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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.

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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!)

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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.
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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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The noises he makes are not, remotely, coherent, but Jaune nods, hands gripping her chest more tightly, holding their bodies still enough to make this easy, or at least, easier. His gaze is steady on hers, openly longing, hungry for more, and he bites his lip and draws fingernails down her sides, slowly.

"It's alright," she soothed sofly, and gently cupped his cheek, locking her gaze to his in a hopefully reassuring manner. Her own yearning was still there of course, but she still had no desire to force anything on him.

When he nodded, she smiled and returned the gesture before bracing with one arm on his shoulder and shifting again to guiding him so that she could lower herself onto his length. Fortunately, it didn't hurt as it would have if she hadn't done this before and the fact that she was more than ready to take him in with how heated things had already gotten helped a lot as well.

Naturally, she was unable to completely quiet the moan that escaped when he filled her, her inner muscles already fluttering in anticipation as she adjusted to the feel of him.

"Just, move as your instincts tell you. There is no need to hurry." she instructed, voice still remarkably hushed and calm, despite the roar of need inside. How long she could keep that up would remain to be seen. She pressed her lips to his in another slow kiss before pulling away and smiling her gaze caring, sweet, and encouraging.

Sinking into the warmth of her body is an utterly new experience, far beyond anything his imagination had conjured, and he groans, hips trembling. But the water buoying them up makes it easy to support her, the waves slowly lapping at them - the crest of each reaching to their chests, the troughs scarcely carrying their hips.

It's natural to let the water set the rhythm, rocking his hips against hers every time the water level drops, focusing his attention on the way his hands tease and explore her chest and sides beneath the waves as they lift. A higher wave rolls in, and his hands slide up her back, drawing her in for a kiss as the water laps over them.

She had a moment of panic when Jaune groaned, unsure if it was brought on by the weight of her or if it was an honest reaction to the new sensation, but he seemed to recover quickly and she couldn't help but nuzzle his cheek affectionately with her own.

Zelda allowed him to set the pace, meeting him thrust-for-thrust. It seemed he was following the steady cadence of the waves, which was just as new of an experience for her, even if it was in a somewhat different sense.

The combination of the feel of him inside her, and the warmth of their entwined bodies coupled with the cool, invigorating, sensation of the waves washing over them was quite exhilarating indeed!

But then he resumed his attentions to her breasts and sides, teasing at the sensitive points and sending lightning impulses jolting down her spine. She couldn't keep the soft noises from escaping at his ministrations. Even with how overwhelmed she was, Zelda attempted to plant a few light kisses on his neck and along his jawline in return, when her mouth was captured again in another honeyed kiss, muffling the sounds.

He was so gentle, so careful. Even knowing the burning need he must be experiencing, as she was experiencing the exact same thing. It gave her a tender, warm feeling in addition to the roaring blaze of passion in her chest.

She wanted to allow him all the time in the world to savor this new experience, but her own yearnings were beginning to take hold. The pressure of the pooling in her abdomen built more and more with each advance and retreat, the sweep of the waves making it all the more arduous. As much as she tried to hide it, she was growing a little impatient as she craved the excitement of going over that edge and this was made evident by how her grip tightened with each passing minute.

No matter how challenging it was, she would hold back, as long as she could; until he was ready to let himself go. Until he was ready to be completely engulfed in the throes of passion, as she knew he inevitably would with this being his first experience.

"You feel so good," he murmured, pace slowly picking up as her own passion grew. He couldn't tell she was holding back, but he'd been in enough fights to pick up on little cues - the speed of her pulse, the shallowness of her breath, the tension in her muscles - to know she as feeling more, wanting more, and he did his best to oblige.

"I wish I could... touch you all over... explore every inch... to learn what... feels best..." he can tell she feels good, but he knows how little he knows, other than rumor and salacious gossip.

As his body moves faster, rocks deeper, one hand settles firmly on her chest, thumb flicking back and froth across the nipple with each stroke; the other hand moving down to her hip, fingers curling and anchoring against the curve of her backside, slowly learning what angle has the best leverage, what draws the best reaction from her.

"Shhh..." breathed, trying sooth his anxieties; smoothing his hair back and giving him another series of quick pecks, "You're... doing fine. And who... says this has to be the only time... we do this?"

Wow... that was rather forward...

Zelda barely managed to mutter the words between quick breaths, sharp gasps and quiet moans.

Of course, she would be absolutely ecstatic if Jaune decided to take her up on the offer. She truly was reveling in the connection they shared. And really, learning the shape of your lover's body, their scent, their taste, their feel, what aroused them; that was half the significance and excitement of creating that bond.

Still, she did want to give him the opportunity to explore and learn. This was supposed to be special. Memorable. Zelda was quite mindful of this. Even with it not being her first experience, she would certainly remember every detail, as that was just the type of person she was. And she wanted nothing more than the same for Jaune.

She wasn't a noisy woman by any means, but as he slid deeper and moved faster. With each change in angle and aid he offered in better positioning them; restraining herself became almost torturous. Each graze to her nipples sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, even causing intermittent uncontrolled jerks of her form. The murmurs spilled from her lips came at higher intensities and pitches and her pulse was racing so fast that on some subconscious level she thought her heart was going to burst from her chest.

At some point even more of her conscious self restraint fizzled and she found her body moving on instinct. Her head tilted and lulled from side to side. Her back arched putting her chest at the level of his lips (not that she really was aware of this). Her form pretty much shifted in any way that allowed her to take him in even the slightest bit more.

The tension of her thighs and the taught muscles of her legs wrapped around him along with the increasing pressure of her hands almost clawing at his shoulders were even more cues that approaching that edge was becoming harder and harder to avoid; the almost wimpers she made that begged for it proved this even more. By some miracle, she still managed it.

She reached out, fingertips brushing gently at Jaune's cheek in a wordless communication to ease any worries he may have.

Needless to say, it was very intense.

Jaune, another time, would have been able to read the building tension with care, guide and choose how much he responded, but this time, at least, there's none of that deliberation. There's a dizzying thrill as she suggests that they could do this again, and his body responds with urgency and need, hips slapping against hers with enough force to make the water splash upward between them, reaching a crescendo he didn't intend but couldn't stop, and wouldn't have wanted to.

His breathing grew more and more ragged, pace speeding, but rhythm steady, until she offered a cue he couldn't resist, leaning in to close his mouth around the upturned peak of her breast.

It was impossible for him to tell which of them tipped over the edge first into climax, but he gasped around his mouthful of warm, soft skin, feeling his body strain and tense and then give way in a rush, spilling heat inside her, wave after wave.

He hadn't had a release in a long, long time, and never one as strong as this, stars dancing behind his eyes.

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The increased momentum of their movements, the feel of their entwined bodies,the building pressure and warmth low in her belly, the added influence of the cool yet sensual waters. And Jaune himself, whom she had just met, strong and attractive as he was. Though it had been initiated by unconventional means, here she was, sharing this unique and memorable moment in his life. A moment that she too would forever remember. The emotional and physical effects were practically too much to bear. More than once she had to grit her teeth in order to bite back a cry.

That last sensation; when he captured the already swollen crown of her breast between his lips and the heat of his breath hard and fast enveloping that sensitive nub had her form reacting with an intense jerk and her breath caught in her throat in a sharp gasp. She knew at that point that there was no more containing it.

It may have been impossible for Jaune to tell which of them went over first but Zelda knew. How could she not with how absolutely maddening it had been to hold herself in check?! The second she felt his heat begin to spill, she curled back in, arms coming around him as though holding on for dear life. Her fingers pressed against his bare back so hard that there was no doubt her nails would leave marks. (which she would absolutely apologize profusely for later!). She buried her face in the crook of his neck and surrendered with a muffled cry, Legs clamping hard around him as she did so.

The force and fervor with which she shuddered through her climax was entirely new and powerful for her as well. It was almost insane. A passion the likes of which she hadn't even dreamed possible!

Who would have known that in restraining herself in order to prolongue and make the experience as memorable as she could for Jaune; in putting his needs before her own, as was all too common a thing for Zelda, (and pleasing a lover was no different in that regard) that she would find such overwhelming ecstacy when she literally plunged over the edge? Even the duration of it was extended! And the surge of pleasure took well over a couple of minutes to fully dissipate. After which, she could still feel a lingering tingle through every nerve ending in her body.

When her form finally went limp against him at her finish, it took Zelda a bit to recover enough to untangle herself from Jaune. Regardless, she fell right back into him again when she even attempted to stand on her own. There she stayed, for a long while, head leaned against his chest, and panting softly. Eventually, once her breathing evened out, she tilted her head back in order to gaze up at him. Her eyes were filled with content and wonder; her expression soft with a certain fondness and adoration.

To any onlookers, she would appear more radient than the moon itself, awash in her afterglow. But the bright smile that she wore, was reserved for Jaune and Jaune alone.

Zelda was still coming down from the high when she lifted a gentle hand to caress the side of his face before bringing it to rest by cupping his cheek.

"Jaune," she began softly, voice filled with emotion, "I can't... It's difficult to express in words. And I doubt it needs to be said but, that... was amazing! You were wonderful!"

Edited (So um.) 2021-01-23 11:57 (UTC)

Zelda's peak only encourages his own; drawing it out as well, her fingernails a welcome sensation (and the marks they would leave vanishing in moments, thanks to his Aura).

By the time the tremors in their bodies slow, he's clinging to her tightly, less out of passion and more for the fear that, as lassitude sweeps over his body, he might let her go. As she untangles herself, and then sags back against him, he curls a protective arm around her, and begins guiding them back to the shore, any fear or consciousness that they might be observed forgotten in the bliss.

When he opens his eyes and finds her looking at him, the admiration in her gaze is as intoxicating as anything else they've done.

"I don't... have any words for it either," he admits. "That was... wow. You felt..." he sighs, and one hand slips down to hold hers, to squeeze it lightly. "...Incredible," he manages.

Zelda squeezed his hand in return, any concern over being viewed swept away with the waves as well.

She brought their entwined hands up to her lips to plant a gentle kiss to the back of his, still smiling contentedly at him.

"Mm... I don't think I will make it home tonight." she commented a little bashfully. "Shall we retire to your tent? I don't know about you, but I need a bit to recover my strength."

"Of course," he says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "It's... not very big. But I guess we're a little past being shy about sharing space."

It's only a few paces up the beach, and he pauses along the way to snag the clothing they'd so quickly discarded on the way down to the water.

A light, bubbly, laugh escaped at his comment. He had a point. Zelda wrapped her arm around his lower back in return, leaning against him slightly as they walked up the beach; still completely oblivious to remember their state of dress.

Until Jaune bent to pick up their unattended clothing. She smiled abashedly as he did so, but still made no attempt to really cover herself. They were almost there anyway.

When they reached the tent, Zelda stood to the side of the doorway in order to let Jaune enter first. He was the one who lay claim to it after all. She peaked in momentarily as well to see exactly how much space they had to work with.

It seemed big enough that they would be fine laying side by side, even if Zelda had already decided she would only partly be at Jaune's side. She stood there quietly smiling, with her hands clasped in front of her and waited for Jaune to get situated however he wanted.

The cot that fills the base of the tent does give enough room, though barely, for them to be side by side... but that seems a little impersonal, under the circumstances. Jaune crawls in, ducking his head, and lays their clothing out to either side of the tent, neatly sorted (though unfolded and still dusted with sand), then turns around to lie on his side, facing the door, and pats the cot beside him.

"Come on in," he offers. "Home, sweet home for the moment."

Zelda laughed again, covering her mouth with a hand and playfully bounded to the side of the cot, letting the tent 'door' close and flap a bit before coming to a halt.

Carefully she crawled in beside Jaune facing towards him with a light smirk.

"Did you want to cuddle a bit? Or go another round? Or perhaps both?"

It might be a little awkward to make love there with the amount of space available to them on the cot, but if Jaune was interested, she was sure they could work something out.

((Haha, Zelda wouldn't exactly say 'bang' or 'fuck' so that's how it's gonna be described))

Jaune's face goes bright red again.

"I, uh... I definitely wanted to cuddle. And... if you wanted more, that..."

He can't get the words out. With the overwhelming urges bestowed by the telescope quieted, while he's every much not opposed to the idea, it's too much for his nerves to handle.

"I... Oh! My apologies! That was rather forward of me. I shouldn't have assumed!"

Her own urges had quieted as well... almost. So her question was propelled more by the fact that she really had taken a liking to him, which had sort of made her a little more bold.

In the meantime, that didn't mean that they couldn't cuddle, and if it so happened that things went back in that direction? Then so be it!

She scooted more towards him and nuzzled his cheek with her own, before settling in on her back with her hands clasped across her middle. Then she turned her head to the side and smiled invitingly at him so he could also settle however he wanted.

"It's okay. I'm just... really, really not used to this."

He wraps an arm around her waist, a little awkwardly, and leans in close, sighing into her hair as she nuzzles him, relaxed and happy and...

They can both feel, very easily, as their bodies brush together, and his cock, pressed between her stomach and his, begins to swell and harden again.

"I... understand," she started to reply somewhat quietly, "It's strange, and... awkward, and then you meet someone and... things happen, sometimes out of your control and others completely by your own volition, and..."

Zelda was rambling a bit, but mostly because she wasn't quite sure how to explain that she had taken the encounter for possibly more than just a 'casual hook-up' as many on the island probably would.

Still, his arm around her waist felt nice, strong. The embrace made her feel wanted, if not necessarilly in the same way he had awhile ago...

Or did he?

She turned to look at him curiously and then shifted to her side to face him once more, becoming even more aware of his hardened length.

Of course she was also still quite naive to how things worked with the opposite sex, so she may have misinterpreted it to mean that he had somehow done that himself for her benefit.

"You don't have to... I mean, it seems the spell has mostly run its course... but if you, would like to... of your own free will, I nean. Nothing pushing or influencing, I would..." She bit her lip but reached a hand out to brush some of his more messy strands of hair back. "I wouldn't mind, making love again... as in... without any tricks involved. Just... you... and me... and our own free will."

The way she said it was less 'matter-of-fact' and more of an emotional attachment. Not necessarily actual 'love' per se, but definitely more than was there the first time around.

In any case, she still had no desire to force him into anything he didn't want to do.

"It's... really complicated," he confesses, voice quiet, but still cracking, just a little. "I... you're great. And you're beautiful. And I don't regret anything we did, and I'd like to do more... because we can choose. But I just... I don't know what that would mean. I'm not good at this. The last time I was... close to someone..."

He sighs, nuzzled against her shoulder, then leans back so they can look each other in the eye again.

"Something bad happened," he says, plainly. "Something really, really bad. It was almost two years ago, and I'm still not over it. I think... maybe I was just starting to be ready, to see what might come next, and then I was here, and I couldn't have dreamed of a better guide to it all than you. But it feels really unfair, to do this, and then not be able to tell you... what it's going to mean tomorrow."

His arm tightens around her, pulling their bodies flush together.

"If that's okay.... if we can be not sure, and still be friends... then, and only then... yeah, I'd like to try again."

Zelda smiled. She had similar relationships with a few others on this island after all. People who she was closer to than a lot of others considered one another for the purposes of fulfilling the A5 cards, but not necessarily in a committed relationship. Zelda just... had a tendency to form connections with others that she may or may not regret in the future; they didn't necessarily need be returned.

Her expression softened and she let her hand trail over his back.

"Of course it's okay. There are many others in the exact same situation, or at least something similar." her tone was quiet and soothing, as was the way her fingers traced comforting circles on his back.

"If at any time, things become uncomfortable for you, we can stop."

She offered a reassuring smile.

"Would you like to take the lead this time?"

"I..."

He smiles a little sheepishly, breath quickening, and nods.

"If this place is going to do this to me a lot... I'd like to know what I'm doing. To, um... do things right?"

He shifts, a little awkwardly, and leans in for a soft, slow kiss, all the urgency gone, his body still and attentive, as if listening to her reactions.

Jaune isn't necessarily a quick study. But he is a determined one...

That is exactly what she was intending to help him with. Even if she wasn't the most experienced person on the island, she could at least help him with that. To sort of, give him a good base before being thrown to the wolves... Those wolves being the Augur (and their multitude of tricks) of course.

The last thing she wanted was for Jaune to get himself in a situation where he could honestly get hurt. Not that she had met anyone thusfar in this place that would take advantage of another in that sort of situation. Still, it was the type of person Zelda was, looking out for others and such.

Zelda would let Jaune take things as slow or fast as he wanted. The kiss he initiated was sweet, pleasant. Even without the urgency, and burnind need rekindled to a blaze, it warmed her. She hummed approvingly and cupped his cheek in order to return it; not rushing it in the slightest.

Since their bodies were already flush, there wasn't much moving to be done to close any distance, so instead, Zelda shifted her leg to rest between Jaune's. Not quite moving into position for any sort of penetration, just for a more intimate feeling overall.

If he wanted her to move in any other way, of course she would oblidge. He only needed to guide her.

Jaune finds his body rocking naturally against hers, the base of his shaft rubbing against the place where they'd joined, and he comes up for only the briefest of breaths before redoubling the kiss, reckless and eager against her lips. One arm is still wrapped around her waist; the other, trapped between them, slides up to cup and squeeze one breast.

He's got every intention of keeping the lead - but not of rushing things. This time, he's going to explore every sensation, step by step, learning what pleases her best.

The rubbing was enough to bring the ache in her inner thighs back, but she would still try to remain patient, even if she instinctively started to move with him.

Of course that became a little more difficult once he began toying with her breast, the princess gasping into the kiss when he did so.

Zelda's hand that was facing the cot moved to slide up into Jaune's hair, fingers threading loosely through the strands. The other trailed down from his cheek, to his neck, down his side and around to his rear to squeeze there in return.

Eventually she broke the kiss and moved to press her lips along his neck and jawline, trailing her kisses down to his collarbone where she gave a little nibble. Not hard at all, just to see what Jaune would do, and if he might learn something.

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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Oh Zelda... lol...

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