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TDM 003
| TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS |
I. BEACH  Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties. II. DRINKS  The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra.
III. SNACKS  Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles! Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent! IV. SPARKLES  As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable. N A V I G A T I O N |
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[ an easy enough explanation, and she's not hiding the reason for it. he licks his lips and her eyes catch to it, sharp, but she doesn't comment on it. instead she rests her hand over part of his arm, fingers tracing the tattoos. ]
I find that it does. Why don't you tell me?
[ because she is definitely teasing him by this point, the way she drags the tips of her fingers against his skin. ]
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Is your aim to diminish or amplify the effects? [Maybe the urge to seek out contact with someone else would be worse, maddening even, without her touch but although it might be letting him think straight, it was still fueling a growing desire.
A small wave rolls the water closer to where the two are standing, lapping just shy of V's feet. It's his turn to reach out, putting his hand on her other arm.] We shouldn't stay here. [It's not quite a request to go somewhere more private but it might as well be.]
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[ she offers him a teasing smirk in response to his question, especially as he leans in. for her part, just the contact of her fingers against him sends little sparks up her arm. there's a desire there to simply push him down and - well, rub herself over him might not be entirely accurate, but close.
instead, he reaches out, putting a hand on her arm, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment, taking a soft breath before she nods. ]
Sleduyte za mnoy. Quickly, I know of a place.
[ after a moment, she opts to take his hand in hers, gently tugging him back towards one of the cabins. ]
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[He'd meant for it to sound teasing but the word came out in a low, rumbling growl, making it sound like he hoped what she was saying was a promise and not merely a warning. His fingers trail up her arm, he feels an undeniable pull, wanting to thread his fingers through her hair, draw her closer.
She says something, not in English. Right, he'd said something about not wanting to stay on the beach. With the toxins from the animals in the water potentially causing this reaction, it was probably for the best if they didn't stay here while the tide came in.
He nods, following after her.]
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[ the growl is definitely making her hair stand on end, but in the best kind of way. her answer is definitely a promise - it will get worse before it gets better, the way she can already feel her desire spreading throughout her body, making her hotter than she was before.
or maybe that's him - it's hard to tell now, desires and heat all mixed up in one. regardless, they're on the move now, her fingers tight around his as she leads him to one of the nearby cabins. she's careful not to pull him too fast, at least considerate of his apparent need for a cane.
but once they are inside, she's far less gentle - moving to push him up against a wall and kiss him. ]
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They practically tumble into one of the cabins and V barely has enough forethought to think of pulling the door closed behind them. The door may have been nearly forgotten but his cane is set carefully against the wall half a second before his back is pressed against the wall.
A soft, panted breath escapes as he pulls her closer, lips parting as he tilts his head to meet her lips with a hungry kiss, groaning softly. His body feels like it's on fire.]
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the tone of his voice, the tattoos - that she traces her fingers over, patterns that seem both birdlike and feral all at once. he meets her kiss with the same ferocity, and she nips gently at his bottom lip before she sweeps her tongue against his own.
her other hand falls to the jacket he's wearing, tugging on the strings holding it together. she starts to murmur something in russian, then seems to shake herself back into english. ]
Should I worry about your hips?
[ an odd question but - she has intentions of riding, as it were, and if she needs to be careful, she will be. ]
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His body moves, seeking out her touch and leaning into it, but it takes her pulling at the ties of his shirt to realize that, yes, clothing is in the way and needs to be removed. His fingers fumble over her shirt but he ends up tracing over the fabric as he groans into the kiss.
He pants softly when she breaks the kiss to ask... about his hips? It takes him a moment to connect the dots.] Ah. No, I-... no. No need to worry about anything like that.
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[ that's about all the warning he'll get before she's taking him by the waist and tumbling them both into the bed that's in the cabin. it's not fancy, or large, but it's big enough and clean.
she straddles his hips, giving him a little smirk from where she sits astride him. she leans back down to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip more aggressively as she helps him with the strings of his jacket, spreading her hands over his chest once it's open. ]
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He pushes up on an elbow to meet her lips with his own, moving a hand to thread his fingers into her hair as he eases back down, groaning at the feeling of her teeth on his lip.
The ties come loose easily enough and her touch feels impossibly good, warm against his skin as she fans her fingers across his chest. Once again, he follows her lead, his own hand skirting up the back of her shirt, fingers moving up the dip of her spine. His hips shift, rocking slightly against her, pants feeling far too tight for comfort.]
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of course, the next time she rocks her hips down, though, it's very much intentional. she drags her fingers down his chest, a hint of nails leaving faint red marks in her wake. eventually she hits the hem of his pants, and she works on getting those open as well. ]
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He shifts so he can move to help her with his pants, starting to work them down now that she's pulled them open. The pants are it, nothing underneath; the man he'd stolen his getup from hadn't had any, so neither did he.
Moving his hands back to her, he starts to ease her shirt up though the feeling of her skin under his fingers is incredibly distracting.]
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she wraps her fingers around it, gentle, feeling the heft of him against her palm. she hums when he drags his fingers against her skin, pressing a kiss to his lips again.
she has very little in the way of scars, but plenty of muscle hidden under the shirt. she's vain enough that her skin is soft, someone who makes sure it's taken care of day in and day out. ]
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His smirk falters quickly at the completely new and frankly overwhelming sensation of being touched in this way. Vergil's memories were not his own and he'd had more important things to focus on in his brief few weeks of life.
Panting softly already, he gives in to his body's instinctive desire, hips rocking up into her hand with a deep groan. And here she'd barely done anything yet. He realizes his own exploration has halted.]
Your clothes... [It's something of a question, his deep voice rough with desire.] Let me see you.
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and that has her smiling, more than willing to put on a bit of show for that. she lets go of him to move back a bit, resting on her knees as she shrugs out of the white shirt she's wearing over her swim suit.
it's a one piece tied behind the back of her neck, and she undoes it. there's not really quite a way to sexily shimmy out of a one piece, but she does her best, leaving her fully naked in front of him once she's done.
like this, it's easy to see the lack of scars dotting her body, the curve of her hips and her ample chest. and she crawls back over on top of him, her smile turning into a grin. ]
Is this enough for you to see?
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Looking isn't enough and V is reaching out to trace his fingers up her side even as she's still working her swimwear off. With the drugs from the jellies still coursing through him, he simply can't resist the urge, tingling pleasure under his fingertips.]
Yes. [He breathes the word, leaning up to meet her as she crawls forward again. His fingers thread into her hair as he guides her closer for a kiss. When their lips meet again, he lets his hands trail over her with a muffled groan.]
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she lets her fingers trace over his chest, pressing her cunt against his still-clothed cock and grinding down a little. she follows the tattoos until they reach his nipples, and then she moves to pinch them gently between her fingers and give them a little tug as she kisses him, interested to see the reaction it garners. ]
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He's already arching slightly when her fingers brush and then pinch his nipples, sending a surprising jolt of pleasure sparking through him. The unexpected sensation earns a sharp gasp followed by a smirking look of puzzlement. It wasn't that he was unaware that nipples could be sensitive, he just had no idea his were.]
Do you enjoy that as well? [He asks but his hands slide lower, thumb dipping to slip between her lips with his fingers fanned across her thigh and abdomen, massaging his thumb against her.]
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Mmm, I would have to say yes. Getting warmer, too.
[ she barely catches that puzzled look as she rocks her hips down against his hand, tilting her head as she repeats the pinch with one nipple. then, smirking, she tilts forward, pressing her mouth against the other, her chest brushing his skin as she does. ]
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She earns another sudden, sharp gasp, his brows furrowing again as she pinches. Honestly, he'd thought it would be less of a jolting surprise after the first time. He feels his face flush with warmth, another completely foreign experience, as she leans forward and there's so much contact. They're not even doing that much but, because of the poison, it almost feels overwhelming. He moves his hand to her lower back, wanting her impossibly closer.
He shifts slightly so he can maneuver his other hand, withdrawing his thumb so he can twist his hand and slide his fingers into her. The movement is a little aimless and exploratory, sliding against her, into her.]
I want more. [His voice rumbles in his chest but still manages to come out soft and low, half demand and half question.]
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but she thinks she could almost get off just pressed against him - and then he does her one better, pressing fingers inside her. it gets a soft cry from her, eyes falling shut as she clenches around him, even if it's more exploratory than determined.
he asks for more, though, and she chuckles breathlessly. ]
More what, my sweet?
[ the pet name comes easily, as she draws away from him, leaving him bereft of touch. it's only so she can draw herself down, letting his cock rub between her slick folds. ]
This? Or maybe just my mouth?
[ teasing even further as she shifts back more, curling a hand around his cock so she can lean down and tap the head of it against her bottom lip with a breathy sigh. ]
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Before he can attempt an answer, she's slipping away. With a soft, and frankly embarrassing, whimper, he pushes himself up onto an elbow so he can catch her arm.]
No. [She's so far away, leaving him to feel her absence like a cold void.] Not like that. Come back. [Her teasing still earns a needy groan even as he tries to guide her back to where she'd been.]
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she reaches up to wrap one arm around his shoulder, as she rests her hips just above his cock - reaching down to grasp him again, letting the head of his cock press against her sex but not pressing her hips down just yet. she could tease him that he's needy but she doesn't feel that'd be quite right - that he might draw away if she points it out.
she wonders if he'll keep his restraint or break it and push into her. ]
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Tease. [He growls the word, the corner of his mouth curling up. Rolling his hips upward, he tries to guide her down, lips parting in a silent moan.]
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[ teasing, yet again, catching the curl of a smile on his lips as he guides her down. she doesn't resist, feeling the head of his cock breach and spread her open, sinking down with a full-throated groan.
she rests the hand that was holding his cock on his chest, fingers pressing against the tattoos there - she almost thinks she can feel them against the pads of her fingers - as she presses down, until they're joined hip to hip.
she'd sigh his name, but she doesn't know it - ]
Tell me your name.
[ a breathless demand and a bit of a silly one when he's already inside her, but she squeezes around him, promising a reward for it. ]
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