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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE
| TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE |
00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. The Dragon's Matchmaking Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job! No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike. II. Ruins While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!  The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy. When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot. III. Ritual Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire. Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell. N A V I G A T I O N |
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But he's not so far gone that he doesn't notice the way her fingers linger at his hips, holding back rather than pushing forward. Maybe it wouldn't be so strange for any other person, but this is Ilsa standing before him, who he's pretty sure would charge towards the Devil himself without an ounce of hesitation once if she needed to. Indecision has never been her style.
Pulling away, he peers down at her. ]
Do you want to stop?
[ It would be—disappointing, to say the least, to have to stop now, but without question he would rather be stuck with blue balls for the rest of the day than force himself on her. ]
god i can't wait for you to hate me for this tag
Because she does dearly want him. So badly that it hurts her to think about pulling away.
His apparent concern makes her feel something heavy in her chest, but her response is born from the same woman that is strong because she doesn't know how else to be. She looks up, affronted that he would pull away. Not only does she push forward, but she finishes what she started and tugs on his boxers, peeling them off his hips. ]
And then, what? Leave you so that your balls explode? I thought you knew me better than that.
[ Vulgar, and completely at odds with her flushed cheeks once her eyes fall between the other's legs.
He is… impressively sized.
And the truly vulgar side of her, the one that craves that cock inside of her, wants to taste it, too.
Such are the dangers of ignoring her heat for so many cycles— one Erku-flavored mind alteration, and she’s in shambles. ]
… Lie down. [ She says, this time, quietly. ]
15 hours later and i'm still in an immense amount of pain
He finishes what she started once he pulls away, peeling off his underwear until he's left completely in the nude, his erection even more obvious now that there's nothing to hide it. Even with stone, stone, and more stone surrounding them, he doesn't hesitate in doing as ordered, laying down almost all the way except to prop himself up on one elbow so he can still look at her (and ogle her extremely shapely figure).
It's hard to imagine what exactly she has planned, though he can hazard a few guesses, all of which only bind the haze of lust around him even tighter. ]
Anything else?
[ He's hers to command for the time being. ]
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So this is more than fine. Extremely fine, she finds herself thinking, watching his naked body take a few steps to find some appropriate spot on the cold stone floor. All of those years of training and fieldwork have made for a partner that makes Ilsa's stomach flutter, a feeling she has to reign in before responding.
Try as she might, there's no masking the nervousness. ]
No. You're fine as you are. It's a shame we're surrounded by nothing but stone.
[ A shame she really can't keep her libido reigned in until they could find somewhere more appropriate. She actually does feel a glimmer of guilt at that, but it's overshadowed by the sensation of cool air hitting her bare skin making her crave his body heat again. ]
I'm going to sit on your face. Is that alright?
[ Ilsa lowers herself next to him, not yet positioning herself to do just that, waiting for the affirmative. But while she's waiting, she doesn't want to pretend like she can approach this completely coldly, as practical as their actions may be.
She idly runs fingers through his hair, keeping a careful and steady hand as she lowers her touch to frame his jaw. ]
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We've dealt with worse.
[ And he'll gladly suffer through worse for the chance to run his hands through her hair and across her body again, bury his face into the heat of her body as he explores each pleasure point that's been hidden from him until now. His control unravels further as the compulsions of the temple settle their roots even deeper into his body, fingers itching with impatience as he lies where he is, watching silently as she approaches. Even if he can't do anything, he can appreciate the sight she makes, eyes skimming across her naked figure as desire warms his body.
Her question catches him by surprise - it's forward, unabashed - but past the initial burst comes a wave of hunger as his body stirs at the anticipation of having her settle atop him, thighs framing his face as he devotes himself to the sole task of pleasuring her. ]
It is.
[ A surprisingly simple answer that does little to contain his excitement at the prospect. ]
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She truly can't remember the last time she's felt like this. She's felt desire, of course, a feeling that she can't help due to her very nature, but to want to share that desire with someone in particular—
Well, it's evident by the way her skin flushes when he looks up at her, by the way her thighs press together in growing impatience... the aphrodisiac may have stirred her interest, but it's Eustace's agreement that has already made her wet with hunger. ]
Don't disappoint me.
[ She smiles, just a little sly, before shifting to lower herself, oriented so that she has an ample view of his groin, too. She's never done this before, but she's certainly fantasized about it. Her thighs rest against the sides of his face, tense, because despite everything, she's nervous. She's also careful not to rest her entire weight on him.
This also renders her more vulnerable than she initially thought, realizing that she'd just offered Eustace an incredibly personal view. She shivers as she feels the tip of his nose brush against her sensitive groin and his warm breath against her inner thigh.
Despite her attempt to keep her voice level and even a bit authoritative, it's not quite there. Her palms rest against his chest, nails lightly digging into muscle. ]
Do a good job and I'll reward you, as well.
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But he's grateful all the same for the caution she takes in lowering herself, even as his hands shift to assist her, the palms of his hands pressed up against her thighs. ]
As if this isn't reward enough for me.
[ Half of it's the machinations of the temple speaking, his overly-hot body desirous of little more than the opportunity to touch every inch of her and to taste her right to her very core. But the other half is entirely genuine; he's always been a simple man, with wants that have always been simple and few in nature. Food and shelter, the ability to protect both himself and the ones he cherishes the most. And technically, isn't sex one of the simplest desires to exist?
That same desire is clouding his mind now, burning away every last trace of him not wholly devoted to pleasuring the woman currently perched atop him. No time to wonder what this 'reward' of hers might be as he tilts his head ever so lightly, lips parting as he drags his tongue against her clit and between her folds, moving in slow steady motions and applying only the gentlest pressure as he gets a feel for what she likes and dislikes. ]
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But she knows that won't happen with Eustace, and somehow, that makes the compliment feel more genuine, perhaps not wholly motivated by the magic affecting them. It's a good thing he can't see her expression right now, because her face warms and her gaze diverts. ]
Never knew you had this side to you...
[ She inhales sharply and tries to steady herself, already feeling as if she may have gotten in over her head at the feel of Eustace's mouth pleasuring her. Already, a small, pleading moan escapes her lips, making her feel slightly self-conscious at how easily she's beginning to crumble.
She rocks her hips further against his lips, seeking out more of his tongue, breathing growing ragged as every little lick sends a shiver down her spine. She's cautious enough not to crush him, still holding on to a bit of restraint. ]
Harder... please. More pressure... [ She'd suggested this position initially because of the power it let her keep in this situation— but she's quickly finding that perhaps she was misguided in that respect. ]
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But that's decidedly what he thinks of her now, in the midst of other more expected things like attractive and arousing and why the hell did he wait so long to do this? (For very good reasons, that's why.) Every sound of hers tugs at his fraying self-control, turning him even more pliant in her (metaphorical) hands. 'Harder' she says and harder he quickly obeys, tongue pressing against her most sensitive spots with even more insistence than before. But not continuously; every now and then he breaks to press kisses against the inside of her thigh and to graze the very edges of his teeth against her folds. His hands have minds of their own too, thumbs grazing against the soft skin every so often.
Ultimately though, he's guided by her wants and not his own desires, taking his cues by the changing inflections of her voice and the way her muscles tense around him. ]