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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.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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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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That a sound can make his heart gallop the way that groan does…
A palm - hot and calloused - maps out the slope of her back before it clasps her arm, lest he cave to the desire that wants to crush her gently against the trunk of his body. He tucks his nose against her hair, asking: ]
Right there.
[ Phainon’s eagerness to please is tempered only by some experience; the crook of his fingers, slick with her arousal, continue on as they were, only speeding the way they fuck into her swollen folds when he’s emboldened to test if that sound meant ‘like that’ or ‘more’. ]
More? Like this?
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Questions, questions, his voice skitters down her spine and pools lower, and she squirms a little, as if she can adjust to feel that again instead of using her words. She cannot. Her breath is hot against his skin as she laughs silently, angles up to place a kiss to the center of that blazing sun on the side of his throat. Her palm is braced against his chest, fingers curling in slowly, nails scraping gently over his skin until she relaxes, spreads her fingers wide again.
Phainon picks up the pace, the drag of the curl of his fingers sparking yet another new sensation. ]
Oh! [ breathy, soft surprise, all but directly in his ear. ]
More.