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visadaooc2016-01-22 06:45 pm
visadamods) wrote in visadaooc2016-01-22 06:45 pm
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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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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. ]
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...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. ]
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They've settled into a clumsy, imperfect rhythm; rutting against each other through sweat-soaked fabric. Hungry, impatient.
Unsatisfying. ]
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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. ]
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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 —
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ ...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. ]
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He swallows, eyes screwing shut, mouth dry, and tucks his face against the curve of her neck and just breathes. ]
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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
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
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
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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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Moments later, boneless, exhausted, she's tucked in securely against him with her face in his neck, breast to breast and belly to belly, hip to hip where they're still joined even as he's softening inside her. Her panting slowly tapers off as she catches her breath, still stunned by what's happened.
Ren moves his head and turns hers to find her lips with his and kiss her, and Rey finds herself endlessly surprised by him — who would have thought Kylo Ren was so kriffing good at melding their mouths like this, much less that he enjoyed doing it so often?
And then the corners of his lips are curving upwards as he chastises her, only she can detect he's more amused by her profane language than anything else. ]
...Don't tell me I've offended your delicate sensibilities, [ she quips back, still breathless but with her own lips curving to mimic his. ]
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Speaking of those marks, though, it was tempting to drag his teeth across her collarbone just to see what she'd do. Sweat shimmering invitingly on her sun-bronzed skin. ]