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TDM #12
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are might be mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
WHAT
The twelfth Amani TDM!
WHEN
July 26th, 2023 (and until the next TDM!)
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Voyeurism/ Exhibitionism
★ Public Sex
★ Group sex
★ Temperature Play
★ Sexual Exhaustion
★ Public Sex
★ Group sex
★ Temperature Play
★ Sexual Exhaustion
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the resident deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
SUMMMER OF TRANSFORMATION
One summer morning, inhabitants will be greeted not by the artificial rhythmic chimes of The Peacekeeper's announcement but instead a more natural one. It is the sound of a wind chime; specifically, the source will be a furin (or furins, for multiple-people households) that seems to be customized to suit whoever it belongs to.
The slip of paper attached to the bottom also is an invitation. Inhabitants are being invited to Hiromitsu's worldwide summer matsuri - festival, for those who might not be aware! - in mid-August. In order to help you all prepare, this invitation also provides a yokai disguise once activated by someone's touch.
A menu screen will open up on their DTF's main screen hub that allows them to choose a yokai to present as. They're even customizable! In every way you could want. Someone can even mix and match different yokai features if they so desire. After all, hanyo (half-breeds) and hybrids are a thing in Hiromitsu so no one will even bat an eye.
The slip of paper attached to the bottom also is an invitation. Inhabitants are being invited to Hiromitsu's worldwide summer matsuri - festival, for those who might not be aware! - in mid-August. In order to help you all prepare, this invitation also provides a yokai disguise once activated by someone's touch.
A menu screen will open up on their DTF's main screen hub that allows them to choose a yokai to present as. They're even customizable! In every way you could want. Someone can even mix and match different yokai features if they so desire. After all, hanyo (half-breeds) and hybrids are a thing in Hiromitsu so no one will even bat an eye.
PROPHECY, SPEAK TO ME
Out in the ocean waves has also suddenly appeared a Tori gate and a small fleet of ships sailing through them. Between the columns of the gate, all inhabitants can see is a film of golden light that looks as though it is a portal of some kind. Swimming closer will show that the light is actually an iridescent golden sand ever-sifting and moving in intricate, organic patterns.
Passing through will have no effect other than suddenly looking like you've been golden glitter-bombed. Don't worry, it'll wash out!
If someone stares at the gate, they will start to feel strange. At first, it's nothing more than minor auditory and visual hallucinations. Of what? It depends! Someone might see someone familiar in the corner of their eye, hear a voice believed to be long gone, and looking away will dispel the effects.
Staring longer, however, will see something more extreme occurring. Rather than simple hallucinations, inhabitants will see prophetic visions* flash before their eyes. It is brief, alarming, and disorienting. Staring longer again won't bring the vision back no matter how hard someone tries.
Unfortunately, it is fleeting as the hanami of spring and gone in a blink only leaving you with only a sense of unease.
(*NOTE: If your character would stare long enough to see a prophetic vision, comment here to let us know!)
Passing through will have no effect other than suddenly looking like you've been golden glitter-bombed. Don't worry, it'll wash out!
If someone stares at the gate, they will start to feel strange. At first, it's nothing more than minor auditory and visual hallucinations. Of what? It depends! Someone might see someone familiar in the corner of their eye, hear a voice believed to be long gone, and looking away will dispel the effects.
Staring longer, however, will see something more extreme occurring. Rather than simple hallucinations, inhabitants will see prophetic visions* flash before their eyes. It is brief, alarming, and disorienting. Staring longer again won't bring the vision back no matter how hard someone tries.
Unfortunately, it is fleeting as the hanami of spring and gone in a blink only leaving you with only a sense of unease.
(*NOTE: If your character would stare long enough to see a prophetic vision, comment here to let us know!)
FREE SAMPLES
The ships that come upon shore are no more than four or five. Upon each is a yokai and their wares for sale. Although initially confused, they do take stamps as payment... and inhabitants can watch as those stamps convert to an actual form of currency after the transaction. Huh! How about that?
Although limited in what is available, they promise that their full stocks will be accessible when inhabitants visit their homeworld of Hiromitsu.
Although limited in what is available, they promise that their full stocks will be accessible when inhabitants visit their homeworld of Hiromitsu.
- ★ Food » A couple of the vendors have brought some delicious food that no summer matsuri can go without! According to them, anyway. Some are strange, others are "sensual", and then the rest seem to be just regular food!
Inhabitants will be able to find mochi, chocolate-covered bananas, grilled green onions, meat skewers, meat buns, and more! Just be warned: anything that is labeled as not safe for work will have you feeling pretty peaceful before you know it.
★ Kites » One vendor is selling a variety of colorful kites. All of them use a red string though, inhabitants can note, and seem prone to tying people up together. This seems especially true of people who maybe have interest in one another but haven't been brave enough to talk about it. Or maybe they just need to talk in general.
Either way, the line won't untangle without a little bit of good ol' fashioned healthy communication. If you want to make-out first though just to be sure, well, the vendor isn't going to judge any.
★ Goldfish Scooping » Known in Hiromitsu's native language as "Kingyo sukui," this game translates to goldfish scooping. Some inhabitants might remember it from their time before but for those who are new... The object of the game is simple! Using a small paper net, you have to scoop out a goldfish gently but quickly enough to transfer it to a separate bowl before the paper breaks.
These goldfish come in different colors that denote different levels of prizes. Gold earns five (5) stamps, silver earns three (3), and bronze gets one (1). If you fail to get a fish, there is still a consolation prize!
(Please comment here to have your catch RNGed if you'd like to play the game!)
★ Katanuki » The last vendor has a game prepared called katanuki. This game is a lot more difficult than it appears at first glance but not complicated! Using a special candy, the vendor will have shapes pressed into it. Inhabitants have to try to carefully cut out the pressed-on picture with a small needle or pin without breaking it.
If they succeed, they win a prize! These images can be something familiar, sexual, or bizarre! There's no telling what you'll get. Literally. If an inhabitant succeeds in not breaking their picture, it will pop into a real construct rather than the image before their eyes. That phallus you were just carefully carving out? It's now a nice, new dildo in your hands. Enjoy!
SURF'S UP
Remember those baby turtles from a couple of months ago? Well, they aren't babies anymore! Although not as big as their parent, these turtles are now large enough to ride on. In fact, they seem to encourage it! That's right, it's time for some turtle surfing.
As with anything, there is bound to be a learning curve. Each turtle will attune to its rider... just give it some time! Being thrown off or wiping out is to be expected in the beginning. After a while, a bond will form between you and your aquatic pal and you'll be riding the waves in no time at all.
You might even be able to do some fancy tricks as a fun duo with enough practice! Just make sure not to wear your new friend out since they'll need their stamina for the trip to another world with you.
Why can't inhabitants use the ships to sail to Hiromitsu? These ships are only big enough for the yokai and their wares, that's why! If anyone attempts to sneak on or insist, they'll find that it isn't just because of the boat's size though. The fleet is outfitted with anti-theft and anti-yokai measures. What does that mean?
It means that the very boat itself is a yokai and will come (more) alive should anyone it doesn't recognize set foot on its decks. Floorboards with teeth will open up to try and eat someone's feet. Or they might instead shoot up to smack or launch someone into the cold sea water below. Whatever they do, the point should be clear: you aren't their owner or a yokai so get out of here.
As with anything, there is bound to be a learning curve. Each turtle will attune to its rider... just give it some time! Being thrown off or wiping out is to be expected in the beginning. After a while, a bond will form between you and your aquatic pal and you'll be riding the waves in no time at all.
You might even be able to do some fancy tricks as a fun duo with enough practice! Just make sure not to wear your new friend out since they'll need their stamina for the trip to another world with you.
Why can't inhabitants use the ships to sail to Hiromitsu? These ships are only big enough for the yokai and their wares, that's why! If anyone attempts to sneak on or insist, they'll find that it isn't just because of the boat's size though. The fleet is outfitted with anti-theft and anti-yokai measures. What does that mean?
It means that the very boat itself is a yokai and will come (more) alive should anyone it doesn't recognize set foot on its decks. Floorboards with teeth will open up to try and eat someone's feet. Or they might instead shoot up to smack or launch someone into the cold sea water below. Whatever they do, the point should be clear: you aren't their owner or a yokai so get out of here.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ Please comment to the appropriate threads with your character if you'd like them to receive a prophetic vision or get a reward from the goldfish scooping!
★ The motivational poster in the beginning is of a daruma and the text translates to fall seven times and get up eight! This means, when life knocks you down just get up again and keep on trying!
★ We are currently at 30/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite from someone currently in the game and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
NAVIGATION
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Okay, Rose has to geek out for a moment, but internally. She wrote a book once, or maybe twice, in which the anti-hero/antagonist was a sharp-dressed, androgynous person with unique magic. Testament seems like exactly that but gothier? Which is what 13-year-old Rose probably would have written if she hadn't been too self-conscious about it. And Testament hangs out with demons, too?
Testament is basically Adolescent Rose's perfect OC, and Adult Rose is quickly becoming a fan as well. She'll need to be careful not to mess this up.
"Sure," she says, then remembers what the question was. "I mean, tea is okay. Coffee's my beverage of choice, but I like a good tea party. I appreciate them more than when I was a little girl, certainly." Child Rose rebelled against tea parties until her mother stopped trying.
Now that they've flown past grasslands and swamps, the beach glitters brilliantly in the sunlight. Rose brings her new acquaintance down for a soft landing, not even disturbing the sand. Rose smiles at the view, then spots a wooden table on the beach. She gestures toward it, as if inviting Testament to seat themself first.
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"I can appreciate a coffee, when tea is not available. I would love to learn more about it... Certainly it is as deep a rabbit hole as my hot beverage of choice."
They follow after Rose towards the table with flowing movement, glancing back and forth to take in the beach scenery. It is a pretty one, and a perfect backdrop for their tea party. They give a flourishing bow to Rose before taking a seat with a small smile, beckoning for their friend to do the same.
"I brought a thermos, so it ought to still be hot."
Testament summons two porcelain tea cups and a metal thermos in a flash of red, the cups both delicate-looking with floral print running just below the lip. They busy themselves with pouring equal amounts of the piping-hot liquid in each one.
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Rose watches with mild curiosity as Testament summons the thermos and teacups. "You certainly make that look easy. I don't suppose you've ever heard of a sylladex?" Once Rose left the confines of canon, abstractions that she'd once taken for granted became less and less relevant. It's a strange thought she's chewed on plenty already, so she instead observes Testament's experienced pour technique, and their pleased expression. She crosses her legs and waits with hands folded on the table.
She wonders if Testament is always in this good a mood. Rose is intellectually aware that someone can be cheerful and gothy at the same time, but that certainly didn't match her own youthful experience.
"Thanks," Rose says, taking the cup and inhaling its scent, her eyebrows rising at the weirdly... attic-like flavor? As mentioned previously, she doesn't do a lot of tea. She blows away steam and takes a sip. An interesting spice to it.
"Hmm. What kind of tea is this? And where did you..." Her eyes widen as she begins to feel the effects set in, her body growing more rigid. "...get it."
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They finally take a sip from their cup. Oh, dear. Testament immediately can tell something is off about the flavor of this pu-erh tea. There's a bitter, unfamiliar note mingling with the usual distinct flavor that elicits vintage photos and antiques to their mind. They stand up, narrowing their eyes at the thermos and cups.
"It should be pu-erh. This isn't right, though. Something about the flavor isn't as it should be. I found it at one of the shops-" they're cut off by a strange numb sensation that crawls across their entire body. Their eyes just barely catch a glimpse of Rose, likely feeling the same thing, before they're locked in place, stiff, and toppling to the sand below.
Great, poison. Do they wait it out? If anything they're shocked- back home, Testament was immune to most manner of poisons and diseases.
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"Ugh, stupid. I should have realized sooner." At least their heads are free of the effect. "Amani has several party favors designed to encourage physical intimacy. Give me a moment."
Normally, the two of them might be stuck on this beach until some kind--or perverted--soul came by to rescue them, or possibly until a mermaid flopped up onto the beach and devoured them. But Rose's flight is thoroughly magical in nature, unreliant on her body. That said, navigating her unmoving body out of her seat is an awkward affair, resulting in two bumped shins and a toppled bench. She spills her tea on her own arm by accident, hissing at the heat.
She floats up and then over, one leg crossed over the other, one arm held at chest level, the other held up near her face with a teacup still in hand. She maneuvers herself into a horizontal position a few feet over Testament to face them directly. "Okay, so--"
Rose's headband comes loose and falls, bonking Testament lightly on the nose (if Testament is looking upward). "Shit, sorry," Rose says as her hair falls loose and frames her face in the sunlight.
"Ahem. The trick to breaking out of this paralysis is physical contact, unfortunately. The more intimate--and by that I mean either emotionally or sexually--the faster it will likely work. But I'm not in the habit of touching acquaintances, new or old, without their consent." She's not a casual toucher in general, in fact. "How would you like to proceed?"
Rose is pretty calm, all things considered. She's had some time to brace herself for shenanigans much like this one.
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...Moving. The movement element for casting is not there. It brings back some unpleasant memories for them, being trapped against their will. Testament grits their teeth, shoving the thoughts aside. Lucky them, they aren't alone to suffer, and the clever Rose already seems to have a plan. Or at least an out.
They give a choked, amused huff when the hairband hits their nose with a profound bonk. This girl is as uptight as she is rigid, being paralyzed. "Please, it cannot be helped. If anything it offers some levity to our predicament."
Testament focuses intently on Rose with striking red eyes. The way the sun surrounds her like a halo at this angle, and how her hair looks tumbled and touseled. Lovely, really. A delicate brow arches when she speaks. She seems pretty specifically knowledgeable on how this tea works. Prior experience, or something else entirely? How fascinating.
"Ah, encouragement. A fellow named Obsidian warned me such things were commonplace. Clearly I let my guard down too easily." A sigh escapes their delicate lips, and they pout, considering for a few beats. That Rose is asking, despite the situation, more than exceeds Testament's occasionally less-than-fair (to themselves) standards of treatment. Regardless, they're far from opposed to any manner of touching.
"Well, dear Rose. I suppose the question then becomes what you are most comfortable with. I myself am open to new experiences- rather flexible, even- when I am not paralyzed. At the very least we have options. I would perhaps mention emotional vulnerability is...at times irksome for me though."
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"If actual divine insight hasn't stopped me from being caught off-guard repeatedly, including right now, then you can probably cut yourself some slack. Besides, this is probably one of the less-embarrassing options you could have picked."
Rose is a little taken aback by the "dear." It's probably just a turn of phrase, though, no need to overthink it, especially when Testament explains that they'd rather not get too vulnerable.
"You're very fortunate to be in this predicament with someone voted Least Emotionally Vulnerable at the prom she skipped." Just a joke; Rose skipped high school entirely. "We can rub our bodies together awkwardly and then get on with our lives like mature adults."
Rose takes Testament's openness to new experiences as an invitation to get the show on the road. Unfortunately, their respective configurations make this difficult. Rose isn't really in a position to grope or be groped, as convenient a starting point as that might be. But Testament's face, chest, and lap are available, and the same is true of Rose's face, back, and ass. Of the available combinations, one seems to maximize physical intimacy while minimizing emotional intimacy.
Rose rotates herself in the air to be more or less upright, then seats herself gently but firmly on Testament's lap. Her backside is a bit on the bony side thanks to years of deconditioning, but she expects it to get the job done, especially as she gets a bit of freedom back and is able to swivel her hips for a bit of grinding.
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They think for a moment how unfortunate it is that this bit of intimacy has to come from a mistake of theirs, a beginner's one to boot. It wounds their newfound sense of pride, the one they picked up in their years of travel and self-acceptance (or, something at least starting to resemble it). This, naturally, leads them to the conclusion that they'll strive to impress Miss Lalonde again at a later point. It will be a good showing, they think, as matter of course.
Such musings will need to wait. There is the here and the now to enjoy, hiccups and bonkings aside. They have a pretty friend in their lap to attend to. Testament can feel a small portion of their range of movement return as Rose maneuvers herself into a postion to grind against them. It is easy enough to tell when their hips buck in response, chasing more friction against their length. "Yes, that seems to be working- and, ah, feels good, to boot..."
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Rose's sexual experiences have mostly been of the "two clams" variety, and she's much more prone to have her partner sit on her lap than the other way around. So a hot dog nestling between her buns is a new sensation. Not unwelcome, though, particularly with her view of Testament's skirt and legs.
(She'd rather not turn around. This is awkward enough without having to look Testament in the eye.)
"So it is," Rose notes with an edge of concentration in her voice. Her hips are loosening up further, allowing her to really move her legs. She settles more comfortably, straddling Testament and incidentally shifting her point of contact. She can feel Testament's firmness directly against her crotch. She lets out a slow breath and makes her grind more rhythmic and deliberate. She doubts either of them are really going to get off this way, but that's not the point. Yet, anyway.
"I hope you're enjoying the view," she says to Testament as she thrusts. Her muscles aren't what they should be, but at least the shape of her hips should still be pleasing to the eye from Testament's position. "Let me know when you want to, mm... switch positions. This isn't doing much for my, ah... upper body."
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Their hips buck at a lazy pace as she works- clearly they are enjoying the slow pleasure of it, in no rush to escalate just yet. The tingling feel of their nerves re-awakening with each passing second of touch adds to the experience in a way Testament cannot say they've had before.
"My dear, you will find I am quite adaptable," Testament smiles a little, as though at joke they just told themselves, "Suited for just about anything. Do configure yourself however makes you happiest and most comfortable- and I will keep in step."
Sure, they tend to enjoy leading roles- but these are strange circumstances in a strange place with brand new company. Testament isn't that bold. Unless asked, of course.
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That raises the question: is Rose's goal to get out of this situation, to get along with Testament, or simply to get off? From a purely-practical perspective, the first should be her priority, but the other two goals have their merits as well. Rose thinks Testament's cool, and her groin is getting distinctly warm. But she feels like getting directly onto Testament's cock might be getting off on the wrong foot. And, frankly, she just doesn't feel ready for that. Frustrating, maybe even a little selfish, but true.
"Okay," Rose says. "Do you, um..." She glances back at Testament, still lying on their back. They seem to have gotten back the use of their arms, and their position is perfect. "Do you like to eat pussy?"
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Testament gives Rose a small, pleased smirk when she turns to regard them, and nods at her question. "Why yes, I do not consider myself a gourmand by any means, but moreso an enjoyer who would like to partake when given the opportunity. That is to say- I like it very much, Miss Lalonde."
In fact, pleasuring others (though generally in a leading role) appeals very much to Testament. It isn't difficult for them to derive their own like that.
They gladly await on their back, long hair strewn wildly behind them in the sand, soft lips just as inviting as their steady gaze. They will shift their position and limbs as needed for Rose to begin at whatever pace she deems comfortable. It is important that Testament mind their manners during a first meeting, after all.
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It's a little embarrassing still having her arms frozen in place, and it's more embarrassing having an obvious damp spot on the crotch of her day-glo swimsuit, but Testament's tented skirt tells a similar story, so it's fine. And fortunately Rose can rely on flight to help her maneuver without her arms serving as counterbalance. She floats upward and finally turns to fully face Testament.
Wow, they're really pretty, lying there like that, their long black hair splayed out across the sand. Okay. Go-time.
Rose rises high enough that she's not rudely dragging feet or knees over Testament's torso as she repositions herself, her knees settling gently on either side of Testament's face. Of course, there is one flaw in Rose's plan: she's still wearing tights. And while Rose actually thinks a nice pair of tights can be pretty sexy, and she's usually pretty fastidious about not ruining her clothes... with her stiff arms they really don't have much choice.
"I'm going to need you to rip these tights."
Just two layers of fabric between Testament's lips, and Rose's.
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Calling upon their magic, the very sort that runs through their veins, is usually a pretty simple thing. Something of a second nature, like breathing or walking. They find here in Amani during this first attempt at all, that it feels...Muted. Like they're tapping into it as usual through an obscuring layer of some kind. Odd, they think, but waste no more present time on it. Instead, their attention moves fully to Rose perched atop them, and they raise their right hand and snap.
Something crimson and fluid, like blood, blooms from between their fingertips the moment they part, rushing from seemingly nowhere to envelop their entire hand. The swirling matter reshapes around it, solid yet still moving and flowing as if suspended in an agitated glass. Just like that, Testament has a (bright red) hand with large, monstrous talons at the end of each finger.
"Now, I simply ask you keep very still. I am precise, but let us not take too many risks."
Barring any resistance or requests to stop, Testament will lazily slash from Rose's waist down towards the inseam of Rose's leg opposite the claws. They, incredibly, only gouge at the fabric itself and not the woman beneath. It shreds like paper. A pause, then they focus on other side- they work until everything- leggings, and then underwear, falls away. A nonchalant wave, and the claw dissipates.
"Well then, that ought to suffice. Shall we?"
Testament pouts to emphasize how ready they are to put their lips and mouth to work. Where's the harm in a bit of teasing? They're excited!
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With her divine insight, she has no doubt that Testmanet will succeed, but that is a very sharp biohazard in extreme proximity to some very sensitive Rose-bits. Who wouldn't be nervous?
But Rose holds her breath and stays very still, heart fluttering at the sound of fabric tearing. By the time she realizes her leotard is going to be shredded beyond repair, it's too late to do anything about it. (And anyway, she'll realize later that very little is "beyond repair" in Amani.) Also, she's now realizing they're sort-of in public, and trying not to think too hard about that.
She lets out a relieved breath as cloth falls away, revealing her carefully-shaven crotch. Her lips glisten, the thrill having further excited her. "Thanks. Yeah. Let's..."
Well, she doesn't have any clever way to put it. So she just settles more firmly onto Testament's face, and reaches down to run a hand through their silken hair. Soon she might be gripping that hair more firmly.
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They happily allow Rose to grip their hair- plenty there to hold onto. The prospect of having it pulled on, well, that's a bonus.
It's been a bit since Testament has been allowed this manner of fine dining- their pair of succubus familiars generally tend to enjoy other less...common means of pleasure. Despite that, they fall into the swing of things rather quickly, allowing their tongue to dart out and explore Rose's folds. They take slow, drawn-out passes, happy to enjoy their meal at a leisurely pace. Tease that they are, they make a point to lap swiftly and briefly at Rose's clit whenever they focus in on it, before moving on to slowly work the areas just around it. As time passes, their teasing bursts become longer and more intense- they intend to ramp Rose up, and their cock twitches at any and every response they draw from her. By the time things escalate, their red eyes will be steadily fixed on their partner's face.
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Whenever Testament teases her clit, Rose breathes in sharply. The contact is good, but those brief brushes catch her off-guard each time, keeping her tense. The more sustained clitoral contact is a relief, and she begins to relax, her thighs less tense and her hips just barely rocking back and forth. She half-consciously murmurs a stream of commentary: "Oh, your tongue feels so nice--ooh, not so abrupt--yes, there--oh come on, Testamennnt...!"
Okay, that was more of a whine than a moan. But what does Testament expect, teasing Rose like that? Like this situation isn't already difficult enough with wait, nevermind, that spot is good, all complaints retracted. "Oh. Oh, yes. Right... right there. Right there, right there..."
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, unable to breathe for a good ten seconds, fists tightening in Testament's hair--oh hey, she didn't even notice her arms were free of paralysis, that's good news--Rose comes with a pained-sounding grunt and a ragged gasp. "Oh. That's good, it's--ah, tss."
Sensitive now, Rose pulls away from Testament's lips and tongue. "Oh... that... mm." That's about the level of coherent thought she has at the moment.
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Even her pleasure alone and her every movement sends waves of Testament's very own through their body, concentrating at their stiff cock. They make a point, still, not to get too touchy with their member in particular, their hips bucking minimally. Boundaries are sacred to the Gear. Lucky enough, Rose's startling and stinging yank at their hair as she climaxes drags a gasp from Testament's own throat, and they manage to spill themselves. The mix of pain and another's pleasure are just enough to tip the scales.
Eyes squeezed shut, they busy themselves with cleaning Rose up with their deft tongue, shuddering as they ride out their own orgasm. Whenever Rose does unseat herself from Testament's face, they offer her a small, satisfied smirk. "Well then, I believe that frees us both up. I do hope it was satisfactory."
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...actually, wait something happened when she wasn't paying attention. Something important. She glances over her shoulder, toward Testament's groin. Whether there's visible evidence or not, she can tell they got off. "Really. I mean..."
Argh, okay, the order of operations is all jumbled. First things first. She awkwardly clambers off Testament's face, remembering a second too late that she could have just flown. So she just... floats in a sitting position, legs crossed demurely to conceal her genitals. She's aware that the cloth is gradually unfraying but puts it firmly out of mind. Her hair is still in her face for some reason, so she brushes it back with her hands--where'd she put her headband?
"You... really enjoyed that, huh. Er, I did too. Obviously. Sorry. And, thanks." What is Rose even saying? "I don't really do... this. Usually. I don't really know what to..." No, she does know what to do. "You were, um, really cool about it. We should... 'hang out' again some time. If you want."
Smooth as sandpaper, that Rose Lalonde.
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"Yes, really, my friend," they say, bemused. "I cannot say anyone has called me 'cool' before, but I would be happy to be 'cool' with you again any time you so desire." Seems the sandpaper is not so much a bad thing.
They sit themselves up, wiping their face with an arm. Ah, laundry will be simple enough later. No need to strut about with juice all over their face fresh into the simulation. As they eventually stand up, they notice Rose's headband below in the sand. The pick it up and offer it forward.
"I am certain it is an easy matter to contact another in this place, right?"
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"Thanks." Rose isn't the type to get worked up over being called a friend, but still... it's nice. The last person she had sex with actually claimed they weren't friends, which was by logical extension less nice. (Rose hadn't been in a very nice mindset at the time, so maybe it evened out.) But here, now, she smiles.
"Oh, yeah, it's easy enough." Rose fiddles with one of her earrings, and it expands into her portable computer headset. "Our DTFs can contact each other and enable communication via text, audio, video... the works. So, feel free to call sometime. For now... I think I'll go find a change of clothes."
Rose saw a shack not too far away, at the beach's edge. Maybe they'll have a spare skirt or pair of pants.