TDM 003

[erkumods]

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. Geloso: Has a slightly bitter, yet refreshing herbal taste... and it will make you feel inexplicably envious of virtually anything, to a petty degree! Be it someone else’s shoes or their incredibly muscular physique, you’re jealous enough to tell them about it! Colpito: Fruity and sweet like candy. If you drink this, you will feel hopelessly infatuated with the very next person who catches your eye! Vivace: Delightfully tart, with a flavor somewhere between citrus and raspberry. This summery drink will fill you with bubbly energy. Whether you’re feeling flirty or just mischievous and playful, you’ve never felt more alive! Verace: Creamy, earthy, and a little nutty - the flavor is hard to describe, but delicious. After drinking this, you’ll feel strangely compelled to spill something you’ve been keeping a secret, no matter how incriminating or embarrassing. Conoscere: The robots are especially excited about this flavor! They’ve heard organic beings enjoy chocolate, and hope you like their first attempt (it’s a little bitter, but it is chocolatey). Those who drink this will feel incredibly confident and sensual. Better yet, if you share it with a partner - which the 'bots encourage you to do - you’ll find that every touch is enhanced, and every sensation is shared between the two of you. A lucky few may even be able to sense one another’s thoughts! 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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[overannchiever]

[ She coudln't say no even if she wanted to, a yelp of surprise tumbling from her lips as he picks her up with ease. His arms are snug and strong around her frame and it's only natural for her to immediately pillow her head against his chest, one hand lifting to rest gently on the folds of his yukata. ]

I'd like that a lot.

[ The words sound strange coming out of her mouth; she's always been one to put the needs of others above herself. But right now all she wants is to be pressed up against him, enjoying the heat where clothing gives way and skin presses up against skin. ]

I'm not sure there's a good place to go though....all the buildings past the beach are pretty broken down.

[ Not exactly prime cuddling material if she's honest. ]

[schwarzen]

[ It feels cruel to break away from her now, even the slightest of her touch against his chest making him feel weak to her spell. So her words calm and reassure him, leaning forward and nuzzling her temple gently with his nose as he considers where to go. ]

Yes, that's true. [ He murmurs, beginning to walk away from the shallow waves and towards the drier sand. She fits so perfectly against him, that if he weren't so eager to explore the rest of her body, he might have been happy to simply carry her for a while. It helps that he's certainly not displeased that carrying her means he has a grip on her thighs. ]

I spotted what looked like some abandoned huts nearby. They look fairly private, from what I could tell. Would you like to see if one is acceptable?

[overannchiever]

[ Ah good, now she can continue to enjoy Sand In The Crack as only an alcoholic beverage and not an unfortunate personal hygiene condition. ]

That...sounds like a good idea.

[ Her voice comes out faint, higher pitched than she'd like it to be. She's too busy hearing her heartbeat pounding in her head, and trying desperately not to think of how rough his hands are and how she wishes they were roaming all over her body instead of staying still on her thighs. She's discovering that she has a lot of wishes, actually, none of which she would ever admit to under the cold hard influence of sobriety. ]

How far away are they?

[ Patience has never been one of her better virtues, but right now it's absolutely trashed in the face of the aphro coursing through her veins. The sooner they stumble into one of those huts, the better. ]

[schwarzen]

Not far. Perhaps a five minute walk, or so.

[ Short enough that it isn't so terrible to walk with an uncomfortable boner. Besides, he's enjoying how easy Annette is to carry, and the fact that she trusts him enough to be comfortable like this despite the fact that they'd just met. Because he can't resist, he leans down to give her a small peck on the lips before beginning to walk.

It isn't long before they find a suitable hut nearby. Siegfried takes a moment to dust any sand off of them, setting her down before they go inside. ]

Is this one alright?

[ He parts the curtain shielding the entrance. There's a blanket completely covering the ground (no Sand in Crack here), and perhaps most importantly, there's privacy. Not that they've seen anyone else nearby. ]

[overannchiever]

[ She tries not to wiggle against him while he carries her, because he's really doing both of them a service by traversing the beach as swiftly as he can. But it's nearly impossible when all she wants to do is grab fistfuls of his hair and pull him towards her, incomprehensible actions fueled by a neediness that overrules her usual good sense.

Five minutes feels more like a thousand years in this state, but it's not long before the shadow of the hut is falling across them. Thank goodness, she thinks for one brief moment, before a thin needle of shame pops that bubble and sends it flying. She shouldn't be so desperate; they've only just met after all. That doesn't stop her from rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure building up inside her. ]

It's perfect. [ She hasn't even looked. ] Please, I don't want to wait anymore—

[ He could drop her on the ground right now and she wouldn't even care. Those itty bitty jellies sure pack a punch, huh. ]

[schwarzen]

[ He isn't doing much better in terms of patience, as composed as he may try to keep himself. It's nigh impossible not to let his eyes wander down her body as he carried her across that beach, and it's only the fact that he hasn't lost his respect for her dignity that he doesn't undo her bikini top until they're in private.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have a little bit of teasing nature left in him. ]

Alright, alright. [ Siegfried sets her down on the blanket, gently parting her legs and kneeling over Annette. She's even more beautiful like this, flushed and splayed out beneath him. Seeing her like this is the last push needed to override any reason within him. ] As much as I'd like to see you plead a bit more, I'm not doing great with patience, either.

[ He lowers his voice, although they have more than enough privacy now. ]

You've waited long enough.

[ He shifts up, kissing her, sweet and lingering, while his hands travel over the expanse of her back, untying the flimsy strings that held her top in place. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Thank you, daddy would probably be an appropriate response to this if a) her saying it wouldn't make me want to die, and b) she weren't high off aphro jellyfish.

It's a good thing he's got her top, because her own hands are too busy roaming over his body, fingers running over the planes of his chest and the scars that interrupt smooth flesh more often than not. Another time, another place, and she'd be more than eager to listen to him tell stories about how he'd gotten all them.

This isn't the time or place though.

Her answering kisses are eager, teeth nipping at his lips and tongue teasing his, her breath coming in satisfied sighs with every new touch. She'd be happy to stay pressed up against him forever but as it turns out, she's still too much of a people pleaser even with aphro. ]

What...do you want to do?

[ Not even square-wise, but in general. ]

[schwarzen]

[ There isn't that much cloth covering her body, but Siegfried wants to get rid of it immediately regardless, eager to run his hands and mouth all over her. He's at odds with his desire to both take his time and consume her, driven by her eager kisses and pleased little sounds.

His arousal is now painfully hard, pressing against her groin teasingly, but he pays it no mind, immediately endeared by Annette's pleasant and sweet nature. Were he in his full rational mind, he would have been charmed regardless.

He shivers at each brush of her wandering hands, parting from her mouth only to kiss and nibble the smooth skin of her jawline, neck, collarbone— whatever of Annette his lips can find. ]

Hmm... I'd like to reward you for your patience with my mouth. [ He murmurs, teeth grazing lightly at the top of her breast. Truthfully, he's not paying any mind to the idea of their cards, relying more on base desire than anything. His gaze does flicker back up, momentarily breathless at the flush on her cheeks. ]

Is that alright?

[overannchiever]

[ He could tell her he wants to chain her up and gag her and she'd agree without a second thought. Between his lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin and the pressure of his arousal against her, it's hard to conjure up any thought that doesn't echo the single sentiment of more, especially when she's too busy moaning softly, grinding against him in unpracticed motions.

Thankfully, it's nothing so extreme—quite the opposite, actually. She's grown increasingly familiar with the magic that hands and fingers can work on the human body, but mouths, on the other hand...

She shivers again, but this time both from anticipation and pleasure. ]

Please.

[ Just the one word again, husky with want. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Just one word is all Siegfried needs for his last semblance of restraint to wither away, allowing himself to indulge in the sudden waves of desire. Was he objectively aware that this wasn't a natural occurrence? Yes. But he couldn't bring himself to care, not when Annette was pleading for him to continue.

His breaths grow shallower, lips uttering small groans against the swell of her breast while his hands trickle lower, pulling down the last barrier shielding her body from him over her ankles. Now he's happy to take his time exploring her, humming lowly as his lips wrap around her nipple, curiously swirling his tongue around the nub.

Annette is so, so warm, soft, and alluring. He seeks to draw out more of those little sounds, slipping his hand along her waist and letting it sink between her thighs. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Instinctively, she parts her legs for him, granting him easier access for whatever it is he wants to do down there. The empty beach hut doesn't exactly offer much by the way of comfort but she doesn't care, Siegfried's calloused fingertips and the dextrous movement of his tongue enough to make it feel as though she's resting atop the clouds.

Her hands move back up, fingers tangling in his hair. Some giddy part of her wonders how she's ended up in this situation - not the part where she's sitting naked in a complete stranger's lap, but the part where said stranger is tall and handsome and so surprisingly gentle. Like some gallant knight out of a story book except we all know he's actually друг.

She's never played the part of princess, too much of a bookworm to ever think much about something like that, but she lets herself fall into the role now, giving him ready access to any part of her he desires. ]

[schwarzen]

[ There are still traces of the sea on her skin, but he clearly does not mind, lazily drawing circles along the sensitive nub, only parting briefly to lick a trail leading to her other breast, imparting the same lavishing attention there.

He can't help but feel pulled in in to the gentle way she threads her hands in his hair, to the soft sounds drawn out by each flicker of his tongue. He has half a mind to encourage her to plead a little more, but his impatience would be his undoing, too.

All the while, his fingers find her pussy, fore and middle gently stroking along the sides of her clit while he slowly kisses down her body. He's pleased to find that she's just as aroused as he is, the feeling of her, warm and slick and ready making his cock twitch and weep for attention.

Not yet. ]

I can see it was cruel to make you wait even this long, Miss Annette.

[ He muses, looking up at her from the dip of her waist, gaze as adoring as he might look at a familiar lover, because in the moment, he can ignore that they've barely exchanged names. She feels warm, comforting, and inviting, and he'll take that invite, sinking those same fingers inside of her as he continues mapping his way lower with his lips. ]

[overannchiever]

[ She's learned a little about herself, these past few months on the island, about what she likes and dislikes, and what her body responds best to. It's as though he can read her thoughts, hands and lips moving in time with the quickness of her heartbeat.

(Or maybe she's just naturally expressive, arching her back with each swirl of his tongue, and tightening her legs as if to hold his teasing fingers in place. And though words are failing at the moment, there's no shortness of sound escaping through her lips, uttered between uneven breaths.)

His voics washes over her, lapping at her like a gentle ocean wave, and it's only some seconds later that she can pull her wits together long enough - Goddess, but that feels so good! - to muster up a reply. ]

Then don't make me wait any longer...

[ The unspoken please hangs in the air between them. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Every moment of letting his own desire go unattended is a delicious sort of torture he hadn't anticipated. It is completely worth it, to enjoy every little sound she's making, every movement of her hips that urges him to give her more.

He finally gives into that urge, wordlessly accepting her plea. He settles between her thighs fully now, gently parting her labia with his free hand and grazing the tip of his nose along her inner thigh.

Right, no more waiting.

Siegfried tastes her slowly, at first. The flat of his tongue drags lazily along her clit, and the thrust of his fingers inside of her has slowed, as well. It is only when an involuntary shift of his legs causes fabric to brush against his arousal, that his hunger once again overrides reason. He groans, indulging her by applying more pressure, exploring her at a steady pace.

This world may be turning him into a deviant, for he cannot help but enjoy the warmth of her cunt, the feeling of her slick and needy against his lips. ]

[overannchiever]

[ They form quite a pair then, disheveled on the ground, their rationale tossed aside like Annette's discarded swimwear.

Is she complaining though? Not in the slightest, too busy shifting under the thorough ministrations of Siegfried's tongue as it toys with her clit and slides between her lower lips. Her hands clutch at his hair, pulling a little too tight—but her mind is too thoroughly clouded by arousal to manage an apology. Each ragged breath ends on a whimper, rising in both pitch and volume the longer he stays there between her legs.

His touch is better than anything she could imagine, while at the same time driving her to the brink of insanity. She wants to beg him to finish it, and also never wants him to end this, each wave of pleasure cresting higher than the next.

She opens her mouth. Another moan comes out. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Pleasuring anyone like this— this isn't a skill that Siegfried has particularly honed. He is guided purely by instinct, and by a need to make her squirm and cry out more, sounds that send shivers down his spine and make him grow increasingly possessive. His gaze flickers up on occasion, drinking in her slim, sun-kissed body arching and rolling, just for him.

He’s never been a man to seek power, but his purpose is to serve, and the sight of Annette losing herself to pleasure is enough to make him lose his resolve.

It’s too much— her flushed skin, her sweet taste, the way her fingers curl around his hair, begging for more— he clumsily searches with his free hand, slipping his hand into the half-undone fold of his yukata and searching for his cock. His mouth never stops working at her center, eyes fluttered shut as his fingers curve deep inside of her, stroking deep and steady.

All the while, his breath hitches, having curled his grip around his cock and stroking himself shamelessly. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Each press of his tongue against her clit feels like lightning. Each steady thrust of his fingers has her own fingers tightening, desperately searching for something, anything, to anchor herself to lest she lose herself in a sea of wanton pleasure.

It's not like her, to be so selfish, and she struggles once more through the haze to change the trajectory of the course they've found themselves on, head lifting up to peer down at him. There's not much to see: his head resting comfortably betwen her thighs—and his hands, working at something between the folds of his outfit. She's not naive. She's seen enough of the pornos in the library to know, heard enough gossip back at the Academy.

The sight sends another wave of heat pulsing through her. She shivers and licks her lips, unable to stop herself. ]

You can put it inside, if you want.

[ Her words might be barely more than a hushed whisper, but the quick flick of her tongue across her upper lip, half-lidded eyes bright with unbridled desire as she stares down at him, suggest that she means it more as a desperate command than a gentle request. His mouth and hands are beyond intoxicating, but there's still an unfilled want that sits hollow inside her, begging to be filled with more than just a few fingers.

She doesn't realize she's begging aloud either until she hears her voice echoing in the small hut. ]

Please.

damn i forgot how horny this tag was... blobsweats

[schwarzen]

[ Siegfried would have been more than happy to satisfy her and take care of himself, to continue doing as he had been, until her voice demands his attention, distracting him from the task at hand (and mouth) . He's surprised, but pleasantly so, eyes flickering with desire when the suggestion becomes a plead and slowly pulling his fingers out from inside of her. He shifts so that their bodies are flush again and moves himself upward, lips departing from between her legs. He doesn't bother to clean away any of the mess they've made, a slight sheen along his lips and her taste lingering as he kisses her, deeply but briefly.

All the while, he's stopped paying attention to himself in favor of clumsily untying his obi, parting his yukata so that he can rid himself of the last barrier as soon as possible. ]

There isn't any doubt in my mind that I want to.

[ He whispers after he pulls away, eyes searching hers for a moment. It's such a simple, selfish thing to admit, but it still fills him with wonder just how much he desires this young woman.

He takes her hand and guides it to the top of his waistband (they're boxer briefs btw, no thongs for the moment, sadly), closing his eyes, as even the gentle flutter of her fingertips along his abdomen makes him tense with need. ]

Will you help me?

closes eyes, don't remind me

[overannchiever]

[ He's barely finished his request before she's struggling up, pushing herself off the floor in order to acquiese. There could be something romantic about all this, the opportunity to undress her partner and to explore all the areas of his body she hasn't yet gotten to touch yet. Unfortunately, the one (1) shared brain cell between them means that she opts for speed over sensuality, fingers gripping around the waistband of his boxer briefs to tug them unceremoniously downward, not stopping until they've managed to disrobe him completely.

But even under the influence of aphro, Annette's still a person fueled by curiosity, and she pauses for the briefest moment to let her gaze fall downwards. Hard not to stare when it's right there in front of her. Harder not to imagine the entire length of him buried deep inside of her.

She shivers again, single moment of clarity overruled once again by the aching need betwen her legs and the desire to slot herself against him until all she can hear, feel, taste is him. So she does, grabbing hold of his tangled hair yet again to pull him to her for another sloppy kiss, stopping only to breathe and to whine, low and needy. ]

Now. Please.

[schwarzen]

[ It's hard to miss Annette's eyes wandering down below his waistband, and the little shiver reaction makes it difficult not to smile. He may be someone who didn't put much weight on sexuality before, but it is a nice feeling to receive silent approval.

Or not so silent, because she scarcely gives him a moment to run his own appreciative gaze over her naked body, etching each curve into his memory, before he's being pulled into a heavy kiss. Not that he minds. Siegfried quickly moves to part her thighs, steadying his palm against her ass and groaning when she begs for him, the last push needed for him to eagerly comply. ]

Only if you keep moaning for me, Annette.

[ Although it isn't as if he has any sort of self-control to hold himself back at the moment. Her little squirms and sounds have ensured that. Her mouth tastes every bit as sweet as her pussy, and so he doesn't break away from that sloppy kiss as he grips his cock and draws her towards him, urgent with need.

His tongue fills her mouth just as he fills her, plunging deep within her until his entire world is simply Annette. He stills like this, shivering at the feel of her enveloping his cock, groaning against her lips, before he begins to move. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Never in her life has she been this greedy, disregarding so completely the wants of another person in order to catch and hold onto what she herself wants. If she were in her right mind, she'd apologize profusely, one hand covering her tomato-red face as she desperately tries to turn this situation around

If, if, if, but there are no ifs happening right now.

Instead, there's only the taut stretch of her body as he fills her, the length of him hot like a brand inside of her. Her eyelashes flutter open and her breath hitches in her throat, a whimper escaping past her lips as her whole being freezes. There's pain, because she's only done this once before, but more than that, there's an exquisite sense of completeness that spreads through her as their hips join together.

She's too far gone to make much sense of his words but she unconsciously complies with his request anyway, moaning into his mouth as he moves inside her. Her hands slink up past his shoulders to rest against his lower neck, her nails sinking into his skin in a desperate bid to pull him as close as she can get. It's not enough to just feel him plunging deep into her, even if every movement has her arching up into him, legs wrapping and tightening around his waist to lock him in place. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Siegfried’s own desire has become reckless, maddening, only a small amount of restraint left in him keeping him from completely giving into greed. Every minute of waiting and of denying himself pleasure has been absolutely worth it, the tight heat between her thighs enveloping him and making his body ache with pleasure. He too wraps his arms around her, holding Annette’s pliant body against his own, feeling his chest swell with fondness at how lovely and immediately enamored he is with this perfect stranger.

He lets out a soft moan against her lips as he moves against her, a steady rhythm that sends shivers down his spine with every indulgent thrust. His hands reach up to knot themselves in her hair and gently pull as he presses harder into her, deeper, filling her with his cock in ways he’d only fantasized about while making her squirm with his mouth.

He’s beginning to lose himself, evident by the stifled, hungry groans and shallow breaths he leaves into the frenzied kiss, and then along the outline of her jaw. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Each thrust leaves her gasping, body hot with desire as she rocks against him, nails digging into the broad expanse of his back right below his shoulder blades. Someone's going to have a few scratch marks tomorrow, sorry.

Annette's never given much thought to sex before arriving on the Nameless Island, dismissing whatever pleasure one might derive from such a (quite frankly) messy-looking act as inferior to the satisfaction brought by achieving perfect marks on a difficult exam or the bliss attained by biting into a delectable slice of cake. As it turns out she is a fool of the highest order, because at this moment in time she cannot imagine anything better than the heat of Siegfried's cock buried deep inside her, the press of his mouth, hot and heavy, against her own, and the strength of his hands holding her close.

Well, it's hard to imagine anything right now when reality is so, so much better. Shame's been discarded to the ground along with her swimsuit and she wastes no energy in letting him know just how good he makes her feel, voice locked in a constant moan, broken only by sudden gasps as his hips roll in a particularly delicious way against hers.

Between her already heightened arousal and his assertive, desperate movements, it doesn't take long for her to tense in his arms, the overwhelming pleasure abruptly too much for her small frame to handle. She gasps into his shoulder, entire body shuddering as she climaxes around him, unable to do anything but ride out the tumultous waves of pleasure that rush through her. ]

[schwarzen]

[ The stinging at his back only spurs him on further, the slight pain making his cock twitch with want inside of her and his hips rolls against hers more and more needily. Gone is the reservation to hold on to some sense of decency or discipline. Siegfried is lost in her arms, lost to the waves of pleasure he keeps coming back to repeatedly, plunging deep within Annette in deep, urgent thrusts.

In this moment, nothing matters, but her, and the movement of their bodies, a perfect fit in this secluded little hut where they scarcely know more than each other’s names. ]

Annette. [ He murmurs, hoarse against her ear, scarcely able to form the coherent thought as she grows tense in his arms. ] I can’t hold on much longer…

[ Not when she’s squeezing him so tightly, not when Siegfried can feel her lose herself completely and push her body past the apex. His intent was to offer her an out, to keep autonomy over where she preferred him, but it’s impossible to hold onto such restraint when all those little sounds of pleasure and the rolls of her hips drive him to the edge of sanity.

He gasps loudly as her pussy tightens and draws him in further. He shifts his hands to clasp her hips firmly, pulling their bodies as close together as physically possible with his last thrust. His body tenses and shivers beneath her hands as he releases inside of her, pure heat and waves of pleasure. ]

[overannchiever]

[ Reality trickles back to her in small snippets. The gentle lap of the ocean waves in the distance. The sound of her breathing, ragged and still uneven. The weight of another body atop her own, warm and comforting. And of course, the sensation of Siegfried still buried deep inside her. All of it's pleasant, cocooning her in a temporary bubble of contentment.

Still riding giddy off her climax, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, nose nuzzling against his skin. Apparently she's still needy, but for something more languid and comforting this time around. ]

That was....really nice.

[ Intense embarrassment will wash over her in approximately two minutes but for now, she's content to lie here like this, held in his arms. ]