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【 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!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

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!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

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.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

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 WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ 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

▶ 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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Comments

[stellerly]

[ It's...definitely for the best that Phainon knows to brace her before he takes the training wheels off, because Stelle'd hate to break his nose when they've only just got going. Fortunately for his tongue, too, he's primed her to a hair trigger.

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. ]

[greatestworks]

[ She breaks upon the shore of her orgasm and he doesn’t stop that relentless all-out assault until he hears it – the way Stelle breathlessly sings his name.

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. ]

[stellerly]

[ It's embarrassing, how long it takes Stelle to come back down to reality, to catch Phainon's eyes as he continues to dissolve her composure, as she attempts to inhabit her own body again. She clings to him, his hand in hers, her other absently running up and down his arm as he caresses her. As much as she'd love to get her fingers back in his hair, she didn't trust herself not to blind him by jabbing, well, blindly earlier, and he seems to be on the move, now.

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— ]

[greatestworks]

[ And he's still hard and aching, but Phainon- well, between two appetites, it seems the one that makes its home in his stomach is the louder of the two. Her question finds him rummaging, and when he lifts his head to look at her, it's with a piece of what looks like fruit leather clutched in his teeth and lolling out past his chin like some grotesque, dark plum tongue.

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?

[stellerly]

[ Something swells in her chest and blooms, roots spreading warmth through her veins, wrapping tightly around her heart and squeezing so hard her breath catches. Why it was the image of him crouched over her hoard, fruit leather hanging out of his mouth that finally did her in and not everything he's done with his actual tongue, who can say, but there's...something she's vehemently not putting a word to. She's been selfish enough. She can hold this tightly, too. And him as much as he'll let her.

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. ]

[greatestworks]

[ He's been toiling on a deficit and passing the nights hungry; Phainon can be excused for listening to his stomach. This isn't nearly enough to make up for it, just to take the sharpest edges off and, anyway, Phainon doesn't relish the idea of being the only Chrysos Heir to faint from hunger.

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. ]

[stellerly]

[ Well, there's a problem for future!Stelle: feeding this man. Not that she has a single thought in her head that he can't take care of himself. She knows better. She knows what he's survived. Endured. But she also knows he's prone to setting himself aside until it's nearly too late. And to enduring things he really doesn't need to just to prove that he can. 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.

[greatestworks]

[ Phainon’s eyes soften. To be frank, he harbors doubts so readily about himself; they push him to try harder, to mold himself into who and what he feels others need. But in this – that he wants Stelle, to give himself to her in the way she offers herself to him – he’s never been more sure.

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.

[stellerly]

[ He tastes like fruit, too, and the fact that he still smells like her is still not lost on her, as she licks her lips, as her quiet surprise slips out. ]

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. ]

[greatestworks]

...An honor to be trusted so.

[ 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. ]

[stellerly]

[ There's a lot Stelle doesn't know, and to be perfectly blunt, average dick size is definitely one of those things. What she does know is that she's not a quitter, so if he thinks she needs to work up to it, she'll work up to it, but she's gonna take it, regardless.

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.

[greatestworks]

[ His lashes sweep his cheeks, a gentle blink for the gentle hands on him, sweeping his pale hair back from his face. Phainon's gaze drops to the gesture she makes, the tap against her mouth, and the heat is back in his eyes a moment later. His fingers come away from his lips, glistening with spit.

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? ]

[stellerly]

[ As a matter of fact, yes, she did mean to invite him to capture her lips with his, to steal her breath away along with her heart, and as ever, he delivers. He already had one of these things, of course, and she can hardly let him keep her breath, but her heart beats in his chest sure as anything, her hands cradling his face as she kisses him tenderly in return, as she licks the taste of fruit leather and just a little of herself from his lips.

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... ]

[greatestworks]

[ With Stelle folded close against him, her breath puffing against his throat and every minute shift, every tremble of her body felt either against his own, in the arm that cradles her against him, or around the fingers enveloped in her silken heat, he has never felt more intrinsically, more intimately connected.

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?

[stellerly]

[ She can feel his pulse against her forehead, the way she's pressed against him so closely, and she's sure he can feel hers around his fingers, skipping every other time his knuckles brush against her clit. Oh, how he holds her together even as he pulls her apart...

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.