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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex) It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves. Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over! While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well: In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame. Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles. Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here. For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst. |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink) Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects. The menu: Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro! |
 (cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism) A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park. This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another. If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character is a night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, they are a Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
You up for some hurt/comfort?
The wise thing to do is to concentrate on the present and do the best she can to survive in this strange, new world. Just as she did before.
Jill doesn't really care if the bow is pretty. She was basically wearing rags while enslaved by the Iron Kingdom. And this? The biggest complaint she has about this is the lack of it.]
You have my thanks.
[A sly smile graces her lips. Whether he witnesses it, or not, she doesn't know. It seems she can't lock everything into a box.]
Do not sell yourself short. You're always a Shield, as long as you have something to protect. And if you are separated? Find something else. You'll be reunited soon enough. And then you'll have two.
[Jill then squirts some of the lotion into her palm, rubs her hands together, and starts to spread it over her face, ears, and chest.]
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Leon Kennedy. Despite the circumstances.
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Shit, did I hurt you? [He's guessing maybe he'd pulled a little too tightly on the cloth when he tied it, so it had pinched some of her sunburnt skin or maybe just the feeling of the cloth against her skin was enough to make the burn sting. The quiet, choked back cry really has him concerned and he puts a hand softly on her shoulder, tilting his head to try to get a better look at her face, desperate to try to figure out what he can do for her.]
Hey, are you okay?
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Maybe it's just that this is a lot. But is it really all that different from the events of her past? Well, there was less sex back then, and hopefully less killing here. She'll deal with this just like she did before.]
I'm fine. I was just, reminded of someone. There's no need to worry. I appreciate your concern though, as with your help.
[Jill half-turns to face him, smiling lightly but again, is taken aback when she notices how much Leon looks like Clive. Not to mention even more of the images his lack of clothes provokes.
She was in a similar circumstance only hours before she awoke in front of the doors.
This time, she's a little better at hiding her mourning, though. However her smile does slowly fade.]
You resemble him. [She pauses a moment in brief hesitation, before speaking up again.] We should probably get out of the sun. Would you mind accompanying me? I haven't bothered to really acquaint myself with anyone here yet. If it's no trouble, of course?
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[He's ready to drop it, getting the feeling that just his presence is somehow upsetting her but she ends up saying more about it. Just, not that much more. A 'him', which is unsurprising.] Okay.
You sure you want me to come with you? You seem a little... [He swishes his lips thoughtfully, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment. He'd already gone through his own quiet, internalized, existential break down after arriving here and finally having a minute to accept things. It occurs to him that maybe it's just now hitting her and it really is a lot once you start trying to process everything.]
You know what, yeah, probably best to have some company. There are a few chairs over there. [He motions over to a small cluster in the shade.]
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[It is indeed. a lot and honestly, Jill is still processing it; little by little.
It seems some things are destined to repeat themselves.
She seems to have recovered from, whatever had caused that reaction, and offers a small smile at his suggestion.]
Thank you, Leon. Company would be much appreciated.
[Jill flips her long hair back over her shoulder and stands, politely waiting for him to do so as well before making her way over to the set of chairs. She seats herself in a regal manner and folds her hands in her lap.]
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[Her posture, the way she speaks and holds herself, it definitely doesn't escape his notice.
In contrast, he heads toward the nearest chair, plops down and relaxes back again. The heat is actually perfect in the shade and while wearing practically nothing. And, god, did he need a vacation. He doesn't exactly feel totally comfortable with what he's been given to wear, but all things considered, this is still pretty nice.
He threads his hands behind his head, letting his eyes close.]
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You wouldn't happen to be an outlaw, would you?
[Speaking of, one would think she would have relaxed her demeanor since coming to the Hideaway, or even before that. But it seems how she was raised in her younger years was filled with hard teachings to break indeed!
She studies his closed eyed lounging and wonders if he's fallen asleep. She doesn't know if that would be a good or a bad thing in this place.]
Leon?
[If he answers, she will continue.]
I don't mean to pry, and I understand if you do not wish to share, but would you mind telling me a bit about your homeland? I had no idea places like this existed!
[If not, she will sit back a bit more in the chair and people watch, though try not to get too much of an eyeful of things she isn't keen on observing.
Either way, there's also a peculiar sensation rising, which she's not quite sure why she's feeling that right now. At first it's simply a tingle and she feels rather warm.
Perhaps it's the sun...
But the more time passes, the stronger the urge, and although she tries to keep her calm, polite, disposition, she starts to squirm in her seat. Coughing once as a distraction, her hands move to subtly grip the arms of the chair.
And then there's the problem that Leon's resemblence, she saw earlier, only seems more and more noticeable.]
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An outlaw? Me? No... actually the opposite. What makes you think that?
[He shifts in his chair so he can more easily look over at her, letting one of his arms drop to his side.]
I guess my home is kind of like this. I mean, technology-wise. Same clothing kind of.
What about you? I'm guessing this place is pretty different than what you're used to. [She really just gave off that kind of energy. Like she should be in a formal gown in a horse-drawn carriage or something.]
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[Jill refrains from mentioning that he's no longer with them, quickly dismissing the feelings of loss.]
Though it is a man named Clive who you remind me of most. He has been dear to me since we were children. [She chuckles quietly, a little embarrassed.] I only recently admitted my feelings to him. And... I suppose we both should have known, but he feels the same way.
[Again, she chuckles softly, certain recent memories coming back to the surface, enhancing the unknown effects of the sunscreen.
Okay. Settle down Jill, you're acting like a smitten teenager, she tells herself.
Listening intently, she tries to use Leon's words as a distraction from, whatever is going on to make her body feel so excited and warm. It couldn't be solely because she mentioned Clive?
It's definitely that kind of warmth, now that she thinks about it. Nodding along, she pictures Leon as a guard, instead of an outlaw. Or perhaps a Shield...
Oh no, that just makes it worse! By the Founder! What is wrong with her?!]
Like this...?
[She repeats, straining to picture this place without the blatant reminders of sex at every turn.
That's not helpful! Really not helpful! So she takes a breath to calm herself to be able to answer in return.
It does absolutely nothing. She reclasps her hands back in her lap, clasps them hard enough that her nails dig into the back of her hand. The pain provides another momentary deterrent from the impure thoughts swirling in her head and the ache beginning on her inner thighs.
Concentrate on home. Concentrate on anger instead.]
Where I hail from, Valasthea is a land where people flock to crystals as big as mountains, aptly named, 'Mothercrytals.' They bless the land with aether, providing sustenance to its people. They are cause for many a war as more and more land is being swallowed by the Blight, a phenomenon that strips it of it's aether.
My home, the only place I considered my real home, The Grand Duchy of Rosaria, is unfortunately no more. On a terrible night eighteen years ago, The Holy Empire of Sanbreque invaded, after the Grand Duchess Anabella betrayed us. There was to be a war between Rosaria and the Iron Kingdom over one of the Mothercrystals, and somehow, somehow they learned of it and struck first during the chaos of the Empire's attack. In doing so, they killed the men and took the women and children prisoner, including myself. And from then after, Rosaria was a province of the Empire, and I was a slave to the Ironbloods.
[Rage only gets her so far, especially when she thinks of what Anabella orchestrated for Clive.
Which, even the negative thoughts of him, again trigger that disconcerting feedback loop of arousal, and her skin flushes pink for reasons other than just the sunburn. The circuit makes her restless and she struggles to hold onto her refined disposition, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs tight; but of course, to no avail.
It worsens, drawing out a few involuntary whines and as soon as the sounds leaves her lips, she clamps a hand over her mouth, gaze widening in mortification. Then, to make matters worse, soft pants soon follow, breaking through that as well.]
W... What is happening? I... I cannot control myself! I feel... I desire... I... I... pl-
[Jill grits her teeth to bite back the plea and swallows, silver eyes fixing on Leon; silently begging for something she wouldn't dare ask aloud.]
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He listens about Clive, though it really isn't clear why she'd teared up at the thought of him before and, honestly, he isn't about to push for answers.]
No... not bathing suits. I mean, we do have bathing suits. I mean, the normal stuff people were wearing like on the train and around the station when we arrived. The people not in hospital gowns.
[He does his best to follow her story, but mostly just gets that there were crystals, war and that she'd been taken prisoner. He's pretty sure he's got the gist.
His eyes widen as he realizes what's happening to her and he glances toward the pool as if he'll find a solution in that direction. There isn't... but there are changing rooms.]
Uhhh. Shit. Follow me, I think the changing rooms are private. You can at least be alone somewhere. [He stands up, hovering close by to make sure she can stand.]
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As for Clive, she is worried. Worried that she may not see him again. Not only because she has no idea how long she will be stuck here, but his next objective was to challenge Barnabas; to whom he had already been bested by twice. She only hopes that giving him her Eikon will be enough. Perhaps Leon will find this out later. Time will tell.
Jill politely nods her understanding, but truthfully, her mind is fuzzy, and moreover, she can't even think straight to explain more about her own world.
Thank the Founder, he knows what's happening to her, because Jill sure doesn't! She now has her eyes squeezed shut and she's biting her tongue, lest she embarrass herself further. She tries to stand when he beckons her to follow, but immediately loses her balance with the way she unconsciously squeezes her thighs together. Jill does manage to grab the arms of the chair before hitting the ground, but has quite the pained expression on her face as her chest heaves with heavy breath. And it's not from the fall.]
I... I don't think I can!
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It's alright. I've got you. Take a few breaths for me, okay? In through your nose.
[He gives her a moment to try to compose herself, offering a few more quietly spoken words of encouragement, trying his best to at least be a source of calm for her.]
Do you want to stay out here? Or do you want to go to the changing rooms?
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I'm sorry, I...
[And as much as she tries to ignore it, their now, even closer proximity, only feeds her urges. She can feel his breath on her skin and the warm press of his body against hers. His scent, a pleasing aroma, envelops her sense of smell, and her own form reacts instinctively to the stimuli; goosebumps rising and the peaks of her breasts stiffening as the only barrier between them is the thin material of her swimsuit top. The ache between her thighs almost burns, it's so strong.
Ashamed, Jill looks away and once more, bites her tongue to save herself the embarrassment of uttering the lusty sounds threatening to spill out. She almost doesn't dare answer the question, but knows that she would never get over her shame if she were to stay here and try to wait it out. Not to mention, she has no idea how to regain control of herself. Leon seems to know what magick this is, so she'll stay with him if it means they can break the spell together.]
Some privacy would be preferable.
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[Bending slightly, he gets a hand under her legs and easily lifts her up, carrying her toward the changing rooms.]
I still need you to try that breathing exercise for me, alright? Nice and even.
[He makes his way into the changing rooms, once again stepping out of the glaring sun. Already, the sounds of the party are muffled in the quiet changing rooms, which appear to be close to empty aside from a few other pairs who may have had the same idea. He tries a few doors to the private rooms but the first couple he tries are all locked, seemingly occupied. And, judging by the sounds coming from a few of the rooms, they're definitely occupied. Finally, he finds one that's empty. It's a small space, a mirror hangs on the back of the door opposite the one piece of furniture, a very plain bench. He carefully sets Jill down on the bench before taking a seat beside her to make sure she doesn't slide off it, keeping an arm protectively around her.]
How are you doing? [It might not be helpful, but he threads his fingers into Jill's hair so he can tilt her head up enough for him to get a better look at her face, concern clearly written across his own.]
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Jill leans her head against his chest and nods her agreement to try those breaths, but as soon as she allows herself to open her mouth, the inhale is more like a sharp gasp, and the exhale manifests in a series of staccato pants with a few soft moans intermixed. Still, she's very grateful for his attempt to help her cope, but she has a sinking feeling that it won't be as simple as breathing exercises to cure whatever ailment this is.]
Thank you, Leon.
[It's a breathy manner that she utters his name, almost like they were being intimate at this very moment. What must he be thinking of her?
She continues her attempt at steadying her breath but to no avail, each try becoming more and more embarrassing.
Had she been less of a lady, she may have expressed some very uncouth words.
After each try and failure to find an empty room, Jill winces and squeezes her thighs tight. She breaths a sigh of relief once they're safely enclosed in one of the rooms. The mirror doesn't bother her, it's a curious thing to have one mounted on a door in such a small space. As she's gently placed down on the bench, she immediately crosses her legs and her hands fall to grip the bench.
When he inquires on her wellbeing, she meets his blue gaze with her silver, that same plea mirrored within. Though she still refrains from asking aloud. How could she? Petitioning a man she just met for sex? Jill is no courtesan. But if he were somehow able to decipher her request, there would be nothing stopping her from accepting.
Now that they are more or less alone, she answers truthfully.]
I am... not alright. To speak plainly? I am overwhelmingly aroused. Please, tell me what I must do to break this spell!
[Her chest heaves as she pants heavily while forcing the words out. Moreover, such honesty still does nothing stop her from blushing furiously. One would think her a hormonal teenager, instead of a refined, 30 year old woman.
As soon as he entwines his fingers in her hair, an ardent sigh escapes, and Jill's eyes flutter closed, body inadvertently pressing in to his, as a hand unconsciously comes up to cup his cheek. When she opens her eyes again, ashen orbs have a certain heat behind them as they stare deeply into his; which is only amplified further as she takes in his concerned expression. It sends a shiver down her spine as her own expression joins the look in her eyes in betraying her want for him that she's too polite to request aloud.]
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[He pauses to gently but firmly hold her wrist and guide her hand to his chest instead of cupping his cheek. He really doesn't want her to get the wrong idea here and the clearer she can think the better.]
I was told there are a few options. You can try waiting this out. I don't mind sitting outside the door to make sure no one bothers you. You can try... um... [A bit of a color flushes into his cheeks though he's trying very hard to ignore his embarrassment.]- taking care of it. You know, yourself. [He clears his throat.] Again, I can sit outside and make sure no one bothers you.
Or, um... someone can help you... take care of it.
[He looks away but just ends up looking at the mirror across from them, which doesn't help anything. If he's being honest, he's pretty sure he knows which one she'll likely pick, but he still wants her to know all her options.]
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[She startles when he grips her wrist, eyes widening when she realizes what she's unconsciously done.]
I'm sorry, Leon. That was... uncalled for.
[Jill is barely able to muster the words as she's still trying to wrangle her breathing. She tries to do the wise thing and listen to all the options, her face shifting into a pained expression when even thinking of the first offer. With the second, at first she looks puzzled, and then appalled. It's not something she's ever attempted, nor does it seem proper behavior, almost shameful for a Lady. That left the third, and she too looks away as well, coughing quietly as her face heats to a bright red. Jill's gaze flicks to the mirror as well.]
I... If you'd be so kind? I mean, if it isn't any trouble...
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[He frowns a little, trying to think of something else it could be if she hadn't eaten or had anything to drink. The sunscreen doesn't even cross his mind as a possibility.
He doesn't even bring up that she might be waiting for an excruciatingly long time if she tried that option and he clearly sees the... it borders on revulsion at the second option.
He takes a deep breath, still having a lot of reservations about doing this. He doesn't like that he's some kind of stand in for someone else that he reminds her of. But on the other hand, he does want to help her, even if it's just in a very mechanical way.]
Okay... tell me... just let me know if I do anything you don't like.
[Trying to hide his reluctance, he puts his hand on her thigh, watching her as he slides his hand further up her leg. Staying on the outside of her bathing suit for the moment, as least as much as he can, he slides his hand between her legs, rubbing her through the fabric experimentally.]
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Jill had assumed she had experienced every form of torture imaginable. But this? If things like this happen in this city by the day, she is in for a lot of suffering.
She nods at the instruction, letting go the breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Very much still excited, literally out of her mind, her entire body burns with need; anticipation building the second she feels the warmth of his hand on her thigh.
Sure, she's done similar things with the other women prisoners in the Iron Kingdom, but that was more a means of comforting one another with closeness. This is different. She's experiencing a raw hunger; a need to be sated, and she hopes this will be enough. Otherwise, she has no idea what she'll do.
The higher Leon's hand travels up her thigh, the more she trembles; goosebumps rising on her skin. Once he cups her center, she inhales sharply and widens the gap between her thighs for better access; sliding one leg over his.
Despite her years of having to close herself off, she still has her instinctual empathy, and it doesn't take much for her to notice Leon's unease.
Getting this over with as quickly as possible would be best for the both of them.]
Don't hold back!
[She almost yells it, her tone filled with desparation. Her eyes squeeze shut and she tilts her head back; chest thrust out and heaving with heavy pants.
The hand on his chest curls into a fist but still remains there, just so she has a place to rest it. Meanwhile, her other arm shifts behind her to support herself, as she lifts her hips.]
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[He'd been trying to ease her into things, or maybe ease himself into things, but her pleading does succeed in one thing. Leaving the bathing suit on, he simply pushes the fabric to the side. Unsurprisingly, she's already slick and his fingers slip easily into her, pressing in up to his knuckles as he rubs his thumb over her clit.
Not wanting to make her wait, he tries to find a quick but steady rhythm for her.]
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As much as she wants to, she can't get an apology for her demand out, since whenever she opens her mouth to try, only loud moans slip out. An intense cry escapes when she finally, finally feels his fingers fill her, and her body jolts as his thumb centers on her clit.
Jill is going to be so mortified later when she realizes the volume of her cries and moans. Though in all actuality, she's probably no louder than the usual patrons.
The rhythm seems to be working and her breath comes fast and shallow. There's no chance she can hold back her ardent sounds of pleasure now, those becoming more frequent and at high pitch. She can feel the heat pooling in her low belly, she grits her teeth, and her body starts to tense. So close, so close...]
I'm...
[She's unable to climax.
Worse still, there's not even a little sense of release. In fact, it's almost like her hunger has only gotten stronger.
No matter how much she rolls her hips into his hand, the deeper his fingers delve, she just can't come.]
W...why...? P...plea...se! Please!
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He speeds his movements up as her breath hitches, trying to feed off her reactions to give her what she needs. She seems to be getting close and he even finds himself holding his breath in anticipation when he thinks she starts to say she's close.
But it doesn't seem to come and he has no idea what's wrong.]
What...? What's wrong?
[He doesn't stop but he's also not sure what else she needs.]
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[She doesn't notice his sweating, or the sweltering heat of the confines of the stall. Her own body is flushed and has a light sheen; her grey hair also damp and matted to her forehead.
I... I...I can't...
[By the Founder! What torturous spell is this?!
Jill grits her teeth, a few hot tears from something far from sadness squeeze through her tightly closed eyes.
She's grateful he speeds up the pace as she is literally on the brink...
But that's where she stays.
And it's all but driving her mad!]
D... do they... always... torture... new arrivals... so?
[The words come rushed through heavy breaths. Though she's not sure why she's asking him. Leon seems to be just as puzzled.
The pressure of the heat pooled at her core is more intense than anything she's ever felt before!]
What... must I do? J... just tell me!
[This goes on for longer and longer, and she wonders if she's losing her sanity. Jill is so distressed, that she's about to do something she would never ever resort to. No she has too much dignity for that...
Just as she's about to crack and actually beg, and not in the sexy way, she's finally shown a mercy; clamping around him with greater force than she thought possible. The climax surges through her like red hot magma, filling every crevice and scorching every nerve. Her body jerks violently as she throws her head back. Nails dig into fisted hands, drawing blood from deep piercings. Her mouth opens in a hoarse, barely audible scream as she arches.
Yet it doesn't stop.
I's thrilling and terrifying all at once, short-circuiting her brain and drowning any logical thought.
Some might welcome the experience of coming over and over until they're driven insane with pleasure, but Jill just wants it to end. This wasn't something she chose to do, nor something she asked for, and she internally curses the city and anyone who would orchestrate such a cruel trick.
One last orgasm crashes through her, breathing ragged and labored as she shudders through her finish, and falls limp; body slumped over and still.]
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[He really is trying to be helpful, assuming this is a focus issue. He's been there, Jill, you've got this.
All he can really do for her is keep up the pace, teasing over her clit with his thumb each time he buries his fingers into her. He really feels bad for her though, familiar with the immense frustration she must be feeling but he doesn't think doing anything else will help her any more than what he's already doing.
Suddenly though, he feels her tighten around his fingers and then it hits her like lightning and he actually worriedly cradles the back of her head to keep her from hurting herself.]
Shhh, it's okay. You're alright. [He tries to offer her reassurance, voice calm and steady despite the chaoticness of the situation. He ends up pulling her closer, trying to hold her against him as she continues to shake and moan, not really sure what's happening to her. After what feels like an eternity, she goes still, looking exhausted. He tilts his head, brushing her hair back from her face.] Are you alright, Jill?
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But something like that was the last thing Jill ever thought would happen to her.
When it's finally over and Leon brushes her bangs from her face, she blinks blearily up at him.
But even though he might be expecting it, she doesn't mistake him for another.]
L... eon?
[She's panting lightly as she says his name.]
I'm... so very... tired...
[Although she tries to fight it, she's clearly exhausted as her eyes flutter closed and she sleepily curls into him; her breathing evening out.
Jill is only like that for a little while, as Dominants don't stay down long. Even one such as her where the curse has ravaged its way through her body.
She awakens with a start, silver orbs wide as dinner plates as she locks eyes with Leon; her cheeks dusting pink. Immediately, she tries to get up.
Tarja is going to have her head!]
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