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TDM 013: BARING IT ALL

00. Arrival

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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

Erku's new arrivals may be encouraged to seek out the Laid Bare Massage & Spa for some specialized attention and relaxation, but they and long-time inhabitants will also be offered a chance to earn credits.

Anyone interested in earning robot wages will be tasked with being the resident towel person! You’ll stand inside of the room while the patrons are receiving their massages, hot scrubs, or relaxing in one of the saunas holding towels for them should any be requested. Or you may be asked to help with the regular cleaning of the Spa, wiping down all of the tasteful nude statues to free them of the grime and filth (or… other things) that builds up over time. You might even be asked to help lovingly clean the murals of nude patrons (that is to say, fellow Islanders) all over the Spa.

But this is a job that requires a very specific uniform. Robots will provide you with your very own chiton or toga. The chitons happen to be very short, not covering nearly as much as they reveal, but the togas might be entirely too long. They brush or drag along the floor and what with being barely held together with the thinnest and most fanciful of ropes, who knows how often they might be untucked? Take care, please, or else the robots might pull you into being the next model for their latest mural portrait instead.

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II. GRIN AND BARE IT

Erku’s resident mental health professional, Dr. D. Love of Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Therapy Center, has taken a keen interest in ensuring that the relationships of you Islanders are progressing in a productive, healthy, and open-minded fashion. And to ensure this, he’s tasked his robot staff to pay close attention to anyone who looks like they are having trouble with relationships with other people on the Island. And after months of so few (none) clients, these robots are very motivated to seek out people in need of their therapeutic assistance!

Arguing with a friend? Telling someone to stay out of your life? Being a hermit who refuses to come out of your apartment? Accidentally bump into each other on the street? Make a joke at your friend’s expense? Playfully punch someone in the shoulder? Walk by someone you don’t know and not tell them hello?

Well clearly all of you need help in repairing whatever may be damaging your relationships! Before you know it, you’ve been bundled off by the robots right to Dr. D. Love’s office and sat down to talk it all out. The fact that you may not even know the other person the robots think you need to work your troubles out with doesn’t matter. Dr. D. Love is here to make sure everyone goes home happy and satisfied.

You may have to play along with this confusing farcical situation, even making up wrongs and slights you claim you have done to one another before finally coming together in reconciliation. The more you deny there is anything wrong, the more the good Doctor will insist you need even more help than they first thought. They might even have to send you into one of their Privacy Rooms and work out your frustrations with each other with their wide array of therapeutic sexual devices and supplies.

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III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

The trolley is making its rounds as usual with announcements echoing from the loudspeakers that it’s Bare It All Week at Six Flagellants Amusement Park and to kick it off there will be a grand concert at the Loudinus Outdoor Amphitheater that lasts all week long! Not sure what that means? Well, come to the concert and enjoy hours and hours of music played by robots who seem to have taken their songs right from the pop rock crazes of old. Whose old? Who knows.

The music may not be completely to your taste, but something about it may make you feel energized and overly dressed. You might even feel the need to strip down until you’re not wearing anything at all! But don’t worry, the robots performing on stage will give you new clothes to wear by throwing skimpy, sexy underwear and lingerie right at you! How did they know your size? Don’t ask questions, just give into the urge to put it on while you rock out until it’s time for the trolley to take everyone right to the gates of the amusement park!

Anyone dressed in less for this week will receive free entry, rides, and food and might even receive special prizes at various booths of sex toys, candies that act as an aphrodisiac (meant for sharing of course), stuffed animals, or even a free sex doll! Those are super hard to win from the ring toss, so you should really take advantage and enjoy all the perks of baring yourself for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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She hums a long noise, appreciative, at the sight and feel of him licking and sucking over her fingers. One that turns into a low moan when Krem finally breaches the space between them to lick into her. It's curious and exploratory but it was no less arousing because of it.

"Mm, good boy." Idly, she cups and rubs at her own breasts, letting him take his time, feeling herself warm up from the slow exploration and she leans back a little in the seat, so she can open up more fully for him, legs spread wide on either side of his shoulders. Hand in his hair, she guides him lower, pulling him close. Trying, trying not to be impatient with him, but she can feel her veins warming, her body eager for more, "Your tongue now, mm, just give it a little push."

He took the praise and instruction with gusto, following her lead and going where she put him. It wasn't hard to understand what she wanted, feeling the way that her skin radiated heat and how she leaked against his tongue. He lapped and sucked at her at first, groaning softly at the taste and smell overwhelming him.

Gently, testingly, he brought a hand up and braised it on her inner thigh, high up near the junction of her legs, gripping just a little more tightly than he might have considered on a more frail-bodied woman. He pushed that leg just a touch wider as he slid his thumb against her lips and spread her open.

For a moment, he ducked back against the grip on his hair. He took a look at her. All pink, but flush down here, and slick. The sight was intensely inviting. He could only stay away for a moment before he was back, delving his tongue into her this time. It pressed his nose against the bud of her clitoris and he worked to rub that as well, a clumsy attempt for her pleasure.

Her eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at her, her expression pleased at his growing boldness. When she feels him dip his tongue inside she lets out a low moan, her fingers curling in his hair.

"Yes, that's good." Indulgently, she lays back on the bench once more, eyes closed as she lets him explore and tease, one of her hands eagerly squeezing her breasts, rolling a nipple between her fingers. He was clumsy and unpracticed but she was wet against his tongue, the bump of his nose against her clit a reminder of how eagerly he was ready to serve her. The hand in his hair keeps him in place and she rolls her hips, giving one, bold grind against his face, fucking herself light on his tongue and smearing her want over his lips.

"You can touch yourself too. You must be aching to be inside of me by now."

The longer he was at it, the more confident he got at it. The movement of her hips was good for guiding and leading him, telling him where to keep his mouth to please her. Her hand in his hair helped to get his tongue in even deeper and he rubbed her, gently, with his thumb.

He was, though. He was aching and the reminder of it made him whimper in desire as he kept up his attention to her. Her pleasure and attention was more important than his own desire since they started, but now that she mentioned it, it was a distracting secondary pulse, a throb between his thighs that begged for attention.

He sank a hand under the tiny pink chiton, squeezing his thighs in an attempt to calm himself down a little as he moved his attention from that lovely wet hole to her clit. He sucked, flicking his tongue as he whined and whimpered in pleasure.

Her attention was fully on his mouth and the lovely way he flicked and licked at her clit. A fast study, when he sucks on her clit she doesn't hold back the shuddered moan nor the buck of her hips. The noises he was making made it even better, fates, she forgot how good it could be with someone so inexperienced but eager. A possessive sort of desire curled through her. She wanted to come like this, make the boys face a mess. Not yet, but soon. It was all she could do not to squeeze her thighs around his head and keep him right where she wants him.

"Keep going-" Urgently, both of her hands fist into his hair, her forearms squeezing her breasts together and if he looked up at her he would find the goddess looking fully enraptured of what he was doing to her. Back arched off of the bench, her hair spills over the sides like a curtain, parted lips moaning praises into the empty room, "Krem, you're so good to me, such a dutiful servant for a goddess."

Edited (you did not observe that) 2021-06-22 00:21 (UTC)

He could have stayed there as long as she wished. It was definitely not what he had expected when he'd stepped into the room, the sort of massage he had imagined when he had put his hands on her body. He worried he might get in trouble--get her in trouble.

But the walls weren't painted with all these sorts of depictions for nothing, were they? So he stayed where he was, dutiful and insistent, occasionally easing his attention from her clit only to slide his tongue against her folds and into the depth of her, fucking her with his tongue before going back to her clit.

His own hand, which had been attempting to calm him with some pressure on his thigh, now sank between them to play over his own wet folds. His groaning pleasure turned into a bit of a whimper, a gasp, as he pulled back for a breath and looked up Aphrodite's body at her before putting himself back to work, now with the added tease between his own legs.

Her gaze is lidded when she looks down at him, and she gives a teasing, insistent tug to his hair when he pauses, although she'll give him the breathe he needs. When he returns to licking and teasing and fucking her with his tongue she sighs like she's dipped back into the heated pools of the spa.

"Fates, you're so good..." She sighs, and it takes a few moments for her to realize his whimpers and noises are not so much from eating her out (as wonderful as she was to go down on, she's familiar with the sounds of self-pleasure), and finally she tilts her head, peeking her eyes open to watch what she's assuming would be hands wrapped around a cock. What she sees instead has her fingers curling in his hair, and she sits up a little.

"You're...?" Her tone is surprised more than anything. Busy reflecting back in her hazy, pleasure-addled mind to figure out if she's been mistaken.

Her surprise and the way she sits up slightly jostled him out of his position against her. Krem pulled back and paused, frozen, hand still tucked up between his thighs and just under that high pink hem. There was no hiding things. There was nothing to hide. And the chiton had shifted, slightly, off of one shoulder so that the swell of one breast was nearly revealed as well.

His breath rattled nervously out of him. He licked her wetness from his swollen lips.

"I can explain..."

Her head is spinning a little too fast. The result of being high on her own pleasure and then confused - her senses foggy and trying to catch up when really she just wants Krem to get back to work. (She's a simple woman.) The flutter-step in Krem's heart is obvious and she shakes her head. No one deserves to feel guilt during sex.

"It isn't a problem, dear." One of the legs that frame his shoulder curls around just enough to let him know she wants him where he is. Eyes soft, she sits up and takes his chin in her hands, tilting his face up to look at her. The ancient world was not nearly so sexually binary as mortal historians would have the world think. Man or woman, he looks wonderful with swollen lips, wet with her arousal. She thumbs over his bottom lip and smiles, "I only want to be sure that I am moaning the right things for you."

Still framed between her quivering thighs, still held by her hand in his hair, Krem remained as still as he could. His tongue flicked against her thumb as she brushed it on his lip, drawing it in, sucking gently. He let out a low noise of pleasure and let his eyes unfocus slightly.

"You can moan whatever you feel like, my Lady," he said around the edge of her thumbs. It was truthful enough, honest. He hadn't been expecting any sort of reciprocation for this act, and he wasn't about to make a mention of it now.

"Mm, but I would feel quite foolish if I started begging you to breed me, hm?" Her mouth quirks up. Her thumb curls in his mouth then drags a wet line down his chin. She's glad he doesn't seem to be shying away, the mood settling back into sensuality as nerves smooth over. Her eyes drift over him, at the soft curves peaking out under that pink chiton. So obvious now. She really wasn't paying attention, was she?

Finally her fingers drift down his arm and up her thigh, and circles light over her clit. Open invitation for him to continue, although this time she's sitting up, eager to watch him rather than lay back and simply bask in the feeling.

She smirked about it but it unfurled something in Krem that made his breath stutter a little bit, a mixture of many things. Desire that he could and shame that he couldn't, eagerness that he give her something comparable in the midst of this.

Then she was touching her self, leaning back enough that there was room for him again, and he didn't need another invitation.

This time, he slid his thumb inside her, a slow nudge to test if he was truly invited to the depth of all of her pleasure or merely invited to subject himself to her whims. His hand had never left her thigh, and it was easy to rub his thumb gently against the folds of her cunt and then, gently, to press it inside her as he licked and sucked at her clit like there had been no interruption in his service to her in the first place.

Her hand slips away as he leans in, fingers stroking through his hair affectionately before curling into a fist when she feels the pressure of his thumb push inside of her and she moans. Surely he can feel how wet she is around him, and oh, she loves feeling a lover inside of her.

"Good boy, do you want to fuck me like this...?" There's no mistaking the eagerness in her voice, turning it raw on the edges. The attention to her clit has her right back as if they hadn't paused. Eyes go soft and she leans back and lets her head lull back - her hair spilling like a waterfall behind her.

"Yes," he managed to groan against her, a brief moment of noise between swipes of tongue, between breaths and pressed lips. He worked in closer to the table, desperate and eager for her pleasure, for her taste.

He worked his thumb a little faster, rotating his hand a little bit so that he could change the angle that he pressed up and into her. He couldn't get as deep as he might with his fingers, but he knew from his own experience that he didn't need to get deep to get to that sweet spot inside her.

He pulled back, slightly, to tease his tongue on the very tip of her clit, looking up at her. "I want to taste you, my Lady. I want to feel you. More than anything."

Any shortcomings when it came to depth or even girth, he made up for in earnest. She'd been happy to be generous with her moans and noises while he serviced her - both out of encouragement and because she genuinely enjoyed herself - but as the angle of his thumb shifts so too do her noises. Moans shift to gasps and shuddered breaths, and the angle of her elbow goes soft. She has to lay back again, eyes fluttered shut. Just a little more, just a little-

Her hand fisting in his hair, dragging him closer, is the warning he gets before she comes. It's a gentle peak from one high of pleasure to the next, but her next breath punches out in a shuddered noise, her stomach pulled taut as a tremor rolls through her body. She can feel her cunt squeeze tight around his persistent digit, wet and hot and dripping in the humid air of the spa.

The building, cresting pleasure was wonderful. He could feel it coming, that moment, the way that her body quaked and quivered and started to squeeze and get even more slick against his tongue.

When she came, he persisted for a moment. Her hand in his hair kept him where he was. He fucked her through it with his thumb, until the clench and quiver of her body began to ease.

Fingers loosen then fist tighter in his hair as he keeps going, her voice going a little ragged near the end of it and she shudders, lips parted and toes curling.

Eventually, though, he lets up and she catches her breath, sitting up slowly with her head coming up last, lulled back then rolled forward languidly. It may not have been a typical massage but she was certainly relaxed.

“Good.” She hums, warm and endearing, her fingers stroke from his hair down to his cheek, bidding him to look up so she can lean down and swipe her tongue over his lips, tasting herself on him, “That was wonderful.”

Krem gasped a little into the kiss, but he certainly didn't stop her. He was vibrating with anticipation, with desire, but he didn't dare demand or even ask anything of her. He didn't think he was meant to do all this, helping out around the spa.

"Happy to be of assistance," he said, a sigh of words against the kiss. He eased his hand back down his thigh, smoothing the chiton down and back into place for when he was eventually permitted to stand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Lady Aphrodite?"

She lingers there, leaning over him and letting her lips and tongue trace over his mouth, content in the after glow of her orgasm, but also contemplative. What else indeed. "You can stand up."

Hands urge him to do so, then, boldly grope fingers over his thighs, up the skirts of his chiton. The way she was seated, when he was on his feet, gave her the perfect height to lean in and run her cheek against his lower stomach, through the fabric, her eyes flickering up to watch him. Her position obviously perfect to give any man ideas and teasing fingers slip up his skirts, curious if he'll permit her this.

Krem stood. He wasn't very tall, but tall enough beside the bed, and especially when she sprawled neatly and leaned into him. He shivered and tried not to nervously squirm, especially as she started to touch up his thighs, up under the edge of the chiton.

There was no protest, and there was nothing to say, because she had already seen him touching himself. He knew. He wanted to say that she didn't need to, but she already was.

Between his thighs was slick and wet, just as she had been, and he whimpered softly in anticipatory excitement. He fisted both hands into the bottom of the chiton and lifted it, showing himself off.

She can tell the anxious anticipation in his body - maybe people have not touched him like this very often. Or perhaps his world is unbending to the form of his body but as the literal goddess of love, there's nothing but eager excitement to the soft kisses that she presses on the curve of his lip, leaving light pink marks from her lipstick in the places where her lips have been.

Her hands run up and over his backside, kneading gently, and the soft look in her eyes goes sharper, more playful when she leans in to swipe a long stripe of her tongue up his center, biting her lip at she looks up at him.

"Has anyone kissed you like this before, dear...?" And before he can respond she's demonstrating. The hands on him pull him forward, so that he's leaning lightly into the pressure of her mouth as she parts her lips to leave a wet, open mouthed kiss between his legs, tongue pushing past his folds.

"N--aah."

His denial that anyone had done something like this to him before got all swallowed up in a pleasure exhale. His thighs shook slightly, but he stood strong, letting her pull him in close. He put a knee on the edge of the bed so that he was open and exposed to her, panting softly.

"No one's ever," he started, and blushed feverishly. Was it worth saying? Did it matter?

He grabbed her hair gently, not wanting to insist on her attention but unable to restrain himself from holding onto her when she was kissing and licking at him so indulgently and intimately.

"Good," It's the only thing she says and it's a toss up whether she means that it's good that she's the first to do it, or good the way he's leaning into it. Likely both and she hums a pleased noise when he crawls up with one knee onto the bed. Pink lips curl and open up against his cunt and she uses her fingers to spread him out, licking a long stripe up to his clit where she swirls it around.

She stays like that a few minutes more before the way she's bending is getting a little uncomfortable and she pulls back, licking the wet off of her lips and her hand bumps against his as she pushes her hair back from her face.

"Lay down." Gesturing to the spot where she was laying, she starts moving to get up off of the bed, switch their places, "I don't want your knees to give out on you, or anything."

There was a breath of protest, a consideration that he shouldn't, he was supposed to be working, any number of things--but he didn't say any of that in the face of her certainty and the way that she swept her hair back and moved so fluidly.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the massage bed, and then he laid out on it. On his side at first, hiking the pink chiton up around his waist. And then slowly twisting onto his back in a languid sprawl with his legs off either side of the bed.

It was a bold invitation, being spread so wide. His cheeks were so hot he was almost dizzy. Still, he was excited to have someone look at him like this, to want to look at him like this, even if it wasn't at all how he had expected this might go the first time this happened.

There's no shyness or shame in the way that Aphrodite sets herself on the bed between Krem's legs. Forget that he was working or that they had just met or anything like that, she was perfectly in her element, kneeling on the floor despite her divinity, and just as much casual as Krem is flustered.

"You know," She lilts, conversationally, "in my world, there are a number of artworks that depict me as you are." Her palms run flat up his thighs, up and around to cup his ass, "A combination of masculine and feminine. They're quite lovely." Leaning forward, she licks a stripe up, between his legs, hands tugging him just a few inches closer so she can get comfortable, and licks him again, grinning up at him, "I think you would make a lovely painting as well."

TDM 013: BARING IT ALL

00. Arrival

I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

II. GRIN AND BARE IT

III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

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