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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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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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His groan echoes her own when he's buried fully within her and he rolls his hips.]
V. [He knows he should ask her name but he doesn't trust himself to be able to form the words. She's doing something and it feels amazing.
Breaths panted audibly, he runs his fingers up her neck to experimentally push two fingers past her lips, rolling his hips up against her again.]