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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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[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.

[ Ah, Goddess, the sound he makes when she pinches at his nipple, when she dips ever-so-slightly lower on him. It's his loudest, lewdest moan yet-- wanton and full of desire. ]

80H. Please.

[ She wanted her name, right? He really can't concentrate any further than how much he wants to be inside her in this moment. ]

[She remembers Crow's sense of spite and a part of her believes that even now, if she pushes the wrong way, he might cut his off his nose to spite his face, or let his cock suffer even more.

That is fine.

He will learn now or he will not. He will let himself have relief or he will suffer and suffer and suffer. Either way, it will be beautiful and delightful. Ah, she is enjoying this so much right now, she can barely stand it, even as it is not enough.

Water is flexible, it changes shape, it moves around obstacles instead of confronting them directly. It is soft in it strength.

She is not water.

She is ice. She is a glacier: grand, frozen, stalwart and absolutely uncompromising. She grips his face, her fingers sturdy against his (exquisite) jawline and she speaks carefully, unwilling to brook argument or misunderstanding.]

All. Or. Nothing.

[He can take his time, but he will get it right.]

[ He's got some sense of spite to be sure, but not if it leaves him blueballed and dirty in the middle of a forest because he wouldn't be polite. That being said, he once more tries to arch up into her but it's no good. She's in complete and total control and every inch of his body is achingly aware of it. ]

What's.... what is it you want... again...?

[ He's not trying to be sassy, he really is having a difficult time thinking past his dick. ]

[Oh.

That is simply precious, really. She can hardly hold that against him and her grip loosens, not quite a reward, but there is no need to be as punitive if he means to try and please her.]

"Please, Miss 80H, let me come."

[ Oh. Now he remembers why he was being difficult. ]

..."Miss"? Really?

[ Like. REALLY???? Which isn't to say that he's not trying to work himself up to actually getting that out, but he's just gotta ask. ]

[This is nearly nostalgic, arguing about this. It's a good thing she isn't smiling because it might have fallen for a moment, but she shoves those thoughts aside to return to the present.]

Courtesy never hurt anyone.

[ For Aidios's sake.

Crow takes a deep breath and lets out out slowly. Okay. If he's going to do this, he's going to be as theatrical as possible. He looks up at her and it's not hard to look debauched when he pretty much feels that way anyway. ]

Please, Miss 80H-- [ The words are coming out breathlessly. ] Let me come!

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[She has what she wants.

It does not matter that he is being dramatic or trying to save his pride, there is no way he can know just how far gone he's looked until this point and that is all that matters. That, and his compliance.]

Very well.

[She snaps her fingers and the cock ring disappears and at the same time she takes him to the hilt, becoming a sheath of heat and wetness and wanting.

And then she is riding him. Hard, fast, with no quarter nor mercy given. It is difficultto say if it is kindness or cruelty, but she will not stop until the end. For him and herself.]

[ Honestly, he's still pretty far gone-- he barely got his shit together enough to pull that off.

And then all at once-- she's surrounding him, riding him-- warm and wet and everything he needs in this moment. She's barely started moving against him before he's crying out, falling over the edge as he's coming hard. He's moving in rhythm with her, chasing after every last drop of pleasure until he's spent. ]

[The force of his orgasm sends her falling after him, guiding him down, down, down into the warm waves below. Her cry is overtaken by his, but that is the only thing; she comes just as hard and her eyes white out, assaulted by nearly too much pleasure to process.

Crow, Crow, Oh Crow, he feels so good and she can feel him spill inside her harder than he ever has, like a lance of heat that starts with him but shoots through the entirety of her. Through her stomach, to the tips of her breasts and all the way up her spine until she is all but singing in praise of him, her voice is so sweet.]

[ Obscenities fall carelessly from his lips as he comes, babbling and half-aware at best as pleasure shoots like lightning through him. He comes slowly back to himself, in bits and pieces as the world slowly reassembles itself. He twitches and trembles, his head thunking softly onto the ground beneath him. She was always good, that was never a question-- but this time was amazing and he can't help but admire that. ]

F-fuck-- [ And there's no artifice in the breathy way he speaks this time. ] You really know how to show a guy a good time, huh?

[She tuts lightly, though there is no real threat or harshness in her voice.]

Language.

[She's been watching and continues to watch him as things right themselves for him. Her own pleasure has yet to entirely ebb away but she focuses in spite of that to catologue every twitch, every breath, every piece of sense finding its way back to him. ]

And I should think so.

[She's only been showing him perfect times every time now, even if this is something else. Still.

Idly, she fixes her hair, smoothing it all back into place before checking in a mirror made of her magic that fades to nothing again. Perfect.]

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shouts sorry into the night

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