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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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He takes a deep breath and tears his gaze up and away from her hips to look her in the eyes again.
"This is... not really how I pictured this moment in my life going," he explains, a little weakly. "Although, I probably should have guessed it would happen when I was living out of a tent." He's done a lot of sleeping outdoors the last couple years.
He's got other objections, but they're for this place, not for this girl, this smart and absolutely stunning girl he's just met. If this is something she's had to accept he's sure she's had to run them through herself. For one thing, it's fine to talk about forming a personal connection, but it's another thing to go from smiling at a girl who you might, possible, be developing a very mild crush on, because she's kind and intelligent and beautiful, and thinking about tearing her clothes off on a beach full of people with telescopes.
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"Do you... do you really mean that?"
She still wasn't used to such compliments... as flattering as they were, being addressed as such by someone other than a possible suitor in her home world could end in a really harsh punishment. Not that Zelda agreed with it in the least.
The princess couldn't help the frown that spread when she came to the realization that she quite possibly would be his first, and ironically was compelled to do the exact opposite of what she should have done in this situation. Though this was not necessarily brought on by any magical means.
Zelda stepped up to him, took his hand gently in both of hers, and smiled warmly in an offer of comfort. It was just the sort of person she was. She had an innate kindness and hated nothing more than seeing others in distress. And being the cause of that distress was worse still, even if Jaune himself had just admitted that it wouldn't be as calamitous as she had imagined he would.
"Know this." she promised softly and with complete honesty, "I will do all that is in my power, or even just as... me, to make this as wonderful, meaningful, memorable and genuinely special as I possibly can. You deserve at least that."
That is, assuming Jaune even wanted to remember it, or see her again at all for that matter. She pursed her lips as she thought a little more on that. "After tonight, I vow that I will find some way to make it up to you. If you think of something, you only need ask."
And to think, Zelda hadn't even arrived at the same conclusion regarding the possible exhibitionism that may accompany this. Not that it would be anything that everyone here hadn't seen before. In all honesty no one would probably even notice.
She offered another shy smile, not really meaning to elevate herself but thought that perhaps a bit of humorous optimism might make it a tiny bit easier?
"On the bright side, not many can say they've had the pleasure of having relations with an actual princess."
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He shivers at the touch, and it makes him pause. He takes a half-voluntary step forward, closer.
"It doesn't matter to me that you're a princess," he says, trying to keep his mind on what he wanted to stay, and not the warmth of her skin or how close she's standing. "And I don't want you to make this up to me. If it's really going to mean something, if it's about a connection, then you're not doing it to me. We're doing it. Together. So you're not the one who owes me anything. Whoever... put a spell on the telescopes? Or however this works. They owe me. You're... a friend. Who's trying to help."
Still hesitant, he raises his other hand to brush the back of his fingers down her cheek, very slowly.
"Okay?"
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Zelda brought a hand up to entwine her fingers with his, she closed her eyes for a long moment, committing it to memory; before opening them again. Her emerald gaze was still filled with relief, but now there was more; gratitude, adoration even. With this simple gesture and assurance, she could already feel a stronger bond forming than had been there previously. Even minutes earlier. For Jaune to call her 'friend' meant more to her than he probably even realized. He was beyond nice, he was truly a kind hearted soul!
"Okay." she affirmed softly, leaning slightly into his touch.
Of course being this close, having even this small measure of intimate understanding and physical contact sent chills running down her spine, in a good way. And really, it was all she could do to hold herself back. But not all of it was due to the Augur's ploy.
She glanced away and then shyly back again, a light pink hue dusting her cheeks. Her next words were more honest, than propelled solely by the enchantment's influence. What could she say? Zelda was a hopeless romantic at heart.
"I... I'd like to kiss you now. If... if that's alright?"
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Why Zelda was so nervous was still a little confusing to her. By this time, she had kissed others before, so it wasn't like she was completely inexperienced there; even while under the effects of some spell or another. However this was the first time she had initiated something like this. Still, there was something else that felt... different and she couldn't quite place it. She reached for Jaune in return, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
She took a breath and let it out slow, heartbeat quickening as she cupped his cheek with her other hand and moved in slowly to tenderly press her lips to his.
Despite the level of excitement that Zelda was feeling, the kiss was sweet and rather chaste, all things considered.
After a long moment she finally pulled away, lingering a little but still remaining somewhat close after doing so. Her cheeks were still dusted a light pink and the smile that she wore was still shy even if there was a sparkle of anticipation in her gaze.
A short silence fell and her green eyes flicked away and then back again to meet his. The warm breeze picked up slightly, causing her long hair and clothing to gently sway, as if to add to the effect and she tucked a stray strand of gold behind one pointed ear in a nervous gesture.
"Was that... alright?"
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"Yeah," he says, faintly. "Yeah, that was all right. Better than all right. Can I..."
The hell with it, he thinks, and leans in, capturing her lips in another kiss, body bumping gently against hers, lips opening hesitantly as he tries to deepen the kiss.
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She returned the kiss humming approvingly and obliged in parting her lips when Jaune requested to deepen it. Zelda's lips molded to his as she put more into the kiss herself, possibly with a bit more force than she intended as the waves of desire slowly started to creep in and take hold.
And then her hands shifted. tentatively at first, until her arms were draped lightly around Jaune's neck, her own form suddenly pressed to his was almost enough to throw the both of them off balance. One hand found its way into his hair, the short blonde strands running easily through with the delicacy in which her fingers trailed.
There wasn't a whole lot that Zelda was aware of around them at this point, her attention focused solely on him, his feel, his warmth, his touch. Both her mind and body were left wanting and needing for more.
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He realizes that, and a moment later, realizes that his fingers are massaging, pressing her forward, so that he's very nearly grinding against her stomach. That is enough to snap him out of his reverie, breaking the kiss, red-faced and gasping for breath.
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She moved however Jaune guided her, rubbing her body against him in return.
Her hands began to slide lower as well, instinctively grasping at his t-shirt.
Until he broke the kiss, leaving her, too, panting hard as she tried to take in air. When Zelda was able to breathe again in a less labored manner, she looked back at him, meeting his gaze with her own. There was a certain heat reflected there that hadn't been before and she couldn't help but smile at the realization that Jaune had been just as absorbed in her as she had in him. It made her feel giddy, wanted, exactly as she was supposed to with that deeper connection she had spoken of earlier.
Of course there was that brief moment's hesitation, the one that was all too common with her; that he had somehow changed his mind, found a way to reject her, not that she intended to force anything if he had; even if she was absolutely still in the thrall of the enchantment's effects.
Nevertheless, she should probably find out before continuing.
"Is...is something wrong?"
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"It's not you," he says, conscious that she may need reassurance. "It's - we're standing on a beach where there are more than a dozen people. With telescopes. I'm just feeling a little... shy... about the next part."
His fingertips dig in a little bit to the curve of her ass, as if for emphasis.
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"Oh... OH!" she exclaimed smiling sheepishly as she glanced around, looking for the closest place that would offer a good amount of concealment. Which happened to be the water itself. She pondered this for a moment.
That... wasn't something she had really done before, and honestly, she was a little curious. Amusingly enough, that is how a lot of her experiences came about, not necessarily in regards to what they were currently doing, but in general. Sometimes they ended good, sometimes they ended badly. Zelda shrugged and decided to see where it might lead.
Despite how awkward and sort of weird it seemed, she extracted herself enough to take Jaune's hand and gently urge him in the direction of the ocean, which was actually only a few short strides. There, she stepped out of her sandals leaving them just out of reach from the waves, and looked back to Jaune, still a little hesitant.
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There's still the question of getting safely into the water, but presented with the option, and as desperate as his body and lust-tinged mind have become, he's got no further hesitation. He shucks his shirt over his head in a quick, careless motion, revealing lean, toned muscles shaped by countless hours of travel and training.
Then, with a quick, resolved breath, he unbuckles his jeans and kicks them off, thumbs hooking through compression shorts and athletic strap to peel them away at the same time. Beneath, he's clean-shaven (because there is no discomfort worse than a stray curl catching in an athletic strap in the middle of a stretch), cock pressed flat against his stomach already.
Five quick strides from the low tide-line, and he's hip-deep in the lukewarm water of the cover, looking back over his shoulder at Zelda with eager longing.
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Being a proper lady, Zelda was also clean shaven, but at least had the momentary advantage of her hair covering her breasts. Not like that would matter in a second as all shame she had felt while on the beach, worried about any onlookers suddenly melted away as she leapt forward and almost tackled Jaune in the process of running to meet him. Her arms came up around him and her whole body shivered with the skin to skin contact.
She was just as eager to pick up where they had left off, this time being the one to claim his mouth in an intensity that surpassed even their previous kisses.
A miniscule part of her, the one that thought in logic instead of was propelled by emotions and urges wondered how exactly this was going to work, but simultaneously was just as excited to find out.
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Supporting someone he's carrying, at least, he knows how to do. His hands slide down her thighs, guiding her to wrap her legs around him. His cock is trapped between them, at nothing like the right angle to enter her, but in the meantime even slight movements of her body send thrills running through him, gasping into the kiss, hands sliding up her bare sides once he's sure she's not going to fall, thumbs rubbing up across her chest in clumsy exploration.
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A sharp intake of air accompanies his ministrations, no matter how clumsy, they still felt intoxicating to her and the soft noises that escaped with those attentions would be proof of that. The flame in her breast ignited to a roaring fire, and even the feel of his length rubbing against her made that familiar heat pool low in her belly and the ache in her inner thighs and center intensify.
Noting his angle and not at all thinking of it in any sort of belittling sense, she broke the kiss once more, still panting hard. She placed a gentle finger to his lips but still smiled encouragingly and maintained eye contact as she felt around in search of his member. Zelda teased at it a little with a slight mischievous smirk before shifting to position him and herself, to better allow for penetration.
"Okay?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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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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!"
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Oh Zelda... lol...
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Can end after your next tag if you want?
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