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 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.

[voreaciously]

O-oh...if you feel that way, then that is fine. I was just told boys like them smaller...

[bad_crowmance]

Pretty sure that depends on the guy.

[ Are they really having this conversation while getting ready to fuck? It sure looks that way. ]

See me? I like 'em all sizes. Big, small... Breasts are really great. My personal opinion? Bigger means there's more of 'em to enjoy.

[ His cock free at last, he punctuates that sentence by rubbing it between her legs. ]

[voreaciously]

[they are absolutely having this conversation now. she's had it a few times and it's like. marginally clicking, but self-esteem wasn't built in a day.

He says that means there's more of them to enjoy and she's never...really thought of it like that, actually, no one's framed it like that before but then--]

Does that not make them more lewd--ah!

[She starts to rub between her and she jerks at the contact before her hips start to roll, eager and hungry.]

[bad_crowmance]

You know... I don't think size is really gonna affect how lewd breasts are. They're no more or less lewd than how you present them.

[ He rubs the length of himself languidly between her again. ]

And honestly, I think trying to make size a factor in lewdness is kinda dumb.

deep philosophies with crow

[voreaciously]

[She hears him and is listening, but he is making it difficult with the way he is moving. Why won't he just...all he needs to do is push....!

She bites down on the back of a gloved finger and her brow quivers]

C-Crow-san...

[It is something to think about, but it hasn't stopped other people from making their judgements about her. Especially one person in particular.]

he is totes philosophical

[bad_crowmance]

[ All he needs to do is push but he's enjoying teasing the hell out of the both of them. And so he keeps languidly rubbing against her. ]

I like the way you say my name. But you know what I like more?

[ Other people are dumb, listen to Crow instead. ]

fucking socrates of boobs right here

[voreaciously]

[She moves with him, not quite a slave of his ministrations, but hardly free either. She cannot help but want and seek more, her hips finding an undulating rhythm to match, but she is not so far gone as to force him or beg.

She can get as good as she gives or better. She takes a moment to answer and pulls her finger away, her voice husky but clear enough to be heard over the rolling waves.]

W-what is it...?

and don't you forget it

[bad_crowmance]

Hearing you moan it.

[ And with that, he plunges smoothly inside of her. ]