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The End is Never The End { Permaplay Post }
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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, a safe haven until your world is restored," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine." It will then explain the happenings of the last few years that led them to this point. Don't worry if you don't get everything or tune out. It is quite a lot!
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 or Janis 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
Amani's Permaplay Post for Endgame
WHEN
December 31st, 2024 (and into infinity)
THINGS TO NOTE
★ Kinks of the month are now free-for-all / choose your own!
★ This post and Amani's setting is OPEN TO ALL though to play more privately, you can join the communities. Think of it as a structured musebox!
★ This post and Amani's setting is OPEN TO ALL though to play more privately, you can join the communities. Think of it as a structured musebox!
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's completely 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 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 anything. They'll give you service with a (digital) smile though. Despite the temporary status of your stay, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants 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 nearly 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.
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 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 anything. They'll give you service with a (digital) smile though. Despite the temporary status of your stay, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants 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 nearly 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.
AN END & A BEGINNING
If you'd like to speak to who is really in charge instead of The Peacekeeper, it will point you upward to the highest floor of the main hub. The Life Tree there - now tethered to Makmur's main hub rooftop rather than the forest - serves as a connection point between Amani the simulation and Amani the newly born reality.
This in-between is where characters 'true' souls are being held and protected by the recently formed deity of balance, Janis, and can be connected to the other versions of themselves anywhere in the multiverse. Although your origin world might not be restored just yet, it could be fun to see what other possibilities are out there!
The 'true' souls that are sheltered in Amani will be given the power granted to them by Janis to peer into other versions of themselves as well as the capability to even temporarily hijack their bodies as they wish. They will be the seeds of chaos planted in soil of order by doing this and therefore do their part to ensure balance throughout the multiverse. This balance is what will help bring your origin world back as well!
This way, everyone can eventually return home to see things through and even watch over other realities as they wish to see how they're going... and always have Amani to return back to if they need a reprieve! They can also freely go between Amani the reality where things are more stable and orderly or enjoy the chaotic creativity the freedom of the Amani simulation.
As a physical world, Amani will rest in a freshly forming galaxy alongside the planets of Hiromitsu and Sikalina. Characters are free to visit these via teleportation from the main hub, a ferry ride through an enchanted Tori gate off Amani's coast, or just good old-fashioned space travel if they'd like. Sikalina even has now-functioning and fully customizable mechs to jet around in. In the future, other 'restored' worlds will come to join the collection as Janis works with former inhabitants and displaced newcomers to help undo the unnecessary damage their initial split caused.
While Janis' story with Amani has concluded and their powers stabilized now, there are still worlds in flux that may end prematurely and land someone in Amani for the interim. So, there are still stories to be told and adventures to be had so long as people wish to tell them. Not to mention the people choosing to stay rather than return home!
Either way: Amani will always be available and open to anyone who wishes to enjoy it.
This in-between is where characters 'true' souls are being held and protected by the recently formed deity of balance, Janis, and can be connected to the other versions of themselves anywhere in the multiverse. Although your origin world might not be restored just yet, it could be fun to see what other possibilities are out there!
The 'true' souls that are sheltered in Amani will be given the power granted to them by Janis to peer into other versions of themselves as well as the capability to even temporarily hijack their bodies as they wish. They will be the seeds of chaos planted in soil of order by doing this and therefore do their part to ensure balance throughout the multiverse. This balance is what will help bring your origin world back as well!
This way, everyone can eventually return home to see things through and even watch over other realities as they wish to see how they're going... and always have Amani to return back to if they need a reprieve! They can also freely go between Amani the reality where things are more stable and orderly or enjoy the chaotic creativity the freedom of the Amani simulation.
As a physical world, Amani will rest in a freshly forming galaxy alongside the planets of Hiromitsu and Sikalina. Characters are free to visit these via teleportation from the main hub, a ferry ride through an enchanted Tori gate off Amani's coast, or just good old-fashioned space travel if they'd like. Sikalina even has now-functioning and fully customizable mechs to jet around in. In the future, other 'restored' worlds will come to join the collection as Janis works with former inhabitants and displaced newcomers to help undo the unnecessary damage their initial split caused.
While Janis' story with Amani has concluded and their powers stabilized now, there are still worlds in flux that may end prematurely and land someone in Amani for the interim. So, there are still stories to be told and adventures to be had so long as people wish to tell them. Not to mention the people choosing to stay rather than return home!
Either way: Amani will always be available and open to anyone who wishes to enjoy it.
THE SEXY COMPENDIUM
Upon arrival to Amani, new inhabitants will be notified almost immediately of the sexy compendium that's uploaded to their DTF! This compendium lists all of the flora, fauna, unique geography, and miscellaneous items in Amani that might be worth looking at.
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! In light of the theme of new beginnings, the things featured will tie into that.
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated (or real!) afterlife has to offer!
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! In light of the theme of new beginnings, the things featured will tie into that.
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated (or real!) afterlife has to offer!
- ★ Miniature Cave Golems » Don't be too alarmed if that mossy bundle of rocks starts to move about. Held together and animated by a magic from Janis, these tiny golems 'awaken' when anyone gets close. While golems are usually used for manual labor too large for the average person, these miniature ones are slowly piecing together Amani little by little. They seem to work better if around ambient intimacy so give them a pet or tell them they're doing a good job to see them get a boost.
★ Birthday Cake » Did you know that The Peacekeeper's birthday is soon? Even if you didn't, it's likely that most know what a birthday celebration calls for: Cake! A classic that can be found in the hub at the bar right when character's arrive. They come in four different flavors; Spice, Lemon, Chocolate, and Vanilla! Each having their own fun effect.
★ Mermaids » Near the coral reef in the ocean's shallows, there often swims a mermaid or two. While they were discovered to be linked mentally, they are a collective versus a hiveminded species though their leader Legion does have the ability to watch through their eyes.
A kiss from a mermaid grants one a temporary aquatic adjustment of their own and ability to breathe beneath water temporarily. Though they have the instinct to drown anyone that endangers the reef and the underwater home, prove you mean no harm and they'll leave you be. Unless you venture into the waters at night. During the darkest hours, a separate species of mermaid swims dangerously around the reef. Although it looks like a beautiful maiden from above the waves, below her tail opens up to have a giant maw that catches fish to eat. You would be quite the treat!
★ Stamina Fruit » Every once in a while, fruit off a regular tree will mutate. It's vibrant coloring and strange, curled shape might indicate that it isn't fit for consumption. This couldn't be further from the truth! What you see here is a stamina fruit and will give whoever eats it untold energy. Best find a way to put it to good use.
KINK KONNECTION
Kink Konnection
The Peacekeeper | 4
Hello! I am The Peacekeeper. I help Amani, the simulation, keep running.
I'm happy that you're here and let me know if you need anything!
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NOTES
★ Feel free to check out the sexy compendium and also use whatever is listed there as you like! What's mentioned on the TDM are just suggestions and not only what's available! We want interested players to be able to make their own fun with what Amani has to offer and not feel limited to just the prompts provided here.
★ If you have any questions, feedback, or concerns then you can ask them here.
★ Additionally, players can request NPC threads here whether for closure/good-byes or just for fun! (Read: Sol is totally free and single and you finally have your chance, go go go-)
★ You can post your kink connection profiles in this thread for some easy texting icebreaker fun.
★ If you choose to join the communities, you can post your OOC intro here and see who else is available to play with in Amani's setting!
★ As ever and always, thank you to all that made Amani the amazing experience it was as both a moderator and player for the last three years. While sad that it's over, I'm still happy that it happened and the people I got to meet and know along the way. It's meant so much to me, perhaps more than anyone realizes, but as said: All things must end. If you'd like to share some love here for me, the game, or other players then please do!
NAVIGATION
It's always worth waiting for the sort of appreciation the doll deserves.
The doll doesn't have a heart, per se, but if she did, Lauriel's command would engender in her a flutter. "Yes, Miss Lauriel," she whispers, something like relief in her tone. It has been some time since someone took control of the doll in the way she was used to for so very long, and she finds comfort in reclining beneath her new mistress and doing as she's told. Lauriel's gaze fills the doll's little world, accompanied by the sensation of absent-minded humping.
The command itself is simple, but the answer could go on at-length. The doll has just enough presence of mind to interpret that she's being told to guide, to give suggestions rather than recite a full list of pleasurable activities.
"You are already making me feel so very good, Miss Lauriel," the doll says, even as she twitches with the restrained desire to touch, to kiss, to hold. "You are commanding me, praising me, teasing me, using me." Her eyelids flutter as Miss Lauriel gropes her face again. "Will you... examine me more? It is so nice to be appreciated." And the doll is still far too clothed.
Lauriel has been given a task and she's so good at tasks.
She grabs the doll’s hands by the wrists next, taking her hands and placing them on her thighs. Her next command is shaky, but warm and eager. “Touch me.” She issues, before she leans back down and starts to run her hands over the doll’s chest and sides.
She focuses her gaze, trailing her fingers along every seam she can find, up and down her waist and chest. She fits her thumbs into the seams tugging at them teasingly as though she’s going to continue pulling the doll apart, measuring every twitch and response the doll has. She adjusts her path whenever the doll reacts strongly, sliding away only to circle back a few seconds later. Over and over again, until she abandons the dolls seams and runs her hand over the smooth expanse of porcelain, rubbing and smoothing her palm across every curve and paying close attention to the swell of her ‘breasts’.
“Pretty doll, lovely doll, so well constructed, so obedient. Good Doll. Good Doll, don’t be quiet.” She mummers , a stream of praise dolled out whenever the doll reacts or stirs beneath her.
The best at tasks!
"Yes, Miss--" the doll's agreement is interrupted as Miss Lauriel tugs at the doll's dress, ready to have it off of her. But the doll is eminently worthy of Miss Lauriel's trust, bucking her hips up and giggling as the dress slides up and up, revealing her pale, trimmed mound, her lovingly-sculpted hips and abdominals, her modest breasts, the subtle seams separating the segments of her body, and once more her face. Nor does the doll mind that the dress she made might become dirty as it's tossed aside; such stains are marks of loyal service.
The doll has just a moment to feel the cool air (and Lauriel's eyes) on her nude form before she's given a new commmand. "Yes, Miss," the doll whispers obediently, excitedly. She's no stranger to women in trousers, but she starts by running gentle hands up and down Miss Lauriel's thighs. With dextrous fingers (and the aid of experience) she unbuttons Miss Lauriel's pants and gets partway through unbuttoning her shirt and vest...
...but alas, the doll is distracted from her task by Miss Lauriel's own exploration. The doll's body seems toned and proportioned like a tall, lithe warrior, but she's far too gentle, sensitive, and squirmy to seem remotely threatening. She's all but helpless as Miss Lauriel examines her craftsmanship, which seems either firm and sleek or soft and vulnerable according to Lauriel's whims. The aggressive exploration of the doll's seams is a particular intimacy the doll hasn't felt in some time, and on top of all this sensory stimulation, Miss Lauriel adds a barrage of lovely praise.
The doll is quite overwhelmed, and tears leak from her pale eyes as she twitches, moans, giggles, sniffles. Even if someone were watching, only Miss Lauriel could see the blush overtaking the doll's pretty face and spreading down across the seams toward her sensitive chest.
"Yes, Miss," she says, presumably to Miss Lauriel's most recent command. Her hands have shifted from exploring to simply gripping Miss Lauriel's clothes, a feeble attempt to moor herself against this overstimulation. The part of her that's aware she's stopped touching hopes Miss Lauriel will forgive her lapse, or at least give her a chance to do it better.
Fake threats! or are they...?
She’s certainly not disappointed, but she can fake it well enough as she pouts at the doll and grabs her by the wrists, dragging her touch back to her waist and placing her fingers gently against her skin, shuddering slightly and leaving her voice much breathier than she’d intended. “Don’t stop touching me, if you’re not going to use your hands properly I’ll… take them away…” she can barely complete the threat of punishment around her breathy moan, even as she digs her fingers into the seams at the dolls wrists.
She pushes that fantasy to the back of her thoughts, distracting herself by leaning down and pressing kisses to the doll’s chest and shoulders. Grinding herself against the doll as she drags her tongue over the sensitive breasts, murmuring softly with delight as she returns to teasing and indulging her desire to draw as much moaning and squirming out of the doll as she can.
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But Miss Lauriel buries her face and busies her mouth, perhaps a little surprised at herself. The doll giggles, clearly not fearful as she obeys to the best of her ability despite their position leaving precious little space for the doll to touch. She squeezes and kneads Miss Lauriel's thighs, then slides her hands between their bodies, her arms bending at angles that would be uncomfortable or even impossible for a human. Dextrous fingers slide between cloth and flesh, exploring Miss Lauriel's belly and chest, while her other hand slips around to reach into those loosened trousers and cup one of her mistress' buttocks. Even as she squeezes, she pulls Miss Lauriel closer, to accommodate her mistress' grinding against her.
(And if the doll's hands reach further than even her long arms should, and reach spots they shouldn't be able to fit in, what does that matter? A doll can be anything her mistress can imagine, after all.)
The doll sighs and squeals as Miss Lauriel nurses at her sensitive nipple. It's such a lovely feeling, and she does so want Miss Lauriel to do it as long as she wishes--perhaps it would even soothe her enough for the sleep-deprived woman to get some long-delayed rest--but she does have her orders...
"Miss Lauriel," the doll breathes, fingertips digging lightly into Miss Lauriel's flesh, "may I disrobe you, to touch you more?"
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The exchange of pleasurable touch continues, Lauriel losing herself in it until the doll speaks again, she draws herself away with another teasing nip and sits up slowly. Her hazy eyes consider the doll, her dulled thoughts taking a long moment to collect themselves into words. When they do, she fakes a smirk and pulls away, giving the doll room to sit up as she nods. “You’ve been a very good doll, I suppose you can have a reward.”
She shivers, gently helping the doll sit up if she needs it so she can pull at her clothes, wiggling to help her take them off. However when the doll pulls her pants down, she gasps out, her hazy look clearing for a moment to reveal sharp fear just barely held back. “Not my panties.” She orders, shivering for a moment and taking a deep breath, to let the warmth come back over her. “You can touch, but… you can’t take those off. Ok?”
She doesn’t expect the doll to disagree with her, but it’s a question still.
The doll is far too sweet to ever be manipulative, right?
The doll gratefully accepts the help sitting up, though she doesn't require it--it's Miss Lauriel's kindness that she appreciates. However, the doll goes a step further and stands before the bench to better aid her task. That this gives Miss Lauriel a chance to see the nude doll standing tall before her is a side-benefit, one the doll extends by taking a moment to kick off her shoes and take out her hairpin, shaking her pale hair out to shoulder-length so Miss Lauriel can play with it as well. Of course Miss Lauriel can see the bite-marks she's left on the doll, to say nothing of her exquisitely-erect nipples and the dew coating her thighs.
The doll leans forward, then, so she may complete her task without towering over Miss Lauriel. She's much more deliberate undressing Miss Lauriel than when their situations had been reversed, but that's as it should be: the doll shows the reverence her mistress deserves. First she removes Miss Lauriel's coat, careful to set it over the back of the bench so her mistress doesn't grow anxious about having her weapon out-of-reach. Then she slides her hands under the fabric of the shirt (and bra, if there is one), pulling it off Miss Lauriel with sensual care and exposing flesh to air.
"Ah, Miss, you are so petite," the doll says with appreciation and some envy. Though the doll is lithe, often she feels that being so tall doesn't match her servile nature.
The doll kneels, then, to help with Miss Lauriel's shoes and pants, her patient efforts building anticipation. But her hands stop inches from her mistress' panties when commanded. Between Miss Lauriel's revealed fear, and the transformation of a command into a question, the doll recognizes that a simple "Yes, Miss" won't do.
She places her warm hands on Miss Lauriel's thighs, looking up at her without a trace of disappointment or impatience. "Of course, Miss Lauriel. Will you tell me how best to touch you?" As one hand continues to massage Miss Lauriel's thigh--soothingly, perhaps, or enticingly--another creeps up and just brushes the curve of one breast. "I would continue be a good doll for you, Miss."
A mere doll is no threat, for her mistress holds all the power. A clever doll knows when to remind her mistress of such.
Even if she is, sometimes it's just what her owner needs, and the doll loves to meet her needs
It’s a very small part of her however, the rest is consumed with the desire to appreciate that craftsmanship in a far more physical manner.
Lauriel tries to wiggle at first, to help the doll undress her, but quickly finds that relaxing into her touch and letting the doll do her task is a much easier and far more pleasurable way of letting this happen. Letting out small sighs of pleasure as the doll brushes over her sensitive chest, the blush on her cheeks spreading down it.
When her coat is laid down, her fingers subconsciously shift over when she stretches to let the doll pull her boots of. She reaches for the hidden pistol, and relaxes the tension she hadn’t noticed she’d gained when her coat was removed. Her mind instead remains focused on watching the dolls deft fingers unlace her boots, and feeling her body warm and a pulse rush through her as cool and soft fingers brush over sensitive soles when she strips away her stockings.
The doll’s gentle speech brushes away Lauriel’s fear, soothing it as she means it too, the reminder that the doll isn’t a person who can get ‘carried away’, the doll is a masterwork tool made to comfort and please others. (Or so she claims, but Lauriel finds the thought comforting, and pulls it deep into her heart). She takes the dolls hand that’s brushing across her chest and pulls it closer, pressing it firmly against her skin with a soft sigh of pleasure.
“Be firm, be deliberate and… don’t go too fast.” She murmurs, moving the doll’s hand in a pantomime caress of her chest, over sensitive nipples with a bitten lip and a pleasurable shudder. “You may touch me…” she gestures between her legs where the doll is resting, stumbling to find the right words and trusting the doll not to need them. “But I am very sensitive. Be careful with me.”
Breathy and shot through with arousal and desire, but she manages to keep her voice firmly in the realm of “Instructions”, tone unwavering and instructive.
"Owner," eh?
But no, the doll is far more focused on the feel of Miss Lauriel's skin, the sensitivity of those places she touches, and the instructions she's been given. In knowing how she is perceived, the doll also senses how her touch is received, making her an extremely quick study in just how firmly or gently she ought to caress. In the spirit of not going too fast, the doll considers starting from the ground up and lavishing attention on her mistress' feet, but Miss Lauriel's gestures are quite clear. With a pleasant "Yes, Miss," the doll squeezes Lauriel's breast and brushes her nipple with a thumb.
She considers where else to touch, and how, bearing in mind the trust Miss Lauriel is placing upon her. She recognizes that as much as she likes kneeling before her mistress, one could read a certain predatory intent--a thirst for what yet lies hidden--in her positioning, when all that matters in the doll's little world is her mistress' wants.
Without removing her hand from Miss Lauriel's breast, the doll rises from her knees in a smooth motion and re-settles on the bench, straddling one of Lauriel's thighs. Though the doll is too tall in her own opinion to be considered "cute" perched thusly, she's inhumanly flexible and quite happy to balance precariously for her mistress' benefit.
As one hand roams Miss Lauriel's front, stroking and occasionally lightly pinching, her other slides shiver-inducingly down Miss Lauriel's back. The doll leans down and places a kiss upon Miss Lauriel's shoulder, beginning chastely but growing bolder and wetter as she trails kisses toward her mistress' neck. Soon Miss Lauriel can feel the doll's tongue worming briefly against sensitive spots, moments of heightened sensation between gentler kisses.
And of course that first hand roams further down Miss Lauriel's belly until it rests against her mistress' panties, at which point she strokes gently-yet-confidently with a single long finger... then pauses to see whether even that was too much.
(The doll's own snatch drools upon Miss Lauriel's thigh, of course, but she does not presume to rut upon her mistress. Not until she is so commanded.)
A foot massage would have made her melt, but this is also getting her wet ;)
As the doll focuses on how Lauriel feels and perceives her, she may notice something curious. That Lauriel feels her touch, even after it’s moved away. As her fingers brush across her nipple, Lauriel continues to feel the lingering spark of sensation seconds after it should have fated. When pinched, the pleasant sharpness spikes before the doll’s fingers can connect, and linger after even as Lauriel gasps and moans through it. The warm kisses and wet tongue trailing along her neck nearly overwhelm her, with every touch given lingering, and every touch to come overlapping with the present, it is perhaps no wonder that Lauriel is so sensitive.
But she digs her fingers into the doll’s hips as she straddles her on the bench, both hands wrapped around her as she drags her down, closer, until her thigh presses into the doll’s own warmth. Her touch traces within the dolls themes, a reminder to herself that the doll is a doll. And an encouragement to the doll to keep going. That if she wanted to doll to stop she would not be pulling her closer.
As the doll reaches between her legs, she shudders half a second before the doll presses her panties into her wet folds. Warm and wet, she tenses as the doll strokes her, relaxing as the touch passes and a low moan escapes her lips. “More”, she orders. Panting and needy.
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The doll whimpers as Miss Lauriel firmly presses her down, her drippy sex finally getting the touch it's craved. "Oh, Miss," the doll whispers in gratitude as she begins to rut upon her mistress' thigh. Pleasure comes easily to the doll, especially with all the stimulation she's already received, so it won't be long at all before she comes... though of course she'll ask permission first.
The doll follows Miss Lauriel's command eagerly, articulated fingers digging into the moist fabric. She's clearly done this many, many times, and though Miss Lauriel's sensations are unique, the doll settles into a fingering rhythm that should ideally build pleasure without becoming a confusion of future and past stimulation.
"You are so commanding, Miss Lauriel," the doll whispers in Miss Lauriel's ear before nibbling lightly on her earlobe. The doll's flattery is sincere; anyone who can continue giving orders while experiencing a temporal confusion of pleasure truly understands the game of mistress and servant. That Miss Lauriel seems so enamored of the doll's seams is a subtle praise that few other masters would think to give.
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She isn’t experienced enough to enjoy it for longer.
Lauriel’s commands trail off, becoming wordless whines of need and the unconscious bucking of her hips as she chases the high of the doll’s fingers touching her. The doll’s skillful rhythms keeping her focused, the future and past blurring into a single present of pleasurable stimulation only differentiated by the tide of white hot bliss lurking on the horizon. She knows it’s going to come and consume he and her perception of that future, the orgasm to come paradoxically only hastening itself, as her body experiences the rush of dopamine before it arrives.
The engineer clutches the doll as she finally unravels, eyes rolling back as her toes curl and her hips roll. The commanding and domineering nature falling off of her as her thoughts fade and hot slick pulses from between her legs. She does not recover quickly, even should the doll’s fingers cease to pleasure her, and by the time her eyes blink back into something resembling focus she is still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Her eyes, hazy and blown, eventually focus on the doll. Her fingers untensing from the death grip she had held the taller woman with. Replaced with a slow stroking motion that’s more to ground Lauriel with than provide pleasure to the other. The feeling of cool porcelain under her fingers soothing and stable when her body still feels half on fire.
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The doll pays close attention to Miss Lauriel's movements, her breath, the unfocusing of her eyes. She makes no complaint as Miss Lauriel tenses and her grip upon the doll tightens. It feels so good to help Miss Lauriel forget the past and the future, to abandon thought and simply be. The fun thing about games of power is that whether Miss Lauriel maintains her commanding nature or becomes a soppy, mewling mess, the doll still wins because the play itself is what matters. And for now, only the doll gets to know what Miss Lauriel is like when her defenses have finally fallen away.
The doll gradually eases off her stroking as Miss Lauriel's orgasm goes on--a less experienced doll might have continued on until commanded to stop, but that way lies overstimulation, she suspects. What she doesn't stop is her humping against her mistress' leg: the doll rubs herself upon Miss Lauriel throughout the smaller woman's drawn-out orgasm, holding herself at the edge of completion.
When Miss Lauriel's eyes finally refocus, she sees that her doll is sweaty and panting, long hair plastered to her neck and face, but staring directly into her mistress' eyes with loving attention."Miss. Lauurriel," she says, her tone unintentionally drawn-out and begging. "Have I. Beeeen good? May I. Come? Pleeeease?"
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“Cum for me”
She does not change her position however, continuing her slow grounding touch along the doll’s seams. If the doll begs for it, she will touch her, but she has the feeling the doll is close enough to the breaking point that her order will send her over the edge. She wants that, wants to see the doll unwravel above her.
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Ah. Miss Lauriel commands.
The doll comes immediately--her relieved moan escapes before the last word leaves Miss Lauriel's mouth. She tenses, her steady rutting replaced with insensate twitching as her cunt spasms and her little mind is overtaken by the incomparable bliss of a commanded orgasm. Long arms cradle Miss Lauriel's head, holding her face against the doll's chest and enveloping her in the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and lumenflowers. The doll's movement slows like a toy winding down, until she's perfectly still upon Miss Lauriel's thigh.
"Thank you, Miss," she says with a breathless giggle, as articulated fingers gently stroke Miss Lauriel's hair.
Of course, the doll could continue, could do more for Miss Lauriel. But pain and pleasure alike dull when there's no break, and the doll's desire to serve is less important than Miss Lauriel's seeming need for a breather. Perhaps Miss Lauriel could even do with a breath of fresh air, rather than steeping in the doll's unique musk, but the doll is loathe to extricate herself until commanded to. Besides, Miss Lauriel's fingering of the doll's seams seems almost mantric--perhaps that's all Miss Lauriel requires for now.
The doll waits, content.
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Lauriel basks in the afterglow for a long minute, holding onto the doll with a soft sigh of contentment. “Adios bless you, for being so perfect” she mummers into the doll’s skin, voice heavy with fatigue. She wants to stay like this for an hour, a whole night.
But all too soon she grows uncomfortable and gently nudges the doll off of her. Shivering a little and reaching into her coat’s inner pockets, pulling a small towel out and beginning to wipe herself off with a small grimace. It’s the one part of intimacy that’s kept her from indulging it, the mess afterwards. She makes a point of offering a reassuring smile to the doll, though, before asking. “I… you may have made me cum hard enough to scramble the past hour or so of my memory. Someone mentioned temporary housing, do you know where that is?” Her tone is awkward, and more than a little hesitant. The lumenflower is still blunting her thoughts but she’s never been in this sort of situation before, and isn’t quite sure how to act.
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The doll is quick to respond as Miss Lauriel nudges her off, gracefully disentangling herself and seating herself primly on the bench, uncaring about her own nudity. In fact, the chill of the air is... well, it's not precisely a pleasant sensation, but she likes to endure things, to show what a perfect doll she can be.
The doll considers offering to clean Miss Lauriel, but in truth she only came here with her dress, which now lies upon the ground--a poor choice of cleaning rag. So she contents herself to watch and learn, to be better prepared next time.
"I do," the doll answers, happy to continue being of assistance. She points. "There are apartments to be claimed in that direction. I understand they are serviceable, but the stamps you have earned through our intimacy ought to suffice to renovate. Or you could save them, and with another such encounter you could purchase a home of your own design."
The doll can tell that Miss Lauriel is feeling a bit awkward. Perhaps she has regrets? Or... of course, this is her first time. She does not know how to feel, how to act.
"And I would quite enjoy another such encounter, Miss Lauriel," the doll adds, an enticement that is also intended to reassure. Miss Lauriel did very well. "In fact..."
How odd. Usually the doll doesn't hesitate. Why do so now? She doesn't understand.
"...in fact, if you would like to stay at the House of Hypnos where I can continue to care for you..."
She looks down at her lap, where her hands are folded demurely. Ah, she's feeling shy. How novel.
"Forgive my forwardness. The House of Hypnos is out-of-the-way and does not possess modern amenities. It is a poor suggestion, spoken because I like you, Miss Lauriel."
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It’s really something, and she’s honestly truly tempted for a moment, to follow her and never let this moment end.
She closes her eyes, forcing herself to focus on her thoughts, on her body and her needs. Separating herself from her body and running through a checklist like she is herself a machine. Its harder than usual, her thoughts and body still unnaturally warm. After a long minute her eyes open again, and she offers the doll a smile that is two parts regret and one part joy.
“I… would love that, I really would. But I think what I need more than anything is a shower and to sleep as much as my body will let me…” She leans over, gently touching the doll’s wrist. “You are too good to me, and I’d love to speak to you again… and … play with you again. But if I keep going I’ll collapse.”
She stumbles over the words, but she thinks she got them all right, she hopes the doll understands.
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Back in the Hunter's Dream, the doll's purpose was the same as it is now: to bring pleasantness, to play, and to soothe. Yet some hunters were so enamored of her that the doll wondered how restful their time together could truly be. Those hunters were flattering in their own way, even if sometimes their obsessions were a little much.
"As long as you dwell in the Amani Dream, I shall be at your call, Miss Lauriel," the doll assures her. "When you are ready. Whenever you wish it."
The doll reaches an articulated hand over to place upon Miss Lauriel's, but pauses to rub thumb and forefinger together. Ah, her hand is still tacky from her mistress' fluids; it would not do to sabotage Miss Lauriel's efforts to clean herself. Nor would it be kind to make a lewd showing of licking her fingers clean--Miss Lauriel needs to rest, not to become excited once more. The doll instead places her hand briefly over where her heart would be if she had one, then stands to retrieve her clothes from the ground.
And if Miss Lauriel enjoys the view as the doll dresses herself, well the doll simply cannot help that.
Fin?
She’s faster than most people, it only takes her a few seconds even with how exhausted she is.
Before she leaves though, she steps over to the doll and wraps her arms around her, hugging her tight. “Thank you, again. I’ll see you soon.” She mummers.
And if the hug lingers a few seconds longer than is polite, well who can blame her. She’ll make it to the apartments soon enough. There’s nothing left to rush for after all.