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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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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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Another hot whisper close to his lips, urging him onward]
You lay back this time.
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Just want to be a man about it and not a boy. But... I guess that's... that's kinda toxic masculinity.
[ He's read actual books about it and how not to fall into the various traps. He could elaborate but then Ankari is kissing him and he can't fight the shiver that zips up his spine. It's all excitement.
So he does as he's told, arranging himself once he's kissed Ankari down on the bed on his back, legs together but only for as long as it takes Ankari to move himself too. He'll make it easy for the elf to spread them as he gets comfortable. ]
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He wants to exude control of himself just as Tyler does, to express maturity suitable of the grown man that he is. Eagerness has a discomfort to it, like a garment that doesn't fit neatly upon the frame of manliness. Yet, there is nothing strong about being distant, cold, or unwilling with a sex partner.
Ankari shakes his mind from those thoughts when he's moving with Tyler, pulling himself around and overtop of the young man. It is his turn to dote a line down Tyler's neck and collar, peppering kisses in a trail to the center of his chest, moving further down with each press of lips. His hands press to Tyler's knees and then slip down his inner thighs as he parts the man's legs to fit between. The sight of him so aroused, stiff and dripping wet from a previous orgasm, practically knock the air out of Ankari.]
How did I get so lucky coming here... [he meant to just think this, but ends up muttering it aloud in his lowest voice. Tyler can't be the only one between them being embarrassing moment-to-moment]
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He can't contain another shiver as Ankari settles between his legs. There's something incredibly vulnerable about this, he realizes very belatedly. Ankari is so close to what's between his legs now, his T dick hard and aching for attention, his pussy soft and wet and just as needy.
And then Ankari mutters what he does and Tyler smiles wide, suddenly remembering that they're here being vulnerable together. There's a sweetness to Ankari that he's just not used to. People aren't really like that where he's from. ]
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Even if it does embarrass him to realize he said that aloud and Tyler is grinning about it. Hmph... well, no need to say more. His could better occupy his mouth about now.
Settling himself into place between Tyler's legs, he dips down to kiss that upright T-dick. A tentative kiss, at first... then a more firm one, eyes flicking up to Tyler's expression. A lap of tongue after, a slow drag to taste him so directly.]
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The battle with his hips is short-lived, his muscles straining to try and seek out more of Ankari's mouth. Even his eyes unfocus briefly as he surrenders himself to fully experience the sensations the elf is provoking. ]
Feels... really good.
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Tell me if it's not enjoyable. [he thinks that's a better option that if it hurts, because, yes, of course he should say so then. But also Tyler should say so if it's just... boring or too clumsy to be pleasurable. Ankari doesn't need his ego stoked up by false praise. Especially when he'll likely hear the insincerity...]
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[ So good that Tyler almost tells Ankari not to stop. It feels like a whole different kind of intimacy like this, laid back and doing nothing but enjoying the feel of a mouth sucking him off. The fingers are just as welcome, the warm wetness of his folds testament to how much he's enjoying this.
It's impossible to not want more, even though he still can recall the stinging when he'd tried to fit Ankari's cock inside him. His hands drift down of their own accord, fingertips grazing hair, then antlers as he reaches to hold some part of his new lover. ]
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That's- You... can grab them. Firmly. If you like to... guide me. [Hot, he does manages to only think and not say. He finally presses inside his fingers, just a couple to start, glad his nails are smooth and trim for such an act. Soft, too, not at all the callous hands of a working man. To ease any discomfort, or maybe just distract, he continues with his tongue's attention to Tyler's swollen clit, curiously feeling out the shape if it down to the base]
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That feels good - better than he'd imagined given the stinging before. He's wet enough - through both his own arousal and Ankari's mouth - that the fingers are lubricated as they start to bury inside. The resulting stretch is way more pleasant than the sharp sting of something too big without preparation. ]
Fuck, so-- so good.
[ His fingers have wrapped around the antlers now, pulling towards him as though he wants Ankari's mouth tighter around his tiny dick, stiff and needy on his tongue. ]
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His cock nudges down into the sheets of the bed, reminding him just how much he's aching from arousal at this. Ankari nearly reaches the hand he's bracing his weight with back to stroke himself. He stops when realizing he's not that skilled a multitasker. Losing his balance and headbutting Tyler in groin also sounds like a comedy of errors he's not willing to chance. Holding off for himself isn't something he's annoyed or irritated by, not when he's enjoying his mouth of the other man so much.
What he does consider is doing this again, with Tyler sat on the edge of bed and him on Ankari down on knees. Maybe that would be too degrading for another prince to find hot, but just the through makes Ankari moan again into Tyler's hot flesh.]
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It's an attractive idea, made even more of an experience by Ankari's moaning right up against his hard clit. Hardly expecting to find himself in a position like this - one where he's trying to figure out if he likes fingers or tongue more - his fingers stroke at the antlers, steering firmly but not forcefully. ]
H-harder. You can push your fingers in harder and deeper...
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The knowledge that Tyler wanted to take his cock into so much wet, tight heat is intoxicating. Even if it's not meant for tonight, Ankari would be eager for it, can only imagine the sensation around the length of his dick instead of his elegant fingers.]
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He can feel another orgasm so close to cresting, the tremble in his thighs and the way his fingernails start pressing tight into his own palm, wrapped around those horns. ]
Can you fit in another?
[ Finger, he means. His mind is still very much set on having Ankari's cock inside him. ]
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While Ankari isn't sure where is best to aim his fingers, his guess is upward towards Tyler's clit. He might just chance a press into the man's g-spot, all while continuing to suck him off with sex soaked lips and an attentive tongue.]
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He yells out in surprised pleasure, thighs trying to squeeze together despite the obstruction, back arching and toes curling. There's little chance of him fighting off the building tide of his climax and all he can do is try rocking his hips for another touch like that to send him spiralling over the edge. ]
Please--
[ The plea is exhaled rather than spoken. ]
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Ankari looks up with just... sheer satisfaction at the sight. Tyler's a mess in the best way, by his efforts, he's giving himself the moment of pride to see that before him.]
Right there? [he teases with a more deliberate push into that spot, lapping again at Tyler's T-dick in turn. Ankari hopes that'll push him over that final edge of an additional orgasm, that Tyler will squeeze those sturdy antlers of his as hard as he can in full body tensing bliss and release.]
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[ If anybody in the boarding house had been unaware of their choice to pass time like this, it's likely they know now. Tyler cries out in verging on broken pleasure, his voice carrying far beyond just the four walls of the room.
And Ankari gets what he wants without needing to ask. Tyler's ass lifts clean off the mattress, hips arching hard against his mouth and then thighs clamping together. This time Tyler's spasming pussy clenches around Ankari's fingers, rewarding him for his particularly well-placed attention. ]
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He would have been worried he accidentally pushed too far and hurt Tyler if not for the pulsing spasm of his inner walls around Ankari's searching fingers. The throb of his clit against Ankari's tongue, too. He can't much move, held very much in place by Tyler, but he rubs that sensitive spot just a couple more times to be sure the orgasm really lasts. Guessing at how long before it's too much, he slips his fingers out once Tyler's pussy stops convulsing around him.
To feel that intensity of orgasm around his cock- Ankari shivers between the young man's legs, more aroused than he'd ever been. He's fit to burst himself at a light breeze it feels like, erection bricked up harder than he thought he could even get]
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Glancing down between his legs, he can't help but grin stupidly at Ankari. What a way to spend the evening, he's starting to wonder why he'd ever had reservations about having sex. It's a powerful thought, one that he keeps hold of as he speaks. ]
You're really good at that.
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G-g, good... glad I'm... good at something... [it's tired relief, but relief all the same. He didn't disappoint! That's a prize to win, being inexperienced as he is. Or maybe Tyler isn't all that difficult to please, Ankari lucking out again. He doesn't know, he feels a bit dizzy with still pent up desire and also satisfaction he could again please Tyler.
He catches himself after a moment, pulling his bloom back up hastily. Don't ruin the moment looking like a goblin, urghhh...]
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It's equally very clear that Ankari is desperate for release and Tyler doesn't intend to deny him. Hopefully this time the preparation will do. ]
Do you want to try me being on top again?
[ A pause and then, to clarify: ]
I do.
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Trouble is, I might burst the moment you touch me, lad.
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