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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.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
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[Breathy, shivered out around a mean grin that's audible. The rattle of his lungs times with the unseen pace on the other side of the wall, a rhythmic, lightly moist sound. Matoba's palm holds his weight and fingers grasp over the stone of the floor as his knees widen further, bottoming out two knuckles as deeply as he can inside himself, the oil provided by their captors dripping down his inner thighs.]
[He has something in front of him that he has been very wary of, yet curious. He would never trust this massive brute to behave properly, were he to indulge his curiosity under normal circumstances, but this stroke of luck is an opportunity he's not going to pass by. And besides, after the way this man took hold of him and made a mess of him last time, he thinks that he deserves to partake of the man just as selfishly.]
[Strict one moment and indulgent the next. Hedonism only on his own terms.]
[Of course, that thing is still just too big, he thinks, watching it flex and bob, veined and swollen with desperation in front of him, dripping from the slit as it seeks a warm clutch to finish it. An enjoyable sight, a fun toy, but too much trouble to fit that thick shaft inside of him. That doesn't mean he can't play with it a little, though.]
[A quiet scrape and shuffle on the other side of the wall tells Quincy of more movement, but he doesn't get another clue of what until there's the brush of contact against the tip of his cock again. This time it's the indistinct contact of skin- neither the heat of a mouth nor a palm wrapped around, it might be hard to identify at first until there's the sensation of muscle clutching beneath him, tender and slick hole eagerly pressed up to his tip and coating itself in his precum with incessant grinding motions.]
[If only he had the leverage to thrust, Quincy could force himself right inside. But trapped where he is, he can only feel helplessly as Matoba holds his cockhead up to his hole and rocks on his heels, grinding the thick length up and through the clutch of his cheeks; the crown grinds against his hole and it squeezes softly against the texture. The slit, carefully guided, is pressed into his worked-opened hole that flares itself over him, teasing it into sensitive muscle and applying pressure back onto it with his hips, threatening only the shallowest, inching gape of penetration into its heat.]
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More shuffling. It’s a poor warning for what follows—Quincy jerks, spine arcing and shoulders rolling, as the tight clutch of lubricated hole pinches over the tip of his erection. Pliant and slick, and that’s when Quincy realizes what he had been doing so quietly over there. A noise breaks in his throat, gravel and broken glass, as he’s unfairly tortured with a pleasing squeeze over his cockhead. Sweat peppers Quincy’s brow and frustration mounts; even though he tries to thrust, an automatic response to the sensation of a slick hold presented to him, there’s nowhere to go. His forehead knocks against the wall with a thump. When he finally gets his hands on this man, sooner or later, he’s going to wring him dry.
The shaft is guided between tight asscheeks. Quincy pants, body tensing under the stimulation, his balls aching for how there’s nowhere to vent his climbing urgency. It’s slow and patient in a way that has him on the precipice, giving enough to drag him to the edge but not enough to push over. The slit continues to leak precum that clings to Matoba’s skin, drips down his hole, thicker and whiter as Quincy is coaxed toward a climax.
But Quincy is nothing if not durable. Though his breathing grows ragged, his cock remains stalwart, huge and firm with its fleshy head prodding that shallow gape at Matoba’s leisure. ]
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[It does feel good, though, when the tip of Quincy's cock breaches his hole- it's so slick with pre now that pushing that much in is easy enough, and he gasps and shivers as he slowly inches over it, feeling his muscle ease open on its girth. He fits the head inside, the crown catching at his entrance, and then rocks subtly over it, nudging the head against muscle that struggles to take the length's girth any further. This trembling barely-fuck over it has his nerves alight, and he quickly takes his own cock-in hand to stroke over himself, sending more ripples of excitement back over the hole that barely clings onto Quincy.]
[It's exactly those ripples of pleasure, and the eagerness to thread this cock inside himself, that allows every agonizing millimeter that his cock sinks deeper. Even just this, only an inch or two deep, Matoba relishes in, enjoying its texture against sensitive walls and the just-too-full stretch of muscle. He keeps a steady grip on the rest of the length behind him, as much as he can, to keep it met up with his hole, a grip that slowly strokes along the rest of the oversensitive length that remains needily un-fucked. His strokes are a little uneven, mostly focusing on his own pleasure as he chases after a building climax mostly built around novelty.]
[When it crashes over him Quincy feels it with the tight clutch of the hole gripping his tip. A quiet, surprised moan echoes against the stone as muscle flutters, quick, teasing thrusts over the head as Matoba empties and strains around him. His grip is uneven as, more as an afterthought, he pumps over the length still buried against him for a few moments before letting it wetly slide free from the clutch of his entrance and instead bury fat between his asscheeks, settled warm and slowly grinding with the rock of Matoba's heels.]
[Whether Quincy can manage to finish like that or not is unfortunately his problem, at least until Matoba catches his breath and remembers he's still hard and desperately waiting for him.]
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That slowly intruding erection throbs in Matoba's ass. It isn't fated to sink all the way to the hilt, not today. Quincy senses as much when the body matched with his quivers again, the plow of his cockhead slowing to a stop as muscles fluctuate. Then another spasm and the stroke of slender fingers. It would be better if he could move, if he could sink into that body to the balls and vent all of his frustration, but given his partner's stinginess, Quincy supposes he should be grateful for this much. They're focusing on their own pleasure—it's obvious whatever Quincy gets is mere happenstance.
Quincy gasps when Matoba tightens up. Pleasure shoots through his system, born from the squeeze over his cockhead. With the barely considered strokes of that hand, then the squeeze of asscheeks, Quincy ejaculates as well. Cum smears between Matoba's cheeks, thick and dripping down to his taint and the backs of his thighs. Quincy pants, watching white spots dance across his vision. Rather than an orgasm, it feels like he's finally reached the end of a waterboarding session. Far more pleasurable, to be certain, but requiring the same will and endurance to survive.
Unfortunately his cock isn't soft yet. Though he's just spent, it's still hard, settling into its refractory period. A minute or two to go soft feels dangerous when this guy is on the other side of the gloryhole. If he could, Quincy would snatch it back right now. ]
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[He finally stumbles forward a few steps to catch his breath and turn to look at the cock still stiff and twitching in the hole in the wall, and a mix of consternation and exhaustion settles into his bones. But never one to back down from a perceived challenge, he decides this cock hasn't had its fill, and so he is bound to finish what he has started, isn't he?]
[Still dripping sticky spend, Matoba takes it in hand and begins to stroke- generous, full pumps, base to tip, thumb smearing over the head and down again. He gives it a good pace, not too quick while still oversensitive, not too slow so as to be torturous, firm enough for satisfaction. After a few moments, there's even the hot, wet seal of lips over the tip, gently using lips to massage the head and applying gentle, suckling pressure to the slit. It's surprisingly dutiful, given the selfishness to this point of the figure on the other side of the wall.]
[Well. As long as the question of his identity remains plausible, it's fine if Matoba takes responsibility for finishing him properly, even for an unspoken deal.]
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A rumbling sound chafes low in his throat. Forehead pressed to the wall, Quincy pants, cooling down from the height of his orgasm. That monstrous cock finally softens, a slow process beneath that teasing tongue and hand. With it comes the relief of not having his poor shaft and balls gripped in the snare of the stupid hole in the wall; finally, tasting freedom, Quincy pulls his hips back and rescues his cock with a lesson learned. His dick is too big for the average gloryhole.
The booming voice overhead announces their success and their door padlocks snap open at the same time, clattering to the floor in their respective chambers. Quincy almost asks for his mystery partner's name, but remembers how he hadn't even answered his single question before. So, after a moment of hesitation, Quincy fixes his pants and heads toward the door. Somehow, he has a feeling that whoever this is, it won't be the last time they meet. ]