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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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And yes Colette, penetration isn't really necessary on either side to have a good orgasm. It was a far more delicate and finicky process to get a lady to come that way.
His main aim at the moment was to get her wet. Wet enough that he could get some on his hands, to take care of that dry cock problem from earlier. But he wouldn't mind getting her to come either.
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It felt good, and it had her getting wet even if she didn't really know what that was either, starting to leave that slickness on Jean's hand. "...but you... you want... inside me, huh?" Of course he did.
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"I don't know," he replied around a frog in his throat. His airways were getting tight from nerves. "I don't know what girls talk about..." He would have assumed that they were like guys when they were in puberty, unable to stop talking about their dicks and having pissing contests 24/7, but that was obviously not the case.
"...We don't have to do that. You can, uh... You can come without that. So can I," he added, while also berating himself mentally for letting such a chance slip by. Maybe he was being too nice, to deny himself that.
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What did guys talk about anyways.
"Is... mm... there a reason... not to?" she asked, curiously, even as she started to feel the urge to move her hips with the way he was touching her. Was he supposed to... go that far? Or not?
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Guy talk about things Jean would never repeat in a lady's company. He would know. He often initiated such conversations.
"...To not get pregnant?" Jean replied in such a way that expressed he was mortified that he hadn't even been thinking about that. Women had ways of taking care of that in his world, but he didn't know how they worked, and he doubted Colette was doing anything like that if she was a virgin. He stopped moving his thumb for a moment. "Yeah, that's... Kind of important."
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"Oh! Oh. ...right!" Colette laughed nervously. She was, uh, not exactly ready to deal with or prevent it. "S-so... mm... let's... be careful, then?" she decided nervously.
No babies. Not yet, and not here.
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He reached out with his index and middle fingers to brush against the her vaginal opening, and gathered up some of that ejaculate to rub around her clit. She would be able to feel how warm and slick it was for herself.
"We can use that. When it's dry, it's, uh... Not as good for a guy."
Like when they were talking about rope burns earlier.
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So.
Colette bit her lip as Jean's fingers worked around her entrance, around her clit. "Mmm... do you mean... ah... rub it on... on you?" she asked curiously.
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"Yeah. I've done it before. It works," and well enough for him to decide to explain something that embarrassing instead of going without. Now that she's better lubed, Jean can move his thumb back and forth in a slightly faster, flicking motion. "Tell me if it's too fast, I know it can hurt a girl if they aren't ready."
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So they were working with what they had and what they knew, which was outdated for Jean, and nothing for Colette. She was still learning things about her body though, and she was enjoying it. Jean was surely actually good with his hands, if her body felt this good, and as much as she wanted to focus on returning the favor the most she could manage was keeping a gentle hold on his cock while he worked his thumb against her. "N-nooo it's not too much - mmph..." It had her breathing hard though. ...it was kind of a workout just doing it like this, she realized, so what was the real thing like?
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"You don't have to keep sitting like that," he added, as it looked a little uncomfortable, how she had to bend to keep a hand on his dick. "Lay back? Relax a little?"
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"...I'll take care of you better... after you're done with me, then?" she offered thoughtfully. They would just take turns, right?
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"Yeah, that's what I was expecting," although he was getting pretty hard just from touching her, the sound of her breathing, and the faint smell of her arousal-- all sorts of secondary stimulus. He wasn't blue-balls levels of uncomfortable yet though. "It's better if you come first. You'll get really wet."
And then there'd be plenty of cum to lube him up. Jean snuck his forefingers back into her while still making that flicking motion with his thumb. He could easily feel how tight she was, and the gentle pulse of female arousal.
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"I-I'll... ah!" she moaned, her hips jerking as she clung to the sheets again. Let Jean take control, let him... make her come. Orgasm. Uh. ...there were probably other words for her to learn too. Shoot, even if she'd heard of them, she was so distracted by his fingers inside of her, and flicking over her clit; she was tight around his fingers, and wet as every breath came harder and shakier. "I... think... it's close?"
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She whimpered and jerked her hips - then another, louder sound, a high pitched moan. Colette's pussy throbbed, and gushed on Jean's fingers as she let go; as she came, and discovered what the heck she'd been missing out on for years, and it was absolutely incredible.
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She looked so sweet, and he very much wanted to kiss her, but she looked overwhelmed as it was. Maybe a minute after she came back down, and had her sense again.
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That was... a lot. Almost frightening, if it hadn't felt so good, so intense that she was wide-eyed, staring up unfocused at the ceiling. It was a workout, and it was hard to describe, and she could see exactly why people just went for it for the sake of it.
"...oh... my goodness," were the first words she managed to get out afterwards.