TDM 002

[erkumods]

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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress." The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up. Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars. Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.) "You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication." No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries. The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well. "Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷." Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes! ( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn. ...Did you say priced? That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app. You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it? (Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.) And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[cadeuces]

Angela doesn't want him stepping away, either, from the reluctant way she lets him draw back from her nails in his hair and the warmth of his body pressed to hers, but cashmere shifts over her skin as his hand recedes from beneath it and he's setting to undoing some layers of his own, so she won't pout. (Too much.) She has to decide whether to help him with his cumbersome clothing or whether she'll match him in shedding restrictions, seeming to make up her mind by the time he's set two beautiful swords aside.

Her thumbs hook under the waist of her leggings and she sinuously works her legs together as she eases them off, slowly, matching each piece he removes. She toes off her ankle boots to slip each leg off her ankles and plucks the lace thong from the pile left, sweaterdress still offering her just enough cover as she steps back in. He makes for quite the spectacle, trim waist and broad shoulders and cut muscle that spoke to years and years of repetition for his drills and his work, but again, the scars were just scars. Her gaze lingers on the swell in his pants once it's swept over him, and her fingertips are cool against his stomach as she steps back in and traces up his abdomen, gentle as she curves up over his chest and along some of those scars.

He's beautiful to look at and the curve of her smile is plenty impressed as she tucks blue lace into his pants, ensuring she pushes them in enough to feel the scrape against his cock. He's far from ugly and far from being a freak— and she's just tucked the proof that she still wants him down the front of his pants. If that isn't enough, she's pressing a kiss to one of those scars on his chest before tipping up for another from him, pressing right back against him.

"And not a single one of these made you say 'ouch'?"


( HAHA ur absolutely right, we should be ok! I'm trying to bat them back as quick as I can since I have some days off right now too, but I'll be looking forward to them!! 💪😤 )

[wolfwithagoat]

He'll give Angela this much: she knows how to put on a show, simply but efficiently. Eskel isn't sure which he enjoys more, watching her take just the right clothes off, or being teased by her sweaterdress. By the time they're done, his eyes are wandering over those shapely legs of hers. He can hardly wait to dive between them and taste the arousal his heightened sense of smell is picking up.

But then, she's touching him - and stuffing her underwear down his pants. Angela doesn't have to push them in far, with his cock swelling to meet them with every pulse. More and more, Eskel's glad he took the chance with her. An excited spark lights his inhuman eyes.

He sighs lightly when she kisses his chest, enjoying the albeit uncommon sensation of having his body be appreciated. One hand cups her cheek as he kisses her back, and gently strokes with a thumb at her question. There's a soft laugh before he responds.

"Mm, maybe." His other hand takes hold of hers, and places it on a slashing knife wound on his chest. "I think this one did. And..." Eskel moves her hand to another, lower on his abdomen, made from large talons. "This one. Getting hard to keep track. Got a few still covered up, too. Like the one somewhere around..."

He shifts over to Angela's body, placing his strong, rough hand upon her thigh. "Here, I think. Or is it..." His hand slides up beneath the hem of her sweaterdress to tease at at her, brushing by but not quite touching her. "Oh well, like I said, it's getting hard to keep track."

((yes you've been doing very well with that, thank you! :D I'm assuming that you're just gonna phase out with AC? In that case we've got one day more to get as far as we can with James lol! I believe in us!))

[cadeuces]

As does he; he isn't trying, necessarily, but she's always enjoyed another's form and watching how people move, everyone unique in their own ways and accentuating parts of themselves subconsciously that they're proud of. He doesn't necessarily strike her as self-conscious when he's more openly apologetic than anything, but it never hurt to have someone match you in baring themselves at the same time instead of just ogling. The panties that she tucks in his pants are slick with that same arousal he can now smell easily and the faintest brush of her fingertips to the base of him tells her just how impressive he is here, too, even if his trousers were somehow deceiving to his size.

It has her rubbing her thighs together as if to temper herself just a little while longer, teasing one another with propriety and the chance to be treated gently. He seems to enjoy that first kiss to his chest, and she certainly enjoys the feel of rough-worn hands on her, nuzzling into his palm before offering him another chaste press of her lips to his, quick to deepen. She rather likes his laugh. It's an easy and infectious little chuckle, warm in tone. It heats her through even as the warmth of his hand curls over hers at his chest to guide around to other scars, fingertips gentle and exploratory where he leads them. He can probably expect what comes next when she shifts away from his lips and seeks out those scars to kiss, after stroking the skin around them. Her palm flattens to the talon rake further down, letting his hands wander over her body before she kneels down to explore further.

Eskel, she certainly hopes no one's ever tried to go for your groin, goodness. Too many arterial lines too close to the surface. Still, whether or not he's simply teasing her as an excuse to touch her, she's kneeling down atop his discarded shirt to press another few kisses over those talon marks in his side, then down to where he'd indicated on her thigh. She'll feel for the gnarl of scar tissue first, kneading along his thigh, glancing up through her lashes at him.

"Feeling better? Shall I keep exploring?"


( yeah I was just going to idle out, nice n quiet and maximize the time I have to backtag things!! let me nap a lil more and I will hit that back too. >:T )

[wolfwithagoat]

She would feel some actual scar tissue, though not as far up his thigh as he went with her. It feels like a particularly large and nasty bite. Quite the close call, indeed.

Eskel watches Anglea lower herself in front of him, both excited and surprised. (But mostly excited - she makes such a beautiful sight looking up at him like that.) Every kiss she planted along the way spread warmth through his body; the scar tissue itself might not be sensitive, but the care she displays for them is something Eskel didn't realize he missed so much. The witcher is fully hard now, face-to-face with Angela and straining against the cloth. The slickness she left in her underwear only makes him want to taste it fresh all the more.

"Much better. Though, I thought I was supposed to be thankin' you," he responds. His hands start undoing the ties of his trousers as he continues. "But if you wanna go first...well, I'm not gonna curb your enthusiasm."

A second later, he frees his cock, thick and ready as it is. Her panties happened to catch themselves on it and hang there. Eskel laughs again. "You lose somethin'?" he jokes.

((makes sense. the thread with James was fun while it lasted, at least!))

[cadeuces]

Well, so long as he hadn't been fibbing. (And even if he had, really, she would have kissed his leg where he'd indicated on her anyway. If someone's to be so bold to request a kiss, she'll usually oblige when they've otherwise been sweet.) She finds the bite and kneads the heel of her hand around the scarring, sparing a few more kisses to those talon marks by his stomach, watching his face light up when he realizes she's knelt down to stay.

With the chance to look up along his body, he makes for even more of a sight— muscle and tan skin and pale scars interrupting dark hair, bright gold eyes fixed on her. Certainly a softness to his expression that betrays how much he'd missed simple kindness shown to him even if the swell of his cock hadn't said as much with it. Their earlier kisses had stoked him, but people usually weren't left straining from just that. It must have been nice. And with calling himself a mutant— how long had it been?

When she draws back with her question, that hand at his thigh skims up to tease along the shape of him, about to go for the laces as well. Instead she'll reach a bit further up to curl her fingertips over the waist, ready to help bare him to her as he sees to the laces far more deftly, his voice a rumble lightened by his awe.

"Mmm, good. Both that you're feeling better and that you aren't going to curb my enthusiasm." Her nose was already crinkling with her little grin, about to follow up with something else, something about the thanks owed— but she draws his trousers down just enough in tandem with him easing his cock out, and the glitter accent on the lace of her thong is hanging quite proudly from him.

Her giggling is immediate and she bumps her head to his other leg, hiding her face so he doesn't think she's laughing at him, reaching up to cover his hand about his cock to give him an appreciative little squeeze. Let her get it out of her system and gently pluck the material from him, even if she proceeds to wrap it about the base and pushes down a little further, up under his balls. She'll even tie a pretty little bow with an eager tease of her tongue between her lips. Hands off, sir. This is hers now. The softness of her palm skims up the underside of him, weight hefty atop her hand, already looking mischievous.

"I think they've found a better home, so I may just have to relinquish my lost items." And with that, she'll press the first kiss against his shaft, open-mouthed little things slowly trailing from base to tip with the velvet of her tongue to tease in the occasional linger, sucking gently at delicate skin.


( it was delightful, thank you for finishing it with me!! I'm more than happy you'll be able to turn it in for Good Shit now. 😤✨ )

[wolfwithagoat]

Oh, that little nose crinkle. He doesn't usually think of the word "cute", especially in a situation like this, but it's happening now. Angela is endearing herself to him more and more, and not just because she's about to suck his dick.

Eskel's enhanced senses lets him hear her laughter, but he knows its true source. It is a silly sight, after all. Having fun while having sex is unfortunately rare, at least for him. He'll work with the giggling.

And having the thong tied around his cock. Even he has to laugh a bit under his breath - though that breath turns to a sigh as she lays her hands on him proper. Her touch is so soft and warm, but still deft.

"How 'bout - " he's cut off by Angela's kisses. It's not just the physical sensation, but the affection of her actions that make his mind go blank for a moment. "...ah, how 'bout I just borrow 'em for a bit?"

Eskel's not even all that sure of what he's really saying, he just wants her to keep going.

((and thank you for your patience! pardon the late response lol, I swear I never gave up. :) and yes, thanks to our perseverance, that thread was turned in for a tailor's shop on the island. of course, it's only selling like lingerie to start, but still!))

[cadeuces]

Well, she did have a coffee mug somewhere back home that said 'cute enough to stop your heart, skilled enough to restart it' that someone had cheekily gifted her. Let her work her magic for you, Eskel, and have a little fun getting pampered. She clearly thrives off being able to do just that for her partners. Everything about him and how he's spoken to her and treated her has inspired kindness, his every response to her touch honest and aching, down to that chuckle giving way to the rasp of his breath just to have her palm up under his cock.

Her eyes remain fixed on him, dusk blue in the shading of the stables— all while slender fingers carefully frame the sides of his cock so she can stroke him. She watches his gaze slip somewhere far off, his words halt, and then she watches as he seems to catch the tail-ends of escaping thoughts once more to finish what he'd begun to say, wrangling them back down. Each kiss is curved with a smile and the occasional glance up through her lashes when she listens, thumbing along the delicate stretch of skin just under the head of him to rub gentle circles in the little bundle of nerves and seeing how he reacts.

"You have yourself a deal. Provided you give me something to borrow in return."

Her free hand seeks out one of his with her fingertips bumping to his forearm and trailing down to find his fingers, drawing them up to request his touch so he can show her how he likes it, if her own pace doesn't do the trick. And even if her pace is just fine? She'll never turn down fingers in her hair and holding her. It's a small enough ask, surely.

Those kisses finally reach the tip and she lingers there, sucking, hardly holding him aloft with the other hand. She isn't easily distracted no matter how she quips back, at least, and seems to know what he wants. She won't stop now that she's gotten a taste. There isn't even any time to really consider how he'll barely fit in her mouth and between her teeth as her lips part to take him in properly, pillowed on the hot velvet of her tongue after one luxurious rock over the slit of him, swallowing thick as she seeks his gaze and makes sure he gets to revel in the first few moments of this— that initial heat engulfing him and the way she looks to him, minding how she holds him in her mouth. He is big, and he'll forgive her the shifting as her thighs rub together, weight shifting from one knee to the other as her hand curls over his wrist for purchase.


( pls!! I'll believe in u 💪😤 I will always be excited for jantags with eskel in my inbox bein this soft... and omg that's an EXCELLENT purchase, I'm so glad! )