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TDM #13
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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 thirteenth Amani TDM!
WHEN
September 20th, 2023 (and until the next TDM!)
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Tantric Sex
★ Body Worship
★ Cuddle Fucking
★ Electrostimulation
★ Quirofilia
★ Body Worship
★ Cuddle Fucking
★ Electrostimulation
★ Quirofilia
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 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.
BASKETS OF PEACE
"Hello, inhabitants," speaks The Peaceekeper, "have you had a check-up recently? While we don't have to worry about disease here in Amani, your sexual health is still important in so many other ways!" It was recently suggested that perhaps they haven't been the most mindful in terms of encouraging inhabitants to have healthier sexual habits. No time like the present to work on correcting that oversight though.
How? With a gift basket, of course!
Each inhabitant - either new or established - will receive a gift basket full of fun things to try. Each one includes (but is not limited to):
How? With a gift basket, of course!
Each inhabitant - either new or established - will receive a gift basket full of fun things to try. Each one includes (but is not limited to):
- ★ Male and female condoms (flavored and unflavored)
★ Edible lubricant
★ Erotic dice + erotic card game
★ Bottle of wine
★ Heart-shaped bath bombs (aphrodisiac-laced)
★ Bondage lace eye mask + wrist/ankle bindings
TRIPPING OVER TROPES
Due to the influence of Dirk Strider and Rose Lalonde both, The Peacekeeper has learned about an interesting phenomenon known as 'fanfiction.' It has studied the topic intensely for the last couple of days to try and learn more about its literary significance amongst the multiverse. It is an interesting insight in some of the inhabitants' cultures and what 'tropes' appear to be more common depending on the circumstances.
Unfortunately, such an influx of information sees the AI running Amani a bit more distracted than usual. The simulation - at least for a few days - is a bit more prone to glitches as a result. Only these aren't the usual ones like a hole in reality someone falls through and ends up somewhere unexpected.
No, these ones are as if the NPCs and inhabitants both residing in the simulation are having their pathways forcibly rewritten. It isn't very obvious, at first. Perhaps you're feeling a bit clumsier than usual and need to chase after a rogue piece of paper carrying on the wind that leads you running right into your current crush. Or maybe something gets unexpectedly spilled on you and the person you like is suddenly offering the shirt off their back (and leaving them shirtless, of course) even if it's out of character.
Finally, inhabitants might really start to catch on when whatever dwelling they enter there is only one bed. Have roommates? Too bad, looks like you might have to share for a bit! Oh, no, how unfortunate... However do you think this scenario will end? The Peacekeeper knows since, well, it's the one unwittingly writing inhabitants into these romance trope scenarios.
Thankfully, it will snap back to 'reality' within a few day's time having learned that, as with most good things, fanfiction should be taken in with moderation in mind.
Unfortunately, such an influx of information sees the AI running Amani a bit more distracted than usual. The simulation - at least for a few days - is a bit more prone to glitches as a result. Only these aren't the usual ones like a hole in reality someone falls through and ends up somewhere unexpected.
No, these ones are as if the NPCs and inhabitants both residing in the simulation are having their pathways forcibly rewritten. It isn't very obvious, at first. Perhaps you're feeling a bit clumsier than usual and need to chase after a rogue piece of paper carrying on the wind that leads you running right into your current crush. Or maybe something gets unexpectedly spilled on you and the person you like is suddenly offering the shirt off their back (and leaving them shirtless, of course) even if it's out of character.
Finally, inhabitants might really start to catch on when whatever dwelling they enter there is only one bed. Have roommates? Too bad, looks like you might have to share for a bit! Oh, no, how unfortunate... However do you think this scenario will end? The Peacekeeper knows since, well, it's the one unwittingly writing inhabitants into these romance trope scenarios.
Thankfully, it will snap back to 'reality' within a few day's time having learned that, as with most good things, fanfiction should be taken in with moderation in mind.
FRUITS OF FALL
Last year, there was an emphasis on apples but there are plenty of other common fruits to be found growing throughout Amani. Due to The Peacekeeper learning about tropes though, some of them will have a temporary effect in that vein on any inhabitant who eats them.
And what are those effects, exactly? Well...
And what are those effects, exactly? Well...
- ★ Pomegrante » Usually a fruit associated with femininity, eating this will actually see your concept of gender be a little more malleable. Characters will suddenly see new sliding scales in their DTF's menu that allows them to decide how feminine, masculine, or in-between they'd like their physical forms to be!*
★ Blackberries » Eating a handful of these berries will see someone's personality flip on its head. Those usually happy-go-lucky and bubbly will now be morose or upset about every little thing. Thankfully, it doesn't last long... even if the damage to your relationships from your unexpected shift in mood might. Oops.
★ Peaches » Often used in modern text language as a sensual symbol, this fruit will see someone swap kinks with another individual in the simulation. Get ready for some really confused boners, everybody!
★ Grapes » These fruits are meant to be a shared experience since just one person can't be expected to eat a whole bunch of them; however, eating a grape at the same time as someone else will see you sharing more than just a meal. Now, you're sharing experiences in one the most intimate ways of all - by swapping bodies and all that means.
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!
★ *While this effect of the gender sliding scale will be opt-in entirely and only temporary, it is a feature that inhabitants can purchase in the future with stamps if they'd like!
★ 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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"Wha-?" she questions, alarmed by a shout coming in her own voice. The ring? What ring? Oh, huh, he is wearing one. It must be something important or, like, aligned to Noctis only? She moves one hand to try and pull the ring off but then comes those faint, discordant voices.
What the absolute fuck? Does Noctis have a haunted ring? Why does he have a haunted ring!
"Uh," she says, ever so eloquently at first. Wait, can they hear her if she speaks aloud? Does she need to beam her thoughts at them? Her eyes go up, expression puzzled but curious as she thinks:
'I didn't know I was Chosen. Well, I mean- Not exactly. Anyway, uh. My world's Chosen, I guess? Earth. Or, specifically... The Makai? If I had to guess?'
She glances nervously from Noctis in Ardyn's body to Ardyn in hers. Is she going to get, like, smote or something if that's the wrong answer? Kami, she wants a nap. This is way too much stress in way too small of a timeframe.
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The indistinct whispers sound again for a brief moment, and then a third voice full of suspicion says, Then you claim not to seek our power to add to yours? Why else usurp the earthly form of the True King?
The second voice chimes in again: What would you have us do, exact the blood price from our own Chosen to be rid of an intruder? Foolish.
And a fourth: Neither ought we harm the savior of an unfamiliar star, lest its wardens seek vengeance.
And finally, the first voice again: Well? What say you, usurper? Is it power you seek, or shall you claim your intentions to be nobler?
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'Woah, okay, hold up- I don't want to usurp anyone. Me being in Noctis' body just... kind of happened. I don't want his power or yours or whatever.
So you can just, like, keep it away from me or whatever for now and I'll be fine.'
Hopefully, that's satisfactory. She puts her fingers back on the ring - ready to pull it off, just in case - but makes no movement yet. Now, splitting her attention, she squints at Ardyn!Noctis.
"I think... it'll be okay?" she says, aloud. "Hopefully. I mean, they're still kind of figuring it out, which. Same, honestly."
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Very well. We shall allow you the span of a fortnight to return the Chosen King's body to him. See that your aims climb no higher in the meantime.
And finally, one last voice - a new one, one that sounds no less regal than the others but has more humanity in it, somehow:
May destiny be merciful to you, Nurumi Hanako.
And then, simply silence.
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Before she can think to respond, they're gone.
"I have a fortnight," she relays. "And no funny business with, like, trying to take Noctis' power or anything. But I think otherwise... I am cool with the ring ghosts now." She gives a thumbs up once confirming that, yes, no more voices in her head.
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...which never comes. Ardyn goes from panicked to concerned to confused to surprised in about a minute. He exchanges glances with Noctis. How in the world...?
"That's... good," he says cautiously. "Perhaps, to be on the safe side, you might put it in..."
Wait, who has Noctis' Armiger? Ardyn experimentally summons the first thing that comes to mind: his old, familiar hat. It appears comically-large in Rosie's hand, and besides, she was already wearing a hat. Ardyn banishes the old reliable chapeau.
"Well, the Scourge stayed in my body, but the Armiger moved with my mind. That's interesting... but no reason not to switch back," he adds hurriedly. "We could eat more grapes and see if that helps." Red spider lilies on Rosie's brow betray Rosie's sadness at the idea. He's used to controlling his face and mannerisms, but not flowers.
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Brow furrowed, he turns to Rosie. "I don't get it. They're usually on a hair trigger about anyone but me wearing the ring. Like, 'setting people on holy fire' hair trigger. What did they say?"
Ardyn suggests eating more grapes and Noctis glances at him. He has no idea what those flowers mean, but he's already made up his mind about this and he needs to hurry up and commit to it before some intrusive thought sweeps him up in its rage again.
"...no, there is a reason. To keep it this way for a little while, at least. Do you even remember the last time you weren't dealing with this shit? You deserve a break from it, Ardyn. As long a break as I can give you. So we're taking this opportunity, no arguments."
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"Uh, well, they just said that as long as I wasn't trying to, like, usurp the throne or whatever that it was cool. Something about me being important to my world, too, but..." She rubs the nape of her neck with her hand a little nervously. It's clearly not something she really wants to get into.
Thankfully, the bloom of red in her periphery is a good distraction. Ah. Well, she knows what those flowers mean so: "I'm on board with that, yeah. As long as I'm not getting crisped by the ring then, hey, I don't mind staying like this for a bit." Even if she imagines with how exhausted she feels already that most of the time will be spent sleeping. "And feel free to do whatever in my body, honestly."
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"I think I shall," Ardyn tells Rosie, in response to her kind offer. "Starting with..."
He could warp, maybe, but it feels so good to be in a healthy, pain-free body, that Ardyn prefers to jog up to Noctis. He hops up heedlessly, trusting Noctis to catch him, and plants a big kiss on his borrowed lips. Ardyn squeals a bit at the unexpected feeling of stubble against Rosie's tender flesh. The kiss goes deeper and longer than originally planned, and when he pulls back he's panting a little.
"Surely I can find some way to reward both you handsome fellows? It's the least I can do."
If asked about fucking himself, Ardyn might have described mixed feelings. But that's Noctis, no matter whose body he's in, and Ardyn's quickly learning to appreciate the feeling of being cradled in his own strong arms. The pie in the oven is currently forgotten.
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Which is fine, because a moment later he has a Rosie-shaped Ardyn running and jumping at him without warning. "Whoa--" But of course, Noctis does catch him, and he's only too happy to return that kiss with enthusiasm. And more than enthusiasm, as they're both eager to deepen it. Rosie's body feels so much smaller in his arms than he's used to, and lighter by far. He can easily shift to holding Ardyn up in one arm while the other hand explores - under Rosie's sweater and anything she was wearing under that to tease at Ardyn's nipples, then down to drag up his leg and slip under the skirt to palm at his ass.
Noctis is suddenly extremely aware of the ache in his already rock-hard cock where Ardyn's weight presses against it, and gods how does Ardyn live like this all the time, just...constantly edged by his own cursed dick?? He's just about ready to rip that skirt off when Ardyn pulls back and Noctis gasps slightly at the loss, panting just as much.
"Fuck," he says with his usual eloquence, but there's more than a little growl in it. Because the instant Rosie's tongue is no longer in his mouth, a restless hunger pushes him to want it back, immediately, and more than that besides. He grins at Ardyn and past him at Rosie, and he means for it to be his usual Noctis sort of grin, but it ends up looking a lot more predatory.
"Oh, it's the least, all right. Whaddya think, Rosie? Want to see Ardyn give us his best attempt at a 'reward?' And if it's not good enough, well, guess he's gonna have to give us more."
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Today, she's content instead to laugh at how Ardyn leaps into his own arms with her body. It's fun, isn't it? Being so light and easily lifted up. A part of her already misses it, actually, but those tears pulled at her heartstrings enough to subdue it immediately. Ardyn deserves to be happy and have a little fun. If this is one way that he can, then why not let him live it up a bit? They might have to make a potion of it, honestly, since she wouldn't mind testing out this whole switcheroo scenario again but more controlled.
She's also getting a fun glimpse into how their intensity looks from the outside in. Huh. Look at them go. Well, if she ever doubted that her body was bangin' even from an objective standpoint... Noctis' body seems to appreciate the view, too, if the slight shuddering roll down his spine and growing tension in his groin is any indication thanks to the sensual display. Being turned on as a guy is interesting. Similar in some ways, vastly different in others. Of course, she wants to know more and why turn down such an obvious opportunity to?
"I think," she starts, still getting used to the sound of Noctis' voice instead of her own, "that sounds like a great idea. I'm going to be a pretty harsh judge of how rewarding this'll be I think more is definitely likely. Just tell me where you want me." Since, y'know, they seem to have a good headstart so far.
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He blushes as his lovers talk past him. "Now, now, you two can't judge me too harshly." He's amused and a little embarrassed to realize he's whining. "I'm working with unfamiliar equipment." But his buttocks are flexing, his body urging him to rut against Noctis. "And the two of you... your... cocks..."
What was Ardyn saying?
"The table," she says intensely. "Put me on the table."
It won't be as comfortable as the couch or the bed, but they can both have access to her body there, and most importantly of all, she won't have to wait.
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"Hey now, don't get too eager - the reward's for us, remember?" Still holding Ardyn up in just one arm, he slides his free hand down to Rosie's inner thigh, close to the groin but not quite close enough, and firmly holds it there with just enough pressure to prevent Ardyn from actually grinding against him - or at least, just enough in his estimation. As Ardyn has already considered, though, Noctis isn't used to the unnatural strength in this body, and he ends up squeezing Rosie's thigh harder than he means to.
But he does take Ardyn over to the table and lay him out on his - her? - back. He can't help bending down for another hungry, eager kiss. It ends more quickly this time, but only because it's nowhere near enough and the Scourge is urging him to just devour her already. Or him. Whatever.
Noctis pulls back, licking his lips and glancing up at Rosie. "Hey, want to see if Ardyn can keep up with being fucked two ways at once?"
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"Of course, I do," Rosie answers, moving to the opposite end of the table to look down at Ardyn with an amused smile. "Though I have no doubt." It's her turn now to dip down and steal Ardyn's lips in an upside-down kiss. Hers is sweet and soft in contrast to the heavy heat of Noctis', it turns out, which isn't intentional but... interesting that that's seemingly her instinct in this body.
Though speaking of this body, she gives a little uncomfortable shift of weight from one leg to the other. "How do you do this?" she asks, once she pulls back up. "Kami, these pants are so tight and rubbing and-" Excuse her, a flare of authentic Rosie impatience happens as she works on undoing and loosening these pants Noctis are wearing. A sigh of relief sounds once her burgeoning erection is free and tenting her boxers instead.
"That's better," she says, though- Woah. Okay. You know, it's one thing to see this thing and be excited by the size because of what it means for her in her usual body but... To see it on herself, so to speak, is bizarre. Just, uh. Give her a minute. She'll get back 'into the zone' soon.
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Once Noctis actually lays Ardyn down on the table, she feels a bit... overwhelmed? Exposed, perhaps. But Noctis' hungry kiss banishes such thoughts from her head. She moans into it, wondering stupidly why he took his hands off her. Instinctively she presses her thighs together, eyelids fluttering at the pressure.
Noctis pulls away and Ardyn has just enough time to answer Noctis' question with a "Me too" before Rosie gives her own kiss. Softer, sweeter. Relaxing, in a way. Where Ardyn's hands simply clung to the table in response to Noctis' forceful kiss, she reaches up to stroke Rosie's borrowed cheeks. (Noctis' lips feel so different from Ardyn's own.)
Ardyn pouts when Rosie pulls away to wrestle with her pants, but it's a short-lived huff, because the end result is Rosie's borrowed cock being unveiled. Maybe it's Ardyn's current position, with her head hanging off the table's edge, or maybe it's her awareness of her own body, but that cock looks... bigger than she remembered. Can she take it with a mouth she's still getting used to? Rosie's never dislocated her jaw doing it, so it must be physically possible. And besides...
It looks so good.
Ardyn doesn't precisely decide to reach out and get Rosie back in the zone--it just sort of happens, her soft hands reaching to enclose that shaft and pull it closer. And all the while she clenches her thighs together rhythmically... but it won't take much effort for some enterprising lover to spread them apart.
"Please," she says, to either or both of them.
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Oh, that moan into the kiss sets Noctis' borrowed cock to twitching again. Not that it's difficult to do, apparently, but that sound makes him want to pin Ardyn to the table and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until he's well and truly his. But they have a tower to build, and he actually really wants to get his mouth on - well, his own mouth, too. (Is that weird? That's probably weird.) So he manages to stave off the urge for now.
Noctis snorts at Rosie's impatience, which honestly doesn't look or sound all that different from Noctis' own. "Now you know how I feel when you tease me to death." Which, of course, he always enjoys in the end - but still!
Seeing his own cock from an outside perspective sure does make it seem...bigger than he'd really fully comprehended. Sure, he's seen it in the mirror, though usually not erect. And he's seen it from above, of course. But from over here, it honestly looks like there's no possible way it could fit inside Rosie's body in either direction. Obviously it has, but it's hard to believe right now. He whistles, low. "Damn. No wonder you call it the Royal Scepter." This to Ardyn, and it's not even smug, as they might have expected - just a little stunned.
Something strange hits him, too, watching the two of them kiss so gently and realizing just how...feral he's already gotten over this. Ardyn - and Rosie herself, for that matter, in her own body - may crave the rougher, more passionate stuff on the surface, but...what if that's all just biological, and what they really want is something soft and loving? And here Noctis is just following the instincts Ardyn's body is giving him. Thinking only of himself again. The Scourge is no excuse. He's got to slow down, somehow.
But that seems even more difficult to do when he looks back down to see Ardyn reaching for his - Rosie's? - cock and squirming in her short skirt in an attempt to feel a fraction of what Noctis denied her a moment ago. And as if all that wasn't irresistible enough, Ardyn pleads with them. That one little word makes Noctis' erection pulse with need. If he were in his own body, he might be inclined to tease, to deny her some more until she was truly begging for it. But between his own natural impatience and the Scourge's endless hunger, there's no chance in hell he's going to make himself wait.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He banishes all of Ardyn's clothes (the ones on Ardyn's body, that is) from the waist down to his Armiger, not really thinking about the fact that Ardyn himself can't get them back unless Noctis decides to hand them over. Which in and of itself is a pretty satisfying thought, when he gets around to having it.
When he first takes hold of one of her thighs in each hand, his grasp is careless, controlling, too eager. But he pauses to take a breath and actively relax his grip. "Sorry," he mutters, shaking his head a little as if to shake off those too-strong urges. "I...uh, this is just...a lot more energy than I'm used to having." Sure, that's one way to put it.
Focusing, now, on being more careful, he pushes Ardyn's thighs apart more gently, though still firmly. He can see Rosie's groin glistening in the light and the urge to devour her rises again. Without thinking, he abruptly ducks down to get his mouth on her, shoving her skirt up to press his tongue hard into her folds and lick with one long, indulgent motion up through her sex and over her clit, groaning deep in his throat. Only afterward does he realize he's straying from their purpose to chase a craving of his own again, and with a quiet growl of frustration at himself he nuzzles Ardyn's inner thigh as another apology of sorts. The scent of her is so strong here, and he thinks he might be a little drunk on it.
He straightens up, slightly embarrassed and scratching at the back of his head. He slides both hands under Ardyn's knees and lifts his legs, coaxing him to wrap them around Noctis' waist. He looks up at
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"Pft, you know you like it," she claps back to Noctis making that poke about her teasing. Just like her now in his body, he may complain to start but is always rewarded by the end.
The gentle encircling of soft fingers around her cock is like a mental record scratch. Any other thought or quip is completely derailed the instant contact is made. She feels it straight through her groin and up her spine. A small "ah" escapes her as her cock twitches in Ardyn's grip.
Oh, but she wants more. She takes a step forward to chase that line of contact as she's guided to. Pre-come beads on the tip in anticipation. Any reservations she might have had about pushing her cock down Ardyn's throat are already gone. It doesn't look like it'll fit but, well, Rosie knows from experience that it can.
She'll just have to take it slow, which- Huh. That's another unusual thought, actually. Or rather, the ability to consider that taking it slow might be best instead of just... going.
"Just let me know," she says, to Ardyn, "if it's too much." Being outside her body is definitely helping her see why some people feel the need to make sure she's okay with not taking it easy. Rosie wonders though if he'll answer like she would with some quip about how she'll be fine.
Either way, that plead also causes a slight tightening in her chest and borrowed buttocks. Please, she pleads, sweet as a siren song and she suddenly wants to give him everything he wants and more. "S-sure," she manages, not taking her eyes off Ardyn.
"Although, you might as well enjoy all of the view that you have if you can," she points out to Noctis. Rosie reaches forward a little to 1) inevitably know where to brace herself on the table but more importantly 2) grab the hem of that loose, fluffy jacket and roll it up to expose more of Ardyn's - well, her - body. Look, she knows how nice it is to watch those breasts bounce. And, of course, she can't resist giving one a nice squeeze and pinch of her fingers to a covered nipple teasingly fleeting.
She looks back up to Noctis now with a smirk and nod. Countdown. Why not? "One," she starts, tortuously slow, returning her gaze down to Ardyn. She'll let him set the pace he wants for her... but not before a little teasing first. "Two," she continues, sighing slightly at the warm rush of breath against the head of her cock. "Th-three," she finishes, somehow, despite a low moan pulling from her lips immediately after as soft lips and tongue set to sending waves of pleasure up her body.
"F-fuck," she swears softly and fighting the urge to push further. Oh, but it's so rewarding to know this is exactly how she makes them feel.
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But that's all too heady. Ardyn merely flashes a grin at Noctis and says, "The real reason I wear hats, revealed."
But now Ardyn has a real conundrum: she can't look at Noctis and pay attention to Rosie's cock at the same time. Noctis' magical disrobing does keep her attention for a few moments, particularly since Ardyn's never seen her usual body from this angle. The scars are barely visible from below, and one might never know the monster within until they saw the intense focus in those amber eyes. But soon Noctis takes the choice of where to look out of her hands by ducking between her legs.
"Oh!" Ardyn squeaks, as Noctis steals a long lick. That feels... rather different. His breath upon her wetness, his rough lips and stubble against sensitive skin. "No need to apologize," she assures him, because she's having a grand time.
Then Rosie comes closer and Ardyn has a new object of her attention. She doesn't even hesitate to crane her neck and lick at that glistening pre-come, savoring a familiar taste from an unfamiliar tongue. Does it literally taste better than usual, or is that just Ardyn's lust? Hard to say, harder to care. Why think about the logistics when instead she can watch Rosie's eyes glued to the breasts she loaned Ardyn?
This is all so marvelously strange.
But Ardyn does blink and refocus on Rosie's... well, technically it was a command, but it doesn't hit like one from Noctis' body. Good to know. Ardyn nods, aware that she must look a little ludicrous from this angle. "I'll strive to return your body to you in roughly the condition you left it, Sandpiper." She grins. "Just a little messier."
And on the count of three her mouth is full of warmth. Her eyes roll back as she lavishes drooling attention on Rosie's cock-head, moaning and forgets for a moment what's about to happen on the other end of the table...
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But they can figure that out after Ardyn's finished taking it down Rosie's throat.
"Good call," he tells Rosie as she exposes her own body's chest for his viewing pleasure. "But how am I supposed to enjoy all the view if you keep my clothes on?" Listen, when he's in his own body he's self-conscious about it sometimes, especially in the presence of people with buffer, more muscular bodies than his. But now he has the chance to see it from the outside, and maybe he'll be able to see what Ardyn and Rosie and Prompto see in it. And if not, well, he'll just continue to keep his shirt on in public.
"Ha - I'll remember that," he tells Ardyn, regarding his hats.
No need to apologize, Ardyn says, but Noctis isn't so sure. He's known for a long time that he can be selfish, self-absorbed, but the Scourge seems to be making it worse, and that's not what he wants for his partners. He misses the count of three, despite the count-off being his idea in the first place, just watching them for a moment. How they savor each other, how soft and giving they are.
Can he be that for them, right now? Or is he only going to ruin it?
He can't resist for long, though, not with his insistent erection commandeering his thoughts. He growls low in his throat at his own susceptibility even as he takes Rosie's body by the hips and starts to push inside. He tries to go slow, tries to be mindful, tries to savor the sensations as he normally would...he's not sure if he manages any of that, though, because by the time he bottoms out in that intoxicating, slick heat, he's panting hard with the effort of stopping himself from simply letting go of all restraint immediately to fuck Ardyn's brains out. He wants to do it because it would feel so damn good. The Scourge wants him to do it to ruin that soft harmony they have that he can't seem to find anymore.
"Gods," he groans, bowing his head and leaning over Ardyn to press his forehead to her midriff, just below her breasts. He's just trying to breathe and keep his shit together, but once he gets there, Ardyn smells so good and that flesh is so soft and before Noctis knows it, he's nibbling and sucking at the flesh there, harder than he ever normally would, forgetting in his momentary urge everything else he'd wanted to do.
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"I have to do this all manually. Bori-Oh, Ardyn, fuck." Words are too difficult to string together. Each pass of his tongue sees Rosie fighting back a near instinctive push forward of her hips to further envelop her shaft in that warmth. Still, she does take a moment of lucidity - and whenever Ardyn might need to breathe again - to roll Noctis' clothes off his upper body and bare that chest and shoulders of his.
Now it's her turn though to appreciate the scene unfolding before her. Noctis dips down to bring teeth and tongue to fair, unmarred flesh. Will he leave red marks in his wake? Will it satisfy Ardyn the way that it does her to see proof of her lover's intensity, of how they desire her to the point they want everyone to know? She hopes so. She hopes it's as satisfying and that all of this is, really, because kami is it doing so much more for her than she truly knows how to handle.
"Please, I..." she starts, trying to find the right way to phrase 'I want to fuck your throat' that's more tactful than just, well, that. She doesn't waste any time though in letting Ardyn circle his lips around her cock again and this time allowing a small flex of his hips once and then again, testing and teasing in equal measures both. It feels almost impossible to be so restrained and part of her knows she wouldn't want Noctis to be if they were in their own bodies but that's something to unpack at a different time.
For now, she dips down herself to kiss the top of one of those generous breasts. She draws a silvery line of saliva with her tongue, and catches a nipple between her teeth playfully before returning to more gentle suckling and gentler passes of her tongue. She catches Noctis' gaze briefly, heart jumping not just for the work that Ardyn's putting in with her mouth but also the sudden, compelling desire to kiss the other man herself.
This is all so wonderfully strange and surreal and full of new sensations both physical and emotional. They'll definitely have to do it again.
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...but she makes a surprised sound as Noctis pushes inside her. This is something she hasn't practiced, and it's fortunate that she's already making an intentional effort to relax. It's fortunate that she can relax, in this body. Ardyn experiences the strange, surreal sensation of being filled with her own cock. Oddly the thought that seizes her brain isn't excitement about that fact, but awareness that how she's feeling right now is how she's made Noctis and Rosie feel plenty of times before. It's a unique form of intimacy, and she'll remember it.
She concentrates for a few moments on the simple sensation of being doubly-filled, but then her lovers add their mouths to the mix--Noctis' hard sucking, and the scratch of his stubble, Rosie's kisses, biting, suckling. Her lovers want her badly, and Ardyn's thrilled to have them take pleasure from her flesh, to say nothing of her own near sensory-overload. She wants nothing more than to get them both off.
Ardyn thrusts her hips up into Noctis, as if trying to get him even deeper, as she wraps her legs around him. She grasps Rosie's borrowed hips, inviting more strident thrusts. She can't speak, of course, but she can moan and shake and invite her lovers to fill her with the sticky proof of their love.
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But he can care about that later, when he doesn't have soft, yielding flesh beneath teeth and lips that he uses to bite into the plush curve of one of Rosie's breasts like an apple, not quite hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave distinct marks. When he's not buried balls-deep in wet heat and trembling slightly, hands curled into fists, with the effort of staying...civil about it. Rosie may want to do this again; the other two might be having fascinating new experiences; but all Noctis wants is for this to be over so that maybe he can feel some semblance of control over himself again. And what an awful, selfish thing to want, when both of his partners are having such a good time.
He's halfway to convincing himself to just pull out and leave them to it when Ardyn tightens his legs' grip on Noctis' waist and bucks his hips for more, and Rosie catches his gaze with Noctis' own ocean-blue eyes that seem to be asking him for something. No, to leave would be selfish, too. He has to find some way, somehow, to give them what they deserve. Why is it so difficult? Why can't he just enjoy this?
He lifts his head to look at Rosie, his amber eyes full of conflict, frustration, struggle. But the urge to kiss his own lips comes back with a vengeance, and he wants to be gentle with his passion but he ends up grabbing her with one hand firm at the back of her neck while the other grips Ardyn's hip tightly and pulling her closer to claim her mouth. His mouth. Whatever.
He deepens the kiss immediately and desperately with a hungry growl, and the distraction is enough to make him forget about trying to go slow. He thrusts into Ardyn once, to give her what she wants; twice, to feel it for himself; and then too many times to count. Everything he does is powerful and urgent, kissing Rosie and fucking Ardyn both harder than he means to with an intensity that seems to beg them to help, to fix this, to overwhelm him before he overwhelms them and loses himself entirely.
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"Hey-" she starts to say, soft but reassuring. Unfortunately, it's cut short by that intense grab and kiss. Okay, well- That also makes sense. She closes her eyes and sighs into the sensation though of Noctis' lips crushed against hers. Despite herself, even like this, a little roughness is more than welcome.
Maybe meeting him will help a little. So, she kisses back just as passionate and fierce; Rosie bites against his bottom lip and suckles lightly with an almost playful growl of her own. Kami, she loves the feel of his stubble rubbing against her skin and rough hand holding her neck. It is a bit overwhelming, honestly, but in the best sort of ways.
He's trying his best to go slow with Ardyn but that seems impossible when spurred on by those heated kisses. She's thrusting too now, shallow but strong, and trying to keep in mind that she doesn't want to choke Ardyn if she can help it. Yet, it doesn't take long for her to be taken by surprise by an orgasm in a body that isn't hers.
Oh, it feels so different. It's so quick, comparatively, a blinding sort of desperation that pitches into bliss near immediately. She cries against Noctis' mouth as she comes in spurts down Ardyn's throat. Each one comes with a subtle flex of her hips, a little whimper or whine. At some point, she instinctively pulled back to finish on Ardyn's face and chest and make him the sticky mess she knows she likes to be. It's all so amazing and then-
She feels like she's going to pass out only seconds after from exhaustion, boneless but pleasantly so. Kami, is that what guys feel when they come? No wonder they usually fell asleep right after so often back home.
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If she weren't extremely full of dick she'd realize that neither of her partners would want her to pass out for their pleasure. Fortunately, Rosie saves her the trouble; with a squeal that's both like and unlike Noctis', she begins to fill Ardyn's throat, and Ardyn has no choice but to swallow for dear life. Rosie pulls out and spurts the rest onto Ardyn, and Rosie gasps for breath as a mess is made of her.
And Noctis. doesn't. stop.
Ardyn moans against the softening flesh of Rosie's groin, her borrowed cunt tightening with an orgasm of her own. "Please," she says, fully lost in pleasure and the scent of musk. "Cover me, fill me... come for me..."
If she wasn't thinking about the consequences of passing out, she certainly isn't thinking about the consequences of Noctis' orgasm.