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TDM 12
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
As a token of appreciation to all of our guests, the house and resort have worked in collaboration with the all powerful system that transmigrates souls between worlds to bring you a special excursion! All are invited to participate in our limited time event, Tits out! A Sex Dungeon! where guests can shop, craft, adventure, treasure hunt, and battle.
During this event, sexual encounters with WILDCARD guests are worth double the payout, so please keep an eye out for our new arrivals! Other supplies, such as typically banned weapons, are also available.
We appreciate our low rank guests temporarily adjusting their living quarters to accommodate this delightful experience. Extra thanks to you for your generosity! 】
WINDING MARKET
A ROOKERY COMES SPRAWLING
SPECIALTY SHOPS
LIMITED TIME WARES
JOBS & QUESTS
A MAKESHIFT TAVERN
Are you looking to make big coin? Do you have the strength and endurance to take on the dungeon? Then we want YOU to join our guild's quest to sLay!
The dungeon is teeming with sexy monsters that need sLaying. All you need to do to sLay is to fuck them real good! Once satisfied, these sexy monsters may drop quality loot. Join in the hunt to sLay and consolidate drops with our guild! We're happy to make trades or buy.
Yaaassss sLay all day!
JOB POSTING ONE! BIG PAYOUT FOR EASY WORK!
I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.
Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!
JOB POSTING TWO! HELP A WOMAN'S GROWING BUSINESS!
I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!
You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!
JOB POSTING THREE! PLEASE DON'T ASK WHY!
Hello. I need many dungeon slime cores, so I am looking for everyone and anyone willing to go slime hunting and gather some for me. We can negotiate pay based upon the number of slime cores brought. Do not inquire what the slimes or their cores are needed for.
Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!
JOB POSTING FOUR! I WANT COLLECTABLES!
If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.
You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.
A WHOLE NEW BASEMENT
GOOD LUCK, NEW ARRIVALS
UPPER DUNGEON
START THE DESCENT
LOWER DUNGEON
HALFWAY DOWN
TREASURE ROOM
IT DEFINITELY ISN'T CURSED
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; anonymous; aphrodisiacs; BDSM dynamics; body swap; breeding kink; classic tropes; costumes; cum play; dubcon; death; enchantments; erotic plants; erotic monsters; entrapment; hypnotism; noncon; temperature play; traps; weapons; violence; voice kink
▶ 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 November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.
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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 November event and is designed to provide content for players through the mods' December break. The marketplace and dungeon will ICly conclude on January 1st.
▶ 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!
▶ 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.
quincy | nu:carnival | 3♦️ — current character.
ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, ғʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!
[ Heading down to his little room to grab some supplies ... had been a mistake. So much for having a safe space for squirreling away materials. Stuck beneath the mistletoe with Y O U, this large man sighs, rubbing his forehead where some invisible force had smacked when he tried to continue along his way.
Brow furrowed, Quincy's gaze narrows as he immediately jumps to conclusions: ]
What did you do?
[ Yes... he is throwing the blame on the blameless. But who would assume that plant, looking so cute and innocent, is waiting for some heavy makeouts with groping and tongue? ]
ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sɴᴜɢɢʟʏ sᴇx
[ The wind has picked up and the cold is cutting. After even he, a thick and heavy man, had nearly slid off a crumbling ruin edge, Quincy had begun to pick through the moss and search for an alcove in which to hunker down until it calms. It's dim with his torch having blown out but he can still see the outline of another person doing the same.
So he waves, pointing to an overhang and gesturing to swing below. It isn't safe, and having spent so much of his life as a guardian of the forest, he isn't inclined toward leaving someone at risk. It also seems to be some kind of campsite, so that's more than enough to share with another person. ]
Come this way, there's shelter.
[ Ah, but what they don't know yet — there's only one bedroll... ]
ᴄᴜᴍᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴛᴀᴛᴇs, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs
[ A job related to plants? Quincy assumes this will be simple enough, and a good way to earn some extra money for his ongoing cabin construction. So into the dungeon forest he goes, agilely avoiding horny branches and perverted vines, locating the dongle flowers after a few hours of searching.
............ well. Their appearance is a bit of a surprise, but given where he's from, he isn't completely shocked. It really does look like a field of erect penises.
He strides toward a cluster, elbow brushing against one somewhat hidden by a cover of leaves. It twitches and shoots milky fluid, splatting right against Quincy's cheek. White liquid drips down to his jaw. He stops, but the first flower sets off a second, which spatters at his feet.
Hearing someone else nearby, Quincy calls out, while trying to remain still enough for the dongle flowers to settle and not set off a larger chain of
bukkakereflex shooting: ]Don't move!
[ They should definitely not listen to him and move. The dongle flowers are locked and loaded. ]
ɢʟᴏʀʏʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏʟ
[ Not getting crushed by a nipple boulder would be great. After jumping over the ledge and into the darkness below, Quincy does not expect to land in a vacant room with only a hole in the wall. The disembodied voice makes its intentions very clear: PUT YOUR DICK IN THE HOLE OR REMAIN HERE FOREVER!
So Quincy puts his dick in the hole.
Only, when he does, nothing happens. Annoyed at being tricked, he tries to pull out... but his cock is too fat to pull out after all this sexy dungeon stimulation. Groaning in annoyance, he rests his head against the stone, giving up and temporarily resigning himself to a fate of being stuck.
Of course, the reason nothing happens is because his 'partner' hasn't yet landed on the opposite side to fulfill the gloryhole kink. When they finally do, they'll be met with the sight of a cock just hanging out, waiting, and perhaps hear a very annoyed sigh from the other side after a minute. ]
ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ
[ The marketplace is charming, a place much more comfortable than the resort usually is with all the glitz and glam. The smell of lumber and pine, the crispness of snow ... Quincy sits outside the tavern while nursing a warm beer and watching the artificial night sky as flakes fall. Cheeks pink, it's obvious that he's had a few drinks — the gaze he turns on whoever decides to join him on the outside benches is gentled by alcohol and familiarity. ]
Do you want some?
[ The bartender had kindly left a pitcher out for anyone wanting to enjoy the view of a lit tree against a starry night sky. He lifts it, offering to pour a cup. It's been a bit since he had sex, and the Diamond on his wrist is beginning to take on some color. It's normal to hook up at a place like this, right? And the mood is just right. ]
( hello!! embarrassingly, there are still prompts I want to do: all the potions, slime with breeding rut/hut, slime with dom/sub, more kinks in the trap room, body swap, arrow shot for lust at first look, cute gift giving with CR, etc! feel free to hit me up via PM if you'd like to plan something out or just hit me with a wildcard and i'll roll with it. ♥
ota, i have to update my kink list but usual no's apply. otherwise, very flexible and dirty, let's get horny lmaoooo )
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[Dusting himself off with some annoyance, Matoba takes in his surroundings. Stone walls still surround, but the room is rather bare, aside from a few tools against the wall to the side and the conspicuous wall behind him.]
[With a cock sticking out of it. Hm.]
[Matoba stares at said conspicuous dong, noting its size with a delicate lift of his brow. Something about that rings familiar; and as he draws closer, he realizes why. Ahh. How fortuitous. The owner of this very fat cock had taken some liberties with him not long ago (in his opinion, how dare he so pleasurably make use of his thighs!), and so now is a perfect opportunity to teach him a lesson about swinging that thing around as he likes!]
[From Quincy's side, things are awfully quiet despite the obvious arrival of a partner, just the occasional quiet sounds of movement. But after some time and the sound of movement stopping by the wall, he'll begin to feel something- a heated flutter of breath, the light, grazing touches of fingertips tracing along his length, and then the warm, wet flicks of a mouth and tongue, helping itself to a taste.]
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[ After what feels like a good half an hour, sound echoes from the other side. Quincy perks up somewhat, resting hands against the stone, listening best he can. Who's over there? He expects them to speak, even if it's to audibly question why there's a cock sticking out of the wall — but they do not. Quincy's lips part, prepared to take the lead, but words are cut when a tickle of warm breath meets his skin. ]
Tch...!
[ Fingertips trace along his shaft, a teasing prelude to the flutter of lips and tongue against sensitive head. A small groan chafes in Quincy's throat. Pleasure shocks straight to his balls and his cock twitches, beginning to stiffen. Thick veins and pink flush bloom; a dewy bead of precum builds at the slit. His fingers clench, nails scratching into stone, having no other outlet for the sudden spike of arousal that burns in his belly.
The direct way the other goes straight for cock, paired with what essence Quincy can sense through the wall, gives him more of a clue as to who this shameless culprit is. Not that it matters; knowing doesn't make Quincy any less stuck. The teasing has made that matter worse, with his cock getting thicker under fresh waves of excitement.
So, Matoba can enjoy that fat dick getting fatter against his mouth. ]
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[The quiet chuckle just barely audible through the slab of wall between them can be felt more than heard, wispy warm breaths over Quincy's cock from the lips pressed close against it. Matoba watches Quincy's cock twitch and bob in its trap as blood rushes, standing at attention from the wall. Fingertips trail down its length again, teasing along pronounced veins and then trail downward; Matoba cups Quincy's heavy sack and palms him, rolling and slowly squeezing to feel the tension of rushing arousal.]
[It's a nice cock to look at, and nice to feel... A shame, really, that he's just too large to have a lot of fun with. Well... Maybe that's a line that he can toe, though, if this wall eliminates the risk of the giant on the other side taking matters into his own hands...]
[Ah, and he still needs to repay the favor of him doing so, before, when he got himself off...]
[Not that Matoba needs all that much excuse to engage in mischief when a serendipitous opportunity lands right in his lap. Still cradling Quincy's sack in both cupped palms, he leans forward to the upright tip and seals his lips over it, nursing and suckling free the first beadings of pre at the slit with a wet sound, then pushing his lips over the crown of the head. Thick even at the head, Matoba has to widen his mouth more than he's used to even to swallow that much, but it's still an easy enough fit- nursing with slow, patient suckles that temper Quincy's pleasure, stoking but not feeding the fire in his belly.]
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To add to matters—Quincy has always been especially sensitive along his cock. Touch is amplified without sight, and the giant groans as deft fingers play with his balls and dick. His nipples pebble beneath his shirt and the fine hairs along his nape and arms stand. One of his few outlets is his own bottom lip, something Quincy brutally gnaws when the plush warmth of a mouth folds over the tip.
Another broken noise grits in Quincy’s throat when Matoba’s tongue sweeps over his swollen slit. Suckling those initial beads of precum earns more of them, thicker and glossier as they leak. There’s no room to thrust, but he still flattens his belly against the wall in a pathetic attempt at moving his hips. It’s both too much and not enough. A warm clutch of mouth covers his cockhead but only nurses it, as if merely sampling the flavor.
That big model-pretty cock strains beneath Matoba’s teasing. Even with a wall between them, it isn’t difficult to hear the fluctuations in Quincy’s breathing—it isn’t thick enough to muffle sound altogether. More, he wants more, but his fat cock is stuck and completely at the mercy at the troublemaker on the other side.
………… he may be in trouble. ]
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Mother Slime: the Reckoning
It’s why the Mother Slime got the drop on him - literally - flattening him to the cave floor as its gelatinous mass plopped down on him from above. His struggles while suspended in its ooze paused but once, when he noticed what appeared to be boot with some skeletal bones still attached floating nearby.
Have you ever seen what spontaneous immolation looks like while suspended in goo? Apparently, like a gold-white shimmer, before Phainon is ejected in a slimy heap, the flame-like flutter of his hair settling into a soggy mop of white and gold irises cooling into blue.
It’s possible that anyone else - either trapped by the fleeing Mother Slime and ejected the same as he was, or caught in the splash radius as a bystander - is as drenched in this stuff as he is, but Phainon hasn’t had a chance to observe his surroundings again as he coughs gobbets onto the floor, heaving for breath. ]
That was careless- [ he wheezes, dragging a messy back of his hand across the slime drooling from the point of his chin and only making it all worse.
He blinks hard, and for the slime oozing out of his hair and across his vision, he gives his head a shake to toss his fringe from his eyes. ]
Quincy?
[ There’s no mistaking that… incredibly enviable physique anywhere, even bleary-eyed with slime as he is. ]
We have to stop meeting like this, [ Phainon quips, a little breathlessly; life-threatening situation and barely escaped intact? He’s on top of the world, and look at that, he’s found a friend to boot!
The swordsman finally looks the part - that is, with a broadsword of dubious quality strapped across his back - and otherwise scantily armored in a single pauldron protecting one shoulder and a leather codpiece. The rest has been (barely) covered by an abbreviated chiton hastily constructed from some sheets he found, covering him from one shoulder to hip across half his chest, and his waist from about mid-thigh. And white, turned nearly translucent by the thick layer of cloying slime soaking it and everything else. ]
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He swims through the waters of the fifth floor, exploring sunken chambers in search of useful materials. Unknowing of the water’s strange properties, he swims for a long time, enjoying the freedom to gather supplies to save for later. The slimes that float by don’t pay him too much mind, as if he’s part of the scenery. He grabs several useful items, swimming up from the depths to return to his waiting pile of clothes and satchel.
When he comes up, it isn’t the quiet scene of a few oozing baby slimes—the hefty body of a man flies out from the mother slime, spat as if she had gotten a bad taste in her mouth. As a bystander halfway drawn out of the water, Quincy’s upper half gets splattered, an unfortunate casualty of the mother slime’s disgust with whoever she just ejected. ]
… Phainon.
[ Or, little sun, which is what Quincy mentally refers to him as. Passionate and quite literally hot. Now: covered in viscous slime juices. Quincy combs back his wet hair and hoists himself out of the water to check on him after that awkward landing.
Only, because of swimming for a while, every gesture Quincy makes may seem particularly… attractive. Curls flick sparkling water as he combs them back, errant strands falling loose along his hairline and kissing his dewy brow. Beads of water and slime trickle invitingly down thick muscularity as he flexes, glowing on his naked skin, teasing as they slip between his cleavage and the bend of his waist. Having been in the water, Quincy is only wearing a tightly fitted g-string. The rest of his clothing is in the waterproof bag he had purchased at the market.
Despite having just come out of the water, heat peppers along Quincy’s skin. He doesn’t know why, blissfully unaware that the splash from the mother slime is slowly beginning to take effect, and chooses to ignore the sensation while reaching into his pack to grab a small hand towel. It had been intended for patting himself down after swimming, but clearly poor Phainon needs it more. He’s absolutely soaked in slime.
Quincy immediately crouches down beside the other man and wipes his face with the towel. Slime in the eyes can’t be good. Though, with his vision cleared, poor Phainon’s view will be of a muscular water nymph sparking seductively in torchlight. ]
Are you alright?
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even if so much of that flora seems intent on reaching out and touching him (caressing at best or groping at worst). typically, a repudiating sweep of his talons makes the foliage think better of its overly-amorous ways. as for the monsters, getian seems to luck out in that several of them don’t seem interested in him—do they think he’s a monster as well? if that is the case, he will count himself as lucky.
the thing about having spent even a moderate amount of time on this floor is that getian has rather quickly learned its varying “dangers.” the potions within the chests, mostly, but there are also the strange flowers that grow thick in the very heart of the forest… the Miemeng bird is roosting nearby when he catches sight of the approach of another, likely drawn there by the request he’d heard had been posted for the plants’ milk.
it’s neither in getian’s nature nor required of him to try to intervene and warn everyone about the consequences that getting too close to the flowers might pose. he thinks that whoever posted that request should have done that themself.
but when he notices the tall, strapping figure of quincy—one that he wouldn’t mistake for anyone else in this resort—well…
he takes wing, but as the Miemeng bird is alighting down on the ground, he sees that his warning would already be too late if he gave it. ) Quincy— ( he cautions, but the first flower has already fired its milky load, followed in short order by the second. the bushes seem to bristle with the rest, ready to fire off at the faintest provocation.
which puts getian in a tricky position. do as quincy says and stay still, or just try to get out of range and save himself…?
when he flares out his wings and tries to lift off again, the plan that had formed in his mind had actually been closer to what had happened on their first meeting: dart forward to try to grab the man and pull them both to safety, but… what getian hadn’t accounted for was the wind whipped up by his wings. the faint, buffeted breeze brushes past the dongle flowers, and all hell breaks loose, with the two of them well within the range of the thick, milky crossfire.
getian himself has streaks of the stuff across his exposed skin and in his feathers; he expresses a faint sound of displeasure upon noticing the latter. of course, he’d been standing further away, so he probably suffered less than quincy had, basically standing at ground zero… )
My apologies… ( he shakes out his wings, as if doing so would remove the viscous milk. when he looks up to the other man, it’s with an apologetic and almost sheepish expression. ) I couldn’t warn you in time…
( hm… he’s starting to have a feeling of deja vu… )
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A wry thought that crosses the forest guardian’s mind the moment before chaos erupts. Getian swooping down, trying to save him, though the dongle flowers are an entirely different breed than the snuggleblossoms. Resigned to fate, Quincy closes his eyes a millisecond before the dongle flowers blow their load. A symphony of milk explodes with streams of sticky fluid splattering Quincy from head to toe. White oozes down his face, his muscular chest, sticks in his hair, and stains his clothing. A human man would find the sight extremely provocative; seeing as Getian is a bird, maybe the image won’t be quite as lewd to him.
He remains still until the shower is over… though he’s keenly aware that any break is temporary. Slowly, he opens his eyes, wiping milk away from his lashes with the back of his hand. ]
… it’s my fault.
[ He should have approached with more caution. All flowers in this resort, evidentially, must be handled with care. Especially since he’s already feeling strange after his unexpected milk shower—heat flushes through his body, strongest of all at his groin. His cock stiffens, its large profile obviously tenting at the front of his trousers. It isn’t a heat like the one the snuggleblossoms caused, that had felt desperate and painful. This is more… he’s horny. Suddenly so horny and feeling like he could fuck for hours. Another wry thought: makes sense that a pharmacist was looking for this ingredient. That ‘popular prescription’ is now abundantly obvious.
When Quincy’s gaze returns to Getian, it’s somewhat dazed. His cheeks are stained pink and milk drips down his face to his throat. Ah… Getian really is so pretty. He suddenly can’t stop thinking about the tight clutch of his cloaca. Exhaling, Quincy slowly picks his way through the forest toward the bird, trying to ignore intrusive thoughts. ]
Have you seen a pond around here?
[ He… really needs to wash off. They both do, but Quincy is basically a walking porno at the moment. ]
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though, really, there are greater factors at play that are working against them, manipulating them into such similar scenarios. yes, one should probably be wary of any flora that appears spontaneously in this resort, as they do seem to be favorite and convenient conveyance methods of, well… various substances and fluids that could inflame one with carnal need. unfortunately, getian’s own arcane skills are ill-suited to defend either of them from the dongle flowers’ assault; if anything, the wind stirred up by his wings only makes matters worse by disrupting more of them (though they might still have gotten over-excited by the over-excitement of the other flowers nearby). despite good intentions and best efforts, they both bear the brunt of the floral firing squad, their faces, bodies, clothing, hair, and feathers made a mess by the viscous milk.
the concept of who was truly at “fault” here probably didn’t matter much to begin with, but it rapidly diminishes in importance as the effects of the milk begin to pass through skin and into their blood. getian finds his breathing becoming more labored, a flush spreading across his face and running down his throat as heat fills his veins like liquid magma. he would agree that it was different than what they had experienced with the snugglebossoms—that had been an almost dangerous imperative, a physical need so acute that it had verged on painful when considering not fulfilling it. he feels restless. he takes a few wary steps back from the dongle flowers, apprehensive that they might fire again, though the rest of his body language seems confused, uncertain—his wings are half-held out, occasionally fluttering with aimless energy, seeking any outlet.
distracted. it’s hard to focus on what quincy says to him. it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t the chiseled landscape of the man’s body, the pronounced shape of his cock straining at the front of his trousers. the Miemeng bird’s feathers ruffle as a bone-deep ache sinks through him before taking up residence in his hips. it’s true that the absolute mess that the flowers had made of quincy wouldn’t immediately read as lewd to a bird like him, but… well, getian has been in the resort for several months at this point, and such conceptions can be learned. with the way he looks, he is fighting back his own intrusive thoughts, though they are more along the lines of how badly he wants to grab the man in his claws and carry him away for his own ends.
hm. that wouldn’t be very polite… )
…Pond? ( the words filter in several seconds too late. he manages to tear his attention away to return his gaze to quincy’s own, but just barely. his breath comes in quick, heated huffs. ) There are some places I have found on this level where water trickles through, further down, but I have seen nothing like that.
( it seems so pointless to talk about this— )
Quincy…
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I was thinking that we could wash off if there was one.
[ Unable to help himself, Quincy stops only when he’s standing right in front of the Miemeng bird. Drawn in, a hapless moth to beautiful flame. Like that ill-fated insect, Quincy can’t resist reaching out to touch. His hands, still damp from dongle milk, cup Getian’s warm cheeks. A thumb strokes, gently wiping away a few flecks of milk clinging to that pretty face. A gesture that might have been sweet if not for the raging boner that Quincy’s currently sporting; its profile is impressive, a massive bulge leaking precum against the front of his trousers.
His own cheeks burn. Even the roots of his ears are blushing, bright color stark against blond curls. Forget a pond—what Quincy really needs at the moment is an ice bath. Every nerve wants Getian. Needs Getian. Yet to attack him in the middle of a crop of erotic flowers again … what if he starts to think that Quincy is some cloaca-hungry beast?
Despite best intentions, Quincy’s gaze is rapt on Getian’s mouth. Such a lovely shape. Begging to be kissed. He’s trying very hard not to visualize how they would look stretched around his cock. ]
… but it may be too late for that.
[ He can immediately sate one of those urges. Leaning in, Quincy meets their mouths, finding the smallest relief in the curve of Getian’s lips. A kiss that he lingers in, an innocent one despite all of the depraved acts he wants to subject the Miemeng bird to. In the end, he rests their foreheads together before admitting, ]
I want you.
[ As if his unflagging erection hasn’t made that abundantly clear. But this want isn’t the same as having been drenched in milk and meeting a stranger; it’s genuine attraction that he has always been quiet and respectful about amplified to an overwhelming degree. Their first encounter had been so sudden and frenzied that he’s taken great care since. Wanting to treat Getian well… but with instincts laid bare by dongle flowers, it’s hard to deny his desire to fuck the bird senseless.
What he doesn’t know, however, is if Getian wants him back in the same way. He may have also been sprayed, but not to the same degree—and even so, that doesn’t mean that Getian wants to mate with him again. ]
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when slimes attack
Unfortunately the loot he currently had tucked away on a satchel on his belt was somehow luring more and more of the denizens of this floor in his direction. Either in automatic reaction to his slaying of their fellows or because they fiercely protected the blessed water this floor seemed to have in abundance.
Which is how Sylvain had found himself on the edge of one of the larger pools, dripping wet after having pulled himself out of a recent watery attack - only to find himself surrounded by a growing circle of multicolored slimes. ]
Well, shit.
[ he might need a hand soon. in more ways than one. ]
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While the stranger looks capable of defending himself, the number of slimes ganging up on him continues to increase. Quincy isn’t one to leave someone in danger; he immediately approaches and begins crushing slimes under his boot or kick them away into the water. Some slime splatters for his efforts… but as far as he’s concerned, aside from having to clean up afterward, that’s a small issue. It isn’t the first time he’s fought off slimes like this (or so he thinks).
The larger slimes are a bit more challenging. Quincy grabs one that had been ready to lurch its gelatinous body at the stranger, catching it in strong arms and spinning, sending it flying away with a distant splat. Hands now slick with slime, his skin tingles, a strange sensation that he can’t say is unpleasant. Strange.
Turning his head, blonde curls fall across Quincy’s eyes as he regards the other man for a moment, then asks: ]
Did you take something from them?
[ Even with kicking and throwing as a deterrent, the slimes continue to ooze and try to latch on. ]
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[ For all that he's seemingly been fending off the persistent little buggers for a while now, Sylvain doesn't sound all that winded. A little harried, maybe, because there seems to be no end to these things and he's soon going to have to start pulling out his fire, and that's going to make a mess.
He spares a sideways glance at the stranger who wanders in his direction, thankfully taking care of any slimes in his way - any little bit helps at this point. he's managed not to get any on him - other than the water from the pool itself - but his spear is absolutely dripping with ooze and it's working its way down the shaft towards his hands. Not that he's realized that yet. ]
They're certainly persistent, I'll give them that.
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Mostly unaware. Quincy turns his palms up to look at his hands when the tingling sensation begins to work up his arms. It isn’t painful, which is why he doesn’t yet warn the other man—though he does try to swat off some of the slime clinging to his fingers. ]
… I’m seeing that.
[ In classic dungeon style, from the depths of the water behind them, silently, a massive slime begins to rise. This one is much bigger than the others and even more gelatinous, oozing rivets of slime and dungeon water as it heads right at them.
Normally, Quincy would have noticed a hulking mass of gooey impending doom. But it’s strange—whenever he looks toward that red haired stranger, it’s increasingly difficult to look away. It’s the first time a sparkling beauty has distracted him so much, but he can’t not notice how beads of water trickle down his skin and how his hair curls as it dries.
Whats weirder? The giant slime incoming or the big man staring with a 😳 face? ]
2, happy for this to go wherever re: sexytimes :3
He's more than grateful, then, for the tall man waving at him to get his attention, nodding at the instruction before following him down under the overhang. Thankfully, the rock seems to block out the worst of the wind, and there's space to start a campfire, so they can get warm...
He does notice the lack of a second bedroll, but right now he's not really thinking about that. They can cross that bridge when they come to it. Right now, Kaveh is hugging himself, rubbing his bare arms as he smiles at the stranger. ]
Hey. Thanks for the head's up. I was dying out there.
Excellent~
I’ll start a fire.
[ It’s cold, even for him, someone with bulk. The poor guy looks like he’s about to fold into himself from the chill.
Quincy kneels down to make a small fire pit, gathering leaves and twigs before adeptly striking a flame between two branches. Orange flicks to life for a few seconds before a gust of wind cuts through their little alcove and immediately snuffs it out.
He stares at the tiny plume of smoke. Then, shrugging it off, Quincy repeats the process. The same thing happens again: a stray breeze finds its way inside and kills the fire with a short fftttt. After the third time it happens, Quincy leans back onto his heels, silently putting the branches down before turning to look at the poor shivering Kaveh. ]
… … … take the bedroll.
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Th-thanks.
[ He knows how to start a fire, of course, but in this kind of weather he's not sure he would be able to be steady enough, and so he's glad for the other's presence. Like this, they should have a fire before too long at all—
Or not, he realizes, frowning, as the flame flickers to life for the barest of moments before it dies out. And then again, and then again.
Take the bedroll, the stranger offers, and Kaveh shakes his head. As cold as he is, he thinks he has an idea. Rubbing harder at his arms, he glances down at his toolbox. ]
Mehrak. Scan the area, figure out the best place for a fire. The wind... the wind keeps blowing ours out.
[ With a beep, the box floats around the area, scanning occasionally before coming back to Kaveh, who continues to shudder and tremble under the wind. More beeps, and a projection appears in front of it. He takes a moment to study it, sucking in shaking breaths.
Then, he points at one particular spot. ]
Try... try there.
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Like catching an unruly toddler, he wraps the opened bedroll around Kaveh, swaddling him inside after he points out the new spot. With this wind, a fire alone won’t be enough to warm him should he get too cold, and Quincy has the advantage of being large. So, rather than tell him to take it again, the forest guardian takes matters into his own hands. Get cocooned, Kaveh.
Then, Quincy kneels, once again striking up a fire. This time it manages to stay lit, but due to the wind, the flame isn’t able to grow too large. Still—it’s enough to offer some heat. He sits beside it and gestures to the spot at his side, ]
Sit. We should stay close for warmth.
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slime wildcard.. dom/sub?? heat/rut? both?? let's gooo
ah, that's good. even better is that he has found familiar company. offering quincy an easy smile, dan heng slides over to settle into a worn stone crevice beside where quincy stands at the edge of this particular pool. folding his arms over the stone lip, dan heng lifts his eyes to his face.
which is very far away, by the way, sir you're huge. ]
Made your way down here as well, hmm?
[ clearly. but dan heng seems pleased enough to see him. nevermind the slimes cruising through the water beneath the surface nearby. ]
both… give him some baby dragons thank u
He snaps out of it somewhat at the sound of his voice. Cheeks faintly pink, Quincy’s gaze slides away. ]
… mn. It’s a good opportunity to collect materials.
[ Sometime during Quincy’s clumsy exchange, the slimes in the water and on land stir, as if drawn toward their energy. They float and ooze in their direction. Quincy remains unaware, eyes sliding back to Dan Heng’s face. Wanting to close the distance, he squats, solving some of the issue of being so huge. A little.
He reaches out to catch a lock of dark hair between his fingers. ]
Having fun swimming?
excellent.. rubs my hands together
but now, his time here has taught him to see differently, to understand the attraction in someone's eyes, and each and every time it is exceedingly flattering. dan heng smiles, his eyes following quincy's when the man kneels and lifts a curl of his hair. ]
I am. The water feels nice.
[ there's little that a vidyadhara loves more than this, even if the water is a little cool for his tastes. ]
Thinking about joining me?
[ he's not.. good at flirting, which is obvious given how stiffly he speaks, but he's trying, and his interest in his eyes is genuine, as is his smile. he glances down quincy's body briefly, then back up again, meeting his eyes. ]
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[ By now Baizhu is used to being accused of accosting people from behind, so he takes the attitude in stride, and simply glances up at the mistletoe with a knowing smile.
What a thing to find in the midst of these dungeons! It’s truly a fascinating plant that can grow anywhere and under any conditions, including the dungeons that were once the lowly ranks’ suites.
But he eventually tears his gaze away from such a fascinating object of scientific inquiry to gaze upon the infinitely attractive specimen he’d come to know so intimately not too long ago, and he smiles, a little fondly, a little apologetically. ]
It’s lovely to see you again, by the way. How are you feeling?
[ Why is there always something wrong with Quincy’s head whenever they meet— ]
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[ Quincy says, dropping his hand to reveal the pink spot on his forehead. His attitude softens when he realizes who the ‘culprit’ is—the youthfully spry doctor who had helped him when he was sick. As lovely as ever, with his verdant hair and gentle visage.
His gaze flicks back up to the mistletoe. As a man who likes plants and is familiar with many, Quincy knows what it is. It’s Baizhu pointing it out at this particular moment that’s strange. ]
Again…? Is there something unique about this mistletoe?
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He can attend to other matters then, such as the fact that Quincy is still relatively new to this place… ]
That would be our culprit. You’ll find that it sprouts in rather surprising areas, entrapping all within its sphere of influence.
[ He definitely should not sound too cheerful about that. ]
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