TDM 002

[erkumods]

TDM 002: IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO

( 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]

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! )