised when one right move from his companion drags him clean over the edge. a heady cry tumbles from his lips as his back arches, as hips jerk towards Minato in instinctive desire for more, always for more. his leg around Minato's back tightens, refusing to let go as he crashes through his own release, as the waves of bliss and ecstasy overwhelm him so much that the entire world seems to fade into white, with nothing else mattering except this moment]
[. . . except for Minato, who even now holds him warmly in his grasp, ready and willing to catch him as he falls]
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It's why Minato knows to pull back a bit, to offer Akira just enough space to twitch and writhe through his climax without accidentally hurting him. The leg around his back cages him in, but there's truly no place that Minato would rather be. He busies himself with swallowing down everything that Akira has to give, pumping at his base with one hand to wring him for all he's worth even through his peak.
And he doesn't stop, not until Akira's finally stopped throbbing within his mouth, not until he finally feels the length between his lips grow soft. Only when does he give Akira one last stroke at his base before pulling off with an exaggerated pop, indulging in one final kitten lick at his tip.
He doesn't emerge just yet though, hovering as he tries to make up his mind about something before leaning down again, running his tongue along the side of Akira's spent self.
Maybe he doesn't feel like wasting the oversensitivity that's still buzzing in Akira's veins. ]
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[. . .]
[at least. . . that's what he expects]
[Minato draws back, but it's only for a moment before that tongue lazily glides across Akira again. a startled noise leaps to life in Akira's throat as his hips twitch, another shudder trembling through his limbs]
H-hah. . . hey. . . you-- you tease--
[there's laughter in his voice, just so Minato doesn't think he is offended!]
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Mm. Should I stop?
[ It's tempting to dive back in, to indulge once again so he can hear that startled sound, to feel the shudder that cascaded all the way down Akira's limbs. Minato stays kneeling between Akira's legs, waiting for a response as one of his hands strays to his companion's bare thigh. There, he smooths the side of his thumb against still-heated skin. ]
I think I see what you mean.
[ Even now, even after Akira's already spent and worn out, there's a thrill in contemplating his expression based on how his legs tremble, based on the laugh that's carried within Akira's voice. ]
Not bad.
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[. . .]
[for a moment, Akira thinks. . . no, you shouldn't.]
Y. . . yeah. I'm-- good.
[it is awfully tempting to let Minato continue, though. the hand against his thigh is making a great argument for it, and it's not like he doesn't have the stamina to go another round. but when he thinks about how flushed Minato's cheeks must be, tucked underneath Akira's skirt as he is. . . one desire wins out over another]
[a breathless laugh, and Akira pushes himself up on his elbows, giving Minato's ribs a gentle nudge with his knees]
. . . I want to kiss you.
[to stare into those beautiful features while carding his now-bared fingers through damp, blue locks]
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But if he's the one agreeing to indulge, perhaps that makes him just as avaricious. He moves, languid, pulling back from underneath Akira's skirt, bangs disheveled and pink dusting across his cheeks.
No words are necessary; Minato's all too eager to lean in, capturing Akira's lips against his own. He throws all earlier caution to the wind, allowing himself to melt against Akira while grasping at his blouse.
Like this, they can share the taste of each other upon their tongues. It leaves Minato sighing, satisfied, as his tongue trails along Akira's lower lip. ]