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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU
| TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU |
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. STARGAZER On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars. The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view. "Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!" It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of. Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you. You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!) II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting? "You'll do." "5/10." "Acceptable." "Sloppy Seconds." Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive. "Be mine." "Nicest ass." "Swell bulge." "They're good lays, Bront." Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant. Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't. III. Eat Or Dare The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans. "Take a dive." "Lick me." "Get handsy." The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious! Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer. N A V I G A T I O N |
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His gaze flicks up and down her as he considers, withot conscious volition at first, until his face heats again.
"Actually, there is one thing. I... can't seem to take my eyes off you." He realizes how that sheepish admission sounds, and raises his hands in defense. "That's not a line! It's literally difficult to look away from your... body," he hedges at the last minute, "and I was wondering if that's a you thing, or something this place is doing, or if I'm just losing it a little bit?"
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She looks down at herself, then back to him. A line? That confuses her a little. The Tamaranean is notoriously bad at understanding metaphor and subjectivity in speech, a very Human tendency. So she did think that he meant that literally from the start.
"Well, Tamaraneans can sometimes produce an alluring effect on certain species. It often works on humans, so it might be that. But if it's unusual to you, it might also be something happening in this place, as it sometimes does," she explains, then adds with a smile. "However, I don't mind. You can look anywhere you want, as well as touch."
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Slowly he reined in his moment of panic. This place has already shown him a little of the kind of strangeness it's prone to, but someone - someone this gorgeous and friendly, not to mention a tall redhead, and he feels dialoyal even noticing that - granting him such casual permission - he doesn't quite know how to deal. But his gaze travels over her again. That's...
He really would like to touch her. To find out how warm her skin is, to...
He's seriously considering this.
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And yes, he may be a very recent acquaintance, but Kori decides quickly when she likes someone, and he seems sweet. She certainly wouldn't mind him touching her— or doing more than that.
"You can accept the offer whenever you want, or we can just sit and watch the stars. They are unusually lovely tonight."
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He reaches out with one hand, tentatively, and brushes his fingers up and down her arm in a slow, careful caress. His eyes might keep straying to her hips, yes, but he's still capable of remembering that there's such a thing as moving too fast. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, watching her reactions.
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She finds his first touch sweet, however, light and tentative as it is. She smiles, looking down at his hand, then reaches out herself to brush warm fingertips down his jaw. "You're not the first I've met with little experience. Assuming that you mean sex, of course. But I don't mind that at all."
Her last inexperienced partner certainly didn't disappoint, despite his lack of experience with women.
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He shivers all over at her touch, a sigh escaping him, and leans in, kissing her with an assertiveness that belies his nerves. The kiss is brief, soft, unpracticed, but it isn't hesitant, expressing the current of want under the surface more eloquently than his words have been able to.
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Anyway, her thoughts are interrupted when suddenly he leans in and kisses her, drawing a soft sound from her. He was so hesitant and flustered before that he manages to surprise her, but she's quick to chuckle after, immediately leaning in to kiss him herself, bolder and more lingering this time, her hand cupping his jaw.
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When he pulls back, so does she, feeling how breathless he is and giving him just enough room to recover. She smiles at him, hand petting across a pectoral, then slipping lower to his stomach and waist. "Are you alright?"
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"We can keep going just as long as you want," he promises. "I want this. I'm just... still pretty new to it."
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"That's alright. Lack of experience doesn't mean lack of skill," she assures him. If nothing else she can always direct him when necessary. "And I would like to keep going, too."
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In the meantime, she's curiously touching more of his skin, her fingers warm as they trace up his side, across his abdomen, as much as she can reach. She shifts closer and folds her leg so she can rest her knee lightly over his lap, not quite straddling him but evidently eager to have less of a distance between them.
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His hand slips under her bralet, fingers pressing lightly, spread, his palm coming to rest over the center of her chest at first, before he draws back, letting his fingertips rub and tease across her nipple. The hand on her side curves as if to hold her close, encouraging her to close more of the space between them, and when his eyes open again, there's more heat in his gaze, eagerness and lust rising through him like a fever or a blush.
"I want to see you," he says. "All of you."
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"Of course," she smiles at him, crawling onto his lap and straddling him, before she remembers. "Here? There are some tents on the beach..."
She honestly doesn't care, she has absolutely no shame and no qualms about having sex in public. But she finds that most humans are more reserved than that, so she offers that suggestion for his sake.
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"Wherever you want," he says, honestly. It's not important any more. What's important is learning her body, praising it, enjoying it together. It's so hard to think about anything else.
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She wasn't exactly impatient right now, but she was certainly aroused and eager to continue, so she didn't want to waste time. As soon as he was up, she'd lead them towards the tent he pointed out, testing the soft patch of grass with the sole of her feet, and then promptly beginning by removing her top.
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Her hands also move down to help a little with that, swiftly unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the grass so she's down to her underwear, and next her hands go to his trousers to do the same for him.
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It's very, very easy, like this, his hands cupping her ass, to slip upward and grip the waistline, stripping the underwear down before letting go and gripping her ass once again.
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She lets out a muttered breath with his name, then kisses him again, hips shifting so she pushes her rear against his hands encouragingly. One of her hands curl on his nape, while the other slips down his toned torso, until she reaches down between his legs and cups the growing bulge there.
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"Please," he says, voice ragged, and steps back just enough to look at her, head to to, exposed as she is now.
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