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TDM 011
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.
Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】
CAMPING
GETTING OFF THE GRID
As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!
HOME ON THE RANGE
Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!
ACTIVITIES
TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT
Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.
HOWLING
CALL OF THE WILD
Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
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Just two silly furnaces of destruction finding each other in the infinite expanse.
She'd almost forgotten they were naked.
Maybe not almost, maybe entirely, which...says all she needs to say about how safe she feels with him, but that's also not exactly on her mind, not nearly so much as his breath against her cheek, her answering smile to his, her eyes finally closing as she traces the path of his hands in her mind.
Her breath escapes her in a low, quiet laugh as he taunts her, just the right edge of playful and greedy in the way he chooses to tell her he still wants more. Good. She hasn't played all her cards. And she'll worry about finding the rest of her deck later, because for now, his hand is on her ass and Oh—
Oh, that's not fair.
Her flush, which had faded into her general warmth, returns in a rush and her head tilts back in surprise as she gasps.
Firm, muscular thigh meets the apex of her own and she suddenly remembers how this started. Which, how she managed to forget considering what's still pressed against her thigh between his is what's really impressive.
She adjusts so she can touch him, too, grinding down against his thigh in the process even without his assistance and circling her hips just a little, because it doesn't occur to her not to chase how good this feels at the first opportunity. Since he's offering.
Citrine eyes find aquamarine, reflecting everything she's feeling, amplifying, and then he's speaking poetry. Poetry. It's almost enough to distract from the continued effects of him finally getting handsy. ]
How...am I supposed to think like this?
[ She knows the answer is she isn't, but she's trying, all the same, reaching out to slide her hand around the side of his neck, over that golden sun, fingers in snowy hair so she can hold him still long enough to catch that running mouth with hers, teeth gently scraping his lips.
Prey, indeed. ]
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There's something to be said of the welcome pressure of her thigh as his engorged girth is sandwiched between her pliant thigh and his, more muscular one, and that motion of her hips is every reason he hums against her mouth. Unfortunately... ]
-I've... forgotten the rest of the words, [ is Phainon's confession. In it, plausible deniability that it's anything but stolen by the decadent self-indulgence they fall into together. Retreating from the truth - the inevitable crumbling of some lesser memories under the weight of thirty epochs - he bends his knee, hiking his heel closer to the back of his own thigh. This pushes her up along his body, allows him to tip his head up and stamp her wet with each open-mouthed kiss and gentle scrape of teeth he places down the long slope of her neck, her shoulder, on his way to the other breast.
The flat of his tongue licks a wet stripe up the underside of that soft swell until his mouth fastens around her nipple. Only then do his eyes reopen, blue and gold craning up through the white fringe that has fallen from his brow to spy her face.
Given the chance, he'll chase away every thought, grant her a reprieve she's more than earned, and might just need in the journey ahead. ] Something... about running to you.
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And she's searching for something else to say, anyway, when he pushes her up his body with the thigh between her legs and she yelps quietly in surprise, her hand in his hair gripping tightly while she plants the other flat on the floor of the tent somewhere to the side of his head.
Oh, so that's how it's going to be.
After another breath she releases her grip on his hair, unfurls her fingers and pulls back her hand, only to reach out again and brush the fringe from his face, to scrape her nails back over his scalp, down the back of his neck. And what a sight he is, what she can see of him, unruly hair, broad shoulders...but it's the feel of him that sends her spiraling, the strength, the warmth of the sun on her skin, that mouth she can barely keep up with.
As he's left her little to do with her own, and so her thoughts spill out of her, little by little, a soft yes when his teeth scrape her neck, a slightly louder oh! when she moves back in surprise of the feeling of his mouth on her breast and grinds back against his thigh that much harder.
Then he's looking up at her and she's once against brushing the fringe from his eyes, and he's once again saying something that breaks her heart and sends it racing all the same.
Her heart is in her mouth and she's lost in blue eyes like a sunrise over the ocean. ]
Phainon.
[ It's a prayer, it's a promise. ]
[ And she's shoving his shoulders and shimmying down his body until she can kiss him one more time because she doesn't trust herself to say anything else at all. But it doesn't stop her saying his name against his lips one more time, and maybe another.
She's not even sure what she's trying to convince him of. Except that she'll meet him halfway. ]
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So grabby, [ he chides, ] I like--
[ it is smothered against her lips, along with the smile that he can't help when she keeps saying his name. Affection sweeps him like a wave; he wraps her in one arm around her shoulders while the other hems her in by the waist. First, his tongue seizes on the opening when she again says his name, tasting her, the softness inside her mouth. Next, he stamps her lips with a kiss, then several more - playfully - on one cheek.
By the time he rolls them both until they're on their side on the bedroll, his shoulders shake with a chuckle that peters off into a sigh, the great swell of his chest against hers reminding him of where he'd left her damp with his mouth.
A good reminder - one he chooses to cover with the heat of his palm, gazing calmly into her eyes as it rolls gentle over her breast, fingers spreading to give the soft round of it a slight, unrushed and indulgent squeeze. ]
Haha, someone's feeling good, [ As though his cock isn't pressed, twitching, right up against the seam of hip and upper thigh, damning evidence of the same. He smiles again, nosing into her neck, but this time he turns his mouth up towards her ear, lips catching at the lobe. ] Will you let me make it even better?
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A long, warm sigh escapes her when his hand finds her breast again, a hum of affirmation at his first observation....and an even warmer shudder at his question. ]
Do you think you can?
[ Head turned slightly to breath against his ear, her grin is in her voice, her heart pounding against her ribs and he can no doubt feel it in his hand. She's not doubting. She's challenging.
It's easier to touch him, like this, curious hand sliding over his chest, down his side, over ribs and ridges of muscle, over his hip, where the inside of her wrist brushes slowly over the head of his cock, unintentionally, perhaps. Perhaps. ]
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Maybe not as gently as he should; there's a slight blush in the meat between her shoulder and neck where his mouth pulls on her next. If that enthusiasm happened to peak coincidentally with the explorative venturing of her fingers down his ribs, over the knotted muscle of his abdomen, the ridge of his hip to eventually brush her wrist against the rigid, hot shape of his cock, well. Can't blame him, right?
Unfortunately (though that depends on one's perspective), as easy as she has it now, it won't last when he pushes himself up over her on one arm, scooping the other under the small of her back. That he can lift her and scootch her over to take his place, her back against the makeshift bed, speaks to his known strength, but less familiar is the rest. Before that, though, he stops here, one arm curled between her back and the bed, his body warm against hers underneath him, his gaze as soft as the smile gently curving his mouth.
The brightness of her eyes, the pretty blush on her cheeks - even the way her hair falls around her shoulders and head like an artfully disheveled corona of gray - it's no wonder he sighs. ]
I don't want to take my eyes off you.
[ But he'll have to, when he bends to kiss his way down her body, beginning at the hollow above where her collarbones meet, stamping a warm path over the beat of her heart, taking a detour to the other breast, cradled in the cup of his hand, and down toward the dip of her navel, his hair a cool tickle across her bare skin. ]
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But when has that ever stopped her?
She makes a sound in the back of her throat she barely recognizes as coming from her when his teeth find her flesh. While she didn't miss the catalyst, without being able to see the details at the moment she's not going to go blindly groping for his dick. She will, however, be storing this knowledge away. Both his reaction and hers...
A gentle pulse remains when he detaches, and she's almost resolved herself to reach for him when he puts her on her back, ever so gently, and she finds herself grinning up at him, breathless. He's not the only one envisioning a crown, a halo, a backlight and a Gaussian blur... He's beautiful. It makes her ache, from her soul to her heartbeat somewhere south of her navel.
Greedy hands reach for him all the same, one gripping the bicep of the arm wrapped around her (and marveling at just how little of it she can grasp) until he begins to move, the other smoothing over his shoulder, over that golden sun once again, fingertips slipping into his hair as he slowly works his way down her body. She brushes his hair back from his face purely as excuse to keep running her fingers through it, to keep touching him.
A quiet sigh escapes her, her voice a little warmer now, anticipation and something she can't quite put a word on coloring her tone. Something hungry. ]
Then keep them open.
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Roughened by battle, Phainon's hands are as gentle as he can manage, smoothing over the outsides of thighs that his fingers itch to squeeze. At the bend of one knee, he coaxes her leg to fall open, and when he stumbles on an elbow attempting to find a supportive place on a bed too small for this, he lets himself fall mouth-first on the inside of her thigh, shoulders shaking in silent mirth, eyes smiling when they peek sideways at her, up the length of her naked body.
Gods. Never - not once - did he ever imagine he might see her in this light, a pale dawnlight caressing her flushed skin, the intimate and warm scent of her body and her desire mingling with a crisp morning kissed by woodsmoke. In the midst of his affection and reverence, the sheer ferocity of his hunger could make him tremble. It's a miracle it doesn't. That restraint, however, does not extend to the temptation to scrape his teeth against the pliant flesh of her inner thigh as he bites her slowly, soothing with the even more languid lave of his tongue.
He kisses up towards the crease, pulling her other leg to rest her heel somewhere past his shoulder, thumbs pushing, petting the soft of her thighs. Gazing up at her, he would have thought of asking her if she's ready, but the hunger reflected at him in her own eyes makes it unnecessary, if powerfully sexy. The answering twitch of his cock spurs him; his tongue soft as the broad of it slowly parts her glistening folds.
It's so tempting to let himself feel this, to shut his eyes and taste how the delicate, slick flesh glides along the sides of his tongue like the petals of a flower, but he needs to see this, wants to see how pleasure etches itself on her face. ]
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Slowly she plants her forearms on the bed, raises her shoulders and braces herself to watch, just in time to catch his eyes as he takes her in. She's never felt so powerful, so beautiful. There's something in that turn of phrase about the eye of the beholder, after all. He can make her believe it.
Anticipation keeps her heartbeat steadily racing, spikes of pleasurable surprise when he bites, when he soothes, when he looks her in the eyes and all but splits her down the center with his tongue and she loses the staring contest immediately and definitively, her head lolling back over her shoulders as she shudders. It's a long, slow breath out through pursed lips before she rights herself, returns to watching.
He's barely begun, and yet she's acutely aware of her pulse beneath his tongue, hotter than it has any right to be, in more ways than one.
She doesn't trust herself to speak, doesn't know what she'd say if she could formulate a single thought, but as he continues, that barrier wears thin, her breathing heavier, the slightest sheen of sweat across her chest. Oh, she regrets her choice to brace herself on her arms, because she'd collapse if she moved one now to be able to touch him. ]
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And yet- she's here. They both are. There will be times when the thought will gnaw at him, that if they're here then what befalls his world, just... not right now.
Right now, it's just them.
She's cute when she giggles, he likes how it makes him feel when she ruffles playfully at his white hair, like she's pouring something as warm and bright as golden sunshine into all his cracks.
Pleasure bends her spine, dawn shining on her skin. It's a view that brands itself into his brain: the point of her chin, barely visible past the expanse of pale throat exposed by her arch. The shudder of pleasure that trembles her all over, the micromovement echoed by her pretty breasts. The pulse against his tongue.
He sighs into her, furls and unfurls the broad of his tongue, slowly lapping up between soft and plumping folds. Hands spread warmth over her naked thighs, her belly, the sweat-slicked skin between her breasts. At last, he flirts around the very edge of the hood of her pulsing bud, the side of his tongue pulling at delicate flesh.
Affection and desire has softened his eyes, hungrily watching her, drinking in her every shiver, every breath the way he savors the taste of her. ]
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It's not her first orgasm ever, the one he's guiding her towards, she has two hands and a hefty imagination, but it's the first she's placed entirely in someone else's hands. Mouth. She can read the signs, the warmth building below her navel, pleasure snaking down in paths like lightning, the way her hips jerk just a little against him when he begins to tease her clit directly. She swallows hard when it dawns on her just how wet she knows she's getting, and he's lapping it up like he can't get enough.
She's not quite panting, but Stelle's pretty sure she's unraveling a little. It may be the inexperience talking, or the impatience, or just her nature, but Stelle's never been a believer in delayed gratification. Muscles clench around nothing, and she knows she's not far from the climax he's teasing her towards. His tongue drags exquisitely through swollen lips, over the increasingly demanding bundle of nerves at her very center, but it's his eyes that may end her, yet. ]
Almost.
[ She manages, encourages, begs. ]
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It could go either way and he doesn't mind - she might sing that jagged note that says she's overcome, too sensitive, and he'll have to try again another way; she might quake, pulsing under his tongue, and he's desperate to know how she'll taste, how she'll sound when he takes her there.
And she will, he doesn't care how long it takes (his tongue might, but no one's asking). ]
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At first it's a reasonable progression, slowly building, giving her time to adjust to each new sensation...but when he settles against her she has just enough time to wonder why before the onslaught begins. She's frozen in overwhelmed surprise for a mere second before her mind and body sync up again and Stelle starts squirming, heels digging into Phainon's back, dragging along his spine as her hips attempt to rise up against him. Her own arms give way and she slides bonelessly to lay at his mercy.
She doesn't realize she's started whining, wordless begging, absolutely nonsense syllables slipping out between ragged breaths, any illusion of having the slightest shade of control fully proven false.
Almost almost almost almost almost— ]
Oh!
[ She knocks her head back against the bed, staring up at the apex of the tent damn near rapturously, groping blindly for whatever she can reach of him, arms, wrists, hands, even as he holds her down.
Orgasm washes over her in a wave that whites out her vision for breath, before her pleasure centers between her legs, under his tongue, and she keens, writhing under his restraint. Gods and aeons and stars above. ]
Phainon,
[ breathless, starstruck, worshipful. So that's what that mouth do. ]
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Well, ‘stop’ isn’t accurate; his ministrations slow, his tongue soft and warm as it languidly licks up through quivering folds, as his lips, with exceeding care, pluck and suck gently at her swollen lips.
His hand - the other having caught one of hers as it grasped blindly in her throes - paints warmth over her, smoothing up her belly, between and over her heaving breasts, back over her thigh.
Phainon’s eyes have never left her, half lidded and himself buzzing with satisfaction and desire; at long last, when he’s lapped his fill of her and has lapsed into kissing her lower lips, to the inside of her thigh, to her belly, as he pulls one leg off his shoulder, he begins to sit up. One hand remains laced with hers, reluctant to let go.
His other hand pushes the remaining traces off his chin, and he leans down to kiss her, lips still hot and soft from her warmth and pleasure. Another kiss, this time to the back of the hand caught in his own. ]
I take it you hated that, [ he baits; even if he knows she didn’t, he still wants to hear her say so, or at least hear how the afterglow sounds in her mouth before slipping away.
After all, he’s pretty sure there are snacks and water in the heap of supplies shoved in the corner of the tent. As much as he throbs to stay tucked up close to her, some creature needs can’t go ignored for long. ]
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She's pretty sure she's glowing, if not just radiating heat, when he makes his way back to her mouth, and it's all she can do not to to melt beneath him once again when she realizes she can scent herself on him, taste herself, and that has no right being as sexy as it is.
There's a question on her lips, but he's distracting her again, and she swats at his arm with her free hand, wrinkling her nose at him for all of a breath until she's grinning at him again. ]
I can't believe you can still talk after that.
[ She releases him to forage after a moment, and pries herself to at least sit up, which is when her question returns to her. ]
Wait, what about you?
[ Phainon, you've been hard since before you woke up— ]
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It's ridiculous, and he hands her a translucent pouch containing trail mix, the kind that's more candied fruit and chocolate-covered nuts than granola, as if that's what she means. See? He's got something! And, snapping off his bite, he offers the rest of it, picking up what he initially thinks is another snack in a foil wrapper.
It's not. He only realizes when he's handing over a bottle of water, which he's sipped first, sampling anything he hands off to her like he's some kind of attendant testing food before it passes royal lips.
Only a 'hm?' is his answer, before a different 'hm' is hummed, more acknowledging than confused, when he clocks almost immediately the pliant, supple ring of flimsy material he finds in the foil packet. He clears his throat, the tips of his ears pink, and glances aside at Stelle.
Of course he knows what it is. Experimental simulation or no, they were still a complete simulation of life - in all aspects - and of course they invented conveniences like protection. The trickier part is asking; Phainon is working up to it, resolving to speak up when she's finished that bottle of water.
...Which will happen sooner if he just steals swallows of it now and then. Maybe he should. ]
Soooooo... question. [ And yes, his voice is a little slurred, his tongue a little clumsy in his mouth, ] Not to be untoward-
[ Maybe a little untoward. ] You... know what this is, right?
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Phainon doesn't seem to be as concerned about his own needs as she is, though she also recognizes that's not exactly true. It's just been overridden by the need to refuel. So she doesn't repeat her question just yet, resolved to press the matter after they've exhausted her stash.
She pops a piece of chocolate covered fruit in her mouth, chews carefully, washes it down with a mouthful of water, and breathes, handing the water bottle back to him automatically before he can reach for it. She has a feeling he has a bit more to wash down than she does. But she'll do her part to hydrate, too.
Nibbling on the remains of that fruit leather, just about as gracefully as he was, is about when the condom in his hand catches her eye, and it's her turn to forget she should be chewing. Of course she knows what that is. And fortunately, it sounds like he does, too. ]
I do.
[ It's a desperate battle, trying to look anywhere but at his cock, because now she's thinking about it, which means she's looking at his eyes, and that's...not helping her brain function any better. ]
I don't think it's an edible one.
[ Case in point. ]
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Phainon's pride is still recovering from the Super Hot Bath Incident.Perhaps it's some combination of the sight of her - indelicately snapping off pieces of fruit leather between sips of water and glances at the condom in his hand - and her offhand commentary (absolutely on-brand for her), but Phainon's expression splits into a laugh that's equal parts charmed and relieved. ]
Edible? [ she knows more than him on this, but he thinks she's kidding, taking the offered bottle to down a generous swallow, adam's apple bobbing. Wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, he hands it back, once he's nudged at her with his elbow. ] Be serious!
...You're, [ a quick glance at the item in question ] Serious?
[ Same word, different question, very hopeful expression. ]
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Or can't.Present!Stelle however, is giggling behind her hand while she tries to finish the last bit of fruit leather without choking on it in laughter, and finally resolves to wash it back with another gulp of water, which she, of course, hands right back to him afterwards.
She's about to tell him she is being serious when the question changes.
Her answer remains the same. ]
Seriously?
[ Her grin is ridiculous, crooked and real and just as hopeful. ]
Yeah, I'm serious.
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He leans over, shoulder bumping the offered bottle as he seeks to press a lingering kiss to her mouth, still smelling of her. She tastes like fruit.
The idyllic life of love and peace that his parents cherished for a time is beyond the reach of the Chrysos Heir of Worldbearing. Phainon has made peace with his sacrifices. A part of him had once mourned that he might never know the connection, the intimacy of taking a lover, of sharing his life with another for as long as they live.
He had never taken one, not like this. ]
You would be my first.
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Oh.
[ Holy shit, really? Holy shit.
She hopes this is remaining an Inside Thought, but there's no doubt a little surprise in her amber eyes.
It's not that she has any grand value placed on virginity, personally, only that she knows how loved he is. How long he's lived...
You know what, she'll have time to chew on that later. ]
Me, too. I mean. You, too.
[ It's significantly less romantic than his admission, but it's real, the affection, the anticipation.
This has been a lot of firsts already, and she can't help but count herself entirely too blessed they've been with him. ]
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[ He presses his brow to hers, watching through the veil of his lashes those amber eyes that remind him, so poignantly, of the waves of golden wheat that grew around his childhood home. Phainon exhales, slow and even, as though that might quell the feeling that his stomach is full of a hundred nymphs beating their membranous wings all at once.
Her first, too. No pressure, or anything.
Fortunately, he's not coming at this with no foundational knowledge or experience; she may be his first concerning what he considers an act best reserved as a gesture of ultimate trust and love, not so much the 'everything but'. For a short time in his life, he did what any hot-blooded young man might do once set free from expectations or scrutiny: he messed around. Now, it feels like a distant dream, lifetimes ago.
Phainon's breath leaves him, a punched and abbreviated sigh, nodding. ] I, [ he starts to say, a dry swallow clicking in his throat. ] I'll be careful, [ he promises, taking her cheek in one hand, his thumb tracing beneath one amber eye. ] If you can be patient, I promise you, I'll be as gentle as I possibly can.
[ There's only so many times he can have people gawk at his dick before he understands that he's on the 'bigger than average' side. And, okay, so this is going to look stupid? But seriously, a swordsman like him has toughened hands, so there is a method to the madness that is sticking two of his fingers in his mouth, as he moves to tuck himself up beside her in an invitation to lie back.
He doesn't remain idle there, his free hand brushing over the delicate contours of her face, fingers combing through gray - gently, thankfully, for the sake of her slightly tangled hair. ] It'll be better if I use my fingers first. Do you... want my mouth again?
[ His tongue might be tired, but he's got other ways of making this work. ]
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Something else she knows is that the lunacy of minutes ago has not gone far from her, because the only thought in her head for a breath is that she wants to be the fingers in his mouth. She may have girl hands, but it's only thanks to so many women in her life giving her guidance. She wields a bat and a lance on a regular basis, and while she wears gloves more often than not, well. Callouses are inevitable. Which is all to say, she's grateful for the consideration, because it would not have occurred to her.
He promises to be careful, and she's reaching to cradle his face in a mirror of how he touches hers, her smile ever so warm. ]
Hey, I'm totally capable of patience.
[ He knows as well as she does it's half a lie, but she's capable, even if she doesn't. Act like it.
She strokes his hair away from his face, soothing. ]
I trust you.
[ She's reluctant to release him, even as she feels a distinct surge of arousal at the thought of his mouth on her again.
A sparkle in her eyes as she retracts her hand, only so far as it takes to tap her own lips. ]
Here.
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Did she mean to invite him to slot his mouth against hers, to kiss her, as warm and as deep as the longing and endurance that has sustained him for these long epochs? Maybe, maybe not. But his weight crashes into her in slow motion, dropping them both into the camp bed, lips pulling into a smile buried against hers.
Somewhere - between when he's started to pepper her face with kisses and his other arm has pushed into the space between the arch of her back and their paltry bed - he's cupped the warm, damp lips between her thighs with his hand, teasing apart the delicate folds with fingers still rough with calluses, but slick with his spit. ]
If it gets uncomfortable-
[ I trust you.
He trusts her, too. Trusts that she'll be everything he can't see, will be the hands where his can't reach, worlds away, so why not in this? ]
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Her legs part for him without hesitation, relaxed, even as anticipation builds, as the warmth of his slick fingers parting her lips speeds her breath. ]
I'll let you know.
[ Breathy, anticipatory, just a little needy, and if it wasn't already obvious, ]
I'm ready, Phainon.
[ And she is, but even though she thinks she knows what to expect, it's still more. His fingers are much longer, and thicker, than hers, and while she's come down from her orgasm by now, she's still sensitive, still slick, herself. The intrusion of his fingers is met with the slightest lift of her hips, a soft gasp on the inhale. It isn't uncomfortable, it's very much the opposite of uncomfortable, and she nuzzles into the crook of his neck, humming her pleasure in the back of her throat, breathing warmly, open mouthed against his throat.
His angle changes and she groans, not enough, something close... ]
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