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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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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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Zelda was about to protest as much when he started his attentions to those livewire nerves once more, each not-so-subtle press so much more intense than the last. Combine that with the feel of him completely filling her and she was going to lose it.
As much as she wanted to allow him this time to explore and learn, it was just too much.
She despirately wanted to move; every instinct telling her to roll her hips into him, to push herself over. But he still had one hand firmly splayed on her belly to keep her in place.
What was she supposed to do? It was so maddening yet so absolutely enticing!
And still, he hadn't stopped in his ministrations with his other hand! She was literally squirming under said ministrations, completely unable to remain still. Her head leaned back, chest heaved and her upper back arched. The whole of her body was taut with tension. And those moans soft cries and pants? A matching stacatto increasing in pitch and intenity with each brush.
The warmth in her abdomen and the pressure it held was almost unbearable!
Perhaps if she had been more experienced, she would have known what to do. How to better keep control over herself.
"I'm sorry..." was all she could whisper before primal need took over and she broke free of his hold. Simultaneously two things happened. She lurched forwad and looped her arms under his to where her hands could get a good grip on the back of his shoulders and pull her form flush. Her legs wrapped around him to cross at the ankles so that she could actually rock her hips into his in order to finally rush towards her peak.
And did she ever! Zelda toppled over that edge with a fervor, the absolute ecstacy its surge of pleasure held, could be felt as a fire in every nerve ending! She cried out as she clamped around him and shuddered- almost violently, through her climax.
Her breathing was ragged for a long while afterwards, even if she had gone limp shortly after her finish. It also took her a bit to return to her senses, the epinephrine haze taking its sweet time to taper off.
"Jaune, I..." she finally managed at length though it was broken up by her light panting. "I should have held more restraint... I was just... at wit's-end! You were driving me mad! Pushing me further and then stopping like that!"
Zelda's expression turned slightly pouty.
"Honestly! What was I to even do?"
It was true that Jaune had said that he wanted to see her lose her self-control, and yet, Zelda couldn't help but feel a little guilty. That perhaps she hadn't allowed for him to learn all that he needed to be okay in this place; that threw its lust-inducing tricks at you everywhere you turned. And that was to say nothing of anyone else here. To be honest, she was quite concerned for his welfare.
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He kisses her again, nipping at her lip, and buries himself inside her as deeply as he can, the ankles hooked around his back still spurring him on. Her climax brought him closer than he would have believed possible, but he's not done yet, and he leans in, his chest rubbing across hers, hips rocking firmly until they're flesh with hers, and only then breaks the kiss.
"Don't stop."
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And then something odd happened. She started to feel that building, the warming in her belly again. This was a thing that was possible? Could she reach her climax again with barely a rest?
Her breath started to quicken again as her body became rigid and tense; the pitch of her moans increased again with each thrust; which she met with a fervor of her own. The grip of her legs tightened once more in an attempt to bring him in further, even if it wasn't possible. She still wanted it to be.
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He's not going to last. But he doesn't feel like he has to try, and every moment that passes, he pushes into her more eagerly, hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbs rubbing across her nipples, his breath catching in his throat in a gasp, louder than the last, as he gets closer, closer...
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Needless to say it didn't take her long to topple over again, as she shuddered with her second finish; capturing his mouth with hers and crying into the liplock. It wasn't as intense as the first time, but still felt overwhelmingly wonderful!
However, she didn't stop her own movements. Nor did she keep her wandering hands... or mouth still, choosing to then nip at his earlobe, jawline and neck. As tired as she was, Zelda intended to keep going until Jaune reached his own climax.
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"I... was not aware that was a possibility..." Zelda commented astonished her expression sheepish at the same time.
Gently she pushed a stray piece of bang that had fallen from the rest of Jaune's spiky hair back, laughing lightly at how he was rather rumpled now. She lazily traced circles on his back with her fingers, allowing him all the time he needed to recover.
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Can end after your next tag if you want?
"We should rest." The she kissed him again, much more chaste to prove her point, but gave Jaune the final choice as to whether he wanted to pull out and stop there; for now. Even if she was already half asleep.
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"Thank you," he murmurs, dozily, and presses a kiss to her ear. This...
He can't, at the moment, imagine a better first time, or a kinder partner. Slowly, his mind fades into sated bliss.