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]

[ That reaction is cute. ]

Would you rather I just do it, then?

[voreaciously]

[GOD SHE IS GETTING SUPER HORNY RIGHT NOW.

hornier. like, she's never not, but lets pretend, okay.]

You were the one who said we should not again, Mister Armbrust.

[like THAT WAS YOU, SIR.]

[bad_crowmance]

Maybe I changed my mind.

[ LOOK, HE'S HORNY TOO, SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT UP THE OUTFIT. ]

[voreaciously]

[LOOK, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE IT INTO A THING!!!]

You are awful.

[And though she is reining in some of her urges, she intends to make him pay for it.]

No one is here right now. And I do still owe you.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Does he really want to use his second favour on-- He's got her pinned to the nearest wall in an instant and he's nibbling on the crook of her neck, pressing against her. He's already hard, because he thought too much about her outfit and shut up okay. ]

[voreaciously]

[That is not what she meant, but if he does not remember, well. He will certainly be in for a nice surprise.

She sighs, put out, but he draws pleasure from her with his teeth and her voice reverberates with it, just a little.]

Terrible. What a changeable, insatiable man, you are.

[bad_crowmance]

Are you complaining?

[ He murmurs the words breathily against her flesh while his hand dips down below to tease between her legs. ]

[voreaciously]

Yes, yes I am.

[To be fair, that is exactly what she is doing, but the way her bare hands reach under his shirt, spreading across his skin, it is very clear that she does not want for him to stop.

Goodness, he's infuriating! She wants to kiss him, but if she starts she will not stop and she needs to refresh her spell and she should find a more accessible solution to that and--]

Ahh--

[He is moving quickly. They are still in the kitchen, they need to move--

in, in a moment.]

You, sir, are the worst.

[bad_crowmance]

You say "the worst" but what I'm actually hearing is "the best."

[ He zeros in on her clit and rubs his fingers against it teasingly. ]

nsfw again in case anyone is reading this monstrosity of a thread probably not tho

[voreaciously]

Adequate, perhaps. It is...pending evaluation.

[He is making a good case for himself, right now; goodness this is brutally quick.

From her hips to the space between her legs, she is already twitching.]

C-Crow-san...I...[Gosh, they need to get to her bedroom before they start to kiss or she is not sure if she will make it.]

[bad_crowmance]

Heh! I'll give you something to evaluate.

[ He slips his other hand down between her legs, none-too-gently shoving aside the crotch of her nice little leotard. The one hand returns to teasing at her while the other plunges three of his fingers inside of her and starts thrusting. ]

[voreaciously]

[She does not mind that he is a little rough with her--or a lot--but when he plunges not one, not two, but three fingers from the first her eyes widen behind her blindfold and she gasps hard and her hips stiffen with the sudden, merciless assault of pleasure, her fingers curling to dig into his skin.]

Mm--ahh--!

[Her cheeks warm and she does not know when but her hips begin to buck into him. She needs to be careful, she has not made him stronger first--he is always so quick to jump into things, Gods save her--but he makes it difficult with this hard and fast pace. Her lust is a set of coals that have been left to burn and keep warm for a while, low in their light, but so easy to coax to something greater. She's had time to settle since the beach, but it has not been so long that her body has so quickly forgotten him.

Her fingers wind around and upward to draw him closer and already her breaths are growing quick.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He really ought to wait for the part where she makes him stronger but he's impatient and he enjoys the startled reaction when he surprises her. It's pretty easy to guide him closer, that self-satisfied smile curled on his lips as he moves in to start kissing her. He leaves the kiss soft at first and completely at odds with the way his fingers are mercilessly continuing their attack-- mainly because the thinks the contrast would be fun. ]

[voreaciously]

[He kisses her with surprising gentleness before it dawns on her why he might do this and she makes a knowing noise, but the sound loses its bite when it's edged by a whimper. Her hips tremble, the sensation travelling all the way upwards to her lips and she knows she cannot last much longer.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He loves those little sounds, the way her hips move, the tremble that shudders all the way through her. It's so satisfying to know you're having an effect, and he's going to keep going, going, going-- until he pushes her over that edge. ]

[voreaciously]

[The noises she makes grow a little louder, but more than that they are far more frequent and desperate.

She clutches him like a lifeline and leans deeper into the kiss, into him as she starts to shudder violently as she's pushed over that edge. She tightens around Crow's fingers her urgent cry vibrating against their lips as hot, sweet wetness spills from her.

The floor feels like it's giving out beneath her and that is just fine. She is content to fall, fall, fall....]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He will, of course, make sure she doesn't actually fall over as he guides her through her orgasm, his tongue thoroughly exploring the contours of her mouth as he does. He means it when he says this is one of his favourite parts-- making someone come, his partner shaking and whimpering with their own pleasure. It's a reward for hard work, something he isn't opposed to when it's fun. ]

[voreaciously]

[She does keep herself up--but just barely. It's such a near thing, like holding onto a cliff edge with a single finger, but keeps from collapsing entirely. She does not want him to deal with the entirety of her weight which is a lot, unaided.

Even if she feels so light in this moment.

She slowly comes down, leaning back against the wall as she rides out the high to the last.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He nibbles again at the crook of her neck, a vibrant hickey forming itself onto her flesh. ]

Am I still the worst...?

[voreaciously]

[A languid purr sounds from her throat and her fingers thread themselves in his hair. She loves marks, it's just a pity they do not last.]

Oh, the very.

[bad_crowmance]

You know.... On second thought, maybe you're right.

[voreaciously]

[She reaches with her free hand to flick his forehead.]

Because I know you will let it go to your head.

[There is no point in telling him not to do so.]

[bad_crowmance]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ He says it with such an aura of innocence. ]

[voreaciously]

You are quite fortunate you are minorly attractive.

[bad_crowmance]

Heh! You've already admitted how handsome you think I am, there's no walking back that one.