【 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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▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
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[ Once that leotard is off, Red feels she needs to get rid of that last little bit of fabric she still has on. That ridiculous bit of "chainmail" armor that covers her groin. It's gone in a moment and then she finds her fingers interlaced with Cellinia's, her hand over her heart. She breathes deep, letting herself settle, feeling the beating of Cellinia's heart. It's enough to make Irene want her even more. She's still for a few heartbeats, half suspended over Cellinia, her eyes drinking her in, her own body full of heat and desire, a steady drumbeat in her chest as she tries to figure out where she wants to start. She steadies herself, legs spreading to retain her balance. ]
Cellinia...
[ The name spills out and then she dips down to kiss at her belly. Her other hand joins the first, sliding over her other breast and cupping it in her hand as she leaves more kisses against her belly, the lower arch of her ribcage, her side, then higher, between her breasts again. It's slow and languid and worshipful all over again, as if she has to prove that she adores every part of her that she can see. Her arousal is there - steady and needy and wanting - but she doesn't want to rush; there's no need for a hurried, quick, fervent sort of thing here. Not when she can take her time. ]
(better, she feels like she can breathe again. nothing is restricting them, not even their bodies now that she can feel irene's hands along her body. along her chest, her pounding heart in their closeness. if she wasn't being tortured by longing earlier, she'd almost surely call it more torture to hear the way irene slips out her name. a sharp exhale, a shiver while irene's hands take hold of her bare breasts. they're soft as expected, hardly hiding the warmth that she feels or the steady hammering of her heart while cellinia can't help the moan that escapes her lips whenever the other woman starts again her kisses. her ascent from her belly, her toned abs and along her ribs.
she shifts back for her, pulling irene along to let her be on top this time. her hair, the black and red strands, can be seen strewn about beneath her, beside her. like a halo almost in how beautiful she must look. this wolf can be a thing of beauty whenever it suits her. not just in the men's suits and clothing that she'd wear on occasion, but within dresses that she might rarely be seen within. her body is there, for irene to take as long as she wants with. to take her time memorizing every soft spot, every scar, and every inch of her that the other woman desires to.
even if she's quiet, she looks at her with desire in her eyes. those amber eyes that often are striking enough to frighten away most, but that's fine. she doesn't need to say anything else. her neediness in how she sighs for her should speak enough when irene's lips pause between the valley of her breasts. despite her desire to not label it, she wants to put to words everything. some day she might try to. that she likes her more than cellinia thought possible and she isn't sure what to do again if irene were to be gone like that once more in an instant.
that she might truly feel like she's dying without her. who knows, she might finally admit to herself that she feels something deeper. that she wants more than they should ever want in this hell that is called the golden peacock. love really is, if it is that, a frightening thing.)
[ Red can feel some inkling of that. She knows it herself - that this is something she can't quite put into words. Not yet. Not when she just came back, not when she was gone and she doesn't even remember it. There's a fear that saying it aloud might make this all vanish again in a puff of smoke. So she doesn't say anything. There's nothing to say and she tries to demonstrate through action. Her hands run over her body - waist and hip and breast and thigh, fingers skimming skin and scars, feeling out every part of her that she can. Her lips trail and leave kisses until she captures a nipple gently between her teeth once more.
It's an act of worship.
It's slow.
More than anything she wants to hear Cellinia sigh, exhale, moan. She wants to know that she's caused that. She wants to know that she's pleasing her. There's nothing else - every part of her deserves to be adored and touched and she deserves whatever joy Red can give her. ]
(it's a sharp exhale, when her hands start to drift. to map out and memorize her body, patches of gnarled skin from scars and toned muscle, the softer places that were unblemished. there's something to be said in her offering herself first, that she can trust the other woman to a greater extent than she has others to touch her more freely. idle worship and something that they don't think too much about with every kiss, every brush of her lips against cellinia's body. slowness is something newer in this regard, but she doesn't dislike it.
she thinks she wants more of it.
the sound she makes, the soft gasp when irene takes a hardened nipple between her teeth is something leaning into being needy. neediness. another thing she didn't quite if ever allow herself to display, unlike now, where a hand trails along to thread itself into irene's hair. an attempt at holding on to her and keeping her near, the fear might not go away for some time and that's fine they could need a while to not think to themselves that they'd lose one another.
not to something like this, perhaps even to come to terms with what they want to say most before it happens again when her sighs start to turn to moans for her. the soft sounds of her voice, where not a soul could see or hear them. they deserve this to be their first break of many from the outside. cellinia could give her all of it in this show of trust and something more, she'd do the same in her own worship when given that chance by not rushing blindly to touch her.)
[ The sounds Cellinia makes are music to Irene's ears. She shivers, glancing up along the plane of Cellinia's body to look at her reaction and then she dips her head again to start leaving more licks and kisses and little nips as she trails lower and lower, fingers skimming her sides, her mouth pressing against her belly and then into the soft inner flesh of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her cunt, teasing a little, letting anticipation build. She wants to take her time. She wants to make this last. So she does - until finally she presses her tongue against her clit in a slow, teasing little lick and then follows it with another against her lips, parting her a little as she starts to truly taste her.
Reverence. Worship. She wants to give her so much. ]
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Cellinia...
[ The name spills out and then she dips down to kiss at her belly. Her other hand joins the first, sliding over her other breast and cupping it in her hand as she leaves more kisses against her belly, the lower arch of her ribcage, her side, then higher, between her breasts again. It's slow and languid and worshipful all over again, as if she has to prove that she adores every part of her that she can see. Her arousal is there - steady and needy and wanting - but she doesn't want to rush; there's no need for a hurried, quick, fervent sort of thing here. Not when she can take her time. ]
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she shifts back for her, pulling irene along to let her be on top this time. her hair, the black and red strands, can be seen strewn about beneath her, beside her. like a halo almost in how beautiful she must look. this wolf can be a thing of beauty whenever it suits her. not just in the men's suits and clothing that she'd wear on occasion, but within dresses that she might rarely be seen within. her body is there, for irene to take as long as she wants with. to take her time memorizing every soft spot, every scar, and every inch of her that the other woman desires to.
even if she's quiet, she looks at her with desire in her eyes. those amber eyes that often are striking enough to frighten away most, but that's fine. she doesn't need to say anything else. her neediness in how she sighs for her should speak enough when irene's lips pause between the valley of her breasts. despite her desire to not label it, she wants to put to words everything. some day she might try to. that she likes her more than cellinia thought possible and she isn't sure what to do again if irene were to be gone like that once more in an instant.
that she might truly feel like she's dying without her. who knows, she might finally admit to herself that she feels something deeper. that she wants more than they should ever want in this hell that is called the golden peacock. love really is, if it is that, a frightening thing.)
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It's an act of worship.
It's slow.
More than anything she wants to hear Cellinia sigh, exhale, moan. She wants to know that she's caused that. She wants to know that she's pleasing her. There's nothing else - every part of her deserves to be adored and touched and she deserves whatever joy Red can give her. ]
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she thinks she wants more of it.
the sound she makes, the soft gasp when irene takes a hardened nipple between her teeth is something leaning into being needy. neediness. another thing she didn't quite if ever allow herself to display, unlike now, where a hand trails along to thread itself into irene's hair. an attempt at holding on to her and keeping her near, the fear might not go away for some time and that's fine they could need a while to not think to themselves that they'd lose one another.
not to something like this, perhaps even to come to terms with what they want to say most before it happens again when her sighs start to turn to moans for her. the soft sounds of her voice, where not a soul could see or hear them. they deserve this to be their first break of many from the outside. cellinia could give her all of it in this show of trust and something more, she'd do the same in her own worship when given that chance by not rushing blindly to touch her.)
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Reverence. Worship. She wants to give her so much. ]