auroraexpress | Event: Mirror Image

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Event: Mirror Image

Who: everyone!
When: Day 19 evening and on
Where: outside

[As darkness falls in the jungle, an unusually chill breeze rustles through the trees. In its wake is silence, the purified fauna going quiet as if in dread.

Is it just you, or is the night darker tonight?

You may find the cause if you leave the train. Those who are caught alone outside will see the shadows grow suddenly long. The darkness coalesces into a vaguely human form, vague and faceless but radiating cold.

Before you can react the shadows surround you. Deep within, your most bitter, unpleasant feelings rise up in your chest. It's overwhelming, threatening to consume you, but just before it can it suddenly stops. The shadows recoil, dissipating into the jungle.

You're safe, but those negative feelings might be closer to the surface than usual.

Good luck, especially if you're one of the newbies just waking up.]

[NOTES: This event will OOCly end on Wednesday, but feel free to ICly push time forward as much as you like. There will be a followup post at that time, and you can schedule player-run trials any time after.

The emotional effect of this event can be as severe as you want. Your character could just be a bit grumpy, or they could find their emotions totally out of control. The effect lasts a couple of hours or until the character counters it with happier feelings.]

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A culture's oldest surviving text on sexuality and eroticism. As well as emotional fulfillment.

[who curr about that tho. She trusts he'll step out of his boxers when they are low enough becusase her hand is already tracing faint lines along the length of him..]

It has much more to offer, but people often use it for its collection of sexual positions. It basically a text that largely endorses and validates your way of life.

[she says largely because of the whole like, emotions and love part.]

[ He does in fact step obligingly out of his boxers while his cock eagerly responds to her touch, twitching readily. ]

Now that sounds like some quality reading. I'll have to look that one up!

[ And he won't even have to make a librarian's life hell by never returning it. ]

So you got some ideas from it, then?

I am certain you will.

[Because he's Crow.]

I did.

[She needs to strengthen him, but where to cut, even if it always heals in the process. She decides on a pectoral and she recites the spell. She is tempted to lick it, but that could prove...problematic for more than one reason, so she lets it take its course and it heals away.]

This one. [She raises a hand and water forms above it in a position that would see her with her legs around his waist, her chest facing upwards and back arched with her hands pressed flatly against the ground.]

It is a fresh angle to attempt.

[ The ability to provide picture examples is so helpful, he really appreciates it. ]

Oh hey, that looks like fun. Alright, let's do it!

[she got u fam

But she slowly, smoothly arches her back until she is on her hands, her body making a lovely curve before she props her legs up, her skirt, of course, tumbles down in a wave of black velvet, revealing her behind along the way.

In a bid of expert, lascivious athleticism, she lowers her legs while maintaining her balance until they are nearly where his hips are; she figures he will attend the rest so she can settle properly.]

[ Damn, that's hot though.

Crow's got this, smoothly stepping in and putting his hands on her hips while he positions himself, using a finger to move aside her leotard before he enters her in one smooth slide, all the way to the hilt. The angle is a new one for sure, interesting, and he takes a moment to get used to it and giver her a chance to wrap her smooth, lovely legs around his waist. ]

[That's the idea.

Though she'd deny it, right now.

She must admit while the angle intrigues her, the lack of direct sight into is also--]

--Ahh!

[Strong heat pushes its way inside her without warning or prompting, forcing the breath from her for all that she does not need to breath as he blazes a new path to pleasure in a crackling of sparks. She shudders unwittingly, thighs stiffening and core contracting to compensate. She did not expect that. He is not ususally so quick to enter her, even when he means to be rough and merciless.

She simply cannot read him all the time and she does not know if that is annoying or endearing.]

Ahh, [Less a gasp and more thoughtful this time.] That is different.

[It certainly is, and small wonder with this angle. He can hit some very interesting places like this, she thinks. But she wraps her legs around him, her stocking-covered legs wrapping around his waist.]

That was the idea.

[ He murmurs the words breathlessly, amused. He doesn't start thrusting right away, however, instead opting to slip his hand between the two of them and rub her clit in slow circles. He'll get there soon enough, to be sure, but what's it hurt to have a little extra fun in the meantime?

He'd be gratified if he knew she couldn't read him all the time-- it's how he prefers things, leaving a little unpredictability there. It's exciting, interesting, and definitely how he prefers things to go. ]

[She shifts a little to balance on one hand so she can make a gracefully dismissive gesture with the other, all without putting undue stress on Crow.

She also does it through the special attention he's decided to give her. She swallows lightly, her voice becoming somewhat airy, but otherwise even. Her body, however, tells another tale, slowly squeezing around him as it is wont to do.]

It is one matter to have an idea, entirely another for it to come to fruition. But this one certainly has...potential.

No kidding.

[ Crow does, after a moment, move his hand back to her hips so he can start to move inside her. It's slow at first, as he experiments with the new angle and the sensations it brings with it. "Kamasutra," she called it? Yeah, he's definitely putting that book on his "to-buy" list. ]

[It is a good thing she is properly calibrated and does not have to worry about the blood rushing to her head or anything of mundanely prohibitive. Even if her body were not stronger, she could endure this with the training she's had.

But each stroke makes her feel lighter as it comes close to ridged place inside her, a sensation that commands her attention all the more for her state of focus and the unfamiliarity. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to regulate it all. It may not last, but she must give her best effort.]

[ On the one hand-- he doesn't really feel like he fully has the leverage to go as hard and fast as he might like in this position. On the other hand, he could swear he's getting in deeper this way, more fully inside her, and the angle is different enough that it feels delicious in unfamiliar ways.

Overall, he's a fan.

He may not be able to go quite as hard and fast as usual, but if he grips onto her hips tightly enough he should be able to get something close enough to satisfy both of them. ]

[She moans softly, allowing herself to feel his strokes. She must, when she cannot feel much of his skin on hers, but sacrifices must be made.

She cries out, louder and half-sung when he hits her just so and she feels a jolt and warmth and awareness. Dangerous that, but she anticipated it, but being in this position makes every bit of pleasure seem almost surreal. After all, down is up and up is down.

She starts slowly at first, needing to orient herself, but her hips start to roll in time with his. I he cannot get better leverage, she can meet him part of the way.]

[ The moan that escapes from his lips is wanton as her hips start to roll, to move in synch with his own movements. There it is, there it is— he couldn't quite get just the right rhythm on his own, not like this, but moving together is doing the trick. And now that he's found it, he's relentless in his pursuit-- chasing after those lewd little sounds coming from her.

There are little frissions of pleasure dancing through him, up and down his spine and through his body as his hips roll into her again. And again. And again. ]

[She cannot see Crow, but she can hear him and imagine. He is shameless and doesn't care who hears him, but this about the time he begins to grow earnest in his cries and his movements; less rich chuckles and thoughtful technique and more heated moans and instinct. Ever the watcher even when she cannot see it, she delights in witnessing the change, especially when she knows she is the cause.

A pity she will have to ruin it.

She needs him to be closer, closer, as near as he can be without going over the edge. She cannot act just yet.]

[ He's not quite at the edge yet, not quite-- delighting in the warm heat of her, the wet slaps of flesh as they meet each other again and again, the sight of her delectable breasts as he looks downwards. It's good-- she's good-- and he has no idea what she has in store for him as he moves ever closer towards the end goal.

But his grip gets tighter, his movements get more frantic-- as a personal preference, he'd really rather make her come first but he's more than happy to finish off the job another way if it doesn't work out and he really is getting close now, his breathing erratic-- his pulse humming wildly from the adrenaline, his body singing its pleasure. ]

[It is delicious, being with him always is, so much so that she finds herself particularly tested this time with this wonderful novelty. But that's why, she thinks, he won't see any of this coming.

She moves suddenly, her hips grinding against him as she pushes herself up, legs adjusting along the way, but she does not try to halt the momentum and in fact only adds to it as she tries to get Crow on his back. She buffed him in endurance as well, so it wouldn't hurt nearly as much than if she hadn't.

She wags a finger and tuts, a ring of something warm and smooth forms at the base of Crow's cock. He won't be coming with it on.]

We cannot have that, now.

[ The extra strength she'd given him means he might not have been immediately unbalanced if he'd been expecting her movement at all-- but he hadn't been, so between that and her own encouragement of the momentum he's on his back with a surprised "oof!" forcing all the air out of his lungs. The look on his face is almost comical in its surprise, between that and the sudden cockring around him, preventing the orgasm that was so tantalizingly close. ]

Wha--?

[ It's the first thing that tumbles out of his mouth when he's got air enough to say anything, not an objection so much as an expression of startled confusion. ]

[She is not going to lie: getting one over on the man who prides himself on his own unpredictability is so delectable she cannot help licking her lips.

What a magnificent expression.]

It is really quite simple: that was fun and I am after more of it.

[To drive the point home she rolls her hips a little as she settles into straddling his. Her fingers trace over his mouth, and if she were feeling generous she'd tell him to savour these touches because, unless he behaves, it is all she is going to give.

But she is not generous. She does not expect him to behave for a while either, if he will at all.

Oh, what fun this will be.]

[ That's hot.

The sensual roll of her hips against him has him groaning in pleasure, his own hips snapping up to meet her-- but it's no use, the cock ring is thoroughly preventing his orgasm, leaving him teetering on the edge. So close, so close-- ]

So you jumped straight to cock rings, huh?

[ He's still a little breathless, both from his unexpected fall and from the orgasm denial. ]

It's not as if I intended to leave you hanging.

Oh no, you would not. You are so very, very good to me. Every time.

[Her voice is low, slow, indulgent in her praise of him, like warm, rolling honey. After all, he was not the only one close to coming.]

However. [she perks up casually, tapping his lips once playfully.] This is not about you leaving me wanting, but the reverse.

[Just so they're clear. But she is already moving on and continuing to exert control over everything, the situation, the conversation, perhaps him soon enough. She rolls her hips again; he will not be permitted to leave the edge unless she wills it.]

[ ...So. This is about leaving him wanting. He's not going to get to come for a while.

He nips lightly at the finger she briefly places at his lips. If it's complete control she wants, well, she's going to have to fight for it.

Knowing what she wants doesn't stop him from rolling his hips up into her, moving in time to her movements-- her rhythm, her pace. Which is really only all the more maddening because the pressure keeps building and building but there's still no release. ]

You're just full of surprises, aren't you?

[ It's not a complaint. ]

[She purrs as he rolls into her, seemingly undaunted by his present situation. Which is fine, she isn't surprised, Crow is hardy. It only makes her curious to see how long tha will last.]

A lady should wear mystery like an accessory. [Something to complement and accentuate her features. She does not actually disagree with his values when it comes to being unpredictable in some contexts.

This is one of them.]

Hands above your head, Crow-san. You may look, but no touching.

[ No touching?

Crow carefully weighs his options. On the one hand, she can almost certainly magic up some restraints to keep his hands above his head if he doesn't listen. On the other hand, he can probably get in a really good grope before she does. Is it worth the risk?

He slides his hands up her torso and towards those breasts he's been such a big fan of, brushing against where her nipples should be-- still covered by her thin leotard, but almost certainly still sensitive enough to notice. ]

Above my head.... like that?

[ His tone is as innocent as his movements aren't. And yes, he's aware that violates "no touching." ]

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[Even through layers of cloths, it still feels pleasant to be touched, because it is by him. Still, that is not the game, for the moment.]

Already we are going to misbehave.

[She sighs, as disappointed as she is unsurprised. He does as he pleases.

But then, right now, so does she.

She twirls her fingers almost lazily a gesture that is at odds with the way new water streams and spins around his wrists, binding them together before his arms are forcibly dragged back over his head.

Ah, she likes this picture. It is normally so attractive to see in a woman...the way it accentuates her curves and highlights her vulnerability, but it looks ravishing on him.

It's almost enough for her to belay punishment.

Almost.

She snaps her fingers and the ring around him grows cold. Not dangerously, but with his skin as heated as it is, that contrast will be sharp and noticeable.]

Your safeword is "I fold".

[If he wants this to stop, he will have to give up. And oh, that should rankle. If her mind were not addled, she would be kinder in her choice, more neutral. But it is, so she isn't. Her conduct and respect stretch far enough and no more than that.]

>:(

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