TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE Welcome to Visada's TDM! Feel free to get as creative as you'd like with these prompts. None of the threads will count as game canon. This is just to give you a chance to play around with the setting and get a general idea of just some of things that can be done in the game. OPTION 1 Mistress Philenor, one of the vivacious butterfly-winged fairies that runs a shop in town, has asked you and another helpful soul to go out to the small lake on the northwestern side of the island and pick some Swallowtails. She needs a bushel of the flowers to make more of her popular aphrodisiacs. You and your partner for the outing leave the village and make your way to your destination. The water in the lake is clear and fresh, you can almost see all the way to the bottom. A small island sits in the middle of the lake, within swimming distance to those so athletically inclined. A tiny stream travels off to the west, emptying into the sea. On the southern shores of the lake grow the Swallowtails: great flowers of vibrant hues of blue. Just remember Philenor's warning. Breathing too deeply of the pollen may have unintended consequences. OPTION 2 Word arrives by lamassu post that there's unrest with the sea dragons. They're refusing to aid the villagers and transportation between the main island and the smaller one to the east has been cut off. People have been stranded there for two days now and something must be done. You volunteer to help and head toward the eastern shore. Maybe you meet others on your way and you decide to work together to see if you can resolve this. Maybe you enlist someone else's help when you learn that Lagiocrus (an ancient blue dragon) is cross with his nephew Jura (a young, free spirited green fellow who doesn't have much respect for people yet) over his foolish courtship of the princess Galzra (a haughty blue dragon from the far north). All of the other dragons in the vicinity are too caught up in the drama to worry about the petty concerns of mortals. Convince Lagiocrus that young love should triumph, or at least be allowed to get its heart broken. Talk up Jura to the disinterested object of his affection. Try to get Jura to see that there are other dragons in the sea. Or find some other way to either end the argument or lure the other dragons' interest back to helping out their landlocked neighbors. OPTION 3 After a long week, you want nothing more than to relax at the beach. It's a great day for it. Fair skies, warm sands, calm surf, and naked bodies sunning themselves along the shore. Wait. Yes, that's right. This is a nude beach. Or if it wasn't, it is now that the first visitor decided to exchange bathing suit for birthday suit. Do you join in? Ogle your neighbors? Swagger up to the hottie on the yellow towel a few yards away and start a conversation? Have fun. Enjoy yourself. You've earned the day off. OPTION 4 Wildcard! Make up your own prompt! Play around with the setting however you'd like.

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rey no

[derriphan]

[ In retrospect, he might have given a bit more thought as to how to handle this – any of it.

Grappling with her has made him uncomfortably aware of their proximity in a way that he would rather not be considering, for all that it seems to be finding ways to intrude upon his thoughts.

He breathes in, unknowingly inhaling more of the spores that cloud the air around them, and is about to respond when he feels the sharp graze of her teeth against his exposed forearm.

Yelling loudly, he jerks backward, face twisting in a mixture of surprise and rage. ]

You little rat!

[ He recovers quickly, lunging forward with a snarl. ]

kylo *yes*

[sensitively]

[ He's not the only one feeling the effects of how close they are to one another — Rey's squirming against him as he's pinned her has led to blood blossoming high in her cheeks, not only from her exertion as she's wrestling with him but from the feel of him, the weight of him against her, the hunger that has nothing to do with food gnawing below her belly at the way he leans in close with her wrists trapped in his hand.

He jerks backward at her teeth on his arm, and Rey takes advantage of his momentum to let go of him with her legs — no matter how pleasant the friction is — and push at him with her knees, knocking him backward once more into the grass on his back.

But instead of putting distance between them, she pounces on him with a curl of her own to her lip, pinning him down in much the same way despite his height and weight advantage. She tries her best to pin his wrists, although with her much smaller hands it takes both of them.

And then she breathes heavily, adjusting herself against him, subconsciously seeking more of that friction between her legs. That feral part of her wants to bite him, again, to her own internal chagrin. ]

— Stop it! Are you done?

oh god this way lies disaster

[derriphan]

[ He would be impressed with her having managed to gain the upper-hand were he not so furious. The bite on his arm burns, a bright pinprick of pain that sits at the edge of his awareness.

Worse than that, though, is the feral, hungry, thing that is struggling to claw its way to the surface. Driven by his fury and his panic.

Breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting beneath the fabric of his tunic, it seems to take him forever to compose himself enough to answer. Licking his lips, he lifts his chin. ]

You have mud in your hair.

you mean 'disaster' as in 'all the best things'

[sensitively]

[ She can feel that sting as well, the sear of her teeth on his skin through their emotive connection, but Rey is conflicted as to how to react to it. It was brash and childish, uncouth even, but she wants to do it again. And again.

And when he lifts his chin and all but bares his throat for her, muscles working tightly under the skin of his neck, she unconsciously licks her own lips in a reflection of his as she leans in closer until she can feel the exchange of breath between them. Her voice is a harsh, whispered sneer. ]

...So do you. You don't even have any idea how you look, right now.

[ But if he can see her thoughts, which he most likely can, he could see just how much she secretly relishes their proximity like this, the way her gaze skims helplessly from his eyes, to his nose, to the plains of his cheeks before dipping lower to settle on his mouth. ]

they can't ever have it easy apparently. go figure.

[derriphan]

[ Ridiculous, without doubt.

He hasn't been in quite this state of disarray since they last crossed swords on Starkiller - she'd bested him then too, leaving him with a lasting reminder of the encounter that he'd been reluctant to part with. ]

Is that why you're staring at my mouth?

nothing worthwhile ever was. ;)

[sensitively]

Shhhh, [ she hisses at him, that curl back in her lip again as she releases one of his trapped wrists to cup his chin roughly in the palm of her hand, squeezing around that infernal mouth that taunts her endlessly. ] Shut up.

[ And then her eyes are on his neck, on the sinewy cords that stand out when she pushes his jaw up at an angle, and she dives in for the kill — it's a rough, painful bastardization of a kiss with his skin between her teeth, as she tastes his sweat and salt and sucks a mark that blooms dark and purple on his white throat.

Having her teeth on him is infinitely more satisfying than the way it feels as she grinds her hips down onto his midsection; the heat between her thighs flares, demanding. Impatiently she sinks lower, twisting and writhing, seeking the friction that hovers just out of her reach. ]

hahaha. i think i might've heard that before ;)

[derriphan]

[ There's probably a lesson to be learned in all this. Something along the lines of "don't taunt desert rats and expect not to be bitten". Very literally in some cases.

Not that that makes a shred of difference right now. Kylo jerks beneath the dig of her teeth, bucking up against Rey as he inhales sharply around her palm. The transition from that earlier, lazy sort of daring to shock nearly gives him whiplash. ]

/cersei sipping emote

[sensitively]

[ also "desert rats have sharp teeth" might be appropriate as well, here.

Rey can't help but relish the momentary power she holds over him and when she feels the sharp pull of his breath under her hand, feels the buck of his hips under her, the sensation is magnified. She has to fight letting slip a groan against the skin in her teeth, as she presses down harder with her lower half and all but grinds against his pelvis between her legs.

But she lifts her mouth away, just long enough to hiss near his ear, low and hot: ] — You like that, don't you. You do.

Shall I do it again?

[ And without waiting for his answer she moves her head lower, teeth closing around his skin closer to his bared clavicle. ]

/ted eyebrow waggle

[derriphan]

[ Like is a relative term in this case.


For Kylo the novelty of being bested, even (or perhaps especially) in something so foolish would be enough to warrant some consideration without the heady, dizzying thrill at her proximity or the vicious flare of arousal that seems to have chased the remnants of his earlier indignation from his mind.

Instead there's another soft, almost startled noise, that while not exactly a whimper comes close.


Too close. ]

[sensitively]

[ Rey doesn't give either of them time to think too much on it — there's still her anger that fuels her, drives her to repeat the action again, but now it's tinged with a desire she doesn't recognize and an arousal she doesn't fully understand.

Her hips mimic her actions as she quickly sinks her teeth into him again, this time near where his jawline meets his ear, the skin soft despite the hard line of bone underneath. But she's panting hard, her breaths coming in hot gusts against him through her nose and when she's satisfied with the mark she leaves there, wet and bruised, she finally moves back to his mouth —

— and removes her hand, uncovering it, so that she can bite hard at his lips, soft and plush and completely vulnerable. It's entirely too messy to be deemed a kiss, too much of teeth and tongue and likely entirely too painful to be pleasant, but it's further proof that her hunger is nowhere near sated, yet. ]

[derriphan]

[ Her mouth is hard against his, impossibly hot and insistent, as if she means to devour him.

Teeth pressing into his lips so hard that for a moment he almost forgets to breathe, and this is insanity possibly but he really can't help but respond in kind, his body rearing up against her even as his fingers catch in her hair.

Holding her against him, so close he can feel the thrum of her heartbeat, beating like a bird against the cage of her ribs, tasting light and power and blood (his own) on her tongue. ]

[sensitively]

[ She has trouble reaching all of the parts of his mouth she would like to all at once (mainly because of the sheer size of it), biting and nipping and licking at the inside of it — but when she tastes blood, his blood, Rey recoils slightly.

...And then kisses him ferociously, redoubling her efforts. There's a low, gutteral moan when she briefly pulls away, lips swollen and kiss-bitten as he presses up against her; she can feel how wet and aching she is through her clothes. His fingers are in her hair and digging in where it's swept up in its usual fashion, and she lets him tug on it, twisting her head in the direction he pleases as though she were a doll.

The noise she makes at that isn't solely pleasure or pain, but a heady mixture of both, her hands now scratching at his shoulders as they slip underneath the neck of his tunic. ]

[derriphan]

[ Muscles twitch beneath the scrape of blunt fingernails, and the sound Rey makes is practically indecent. Soft and needy and full of that same longing he'd brushed against the first time they met, only magnified now a thousand fold.

They've settled into a clumsy, imperfect rhythm; rutting against each other through sweat-soaked fabric. Hungry, impatient.

Unsatisfying. ]

[sensitively]

[ Completely unsatisfying despite how she's moving against him, riding him like a wild gornt, twisting and writhing and then grinding down onto him every time his hips lift to meet her. The friction is there but it's muted by all the layers of cloth separating them, both hers and his.

Thoughtlessly she scrabbles at his clothing, her fingers frenzied and graceless as she tries in vain to find the waistband of his pants through his complicated robes. In the process she only succeeds in tangling them more, and she frowns and growls frustratingly into their hurried kisses, which are now more lips and tongues and the occasional pull of teeth. ]

— How do you — I can't get this —

[ ..words are hard and probably unnecessary, with how obvious and apparent her wants are. ]

[derriphan]

[ There's a huff of a laugh at her apparent exasperation, warm breath brushing against flushed skin.

Disentangling themselves long enough to manage to shuck off her trousers (easy) and working his waistband far enough down his hips that they can finally get somewhere (a little harder, the drag of fabric against the hardening ridge of his cock making him hiss) proves to be an interesting challenge, albeit a worthwhile one. ]

Have you ever —

[sensitively]

— No, [ she asserts quickly, impatiently, twisting her hips to allow him to tug off her pants and the flimsy excuse she has for underwear underneath; Rey doesn't remember the last time she was in such a hurry to disrobe, even if it's just her lower half. ] No. But —

[ she's not sure of what to say, further than that — she's had no experience and limited information passed to her regarding this, not much other than sordid tales of Jakku traders and off-worlders, and nothing has prepared her for seeing Ren push his robed clothing down his hips far enough to bare that hard flesh between his legs, his cock rigid and ruddy and glistening slightly at the head.

but she's not one to balk or back away from the unfamiliar. Rey takes him in her hot little hand and wraps her entire fist around him tightly, thumbing a bit curiously through the wetness at the slit. ]

[derriphan]

[ This would be one of the stranger things to have to offer assurance on, particularly given his own (spotty) experience. Juvenile fumblings and brisk, businesslike encounters that really don't come close to comparing.

Besides, there's something heady in the knowledge that he'll be the first.

Except that whatever he'd intended to say is quickly cut short as she slips her hot, clever little fingers around him.

So, inexperienced but not adverse to learning. This startles something almost like a laugh out of him, recalling their earlier exchanges on the matter. This might not be quite the teaching he'd intended but it'll do for now. ]

I— you need to — [ His cock twitches in her hand, and his thoughts temporarily derail. His vision whiting out a little at the corners. ]

Rey— you need to — [ Unwinding her fingers, he slings her arms around the back of his neck.

Less chance of things coming to an abrupt and messy end that way — another time and perhaps he'd be inclined to let her take her time, figure out what she was doing and what she enjoyed, but his pulse is hammering and she is warm and soft and so very wet against him.

The other hand slides along the curve of her back and settles on her right hip. ]

[sensitively]

— I know how it works!

[ ...she doesn't really beyond the basics, but she's almost indignant about it and especially with the understanding that he knows more than she does (even if it's a negligible amount) and sees himself as her teacher in this; she'd never agreed to take him on as an instructor, in anything.

But that impatience ends when he slings her arms about his neck, pulling her forward and flush against him again, and Rey's irritation with him melts into gasps of surprise and wonder when she feels that smooth, hard ridge of his cock slide tantalizingly against that slickness between her thighs.

She cants her hips against him so that the motion's repeated, lips parted and groaning softly before she lifts them just so the head of him is aligned with her, that smooth skin just barely breaching the hot mouth of her sex. ]

[derriphan]

[ The impulse to drive home is overwhelming. It would be easy, in fact, and despite her earlier protest he has to wonder if she'd fight him too hard. She wants it, he can feel it, that heady thrum of hunger through their bond.

He swallows, eyes screwing shut, mouth dry, and tucks his face against the curve of her neck and just breathes. ]

[sensitively]

[ That thrum of hunger is what drives her on, makes her melt further in to him like this and carefully Rey pushes down with her hips, taking him in just incrementally further, inch by agonizing inch. Ren's face is in her throat, his pulse uneven and hammering and she can feel his hot breath on her skin; she winds her arms even tighter around his neck as she slides him in further, just a few more inches.

She's swearing up a quiet storm in his ear as she does, murmuring every filthy word she's ever overheard from off-world traders in ports on Jakku, each one punctuated by a soft groan and gasp as she slowly takes him in to the hilt inside her. ]

first of the new icons

[derriphan]

[ The fingers at her hip tightened by increments with every inch that she took, his groans buried against the curve of her neck. There'd be some nasty bruises later, probably.

A reminder of what happened, of what they'd done.

Finally she's settled against him and it's like two puzzle pieces slotted together. The hand caught in her hair drifts down her back, past her shoulders before coming to settle on her opposite hip. It's as much about having something for him to hold onto as it is offering any sort of support. ]

mmn yes. and i saw the rest, too. /eyebrow waggle

[sensitively]

[ Rey is amazed at their joining — the initial stinging strain of taking him into herself for the first time is difficult, although not unpleasant, and somehow every coaxed inch causes her to grow even wetter between the legs. Through the drugged-up haze in her mind, she's boggled; she yields so perfectly, the muscle-memory coming as easily to her as running or fighting or pulling apart the inner workings of a machine, her confidence in her body total as it's always been as she slides home.

This closeness, too, is something else — she's been aware since coming to the island that she and Ren have a mental link, a connection forged and shared and seemingly undeniable, and mind to mind like this, body to body, it's almost too much. The pleasure is doubled and refracted between them both, simultaneously experienced by one and then the other and back again in a delicious feedback loop, and Rey shudders in his grip, awestruck by it all. ]

...Closer.

[ It's not quite a demand, more like a plea, and then she's testing the breadth of their joining by lifting away from him slowly, feeling him retreat before hiking her hips to take him to the hilt, again. ]

>:3

[derriphan]

[ He was restraining himself, severely.

The bond between them pulls taut with every awkward thrust, a low pleasure building between them tempered solely by that sharp edge of discomfort - not that it seems to be discouraging Rey in the slightest, instead driving her forward onto him so suddenly that he can't quite restrain the instinctive buck of his hips in response. ]

Careful.

[ It's not concern, precisely, though for all she's fearless in everything that she does, she could still hurt herself - and him - in the process.

Tilting his head to catch her mouth, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. Just sharp enough to distract. ]

[sensitively]

— Not careful. I want —

[ She doesn't know what she wants, still, but she has the idea that it might be more of this, feeling him slickly pull out part-way and then slide home once again roughly. He takes her lower lip between his teeth and tugs hard on it, and Rey feels her cunt tightening on him despite being so slippery-wet.

— Too soon, too soon — she swears again, profane epithets slipping from her mouth into his and then she's coming hard on his cock, hips stuttering and muscles milking him as she drives down, riding him through it. ]

[derriphan]

[ Ren makes a choked off noise, everything whiting out for a moment as her climax hits him with all the force of a wave crashing over his head.

When his spine decides to re-solidify, they're still tangled together - Rey tucked against his neck, panting like she'd just run all the way from the settlement, muscles fluttering.

Moving to catch her mouth, he can't quite stifle the smile. All bone-deep satisfaction tinged with a lazy amusement. ]

The mouth on you.