TDM #5

[calderaevents]

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

FLAMEFRUIT SANGRIA a deep red wine based punch with chunks of softly glowing fruit floating in it. A single serving makes you feel relaxed, social, and maybe even a little flirty.

MOLTEN MEAD Though the thick drink itself is room temperature, it bubbles sluggishly, and feels very warm going down. The bold flavor affects your mood. You feel very bold! Like you could do anything!

BESALT BRANDY a hopefully staple drink for the brewery, this liquor is smooth and rich with a peppery bite. Ironically after consuming it, you kinda want to bite someone! Not hard! Just a little nip and nibble!

THAT ASHY ESPRESSO a single potent shot of dark espresso swirled with a gold-tinged cream. Intense and bitter with a hint of caramelized sugar. You are now very awake, hyper, and excited.

PYROCLAST'S WHISKEYa glossy black whiskey that turns a vibrant glowing orange when swirled. You now breathe fire.

EMBERMARK WINE a rich, velvety, spiced wine that immediately makes one feel mellow and calm.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

IGNACIA'S CRADLE/EMBER VEIL

Months ago, a piece of land from Heaven’s Bow fell from the sky and scarred the land below, damaging a part of the city. From that chaos and ruin rose new life, a new ruler, and a new city: Ignacia’s Cradle. Just a short walk from the edge of Grey Ward, the gates of the city are guarded by two massive obsidian golems, and any who did not rise from the lava itself are warned at the entrance that to travel about the city will be most difficult, unless they have obtained a way to mitigate the extreme heat: be that with a charm, an ability, or a potion. The very streets themselves are paved in slabs of volcanic rock, tall spires of buildings constructed and shaped by rapidly cooled lava. The main method of travel are the mine carts, with tracks that wind through the spires ready to take one to almost any location.

Currently, the main feature of Ignacia’s Cradle is the Lava Flats, home of skilled smiths that use the extreme heat of the lava to melt the strongest metals and create unbreakable weapons, glassmakers and jewelers who fashion elaborate headpieces, rings, and amulets. These items are sold at the Ember Market on the outskirts of the Flats.

At the edge of the city lies the Ashfall Terrace, where a small farm using the rich volcanic ash and soil is in its infancy, as well as the Basalt Brewery where clever alchemists are researching ways to use the extreme heat to craft new and unique beverages that they are eager to find folk to test them out on.

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The hot spring of Ignacia’s Cradle is a breathtaking anomaly located just beyond the Ashfall Terrace, tucked into a secluded crater formed by the celestial impact that gave rise to the city. Here, molten veins from the Lava Flats weave beneath the earth, heating a natural reservoir that bubbled to life amidst the chaos. The spring’s waters shimmer with an ethereal brilliance, hues of deep turquoise blending with molten gold and fiery orange, as though Heaven’s Bow itself left behind a fragment of its essence. Steam rises in curling wisps, carrying the tang of minerals and faint traces of sulfur.

The spring, known to locals as The Ember Veil, is both a sanctuary and a marvel of natural wonder. Its soothing waters are reputed to heal wounds and fortify the spirit, with the temperature kept in perfect balance by an intricate system of naturally formed vents and channels. The edges are lined with intricately carved obsidian benches, where patrons can soak their feet or meditate in the rising steam. Plants resistant to the intense conditions—vivid fire lilies and ash ferns—dot the perimeter, their resilience a symbol of life’s ability to flourish even in the harshest environments.

Sometimes, when two or more individuals share the waters, the spring creates a subtle connection between their minds, allowing memories to surface like ripples on its surface. These shared memories appear as glowing, translucent scenes that hover above the water, visible to all within the spring. Participants can relive moments from their lives, experiencing them through each other’s eyes, fostering profound empathy and understanding.

Another of the spring’s mystical properties occurs when bathers who enter the waters feeling drained, injured, or burdened by grief often find their vitality restored. The waters seem to draw out negative energies and emotions, replacing them with a warm, invigorating sensation that spreads through the body. In rare instances, the spring has been known to accelerate physical healing, mending minor injuries and soothing chronic aches, as though the magic itself is stitching the body back together.

A lesser-known but equally fascinating effect happens on particularly clear nights, when the moonlight reflects on the spring’s surface, some bathers report fleeting glimpses of potential futures. These visions are often cryptic, appearing as brief, dream-like flashes, but they have guided many to life-changing decisions. The alchemists of the Basalt Brewery believe this effect stems from residual cosmic energy, and they have begun experimenting with enhancing it through the addition of rare minerals and lunar elixirs.

RADIANT SUN

The day begins like no other, with the skies painted in hues of golden-pink as the Radiant Sun ascends. Its light spills over the world, warm and soft, caressing the land and filling every heart with a sense of peace. Beneath its glow, emotions of love and connection bloom like never before. Strangers exchange heartfelt smiles, old friends embrace as though no time has passed, and lovers find their feelings deepened, their bonds strengthened.

Even the air feels different—lighter, sweeter, as though the universe itself is celebrating. The songs of birds harmonize with the melodies of impromptu musicians who feel inspired by the sun’s radiance. Those with magical abilities sense their powers of healing and creation magnified, as if the sun itself lends its strength to their intentions. Long-held grudges seem to melt away under the sun’s tender gaze, replaced by tears of reconciliation and words of forgiveness.

The Radiant Sun touches every heart differently:

◾A widow finds peace as memories of her late spouse no longer bring sorrow but gratitude for the love they shared.
◾A timid youth finds the courage to confess their feelings to the person they’ve admired for so long.
◾A gruff warrior lets down their guard, laughing freely with their companions for the first time in years.

For a fleeting moment, the world feels as it should be—unified, harmonious, and drenched in love.

But as the day wanes and the Radiant Sun dips below the horizon, an unease begins to settle...

JEALOUS MOON

The golden light gives way to deep purples and silvers as the Jealous Moon rises, its glow pale and cold. Its light pierces the heart, not to warm it, but to expose the insecurities that lie buried within. Where love had flourished during the day, doubt begins to creep in.

Under the Jealous Moon’s influence, emotions twist and darken:

◾A once-reconciled pair of siblings argue over old grievances, as jealousy over perceived favoritism resurfaces.
◾A couple, who had spent the day lost in each other’s arms, now question each other’s loyalty and intentions.
◾A nobleman, inspired to be generous during the day, grows suspicious of those who received his gifts, fearing they may exploit his kindness.

The air grows heavy with tension, and the magic of the Radiant Sun fades, replaced by the sharp sting of distrust. The moon’s pale light seems to follow people like a judgmental gaze, amplifying every fear, insecurity, and lingering resentment.

Worse still, the night seems endless, as though time itself has bent beneath the weight of the Jealous Moon’s envious glow. For three long days and nights, the moon lingers high in the sky, its pale, piercing light casting a shadow over hearts and minds, amplifying discord and despair. Its power sows strife among even the closest bonds, driving some to dangerous extremes. Yet, when all seems lost, the scholars of the three factions unite their wisdom and uncover a glimmer of hope—a means to dispel the moon’s cruel influence. For those who have not yet succumbed to jealousy’s grip, there remains a chance to reclaim harmony, a chance for redemption before the damage becomes irreversible.

The solution lies not in complex rituals or rare relics but in the simplest and most instinctive actions: physical connection. To weaken the moon’s hold, people must embrace one another—offering a hug, a handshake, or even resting a hand on someone’s shoulder. These gestures of closeness disrupt the isolation and mistrust that the moon thrives upon. Sitting side by side or holding hands creates a barrier against its oppressive light, reminding the afflicted that they are not alone. Even small acts, like sharing warmth through proximity or clasping arms in solidarity, build a shield of connection that the moon cannot penetrate.

As these actions ripple through the night, the Jealous Moon’s light begins to dim, its sharp, cold glow softening until it fades from the sky entirely. The tension in the air lifts, replaced by a quiet calm that feels almost foreign after the chaos of the past three days. Slowly, the world seems to exhale, and the darkness that clung so tightly to the hearts of many begins to loosen its grip. People step back from the brink of despair, their minds clearing as if waking from a long, disorienting dream. Relationships strained by the moon’s influence begin to mend as apologies are exchanged, tears are shed, and bonds are reaffirmed.

ALL IS WELL(?)

With the Radiant Sun rising again, its golden-pink hues spilling across the horizon, life begins to return to normal. The birds resume their morning songs, markets reopen, and the hum of daily activity fills the air once more. Though traces of the moon’s influence linger in whispered memories, there is a collective sense of relief and gratitude among the people—gratitude for the light, for connection, and for a second chance to heal.

In the outskirts of Ignacia's Cradle, Aella and Terra, two of the three leaders of the factions, come together to address the gathered crowds. Together they assure the people that this celestial event was a rare anomaly, something never before recorded in the annals of history. They explain that while the Jealous Moon’s influence was unprecedented and deeply unsettling, it was a unique alignment of cosmic forces that is unlikely to occur again in their lifetimes—or ever.

The leaders thank the people for their resilience and compassion, emphasizing how their acts of unity—simple gestures of closeness and connection—proved stronger than the moon’s envy. They commend the scholars for their quick thinking and the Visitors for their role in guiding others through the chaos. Finally, they urge everyone to move forward, not in fear of what has passed, but with the knowledge that even in the darkest moments, their strength lies in the bonds they share.

QUESTBOARD

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.

*February will be the last month to complete quests for this rotation. New ones will go up on March 1st.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Caldera's fifth 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! Ignacia's Cradle and Ember Veil have been added, along with details about the Violet Drop regarding the Cult of Triton.

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

Participation in the Radiant Sun/Jealous Moon effects is not mandatory.

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[dontmindthedetails]

"Well, if you want to pull on my horns, you're more than welcome to," he says with a wink in response to the comment about pulling on antlers, a grin flashing over his face.

"And yeah, I have to imagine the only people not immediately into you just aren't into women in general," he adds with a laugh, picking up the box of matches and pulling one out. He can't remember the last time he had to start a fire manually, but it can't be that hard, right? Strike the match, put it in with the leaves and sticks, blow on it a bit, then fire! Easy. "Or plants, I suppose. But I could wax poetic about your star-like freckles and fey grace, the way you walk through the wild it's a part of you..."

He lets out a low whistle and wistful sigh, shaking his head with a smile. "Don't need that moonglow to lull me into submission, that's for sure."

[wildwarden]

"Oh yeah? Same goes for you." She tapped one of the strings of silver connecting the tip of an antler to the center point. "They're sensitive, especially near the base. I'll let you figure out my other weaknesses on your own." She winked.

She flopped down on the ground beside him, watching as he tried to light the fire. It really wasn't hard, but if he needed help, for whatever reason, all he had to do was ask.

"Be it far from me to stop a man from waxing poetically." Although such compliments tended to fluster her far more than more salacious flirtations, as evidenced by the now very obvious flush upon freckled cheeks. "I'm not good at all that myself — but I will say you are gorgeous, and unlike anyone I've seen before save maybe the tieflings."

She reached over — assuming he wasn't fiddling with something — and gently brushed her fingertips under his chin. "Submission, huh? Shame I didn't bring a few toys with me. But I think I can handle you. How do you feel about vines and bondage?"

Didn't hurt to ask.

[dontmindthedetails]

"Well then, I look forward to explorin' your dungeon, sweetheart," Furfur croons, leaning over to kiss Night Sky's cheek as she flops next to him.

It's not hard to get the fire going, it's just not easy, and it takes him a couple matches before he's got a steady flame going. Once it's strong enough that he can add a log or two, he settles down and reaches out to wrap one arm around Night Sky's waist and draw her up against his side. His tail curls around her as well, the spade tip resting lightly against her thigh.

He's not sure what to say in response to her compliments, nor to the way she brought up the tieflings, but her question about vines and bondage brings a grin to his lips and a laugh to his throat.

"Oh sweetheart, the stories I could tell about vines and bondage~" Furfur purrs, smile toothy and eyes glowing with mirth. "Separately, mind you. Never had the pleasure of officially combining them, but I've had a few encounters with Bramble Wights that've left me wanting. Now, my question for you is, how do you feel about thorns?"

[wildwarden]

Hm. More similarities to tieflings — and more similarities to Lucifer. Night Sky did not have enough information to guess his origins, but the tail and the horns were curious things. Luckily, she also didn't seem to care enough to outright ask. He seemed nice, he was into her, and she was into him.

"Do you want to find out how fun they are when combined?" She asked, fingers gently tracing the spade of his tail and down the length she could reach before it disappeared behind her hip. His question had her laughing. "Depends on what you mean. The answer is probably yes. I'm into most things if my partner is eager and willing. Could you elaborate?"

[dontmindthedetails]

Furfur shivers as Night Sky's fingers brush over his tail, the tip twitching up as if trying to follow her touch down as far as possible. Though not as strong of an erogenous zone as the base of his tail, the tip was still quite sensitive, and Furfur enjoys the slide of her fingers over the ridges along the spine.

"Oh, I most certainly do," he replies, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of Night Sky's neck. "And I'm a bit of a masochist." An understatement. "I like pain, and I was just thinking, if your vines happened to have sharp thorns on them, the kind that pierce my skin when I struggle... that'd be just fine by me."

[wildwarden]

As Furfur's lips pressed against her neck, Night Sky tilted her head with a giggle; offering him more freckle splotched skin to kiss.

"Mm. That's all? I can do that easily." Without much effort, really. After a moment, she shifted, leg hooking over his so she could slide into his lap, back to the fire he had just set, hands on his shoulders. "Any other requests? Positions you like? I'm open to anything, sweet thing. You name it."

[dontmindthedetails]

"Hey, some people don't like blood," Furfur chuckles as he accepts Night Sky's offer of more skin to kiss and trails his lips from behind her ear down to her shoulder. He lets out a soft hum as he lingers over her jugular, sharp teeth brushing against it without digging in. "Never hurts to ask."

Leaning back as Night Sky slides into his lap, Furfur rests his hands on her hips and leans in to steal a kiss from her lips. "I'm good with everything myself, gorgeous. Almost wish you did have those toys you mentioned, cuz I could go for a pegging, but since you don't..."

He shrugs one shoulder and smirks. "Truss me up however you like, beautiful. Whatever you want, I'm yours."

[wildwarden]

"It doesn't. I'd rather we be open and honest about what we want — I'm not out to make anyone uncomfortable." She groaned with the brush of teeth. Speaking of blood... "my blood is weird, by the way, if you ever taste it. Tastes sweet, like syrup." So do with that information what you will.

She pouted into the kiss. "Sorry, sweetness. Next time — I'll owe you a pegging." And she'd make good on it if he wanted it still.

"Good." For now, she was just going to kiss him, a hand cupping his cheek while the other drifted down to fiddle with whatever manner of clothing he had on so she could work to get it off. Body rocked, hips grinding down into his lap, legs astride his hips.

[dontmindthedetails]

"You really are a treat, aren't you?" Furfur laughs in response to Night Sky's comment about her blood, nipping lightly at her lips. He's tempted to go for her throat again, to really bite down and get a taste, but for now, he has more important things to do.

As Night Sky's hand slips down to undo his trousers, Furfur slides the straps of his suspenders off and grabs his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it off. With his chest bare, he grabs hold of Night Sky again, pressing her close so that their warm skin rubs together. His hand roam her body as she rocks against him, and he lays back against the ground, lifting his hips so that she can pull his trousers off more easily.

[wildwarden]

Quite the conundrum now, wasn't it? She found she quite enjoyed the way his hands felt on her body, and she certainly did not want him to stop. Alas, if he truly wanted the thorny vine bandage experience, she would have to sacrifice a little. Still, she relished in the affection for a moment longer — long enough to get his pants off and down, discarded off to the side along with anything he wore underneath, if he wore anything at all.

When she lifted back up to kiss him again, it was with the accompaniment of a few vines slithering along the ground like snakes, easing around his wrists and tugging his arms up above his head. Thornless, for now, but they would come in due time.

[dontmindthedetails]

It was the biggest conundrum of all time, as Furfur was quite enjoying putting his hands on her body. He loved the way her skin felt as he smoothed his palms down her back and up her stomach. He loved sneaking his fingers beneath the leaves on her chest and giving her breasts a squeeze. And he certainly loved kissing her everywhere his lips could reach, from lips to face to neck to shoulder to...

A soft whine fell from his lips as Night Sky pulled away to remove the last of his clothes, but it turned into a soft sigh as vines wrapped around his wrists, tugging them upwards. He lifted his hands over his head compliantly, only flexing his muscles and giving them a little tug to test them once he felt they were secure.

"Yanno, I know I asked for this, but part of me still thinks this is unfair." He pouts, giving Night Sky the saddest, most pathetic kicked puppy look he could manage.

[wildwarden]

Night Sky sat up, scooting until she was settled on his chest, fingers splayed over his clavicle. The vines were taut around his wrists and thick enough they would take some effort to break. More wound down his arms, slithered across his chest and around. More still on his legs, to assure they covered plenty of skin for the thorns to eventually pierce into.

"Aww, poor baby." She pouted back at him. "Will me sitting in your face make you feel better?"

[dontmindthedetails]

Furfur squirms a bit as more vines join the firsts, not resisting their pull so much as giving them something to pull against. Having his leg grabbed and yanked down makes his breath hitch, and he tips his head back to bask in the bliss of being bound. When he feels Night Sky settle on his chest, he looks back towards her, his eyes lighting up as she makes her suggestion.

"Worth a shot," he says, licking his lips and trying hard not to seem too eager. As if it wasn't obvious by the way his eyes raked over her body and his mouth filled with saliva at the thought.

[wildwarden]

Really made a girl feel good when someone looked at her like she was a five star meal. She chuckled and lifted her hips, making a show of pulling the leaves off her body to reveal what little had been hidden — pert nipples and the glistening lips of her cunt, the latter drawing closer when she straddled his face and hooked her feet just under his shoulders.

"Smack me with that tail of yours if you need to breathe." She had a feeling he wouldn't stop her even if he was dying, but just in case his freak didn't go that far. She lowered herself well within range of his mouth, and as she did so, those promised thorns began to emerge from the vines, sharp points digging into flesh, poised to puncture if he squirmed.

[dontmindthedetails]

A five star meal AND dessert. Furfur starts straining against the vines again as Night Sky pulls away her leaves, his head lifting to welcome the approach of her cunt with a flurry of haphazard kisses to her pelvic girdle. He didn't wait until she completely straddled his face to get started, his long, forked tongue sneaking its way past the lips of her cunt to tease her clit its twin tips moving independently of each other.

He moans as the lips of her cunt fully encapsulate his, his cock throbbing with heat and desire between his legs. It happens again as the thorns start to dig into his skin, the sound turning ragged as he thrusts his hips against the air and the thorns draw blood.

"Fuck yes," he gasps, head turned to the side just long enough for him to take a deep breath, then he dives back in, swirling his tongue around her clit then lapping along her cunt from her vag and back.

[wildwarden]

She didn't want to assume he might have a forked tongue, but she sure was delighted to find that he did. As much was evident in the heady moans she exhaled while she ground herself down into his face, slickness smeared across his lips and nose and chin. She could feel those moans rumbling through her core, and it only encouraged her to roll her hips faster, shivering with little ripples of pleasure.

His exclamation made her laugh, the sound stilted and stuttering. One of the vines uncurled, the thorns vanishing, so she could grasp it in her hand and yank — sinking sharp points further into his biceps and along his chest. She decided to test the waters, too, curling another thornless vine around his throat, squeezing just hard enough for him to feel it.