The Ninth Trial

[advisories]

Who: everyone
When: Day 18, starting just after dawn
Where: The Hermit's Tent, and all around

[This morning as the sun begins to pour through the train's windows, there's the tremor that signals a Trial.]

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth. Or something like that!

[It's the same older man's voice from the sixth trial, and outside is the same fortune teller's stall. Today the front flap is lifted to show a normal interior -- there's a wooden table, carved with geometric patterns and painted in bright colours, lit by teal-coloured carved candles.

At the table sits a man of indeterminate age, somewhere between 30 and 60. He's wearing what appear to be monk's robes, teal with patterned trimming. In front of him is a crystal ball and a stack of bingo cards, along with a stand-up sign bearing the rules of this Trial.

Across the top in large font, it says:

Icebreaker Bingo

Good luck and have fun!]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

[ He doesn't know if he's going to make it on time either and he doesn't have an internal clock to know how close he is. But he's sure as hell going to try, enthusiastically lapping at her hungrily. Demandingly. Naturally, he'll keep going until she comes anyway-- but will it be on time?

At least she's keeping track. But it sure would be satisfying if he did. ]

[voreaciously]

Mm--

[Her fingers tighten in his hair as she trembles with the effort of staying still, her hips bucking slightly against the chains of willful stubbornness she's wound around herself. She's close, she's so close, she's breathing hard and the shocks of pleasure that she feels, oddly cool against the heat.

But this is glorious. It is not just him, but she is facing what she holds dear, and like it's telling her that it is okay to let go, it is the way of things to let come what may--

So she does. In more than one sense.

She moans loudly, her back arching as threads of sweet wetness spill from her and she trembles violently as shocks of pleasure rack her body.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ There's little tells-- the grip in his hair, the subtle swaying of her hips, the quick and heavy bursts of breath spilling from her lips... she's close. She's close and he coaxes her towards that edge, his tongue moving eagerly until she's falling, falling, falling...

And it's not until the moans cease and the trembles stop coursing through her body that he stops what he's doing. He tastes the last delicious bits of her before nudging her leotard back into place, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin. ]

So, did I make it in time? Inquiring minds want to know.

[voreaciously]

[She sits on her skirt, does her best not to fall. Words are a little beyond her right now so she just waves in the air and numbers appear, hovering in the air, made of glowing blue water and reflecting the light

5'48'17

She's still breathing hard.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ That's pretty gratifying, actually, even if the numbers leave something to be desired. ]

Over half a minute too slow... Well, I'll just have to try harder sometime.

[voreaciously]

S-sometime?

[you want to do this again?]

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah...

[ He waves a hand around vaguely. ]

Not now, obviously. Later!

[voreaciously]

[She's redder, suddenly. Embarrassed. She knew not right this second, just that he has plans! For this again! Gosh stop going down on her!!

Whatever, maybe he'll forget (he won't) if she focuses on him. She removes the top half of her dress, revealing her leotard in full. Though it's quite a wonder that her breasts are not spilling out of it, especially since she moves on all fours in front of him. It is dangerous amounts of cleavage.]

How do you want it...?

[Because reciprocating was never in question, experiment or not.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ (He absolutely won't forget, it's a goal now.)

He takes a moment to stare at her amazing breasts in that skimpy leotard (how are they staying inside?) before he speaks up. ]

You up for taking those out to play?

[ He gestures at the breasts he hasn't stopped looking at. ]

Because I know what I'd like to do to 'em right now.

[voreaciously]

[Realisation, then disappointment, then apology all cross her face.]

I did not bring any lube, though.

[bad_crowmance]

Haha, that's fine. Another time maybe. Why don't I let the lady decide how to handle things?

[voreaciously]

--After. I will do it after, if you are not busy.

[She says it a little quickly. She feels bad that she cannot give him a titfuck and is eager to please.

Go figure.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'm not busy. I'll look forward to it~ ♪♫

[voreaciously]

[they fuck literally every goddamned day but it's something she'd take for granted.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt.]

I want you inside me, then. [Her voice is low, husky.] Even if it is only once, I need...

[to take the edge off. She worries her bottom lip with her teeth the gesture likely more apparent with her eyes hidden.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ If he wasn't already hard from going down on her, those words would've gotten him there. As it is, they went straight to his dick and he can feel it straining against his pants. ]

I'm definitely up for that.

[voreaciously]

I am still so wet...

[Her voice drops even lower, the tones hazy and warm and indulgent. Crow has been fantastic from the first, but it feels like things have been even better, lately. Yesterday was incredible. Perhaps they are properly learning one another's bodies. But she lies back and pulls him after her, wrapping her legs around his waist.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He dips his head towards her, close enough to kiss. ]

You are.

[ He murmurs the words huskily against her lips before he starts kissing her, hot and intense and wanting.
He should get his pants off and he will-- soon. But first thing's first. ]

[voreaciously]

[Her hands hold his face and she is kissing him back fiercely, moaning her need against him and arching up into him. She inhales deeply, catching the ocean brine and him, and she feels her head cloud pleasantly.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He doesn't break from kissing her even as he moves a hand between the two of them to work his pants off. His other hand moves to stroke at the side of her breast, fondling her through the leotard. Distantly, he remembers the trial still going on-- but he pushes that thought aside to concentrate on the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her underneath him.

This is much more interesting than bingo. ]

[voreaciously]

[they can...use this for the kissing square? it's fine.

it's fine.

She moans softly when he starts to fondle her, drawing back for a moment her lips full and flushed with effort.]

Crow-san...

[Her voice is husky and low and she writhes under him a little.]

[bad_crowmance]

80H...

[ He murmurs the name against her lips, still working at his pants until-- finally! It's a bit harder to manage with just one hand, but he's gotten them undone and he's working them down while still fondling her breast. ]

[voreaciously]

[There's a very slight twist of her lips. Is it wry is it amused, it's difficult to place.]

You could always let go and use both hands, I hope you are aware.

[bad_crowmance]

It's occurred to me!

[ The words come out cheerful and amused even as he makes absolutely no move to stop fondling her. ]

[voreaciously]

[She makes a noise between a scoff and a moan, though she tries to downplay the latter.

Her face grows pink beneath her blindfold.]

They...are not too big?

[bad_crowmance]

"Too big?"

[ He echoes the question, completely mystified. Is that a thing?? ]

I'd say they're just the right size to have fun with.