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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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"Come on in," he offers. "Home, sweet home for the moment."
Oh Zelda... lol...
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))
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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?"
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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...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Clever! Doing that while she was distracted!
Zelda obliged in parting her thighs when urged, bringing her legs up to bend at the knees, her lower regions angling a bit as she did so.
And then, she too was moving, automatically rocking her hips slightly, the ache spreading to her core as her body understood and knew exactly what it wanted before her mind could.
Her hands reflexively moved to her sides, fingers gripping the cot to try to find purchase and when they couldn't she threw one arm back around his neck, her other over his shoulder; both hands trying to pull him closer.
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Zelda left one hand in place, gripping the back of his neck while her other moved to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly caressing the side of his face. She didn't feel that any words need be said, it was just a nice moment.
However, she had been so absorbed by said moment, that she also hadn't realized he had shifted to press the tip of his length to her center until the heat of him was sliding against her in those slow circles. Her quick, uncontrolled series of gasps that escaped were the cues that she had indeed noticed. She managed to reign her attention back to his face and gave a little nod but unintentionally found herself holding her breath as well.
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"Or..."He lines himself up, carefully, and rocks his hips, the first inch of him sliding inside her, making him groan involuntarily at the heat of her, before he pulls back out.
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"That's... one spot..." she breathed when he moved again.
Another gasp and accompanied by another soft noise with the slight insertion and her hands were once again grabbing for his shoulders.
"There!" She affirmed, her breath hitching when he pulled away again.
"There! There is good!"
Wow, she hadn't even realized how 'needy' she must look and sound! Was this place really getting to her that much?
It actually made her feel a tinge of guilt. Here she was supposed to be guiding, teaching someone, and she was being no better than those she had feared he encounter before he was ready.
"I mean... you'll know. Listen to what your body tells you."
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He swallows, leaning back as far as he can with her fingers curled into his shoulders, looking her over in the moonlight filtering into the tent. She looks so beautiful. He can't imagine it being 'needy' when his own body is so loudly demanding.
Slowly, he eases his hips forward, pushing into her just that first inch and holding himself very still.
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Her form was trembling slightly now, the ache, the pressure, it was all there. She wanted, she needed him. And this, this was new and was honestly making her even more wild with desire. Still, Zelda was used to keeping herself calm and collected; used to being steady. So even though her own body was screaming with longing, she somehow managed to keep control, for now.
Even if her curled fingers had begun to dig more into his shoulder, and she couldn't completely hold the full extent of her yearning from her expression. She swallowed, breath hitching on inhale.
"T... take... your time..."
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He reaches one hand up to his shoulder, curling it around her fingers and, ever so carefully, lifting that hand away from him, guiding it down to rest on her stomach.
"Can you... show me how you like to be touched?" he asks, the end of the question a ragged gasp as his hips rock involuntarily, sliding him half an inch deeper into her.
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It was insane how arousing this was!
Her face reddened more as she nodded and looked from Jaune's face to his hand and took it in hers.
She took a breath and held it as she slid his hand along her body, form trembling more with each passing moment. She guided his hand up so his fingertips brushed the sensitive peak of her breast, which she immediately gasped upon contact.
"There's one... well, technically two... use your thumbs in a circular motion... although, as... you have seen... using your mouth... is quite pleasurable as well...
It took her another moment to compose herself before she could continue, this time, guiding his hand lower. Her body's shivvering intensified as their hands inched closer and then she stopped, curling his fingers around to hover just above that bundle of nerves that she had only recently learned was called a 'clit,' close enough to feel her heat, but not quite touching.
"When... when you touch me here... I will have quite an intense reaction." She said honestly, and had to breathe and exhale shakily. Just taking about it and knowing the contact was so close, but not quite... She swallowed again, continuing to try to keep herself under control. "Y... you... can use your hand, fingers... or mouth. Those... are the biggest areas for me. There are more, but... I fear I am in danger of losing my self control before I can show you further..."
She wasn't asking for it vocally, but 'begging' was a pretty accurate word for the expression she wore.
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He smiles at her, body trembling, not quite half buried inside her, and with deliberation, he curls his fingers, letting one fingertip after another after another brush not-quite-casually across her clit.
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With each press, her body involuntarily jolted slightly as the surge of pleasure shot up her spine and she had to bite back the louder moans. The ones she really wasn't used to hearing coming from herself, since really, she hadn't ever been denied that edge like this before. She pretty much got it, if and when she wanted it.
The last fingertip may have evoked a quiet cry though. One that she couldn't quite hold back between her heavy panting breaths.
And of course, her inner muscles were fluttering around the portion of his length that was inside her, and the pooling heat, low in her belly held such an intense pressure. Yet somehow, somehow she kept her composure.
To be fair, Zelda wasn't even sure what would happen...
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Since being touched like that had worked so well for her, one finger after another brushing across her, he does it again.
And again.
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Can end after your next tag if you want?
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