calderamemes | TDM #4

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TDM #4

ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU

WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”

You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.

Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES

The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.

SEASON OF LIGHT

The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...

THE GRAND MASQUERADE

Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.

THE SKY'S ASCENSION

At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.

THE SEA'S SECRETS

On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.

THE LAND'S EMBRACE

In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.

QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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Dion gives the hinges an assessing glance. Whilst he does not actually suspect the door is at much risk of such, it may well make an unattractively worrying rattling noise. He casts a look over his shoulder, eyeing the spacious bit of unoccupied wall that's opened up.

Dion gives a brief squeeze to Joshua's front, then steps back.

"Pray idle by your bedside stand whilst I fetch our oil. If you're feeling particularly eager, mayhap remove your trousers as well."

It's comical how quick Joshua is to hurry over toward his bedside, fingers finding the clasps of his trousers to undo and shimmy out of them. At least in this particular outfit he's lacking the usual bits and bobs that adorn him and soon enough he's hopping from one foot to the other to tug his legs out of each hole.

He can still feel the haunting pressure of that squeeze to his front, left wanting so much more as he stands in his undergarments and the rest of his outfit, long legs bared.

"Any other requests?"

Dion retrieves their oil and glances back to Joshua in time to catch him hopping about whilst removing his trousers. He smothers a laugh and lets his gaze travel up the length of those bared legs, then into the maroon ruffles and back down.

Dion unties the smooth rope around his own waist to part his own garments sufficiently for the proceedings, then saunters his way back over to Joshua with a grin. He crowds him close to the wall and trails his blunted claw up the length of his thigh.

"Smallclothes next. You shall need full use of your legs for this."

"I see." The clawed fingers trailing up the expanse of his thigh are a promise of what is yet to come, one Joshua is eager to see Dion make good on.

"Shall I take them off then? Or was that an honour you'd rather have?"

He's just teasing, of course, but the push and pull of their words is something they seem to enjoy between on another.

It is certainly exciting to have a lover so eager. Not that Terence wasn't, but they hadn't quite the time nor privacy for such games. Games, he is quickly finding he rather enjoys.

"Pray allow me."

Dion hooks his claws into Joshua's waistband and tugs his smallclothes down. Once they loosen about his knees, he lets them drop to Joshua's ankles. His hand curls beneath his lover's thigh then, and hoists it up about his own waist.

"Preparing you in this position will be a touch more difficult, but I believe we'll manage."

Ah, there go his bottoms. He steps out of them once they've fallen to his ankles, laughing as they catch on his toes when Dion lift's his leg to curl around his waist.

"I do believe we will...I think you've found out by now that I am rather flexible when I need to be." His toes wiggle, undergarments falling unceremoniously to the floor.

"I'll bend however you need me to, Dion."

"Charming," he muses, and presses a quick kiss to Joshua's lips. It is not a position he would be attempting were Joshua still ill-accustomed to intimacy, but they've rather overcome that discomfort since.

With Joshua's leg secured, Dion shifts the oil to his clawed hand and uncorks it to spill down his unadorned fingers. His foot kicks Joshua's a bit wider as he reaches down between them and carefully shifts to touch at his lover's entrance.

"Well that I had you this morning.."

A groan escapes him with ease, legs spreading as Dion's fingers make themselves apparent. Well that the prince did take him in the morning, leaving him far more prepared than he would be otherwise to have him now. They had been indulging a lot more in one another with far more frequency...not that Joshua was complaining.

"How wonderful that you did...now you can take me again with little effort."

Dion flashes a grin and presses in the first fingertip. "Still so eager.."

He had thought Joshua's initial ardour would fade after the first week or so, but it seems the man may simply be insatiable. And Greagor, how gratifying it is that his body yields to his touch so much more easily. He has the first finger fully slotting in and out of him with relative ease. It is difficult to imagine a day he will not marvel to feel the intense heat of him.

"Mmn, I'd have had you earlier if I'd not been concerned about ruining this wonderful outfit before we ever arrived."

Of course he was still eager. Joshua can't imagine being anything but eager when it comes to Dion. Simply spending time with him, even if they weren't being intimate, was something Joshua was happy to indulge in. Having Dion atop him in their bed was even better.

He accepts his finger with ease and a purr of a moan, hands settling on Dion's shoulders for added balance.

"You needn't have concerned yourself with that. I do enjoy that you find me dashing though, dressed as I am."

Dion shifts to accommodate Joshua's weight and carefully begins to work in the second digit. He takes more time with this one to ensure he does not push Joshua too quickly in a new position.

"You are certainly beautiful in aught else you wear, but it would have been a shame to not be afforded the opportunity to show you off in such a particularly compelling fashion.."

"You enjoy parading me around then?" His arms slip further forward to hook around Dion's neck more securely. "Letting everyone know who I belong to?"

He's teasing, of course, but there's also truth to his questioning words. He wants to know just how much Dion wants him, if the two fingers already inside of him weren't enough of an indication.

Dion colors and feels faintly ridiculous for doing so when he has two fingers pumping steadily into Joshua. As one whom has yet to commit his heart, it is mayhap not his place to possess, but certainly that has been his meaning each time he set his arm about Joshua's waist.

"Showing off my good fortune," he admits. "That you have chosen me above the rest.."

"Your good fortune." He huffs out a chuckle as his head falls back against the wall behind him. "I'm blessed to be considered such."

There's a curl of his toes as he lifts his hips slightly, adjusting the angle Dion's fingers move to meet him.

"I ought to give you one of my feathers. They're considered lucky."

Dion hums as Joshua shifts and adjusts in turn to begin working in the third finger. The idea of possessing one of the Phoenix's feathers is a charming one.

"I would be honored. Though I'm afraid Bahamut has little to offer you in turn. Mayhap I could pry a scale from somewhere.."

His nails scratch lightly down the back of Dion's neck as he relaxes against the intrusion of a third digit. "Only if it did not cause you undue harm."

While the thought of having one of Bahamut's scale to claim as his own is enticing, he doesn't want to cause Dion any pain.

The scratch of Joshua's nails lights up sensation beneath his skin. Dion jerks against him, wanting, and his fingers slide deeper more quickly than he intends.

"No harm," he breathes against Joshua's mouth. "It will grow back."

It's a bit of an unexpected pace, to suddenly feel the digits buried so deep inside all of a sudden, but it isn't unpleasant. The gasp against Dion's mouth as he speaks against his lips has Joshua swallowing hotly.

"As...as long as you are certain."

Perhaps he could have it fashioned into a little pendant.

Joshua seems all right at least. Dion keeps his fingers still to give him more time to adjust before slowly beginning to work them.

"I shall try it when next I semi-prime."

As soon as the fingers begin to move Joshua groans, head tipping back against the wall with a muffled thud. Being stretched in such a fashion feels wonderful...but it'd be better if it was his cock, admittedly.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Oh, Joshua is sweet. Each time Dion bears witness to the man's responsive gasps and groans, he is charmed and his blood heats anew.

"What I wish," he breathes against Joshua's neck, fingers moving with more surety. "Is to take you against this wall, Little Bird."

Dion's breath is hot against his throat, tantalizing as his fingers tease and work him loose even further.

"Then take me, Dion." He huffs out the prince's name, lashes low as he looks at him from under them. "What are you waiting for?"

It is all the invitation he needs.

Dion takes care to ease his fingers out of Joshua rather than yank them, but then it is a frustratingly delicate process to peel his clothes apart enough to draw out his cock with Joshua's leg about his hip. By the time he has himself in hand, he is throbbing with want and barely manages to smear a bit of oil over himself before he is hoisting Joshua up enough to get his cock beneath him. Just pushing the head of it against that well-prepared heat has him groaning and rocking up into it. Slowly, he begins to press himself in.

"How deviant," he says, meeting that coy gaze with a look that invites him to play along. "Begging me to take you at such a public event.."

At the intrusion his back arches to accommodate and he's left moaning in reply, clawing at the nape of Dion's neck. "I'm the deviant one? Look at yourself..."

The prince had him pinned against the wall with his cock slotted up inside of him. How more devious could one get?

"As for begging...can I truly be blamed for wanting you when you're so irresistible?"

"Irresistible," he repeats, shuddering through the sharp nails at his neck and the sinful heat gripping his cock as he buries himself as deeply into Joshua as he can manage.

He'd meant to follow that up with something in turn, but lust burns the words from memory. Dion's hand reaches down to pull Joshua's other leg up about his waist, leaning in to better keep him braced against the wall as he does so.

"The only downside to this is your high collar," he decides with a short laugh. "Ah, Goddess, but you feel divine."

If anyone's reading this far, NSFW territory

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