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TEST DRIVE MEME 002
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.
You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from a temporary retreat from the wintry weather. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is running actively again as the weather warms back up from the recent snowstorm.
As you explore, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike, and the weather isn't quite amenable to your lack of.
Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.
This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. Parts of the house still bear the dust of disuse, gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. However, it's already full of people! Anyone who's already appeared in the village just as you did today lives here. Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, and some scorch marks still linger from a recent fire, and some furniture is still lying around in splinters.
Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!
OFFERINGS FOR ULANTI
The festival starts in the middle of the night, when the sun and the children are safely tucked into bed. The streets come alive with dancing locals, their faces painted red and purple and black and yellow. They all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! market stands and kind neighbors will gladly provide clothing befitting the occasion to anyone who asks.Notably, the locals' choice of clothes reveal a mark on their bodies. An astute person will notice that there are four varieties — and a very astute (
In addition to dancing and the lighting of any number of candles, you may stumble upon fighting rings inspired by Terry Silver's basement club, where the locals brawl until they're bloody and unable to move. Elsewhere, amongst the performance of a number of erotic dancers, you might come upon a face you recognize — naked and collared and caged, tongue pressed to the bars to taste anyone who'll stop and give them a little attention.
Temporary night market food stands offer various forms of alcoholic beverages and sweet and savory street food in suggestive shapes — sausages, popsicles, flowering cupcakes. many of them represent hedonistic indulgences and displays of wealth that the town usually does not seem to possess. This bounty, they attribute to the Duchess' patronage — and much of it is dosed with herbs and additives that enhance the sexual appetites and aggression in any who consume them.
Another kind of temporary stand has been erected — while new arrivals may at first mistake these for some kind of bathroom, it becomes apparent upon entry that they are partitioned stalls with gloryholes drilled between them. Some stalls are closed with an anonymous stranger waiting inside for someone to push a part of themselves through the hole to be lavished with mystery touches; others are fully unoccupied, should your character wish to lock themselves in and wait on the small wooden stool for a partner to offer themselves.
Anyone native to Rubilykskoye will take the time to answer questions about the festival of Ulanti, which functions as a way to purge their bad energy ("zadza") and sate their inner beasts ("duchozweirz"). They encourage characters to join the festivities — which range from staged sexual performances to sadism and masochism designed to feed the desire for violence. all appetites are welcome here, and there are only two rules: (1) stay away from the unmarked, which refers to the locals' prepubescent children; (2) hold nothing back.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try entering the fighting rings, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!
the fathomless dark of pajak wood
At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches. In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.
Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
In addition to the spiders, you may come across the sharp-toothed furred yetis that emerged during the snowstorm, still looking for a meal. Each one hunts alone, a fifteen-foot-tall shambling creature that drips black ooze and super-chills the air around it until your skin feels tight and icy. If it gets the drop on you, you're likely to be its dinner. It has emerged from a long summer hibernation to enjoy the colder weather, and it's starving.
Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?
In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!
HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US
Uh oh spaghetti-os.
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter.
Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
someone else transforms
The baker, Nile Yoren, is a likable, middle-aged woman who can fill any request — wheat, rye, even nut breads. She boasts that her sourdough starter belonged to her grandmother. Today, when you enter her shop — to help out or to get a muffin or a bag of rolls — something is off. Her smiling face isn't behind the counter. Around the back wall, you hear the crackling of the oven. But when you call, she doesn't come out. You have to go back and look for her. What you find is not just the oven crackling, but nile herself — twisted into an incandescent monster of human flame, the flickers of dark orange light like a face howling in agony amidst the yellows and reds and whites. Before you can scramble away, the creature lunges at you. Defend yourself or flee, or her inner beast will be feeding itself on you.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
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So he tries to repeat what he's done already, lips and tongue practically worshipping the skin he finds. It's the best kind of overwhelming - to taste Ankari's skin, feel the warmth of it against his mouth as he sucks at it.
Eventually he can't help himself, shifting up just enough that he can straddle Ankari's hips again. He angles his own hips just well enough that when he rocks them, every inch of the underside of Ankari's hard cock is treated to the wet warmth of his arousal. It drags a moan from Tyler, his little T-dick hard and tingling as he grinds it against the elf's cock. ]
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Worries that suddenly escape him, washed out like he was caught in a riptide. Tyler adjusts and presses down against his length, dragging hot and wet across him. Knowing he's worked up the other man so much is one thing, but actually feeling it is another. That's- So much-]
Ty-! [Ankari's voice catches on a gasp and then the air leaves him, awkwardly groaning out in some incoherent jumble of sounds- Before he can hold back, react at all really to himself, he's coming. A thick rope of release splatters his naked navel and likely Tyler's clit grinding against him. The man overtop of him certainly gets a good look at Ankari lost in that abrupt moment, tensing up and tossing his head back. His fingers dig into Tyler where they last found themselves, pressing down with fingerpads rather than nails, dragging deep over muscles as if trying to reach into skin.
It's a brief, if blissful moment. Give Ankari just a moment and he'll be mortified to be so easy, so quick, like some foolishly eager teen. For the few seconds it can last, though, he's swept away in the best way]
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But he's intrigued as he watches Ankari's release hit him in ropes, gaze flicking up to catch a glimpse of his expression as he does. It feels so intimate sharing this, almost too much as he's faced with a vulnerability he didn't really think about before. The bite of nails at his arms is grounding in a way he needs.
Not that it changes how much he's enjoying this, which he is, all the more because he's sharing this new experience with Ankari specifically. ]
Guess that's the second compliment you've given me in a matter of minutes.
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Haah... Tyler, That took me... off all guard. [he wasn't really holding himself back, the sudden rush of pleasure rushing him over the edge without any warning.] Clearly.
[nobody else has ever made him come before. He thinks on how strange it is to fall apart like that beneath another, to be witnesses in such throes of orgasm... Tyler is probably wondering if he'll get his own]
I'm not spent, I promise... I do have some stamina to spare. [mostly because he really wants more of this experience with Tyler, encroaching exhaustion can be held off for now]
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Mostly, he hadn't expected to get laid when he'd been all turned around in the thrumming crowds the day before, ending up in a gloryhole of all places for shelter, or safety. Regardless, he grins in amusement, glad at least that Ankari is clearly enjoying himself. ]
Good, I wasn't going to let you off solo.
[ It really is a joke but Tyler certainly intends to get his, too. He drops down onto the bed next to the elf, laid on his back shoulder to shoulder and reaching across to pluck up Ankari's hand from his face. Slowly he guides it to rest at a bare thigh, his waiting clit resembling more of a tiny, hard dick than the barely visible nub pre-testosterone.
It's probably clear where Ankari can use his fingers to jerk him off, but Tyler doesn't leave the elf to guess. Instead he starts to jerk himself off, finger and thumb sliding up and down his hard clit, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in pleasure. ]
I really want you to do this to me.
[ It's weirdly easy to ask for exactly what he wants, it turns out. ]
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If that's not immediately inspiring of utmost desire, Ankari isn't sure what is...]
I want to do that to you. [he echoes, almost flatly because it's so clear to him, so obvious that he would share that desire.] Get into my arms this instant...
[almost an order, that. He shifts himself towards Tyler, bundling both arms around the younger man. He angles himself behind one of Tyler's shoulders, leaning to kiss him on the temple and then cheekbone. One arm hooks to hold around his hip and the other dips down between his legs, two soft fingerpads pressing over and then splitting around the head of his clit. A gentle touch at first, exploratory, seeking out that warm and aroused wetness, minding Tyler's react to what he's testing out]
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In the end he sucks air in through his teeth, hips rocking into Ankari's hand as though he's trying to fuck it. The slick between his legs is at least lubricating this entire adventure, not to mention some of Ankari's cum. ]
Fuck, that feels so good.
[ So good that he's verging on feeling overcome with how turned on he is, as though he can feel the edge of what he wants to ask for but isn't sure of the shape of it yet. The way Ankari's fingers keep brushing over his wet slit urges him to tilt his hips up just a fraction, until he can feel a little more pressure. Enough that he can imagine what they'd feel like inside of him. ]
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I'll do as you wish, lad, whatever you find you like... [Since, well, neither of them know too well. That is what this experience is helping figure out.
Tilting his head to Tyler's eyes, he smirks a bit at how different they look from his own, how short and cutely round. He wonders... how sensitive they are? It's a well known elves affection to suck or nibble on ears. So, he presses a kiss to the lob with a first-timer's curiosity to the gesture,]
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That teaser just makes him hungry for more, the way his clit is being lavished with attention and fingers playing at his pussy, it's sending him rocketing ever closer to an orgasm that's been building this whole time. ]
I'm so close...
[ It's a whispered confession, made even more true by the kiss that's pressed against his earlobe, arousing because it's attention from the very person he's aching for. ]
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He wants nothing more than to bring Tyler to orgasm, cheekily considering it pay back,]
Push my hand away when you've had enough... I won't stop until you're satisfied. [his own whisper of a confession, heated and right to Tyler's ear. Ankari can't much help the impulse, either, he catches the man's ear in his mouth and carries the rounded edge in his teeth. Fingers continue to stroke and flick at his T-dick, unrelenting even if Tyler seems to hit his orgasm, wishing to really drag it out for him. As promised, he'll take his hand away if Tyler bats it away, but not until then. Not until he's come all he wants too]
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It's not so much that his ear is highly sensitive, more than he likes the feel of it between teeth. It's different enough for him to be taken by it, especially as he gasps and groans. Hips still rocking into Ankari's hand, he finally orgasms, pussy clenching around nothing as it spasms and he arches his chest in pleasure, almost writhing with it. ]
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As does the pulsing heat beneath his fingers, which continue to rub into Tyler's clit. A slow, relentless pressure that he hopes can extend that orgasm for the other man, make it last, really drag it out for the most enjoyment. Ankari wants Tyler to have that, maybe even think of the elven prince he first decided to fool around with when stroking himself off another time-
Or they could just do this again and again. A tantalizing thought, that.]
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He turns his gaze - admittedly hazy - onto the elf, corners of his lips turning upward. Something resembling fondness and gratitude maybe. But above all else, a strong sense of safety. Tyler feels safe here in this space. ]
That was so good.
[ An understatement, for sure, but all his brain is capable of putting together for now. ]
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I'm happy to oblige. [He always want to oblige in another passionate kiss, if this one is almost... lazier. Slower, not building up, but easing down from the high. Ankari keeps himself held snug to Tyler, enjoying the man in his arms more than he could imagine. He's erect again, but there's no urgency about himself. Nothing is on his mind except further doting on Tyler.]
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So he slides a hand down the elf's flank, fingers gliding up Ankari's cock almost feather-light before deciding he really wants to go all the way. He couldn't have asked for a better partner for this. ]
Ready for more?
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If it is not too much to ask of you... Yes. [So many years of being hungry for this touch, this intimacy. He can't say he's satiated, but he'd be grateful for the taste he's gotten. The last thing Ankari wishes is to push too far and mess up the pleasantness between them. It feels inevitable, that something with go too wrong to come back from, but he's not shying away now. Such desire is a true motivator, able to push through untold amount of fear, he's realizing this only just now. Late blooming, so to speak.]
As far as you like to go with me, Tyler.
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His clit is tingling again, arousal never really having left even after his orgasm. The perks of being so new to this, he figures. What's most noticeable though is the desire he feels for wanting to be filled. The teasing of Ankari's fingers earlier is still playing on his mind. He's just not very experienced with knowing what he should be suggesting they do before they dive right into the deep end... in every manner of the words.
He presses another deep kiss to Ankari's lips and then extricates himself, a little pushy as he attempts to move them into a similar position as before. If he's allowed to he'll guide Ankari onto his back again, the opportunity to straddle his thighs not one that slips by. He's still wet between his legs, slick as he shimmies himself up just enough to tease the head of Ankari's cock with his wet warmth. ]
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Ankari gives a soft, breathless laugh to ease his own nerves, some, half-joking]
I'll do my best to not come so quickly as the last... [this is not a promise, he cannot promise this at all]
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[ Zero judgement from Tyler either way, something that he's hoping is clear but doesn't take the time to make sure because he's reaching between them, almost impatient. His intentions are, in this moment, pretty singular. He's not finessed enough in the art of having sex that he knows Ankari's cock is on the bigger side and the hole he wants it in is comparatively tight.
So he doesn't delay in starting to rub the head of Ankari's cock up against his wet pussy, bracing himself a little as he starts to press down and immediately realizes how much it stings. ]
Oh-- ouch.
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Slow down... Please. [he'll make that call early, maybe hoping to spare Tyler some of his pride] C, c-certainly don't push yourself for my sake...
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I'm... too tight.
[ He sounds deeply disappointed at this, as though he's starting to feel like maybe he shouldn't have pushed to this new position because now he can't actually follow through on it. ]
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Would you rather I use my fingers? [if Tyler wants to feel something inside of him, there's no need in Ankari's mind to just straight to... a probably too large cock for a first time.]
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The nod is firm and final, Tyler on board with the idea though not yet moving. His hand wraps around Ankari's cock and tugs a few times, as though apologizing he's not holding up his end of this unspoken bargain. ]
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Do humans enjoy sex with their mouths? I could try using my fingers and tongue. [Ankari would not know if this an expected thing for humans as it is for elves, whoops... let along if it is normal, but simply unappealing to Tyler, which is also fair to ask after]
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[ Tyler's voice cracks in embarrassing arousal at the idea. The fact he's so quick to answer betrays how little chill he truly has in this moment. It sounds like everything he wants - minus Ankari's cock which he's determined to have later.
He clears his throat and tries again: ]
Yeah, that sounds good.
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