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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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[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.]

[ Yep, he'd definitely seen that coming. His grin is unrepentant even as his arms are jerked over his head-- though the sudden shock of cold makes him gasp in surprise. Okay, that part he hadn't expected. Kudos to her for getting one up on him.

That safeword, though... Safewords definitely seem like a good idea, but the idea of using that one does indeed rankle at him. No thanks, he won't be giving up any time soon! ]

I'll keep it in mind.

[ The words are a little breathless in coming out, between the cold at his wrists and the intense heat of his mounting inability to orgasm at present. He rolls his hips up towards her for emphasis, though doing so almost certainly has more of an effect on him than it does her. A moan falls from his lips, wanton and shameless with his need. ]

Mmmm...you are so close.

[She is far from unaffected, but she maintains rigid control of herself for this. Seeing Crow bound and wanting only galvanises her determination.

She will have him yet.

She leans down on him, velvet brushing his skin, and then his ear as she lowers her voice by it.]

I can feel it.

[Every syllable is lightly, carefully enunciated. Soft, whispered, only for him.]

You always become so much harder right before you come. It is difficult to believe you are flesh and blood.

[She rolls her hips a little, allows for a small moan as she enjoys him. She is not lying, he is so big inside her and she cannot help squeezing tightly around him, harbouring no intention to let him go.

She withdraws a little, her face hovering above his, close enough to scrutinise, but not enough to kiss. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.]

Ask for it. Nicely.

[ She moves against him and it's electric, it's amazing. His breathing shudders even as his hips move in time with hers, straining for more. She's not wrong, he's so close, so close he can taste it-- it's frustrating, almost maddening. To be on the edge but unable to fall, hanging by a tenuous thread.

Ask for it. Nicely.

Not a chance. ]

Are you kidding, I can go all day.

[ He has a feeling he's going to regret those words. ]

[She never smiles.

Or laughs for that matter, it seems as though she comes close, perhaps, but perhaps that is just wishful thinking. Instead, she conveys amusement and contentment in other ways, gestures and subtle shifts in tone if you are listening and now what to look for.

The way she drums her fingers on his chest speaks of great amusement. My oh my, as expected.]

Hmm, I seem to recall differently on that score.

[He still lasted quite a while, though. But she speaks casually as she braces her fingers against his stomach and starts to ride him. The temperatures of his bonds slowly return to something normal and warm.]

[ The grin he flashes at her is positively wicked. ]

Care to test mm--ooooooooh!

[ The rest of the sentence gets lost in a long, protracted moan as she starts to move against him and fuck, it's like he's got stars in his eyes. The fading of that coolness at his wrists is both a blessing and a curse-- it's no longer biting against him, but then, it's no longer grounding him against the heat.

And he feels like he's burning up.

He couldn't stop himself from moving with her if he tried, and to be honest, he's not trying to stop. It's the best thing that's ever happened to him and the worst thing, and he needs more. ]

[That grin sends a shiver down her spine but she does not let it show in her face or body language. She's seen him grin like that during the recent fight, sharp and unrepentant, and she cannot help but think how he well and truly chases thrills, wherever they are.

Honestly. As though she does not ever do the same.]

I did not quite catch that.

[It is easily delivered, but more than a little heady. He can deny it, he can fight it--though hoping for it would be a waste; he does not give up easily--but she has him in her hands. Whether or not he agrees will not change the truth.

And it is incredible.

With a dreamy sigh, she begins to speed her movements, gloved fingers dragging up across his stomach and managing to leave blunt, red trails in his skin that fade in moments. Harder, faster, harder--

And then she stops abruptly, her hips raise and poised to slide back down, but she does not.]

[ He certainly won't admit it, but he's putty in her hands-- shamelessly writhing in time with her, lewd moans spilling from him as she drives him half-mad with pleasure. He should have come, needs to come so badly-- it would take nothing at all at this point if it weren't for the cock ring, he'd come at a mere look.

But she stops moving against him and he realizes he was wrong-- this is the worst thing. He arches his back as he strains up, up towards her. He's having difficulty forming words at this point, letting out a needy whine. ]

[This feels incredible, but not half as much as how he looks in this moment, so delightfully, deliciously desperate and yet he still refuses to break.

It will only mean more pieces later on if he does.]

Ask.

[She keeps her hips out of reach but lowers them just a little to tease his head with waiting, tight heat. She could coax him into it, but she does not. There is power in that, certainly, but it is not the sort she means to exert. If and when he gives in, he will do it knowing that she bested him without compromise.

And she will take care of him after that, but she speak to "after" a the moment. He needs humbling, first.]

[ He arches his back a little more, trying, trying, trying to press into the heat that's right there--- it's right there-- but he can't. What was it she wanted him to say again? ]

Oh, for Aidios' sake...!

[ The words tumble heedlessly from his lips. He's almost unaware of them.

Crow's competitive, but he's not incapable of admitting he's been beat-- not broken, he tells himself, but beaten. After all, he's still got that safeword he absolutely refuses to use. That's broken. ]

Just fuck me already!

[ ....That's not asking. Whoops. ]

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[Mechanical blood pounds in her ears. Tight, hot coils of pleasure sit in her stomach ready to spring violently free. An urge--a need--to devour everything he has gnaws at her very reason.

But the fingers that trail over his angry, desperate lips is slow and calm, her voice the same.]

"Please, Miss 80H."

[ Goddess. He's really going to have to say please if he wants anymore, and damned if he isn't so turned on by this side of her that he can barely think-- torn between being pissed off and horny. He takes a deep breath, and then another. Tries to calm down the pounding of his blood. Fails.

Shit. What does he need to say? ]

Please.

[ The word comes out in a choked-off gasp. Why does he need to learn manners?? He genuinely can't think of a reason, but he really is putty in her hands right now. ]

[It takes core strength as immense as it is deceptive for her to dip very lightly lower and pull herself back up before he can chase her. It's challenging for her not to simply sink onto him, to ride him that short distance until the end and let him fill her up so much--

But she resists. Because they are civilized people and that speaks to manners.

She pinches a nipple, walking the edge of pleasure and pain before her hips still once more, denying him everything.]

All or nothing, Crow-san.

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