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Who: Everyone
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Public Lounge

[ Guess who's trying to earn as many Sparks as possible? This guy. So on Day 13, sometime during the day each Team may have received a quick visit from this guy, encouraging them to come to the public lounge during the afternoon to partecipate on a get to know each other exercise. For anyone who asks, he'll explain on very generic terms that it's just a game of truth or dare or kiss, and he's going to try his best to convince people to actually show up.

For those who do show up at the public lounge in the afternoon, he's going to explain the basic set up ]

All right, so, the whole thing is pretty simple. Usually, I guess there should be something to spin or help with randomly selecting people, but that's going to get complicated, so let's skip that one. You see someone you want to get to know, you partner up with 'em.

Here's the rules. You ask your partner to pick Truth or Dare, and ask or provide your challenge accordingly. As the person who's been asked or challenged, you will have the option to back out of it by kissing your partner instead. Doesn't have to be anywhere specific, there's kids here.

You won't win anything out of it except, huh, my gratitude for taking part, I guess.

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[ It's possible, he's now considering, that she's really not a screamer in the first place. That doesn't mean he thinks it's impossible to get her there, just that he may need to reconsider his strategy and come at it from a different angle.

But maybe... on a different day. 80H didn't break anything perse, but her legs had squeezes him a good deal more tightly than the human body really appreciates under most circumstances. He's sore. He's really sore, but there's actually something sexy about the idea he'd made her lose control over herself to that kind of degree.

Who'd have thought that getting bruised could stroke his ego so very nicely? ]

Mmm.... you're amazing....

[ The words are murmured against her hair, appreciative and with only the barest note of the soreness he's experiencing. It's true, though, he really means it-- the way she feels is incredible, he'd easily be up for another few rounds if he weren't in pain.

There's also that recovery period before he can, ah, rise to the occasion again but he could work around that. ]

[She finally unwinds her legs which feel like jelly now, but most certainly are not considering the number she's done on him and she draws in a hissing breath, her voice breathless and husky but very concerned!]

My goodness! [Those sure are some bruises. She cranes her neck to look a weird mix of fascinated, distraught, and embarrassed.] My apologies, I really...lost control.

[curse these unlucky thirteen days and this hot guy and his amazing dick like what the fuck actually godsdamn]

Yeah, but it's really sexy.

[ He flashes a grin at her, but he's not talking too loudly because ow. ]

[Amane's hands trail down his sides and her voice takes on an odd, layered quality.]

Soyez béni et bien.

[Glowing water gathers around her hands and a cool, calming feeling seeps into his skin as the soreness and unwitting injury fade away and repair themselves.

She may not live this down either. Good grief.

But she makes a noise of surprise. It works faster than what she's grown used to in Forest. Is she no longer limited? Something to test later, maybe. For now, the water disappears, but her hands remain there.

They're very nice hips.]

Is that better?

[ If he shifts position until he captures her lips with his and starts making out with her, is that an answer? ]

[Oh.

Well, then.

She wonders if it's a failure of responsibility to be so distracted, but she's kissing him back immediately, her lips working against his as she kisses him over and over, a hand sliding from his back over his shoulders to cradle his face.

[ It probably is, but Crow really doesn't care right now. He kisses her very thoroughly for a good minute and a half before he pulls away to whisper into her ear: ]

Much better.

[She whimpers at the whispered words. It's always been such a tremendous weakness of hers and she's still far from unsatiated.

He's not ready yet, but the way she quivers around him tells another story for her.]

...I am glad.

[ Ready again, huh? He's honestly impressed. He kisses at the soft spot behind her ear.... and then at the crook of her neck.... her collarbone.... the well of her breast.... her nipple... the spot on her ribcage just below where her breasts end.... ]

[That earns him a very soft whine and when he starts to move lower her fingers are in his hair again. She quite likes it, she's decided.]

Crow-san...that is unfair.

[Not that she has played fair even remotely, but what is she to do if he riles her up like this when he isn't ready?]

Hmmm~?

[ He looks up at her from where he is, doing his best to look innocent but probably looking more like a debauched angel than an actual innocent. ]

I don't know what you're talking about. ♪

[ He kisses her bellybutton. ]

[Compared to what she's put him through, this is nothing, and yet it does not stop her from resolving to pay him back for it later--]

--ah.

[Her navel is sensitive and she's distracted from her thoughts of vengeance when he kisses it. She really needs to get the rest of her clothes out of the way, but for now, her voice is polite and yet wry.]

I am sure you do not.

[She pulls on his ear.]

[ He laughs like the stupid jerkbird he is before he moves himself a little lower, past the bunched-up layers of her skirt to give her a long, slow lick down her slit. He can taste the mixture of her cum and his own, but this isn't really what he'd consider a problem. ]

[Really, she was starting to guess when he did not stop and her face grows a deeper red with every inch that takes him closer.]

You really do not have to--ahh!

[She jerks at the unexpected lick, gasping when it is not quickly over and eyes slipping shut. Gods, between both of them, she's a mess. She likes being one, but having it seen sometimes can be embarrassing.]

What makes you think I don't want to?

[ His voice his husky as he says that before he sets to lapping at her with his tongue, using it to move her folds and swirl around her clit while his hand joins and he inserts a couple of his fingers inside of her. ]

[It wouldn't help her argument in reality but she'd like to think it might if she still did not sound so very wanting, even if she is also suddenly a bit timid.

It would also help if he would stop doing that with this tongue!]

W-well, I mean, I prefer to fo-focus on--mm--my partners.

[In spite of her tightness, her fingers slip inside her incredibly easily, she is simply far too wet for them not to, but immediately she squeezes around him. She is trying so dearly not to squirm to focus and minimise but her body is betraying her a little. It's terrible.]

[ He'd respond with, you know, words but... he'd have to stop doing that with his tongue and he absolutely does not want to. He almost carelessly flicks his tongue across her clit at random intervals, otherwise swirling tantalizingly while he starts moving his fingers inside her, finding the spot inside of her guaranteed to bring her the most pleasure and then thrusting his fingers in an insistent but steady rhythm, brushing against it each time. ]

[Oh, this...this is. She starts to moan, but it is quiet and at odd intervals. She's not a very loud person, but it is almost like she is doing her best to be silent.

But he is testing her.

Her chest rises and falls arrhythmically--she does not know what he will do when and this is not a pleasure she has had nearly enough to know what to expect from someone she's just met doing it. A part of her, larger than normal, simply wants to surrender to it. She needs more and he is being generous in giving it to her. That should be enough.

That same, larger part seems to be winning because her fingers thread themselves deeper in his hair, rubbing against his scalp unwittingly.

Her hips jerk violently when he fingers crook and thrust inside her and she is caught in a frantic series of gasps. It's too much too soon to her sensitive self but he won't stop anytime soon, she's certain.]

[ He's absolutely not going to stop anytime soon. He runs his tongue across her clit again and then starts sucking on it, testing her reaction even as he continues to thrust relentlessly with his fingers.

Those odd, quiet moments feel like winning and he's finding he has a taste for it. How hard is she trying to bite back those sexy moans, how much would it take for her to lose control entirely? Will she lose control? It's an exciting mystery and he can't wait to find out.

Her fingers in his hair, rubbing against his scalp is encouraging. Pleasant. He finds he wouldn't mind if she grabbed onto it, but this is fine too. ]

[She does not want to lose to him. It is far too early for that, desperate hunger or not. Just as it's a challenge for him to beat her, it's just as much for her not to.

It is good to have goals to work toward, after all.

But that is the only lucid thought she can hold onto. Every other is dashed away with ever swipe of tongue, every stroke of his fingers. It is loud and it is lewd and it leaves her face hot hearing them work inside where she is so full and wet and growing wetter.

She bites and sucks the back of her free middle finger and shakes her head as though she can rid herself of this mounting pleasure as easily as that. A jolt of pleasure assails her so quickly traveling up through her stomach to her breasts and along her spine as quick as an eye blink when he starts to suck on her clit. Her legs raise until her feet are planted firmly on the bed only for her toes to begin curling as they dig into the sheets.

The fingers in his hair squeeze and unsqueeze rubbing deeper and twitching and she simply cannot stop moaning.]

[ He makes a pleased hum into her as he continues to suck for a moment or two longer before he very gently scrapes his teeth against her-- gently, he knows that's a sensitive spot for her. He also knows she'll be able to feel that hum, which is at least as much a part of the point as letting her know how much he's enjoying himself is.

Her moans are like audial orgasms, he can't get enough of them. It's so very, very gratifying to know how much he's having an affect on her, driving him forward to keep giving her more and more pleasure. He likes this, giving pleasure-- he likes receiving it too, but there's something to be said for plunging your partner into their own orgasm. Or several. ]

[Her eyes shoot open when she feels that buzz accompanied with teeth but she can barely see anything at all, her pleasure overcoming shapes and reason. She is quivering around his fingers and it is spreading to her hips--she cannot help it but she is trying and she doesn't know if it's because she's trying to suppress what he's doing to her or to keep steady so she can enjoy it better. She really does not. Her hand is gripping tighter--she absolutely needs something to hold onto to keep her from getting lost and adrift in this storm of sensation.

And her voice is...it is growing a little louder, but more than that, it is growing stronger, more present and melodious.]

I-I--

[She really cannot last much longer, it's all she can do to hold it back now. He's too good and she cannot stand it.]

[ He makes an encouraging sound as his tongue relentlessly swirls and flicks at her, his fingers moving inside her faster and faster. If those delightful sounds coming from her are any indication, she's close. His scalp is tingling from the tension of her grip in his hair, sending delicious shivers down his spine.

She's losing control of her voice a little, and the idea that he might win is so exciting. It's fun to win a challenge! But even if he doesn't, he intends to send her off the edge again. He sucks insistently on her clit, willing her to her orgasm. ]

[His tongue is hot and pliant and unyielding, his fingers strong and striking her true every single time and she feels the inside of her mouth begin to dry with how hard she is breathing. She does not know when it happens it simply does without mercy nor quarter given.

Her toes dig deeper, her hands clench in vices. She screws her eyes shut but all she can see is white behind her eyelids as the dam breaks and she is swept away in a hot fierce tide of pleasure left to drown. She cannot stop trembling and her cries choked and urgent and deep, a broken song.

Her fingers loosen and she slumps down though it has yet to entire pass, a puppet with her strings cut as her chest rises and falls like she was on the cusp of suffocating. Her pale blue hair has fallen over her eyes and across her face and her folds, her thighs are positively glistening with new wetness.

She is a mess.]

[ He doesn't let up for a single second, not until he's absolutely certain her orgasm's faded entirely. It's not until then that he pulls away, looking down to admire the collapsed mess of her.

She's like a work of art. ]

Beautiful.

[ He murmurs the word with a smile. And she is. A lovely mess, slick and still breathing heavy from the pleasure. And just like that he's hard again, looking down at her-- the time it had taken to get her off had been enough for him to recover. But he wants to keep admiring his work for a moment longer. ]