uhmani | TDM #13

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):

Have some kinky fun! Enjoy yourselves! Don't be afraid to ask your fellow inhabitants either about the contents of the basket if you aren't sure. This is what being peaceful should be all about.

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.

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...

Pomegrante

malleable

new sliding scales

Blackberries

personality flip on its head

Peaches

swap kinks

Grapes

shared experience

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.

Sexy Stamp Card

Issued by: The Peacekeeper

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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

★ *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

F.A.Q. ★ RULES ★ CHARACTER CLAIM ★ LOCATIONS ★ MAIN NAVIGATION

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wh... Why is she staring at his mouth like that? Does he have something on his face? The man idly brushes his lips with his fingers, just in case, but doesn't find anything out of place. Hm. Hm.

He's neatly distracted by the mention of her partners. Ah, yes, he knows Noctis. The young king who enjoys a good bit of fishing. Dimitri would like to get to know him better, considering their similarities, but tends to be a bit more reserved these days. He is working on fixing that though.

Ardyn... Hm. Truthfully, he doesn't know as much about him beyond the brief exchanges they've had and seeing him skulk around the lakehouse when Rosie was living there out of his peripheral. Honestly, he'd mistaken him for a hallucination once or twice thanks to his absolutely weird vibes. But it's fine! Rosie's dating them and seems happy(?) about it so- It's fine.

"Glad I am to hear it," he says, sincere as usual. Also glad she spared him the details for once. "Oh, me? I... Well, you know my tastes run fairly simple. Anything would be fine, really."

"One anything, coming up."

Ardyn fetches a glass and runs it under a tap with movements he's seen Rosie practice a hundred times. He pours a glass of mead for Dimitri--after all, what "ye olde" king wouldn't enjoy some mead? Ardyn has no idea, the stuff's alway been too cloying for him. Though maybe it'd taste different with Rosie's tongue? As he sets the drink to one side, he touches a finger to the tap to collect a few droplets of the spirit, and sticks it in Rosie's mouth.

Hmm. Hmm. Not bad, but honestly? He's more enamored of the finger. He runs it over his tongue, appreciating the familiarity and unfamiliarity of the sensation. Finger still in his mouth, he glances over at Dimiti. Hmm.

Ardyn pulls her finger out of her mouth with a pop and smiles--with teeth--as she slides the drink over to Dimitri. "How about you? Got any plans today?"

He does like mead, actually. While the taste of it tends to be lost on him, he enjoys the thickness of it compared to ale or other beers here. He actually isn't sure he's ever explicitly told Rosie of his condition, has he? She's probably gathered from context clues having lived in the lakehouse temporarily a time or two but- Perhaps that's something he'll share with her someday.

He does catch the way that she seems to... enjoy the taste of the mead herself. That finger in her mouth lingers and, well, so does his gaze with his good eye. It's not the first time she's been blatantly provocative around him and, well, he doubts it will be the last. Still, he's usually more gentlemanly than to stare and realizes he has been once she looks back to him with that smile.

"N-no," he answers, stuttering only slightly as he shakes his head. "Not anything planned in particular. I'll probably tend to the garden later with Byleth, honestly, and make sure we have enough stock at the lakehouse for the upcoming colder months. I know most things can be provided by The Peacekeeper these days but... I still prefer the old ways of making do, I suppose."

A good performer keeps tabs--pun intended--on where the audience's gaze lingers. And while Ardyn was admittedly a little distracted while Dimitri's eye was on her, she notices how interested he suddenly is in looking anywhere else.

Well, isn't that a nice feeling? Surprisingly nice, in fact. One could call Ardyn a fan of attention, but attention toward his body rarely feels earned, because his body rarely feels like it's his. And while Rosie's body is merely borrowed, he loves it, chose it, and wears it with permission. Plus it's fun to tease sincere types in any body.

Ardyn rests her elbows on the bar, and her chin on one palm. The other hand--with one finger still moist--rests on the bar between her and Dimitri. "So nothing too pressing?" As she says this, she leans further forward--her current outfit doesn't really show cleavage, but the sweater does swell nicely where her breasts press against the bar. "Maybe Byleth could spare you for a while? You could help me take stock." She gestures with both eyes, at the door leading to the bar's stockroom. "In the back."

Ardyn's not being subtle, but that's hardly out-of-character for Rosie.

That eye of his does drift down again to where her breasts meet the bar but he's able to re-focus on her face easily enough. (Likely, he doesn't quite recognize, to her dismay.)

"Not especially," he reiterates, as he remains gentlemanly.

She isn't being subtle, no, but Dimitri also takes that with a grain of salt. For all her innuendos and double meanings, she's actually never made any true advances on him citing that he wasn't her type. From what he could tell of her type, he might have argued otherwise but... he also knew better than to argue with Rosie on just about any topic. A lesson he learned very early on during her first stint in the lakehouse with them.

"So I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping out for a bit here. Just direct me where you need me." Dimitri does not hear the Jaws theme intensifying in the background as he seals his fate.

Ardyn smiles, her voice dropping to something huskier, more... well, Ardyn-like. "My hero. Well, no time like the present. Come on."

She turns and opens the nearby door to the storage room, waiting expectantly for Dimitri. His glass is quite forgotten; Ardyn would say someone else would handle it if she were thinking about it at all. Once Dimitri follows her into the cold storage room, Ardyn closes the door behind him.

(It's funny, Ardyn notes to himself, that in this body he both feels the cold more clearly, and doesn't find it uncomfortable. An odd juxtaposition that he only considers long enough to note that it's very convenient for temperature play.)

Ardyn looks over the racks of spirits, considering. She could draw this out, maybe pretend she needs help climbing a step-ladder so Dimitri's forced to look up her skirt. She could also be responsible and admit who she really is. Her considering gaze shifts to Dimitri, and...

Rosie said Ardyn could do whatever he wanted ~~with~~ in her body, didn't she? Well that's simple enough: Ardyn wants to make her pretty body filthy and then send Rosie pictures. No need to complicate things.

"I know exactly where I need you," Ardyn says. She kneels on the cold floor, looks up at Dimitri, and opens her mouth, tongue out so Dimitri can see all the way back to her throat.

Dimitri, unfortunately, doesn't recognize it as anything unusual. Rosie can be direct when it's necessary - and when it's not, actually - so he follows along without much hesitation. Obviously, she's just in a hurry to get whatever it is she needs done.

He's right, in a sense, just... not the way he thinks he is.

The cold of the store room doesn't bother him anything being from Faerghus. Rosie doesn't seem to mind much either so he waits for her to puruse and instruct him on where she...

... needs him. Soon as she kneels, it all starts to click into place mentally. Ah, she-

He didn't realize-

Hm.

"Oh, I..." he starts. Stops. His good eye is now immediately following the line of her open lips, inviting tongue, and down to her throat as intended.

The cold suddenly feels far more stark against his reddening face.

Okay, well, this certainly isn't what he expected. Ever, actually, since he didn't think Rosie was interested in him in this way. But maybe she has been and he's just missed the signs? It's entirely possible, really, but-!

They're here now and he has a choice to make, doesn't he? Granted, the warm tension in his groin is already making the choice for him he thinks, so: "I... see. Well, ahem, in that case, I can certainly accommodate."

Was that good? He actually never knows with Rosie and suddenly feels a little intimidated if he's being honest. She obviously wants him but, well, it'd be one thing to have a good time and go back to the lakehouse when she's there but another if she's disappointed by him and-

(Please, suck this man's cock before his anxiety spiral gets the best of him.)

Ardyn's pleased by the little emotional journey Dimitri goes through in the course of a few seconds. Though she keeps her mouth open and her tongue out, her lips quirk up a bit in amusement. And when he assents, her eyelids crinkle with anticipation...

...of something that doesn't come. What's Dimitri waiting for? Rosie's generally fairly clear that her partners can push forward without worrying about hurting her--or is that just in Ardyn's experience? Or is Dimitri just prone to overthinking?

Rather than let her tongue continue to dry out in the cold air, tragically unwarmed by cock, Ardyn closes her mouth and makes a wry expression up at Dimitri. "Why don't I help you help me, hmm?"

Ardyn takes a moment or two to undo Dimitri's pants, then tugs them down forcefully rather than trying to fish Dimitri out of them. Then she looks down to see what she's working with, mouth already salivating at the smell of him.

It is, unfortunately, a strange combination of both. Dimitri isn't the type to just charge forward unless he's more comfortable with his partner. Even then, he tends to think more than he doesn't about things. Byleth is fairly good at short-circuiting the part of his brain that worries overly much when it comes to acts of intimacy. Time will tell if Rosie's skill has the same sort of effect.

"Oh, right, I..." He's about to apologize, to reassure her he'd just gotten a little in his own head but it seems he doesn't need to. Instead, warm fingers and finding the skin of his groin beneath his pant buttons. They're so small, he notes mentally, and it makes him really recognize their size difference. Rosie holds herself so largely, loudly, and with such confidence he doesn't often consider her small by most means. But should h-

Ah, well. There go his pants.

He might be in his own head but that doesn't stop his other head from reacting on instinct to her touch. Although being exposed to the cold isn't doing him any favors, he's sure, the man is still sizeable to match his large frame. He'll only grow, too, despite the chill, erection burgeoning easily thanks to her warmth being so near and just her... everything. He supposes any doubts that Rosie wouldn't enjoy herself are really quite silly, considering everything.

Still: "I appreciate that, Rosie," he says, one hand brushing stray curls behind her ear as he smiles. "And know that I'm happy to help you however I am able to." He does mean it, in this context or any other.

"Oooh." No need to beat around the bush: Dimitri's growing dick is the star of this little scene, and Ardyn's impressed by the size. Of course, Ardyn's always been much more focused on the man than the armament, but when in Rosie it's good form to do as Rosie does. Her Sandpiper does like to be full.

It occurs to her that if Rosie and Dimitri have done this before, Ardyn's surprised appreciation might give the game away. But no, this scenario seems rather new to Dimitri, and his appreciation seems rather earnest. "That's sweet," says Ardyn with a bemused smile, as she takes Dimitri's cock by the base and smacks the shaft satisfyingly against her cheek. "You're a thoughtful guy."

Ardyn lifts the meaty member to lick its underside, running her tongue from Dimitri's sack up the shaft, grunting lewdly as she goes. Mouth open in a wide smile, she swirls her tongue around the cock-head a few times, watching his reactions. "I bet you've thought about this for a while, huh."

Then, of course, she takes his cock into her mouth, first to the back of her mouth, then further by degrees. Whatever his answer, she's going to have fun making him trip over his words.

Thoughtful, she compliments, like it's something that isn't just a given. He wonders idly if that's the case. Not that he lingers long on idle thoughts since, well, her fingers are encircling his cock and her warm cheek is pressed against his shaft. "I..." He does try to answer. Or maybe ask her what she means but it's lost nearly immediately. Her tongue runs warm along the length of him.

"I wouldn't say-" Say what, exactly? He is, in fact, tripping over his words soon as she begins to take him in the heat of her mouth. He tries to be courteous and not immediately thrust to chase the sensation but it's very tempting. He tries to get his grip by literally getting a grip in her blond curls.

The pupil of his good eye is blown out wide as pleasure rolls up his body from his groin. He gives a small whine, even, at how far she's able to take him in already. While Dimitri isn't surprised, he realizes that's not a fair thought to probably have either. Rosie is promiscuous and enjoys it, actually, but he shouldn't make assumptions but-

"-a while but, I. Sometimes, m-maybe, the thought..." A sigh, grip tightening to tug a little at that hair and encourage her. "... has crossed my mind once or t-twice."

Hydrangeas bloom in Ardyn's borrowed hair as she takes Dimitri deeper and deeper. She can feel the tension in Dimitri's grip, and looks up at him provocatively as her lips reach the base of Dimitri's shaft. She can't breathe at this point, but it's just a few moments without air. Her throat constricts around the intruding member, trying to force it out, but Ardyn knows this instinct well. All the slime generated by her offended throat just makes things slicker for Dimitri, and clings to his cock as she finally pulls back to take a gasping breath.

"Only once or twice?" she asks with a brief cough and a pout of faux-hurt. "All this time and you didn't do anything about it? When you could have been getting these balls emptied...?"

In fact she stops talking and gives those balls the attention they need. She lifts the slimy shaft up so she can lick along Dimitri's sack, then suck one of the balls into her mouth. She jacks Dimitri off with one hand while cradling, massaging, and sucking his balls.

"Don't you want to cover me with spunk?" she asks, breath ticklish against Dimitri's saliva-drenched sack. "Or do you want to empty down my throat?" She doesn't slow her strokes--he'd better make up his mind soon, unless his stamina is truly extraordinary.

Oh, that look up at him is downright criminal. He's never really thought much of Rosie's objective attractiveness simply because he hasn't often been in the context to. The point is: he's always thought she was cute albeit intimidating. This side of her though with those gorgeous flowers winding through golden hair, cheeks puffed out in a small (even if not actual) pout, and saliva drawing a thin slick line from his cock to her mouth makes his heart skip a beat.

"I didn't..." He didn't know it would be like this, mostly, although he has already admitted to wondering a time and again. Her hand continues to glide along his shaft as she takes one of his balls into her mouth and a keen, throaty noise escapes him for it. The continued stimulation is a lot even for a man with truly extraordinary stamina. "...want to assume." He finally finishes that distracted thought from earlier.

If he was a bit more of a composed man, he might have taken the opportunity to ask her where she would want him to finish. He isn't though, not like this, and he can feel the tension rising as she continues to pump her hand along his length. "Your throat," he decides, trying to be courteous in his own way. She has to go back to work, doesn't she? It wouldn't do to stain or dirty her clothes or make her need to clean up overly much.

He also tries to be gentle but Dimitri isn't a man made for delicate work. He accidentally crushes those flower petals under his fingers and might muss her hair a little with how he grabs it to lead her mouth back to her previous work. The reason for his urgency is clear though since it only takes a few more forceful off-beat thrusts before he lets out a small, "Rosie, I-" and grits his teeth to cut himself short and quiet his cry. The man buries himself back in her throat - she's proven she can handle it, hasn't she? - and comes with subsequent shuddering groans until the dizzying rush is over. His grip loosens on her before too long so that she can't breathe again and he can take a moment of his own.

With her mouth occupied, Ardyn can only chuckle at Dimitri's gentlemanliness. It isn't as if Rosie's subtle about her wants and intentions, at least in Ardyn's experience, but she also isn't very patient. Ardyn very nearly had to draw Dimitri a map to get him engaged sexually, and it wouldn't take many missed cues for Rosie to decide Dimitri was rejecting her. Rosie can be quite sensitive, Ardyn thinks while gargling Dimitri's sack.

Quite soon Ardyn has to put her mind--and her mouth--back on her task, as Dimitri takes charge. "Ooh," she says, right before he guides his cock back into her mouth. She doesn't mind the tight grip on her hair, or the scattering of petals on her drool-stained top. With Dimitri taken by need, the only work she needs to do is hold her breath and keep from choking, to keep her throat a nice warm home for his cock... but she can't help making lewd half-gulping sounds as he fucks her throat.

When he finishes, burying himself as far as he can and pressing her nose firmly into his pubes, Ardyn's eyes roll back. She grasps his ass, pulling herself closer, swallowing again and again to milk every last drop she can from Dimitri. Even once Dimitri's grip loosens, it takes a few seconds for Ardyn to release him and sit back on her haunches. Her brain in a haze, her mouth a slobbery mess, her makeup streaking from tears, jaw slack and tongue lolling, she catches her breath. She can feel her cunt squeezing, looking for something to fill it, but she feels too boneless right now to do more than lazily rub her fingers over her drooling crotch.

She does remember her goal, though: "Can you take a photograph?" she asks, her voice rough and husky.

That she can be, Dimitri knows, but it had never occurred to him that she had taken his lack of overt desire to be disinterest. At least, not until now. Now, he knows better and so does she that he isn't disinterested at all. Him coming hot down her throat is more than proof enough; he does note the way she keeps him close to savor all of him and it's quite erotic in its own right.

When he finally has the mind to again, he also notes that he left quite a mess of her despite his good intentions. He's about to offer to help - in more ways than cleaning her face - but she asks that and he blinks. "A picture?" he asks, considering. Before he can actually say otherwise, his DTF (currently a ring on one of his large fingers) is clicking to indicate a picture has been taken. "I can take more, if you'd like," he says, before kneeling down to be at eye level with her again.

"And... help return the pleasure you just gave me?" A question, still, as he reaches his non-ringed hand to brush his fingers over where hers stroke idly. His fingers are large, warm, and he's more than eager to show Rosie as good a time as he can while she's amicable to it.

Ardyn's messy smile widens in satisfaction at the telltale click of the DTF. "Mmm," she murmurs in approval, then considers Dimitri's first offer. "I might like," she says, perhaps a little coy for staying in-character.

Then comes Dimitri's second offer, accompanied by physical touch. Ardyn humps up into his big hand, shameless and for once not having to worry about coming and committing accidental murder. (Probably. Rosie does have some feral instincts of her own, but foremost at present is the breeding instinct.) She grasps Dimitri's thick wrist with both hands and adds, "This I definitely like."

In a burst of horny inspiration, she decides that she's far too clothed for this encounter. Ardyn relinquishes her grip on Dimitr's arm, pulls the collar of her shirt over her head... and gets the shirt stuck halfway off, caught on her armpits. "What--fuck." She forgot about women's clothes.

Although it's a little out of character, he's not about to question it in the moment. Perhaps Rosie is a bit more coy like this? How would he know? His DTF heeds the command though; it will take plenty of pictures for him as things progress.

The response to his touch is more than welcome. He gives a small 'oh' at how she tugs at his hand forward so eagerly. Thankfully, he won't mind the feral instincts. Breeding is one of his kinks, too, because Chai can't seem to escape playing characters who love the idea of family. His fingers follow her lead and rubs against the slick warmth she just was.

He blinks as she pulls that shirt over head. Or, well- She tries to. He has the sense to not audibly laugh at the comical sight. If anything, Dimitri is actually more charmed for the small hitch. He's used to seeing Rosie the way she carries herself, which is confident in everything she sets her mind to. This makes her feel more approachable, almost, and certainly cuter. "Here, let me," he offers, using his free hand to help her slide that blouse up enough that she should be able to tug it the rest of the way off.

Ardyn's response to Dimitri's offer is a muffled assent. She's... a little embarrassed? Not a common feeling for her, but she hadn't intended to make Rosie look silly. Ah well, Dimitri doesn't seem the sort to judge, and Ardyn imagines he earned Rosie some slack with that blowjob anyway. Dimitri's help allows the blouse to slip free, and if Ardyn's borrowed face is a little redder than before, well... what is Dimitri doing looking at her face anyway, when there are tits to appreciate now?

"My hero," says Ardyn, and she pulls Dimitri in for a messy kiss. With her other hand she tugs at Dimitr's wrist; he was doing good work a moment ago, and she doesn't want to lose momentum. She humps her hips forward just to help get the message across.

Of all the people Ardyn could have made Rosie look silly to, Dimitri is probably one of the best. Even without the blowjob, he'd have not thought any less of her. He still doesn't. Dimitri's focus is on her face but only until he's pulled into that sloppy kiss. Then, he kisses her again and licks her lips to catch the taste of himself there. "Of course," he answers, muffled against her mouth.

That impatient pull of his wrist reminds him though of his original intent. Large fingers meet the apex of her thighs easily as she rolls her hips towards them. She's warm, slick, and it doesn't take much pressure for one of his fingers to penetrate her teasingly shallow. Thankfully, he doesn't make her wait long for more though as he tests a deeper reach, beginning a slow push-and-pull rhythm. Rosie is impatient, he knows, and she'll have to forgive him for taking the opportunity to be deliberately gradual in his approach.

"Oh, that's good," Ardyn says with a bit of surprise. Not at Dimitri's level of skill, but because this is her first time having that particular spot stimulated. Even if she'd been inclined to experiment, it would have been hard to get the right angle with her own hands.

Ardyn closes her eyes, concentration locked on that sensation, on the warmth of Dimitri's hand, on the wet sounds of her sex, and on getting the angle just... right. She ends up resting her forehead against Dimitri--his mouth, his forehead, his shoulder, wherever--as her body twitches and tenses. She feels the tightness, feels herself clenching around Dimitri's fingers.

"Mm hm," she says. "H... harder?" This is kind of new to her but going off of her own experience finger-fucking Rosie, this body can take a lot more than Dimitri's currently dishing out.

Well, he must be doing something right to get that sort of reaction. Not that he doubted his capability, of course, but more that... Again, he wasn't sure that Rosie thought of him any sort of way. But to know that she does and that he can please her sufficiently, well-

He had more thoughts follow that but they're tugged out of his brain as soon as she makes contact with him again. Her forehead tips against his and gives him a good angle to bring their lips together for another kiss. Then, it's his turn for his lips to stray as he brings his teeth to scrape against the fair skin of her neck. He doesn't bite harshly, but suckles strong enough that it will leave marks. All the while, his fingers continue to pump in and out of her needing cunt.

When she asks for harder, it isn't difficult to oblige. Dimitri always tries to mind his strength because he knows how easily it can get away from him but- In this? He's never regretted following the command for more and neither have any of his paramours. "Gladly," he answers, muffled against her skin. He follows what not only feels right as she guides him but with whatever draws more noise from her. His other hand, meanwhile, acts as both anchor against her side but also reaching his fingers along the expanse of her ample chest where it can.

The scrape of teeth against neck is, uh. Hm. Maybe it's something instinctual for Rosie's body, but Ardyn's breath catches at the first contact, and all too soon she's whining, high-pitched and needy. She bucks against the heel of Dimitri's palm, pussy squelching as his powerful fingers dig up into her. She hardly notices how attentive he is because at this point he really doesn't have to do anything special. She holds her breath for about thirty seconds until it explodes out of her with her orgasm--the sound she makes is much more like a shout than Rosie's usual peeps.

Her borrowed brain alight with pleasure, her body shuddering, Ardyn kisses Dimitri hungrily, forcefully, sucking his tongue. She holds his roaming hand to her breast, inviting him to squeeze. "Oh, it's so good," she mumbles before realizing what she wants now.

"Breed me," she whispers in his ear, her neck positioned tantalizingly close for further biting.

Even if he didn't need to, he'd try. He wants this to be as pleasant for her as it can be... But, well, she's right: It doesn't seem like that will be hard to accomplish. There is a hint of concern when she stops breathing; however, it's followed by that ecstatic yell. He can feel all the tension she'd been holding uncoil in time with that gush around his fingers and clenching against them.

He can't help the chuckle under his breath at that enthusiastic kiss. "Is it?" he asks, amused, and squeezes her breast as instructed. If he's harder than intended, well, hopefully he can be forgiven for getting a little lost in the moment. Any bruises will heal, won't they? If he recalls r- Oh.

That command is quite compelling. It stirs something in his chest and his loins as he seizes that offered neck with his teeth. While still not harshly enough to draw blood, it will leave some nice red marks. As he does, he also uses his free hand to slide her legs just that much more apart and replace his slick, sticky fingers with the head of his reawakened cock. "Ah," he breathes out, a satisfied shuddering breath. "Oh, you're so..."

Romanticism fails him, unfortunately. So do just, uh, words in general. It's fine. He's going slow because she is to tiny but she's more than free to encourage him to pick it up like before.

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