duplicitymemes | TDM #41

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TDM #41

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses!

» » » ALL ABOARD

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.

« « « NEW CITY NEW ME

(cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport)

Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs?

Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them.

Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded.

Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same.

The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle!

» » » STAMP AND GO

(cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex)

The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include:
▪️ The Aquarium
▪️ The Library
▪️ Cupid's Castle
▪️ PUSSY Academy
▪️ The Obelisk
▪️ Riddler's Square
...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down.

The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given!

Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs.

« « « DRESS ME UP, ADORE ME

(cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism)

In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion!

If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course.

There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers!

A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

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:

All new arrivals on this TDM are 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!!

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They drew close to the motel, and he stopped, looking at her. He knew this place was clean and comfortable and didn’t require a sub to be with a dominant or have a note giving permission for them to be there.

“Kainé, I know you’re not fragile, you’re not weak and you’re far from helpless. I’ve seen you fight, I’ve been beside you, and hell, you can kick my ass. But you don’t know this place yet.” He said, he was trying so hard to keep his tone calm.

Hearing her tell him to help take care of the problem he wasn’t sure if she meant it or was just saying it in the heat of the moment. “I’d be happy to. That is, if you really want me to.” He said his voice softening hearing the hesitation in her voice and seeing the blush.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and took her cheek gently into it, his thumb lightly caressed over it, though not making any further moves to close the distance. “Yes Kainé, I know about your body. The other you was my dominant and we were lovers here.” He said gently. “You don’t have to worry about me being running because of it.” He then pulled his hand back and opened the door to the lobby.

“Let’s at least get us checked in so that there is privacy.” He motioned for her to go in ahead of him and then followed.

He knows. Yet, some of the words he says make her feel otherwise. But he’s right — she doesn’t know this place. Nier would know a lot more about it than she does. She sucks in a deep breath before letting it out, her breathing becoming steadier.

Kainé stiffens when his hand touches her cheek. His touch is light, far lighter than she’s used to. Then he answers. She was the opposite of what she is now. She was… his lover? She swallows hard, her eyes darting away as she becomes flustered. It stirs strange feelings inside her, ones buried deep.

Now isn’t the time to think about it. Kainé steps in front of him as she enters the building. “Privacy. Yeah.”

She forces the words out, rough and reluctant. Admitting she needs this is bad enough. She’s not about to spell it out for him.

“Look, don’t make me say if I really want to. I already said do something about it.” That’s as close to saying she wants it as they’re going to get. If he makes her say it outright, she might deck him.

He didn’t go into too much more detail, not wanting her to feel like he was placing expectations on her because of the other her. It would take time for her to get comfortable with him, if she ever did. The other her had the advantage of her memories with him that the one standing before him didn’t.

“Alright.” He said at that, giving her a faint smile as he moved towards the desk and requested a room for the week. To give her some time before she was assigned a bed in the Down. The receptionist boredly handed him a key as he reached into his back pocket pulling out his wallet and paying for it. Then he took the key and turned to Kainé.

“Come on.” He said holding up the key and started walking down the hall. When they got to the room, which was at the end he unlocked the door and opened it.

He let her go in first and then came in after her, closing and locking the door setting the key on the table. The room itself was a little gaudy, but it was definitely clean. In the middle of the room was a large bed. In the corner of the room was a little desk and chair, and on the wall was a TV. There was another door in the room that led to the bathroom. On the dresser there was a basket full of toys, lubes, oils along with a few more fetish centric items.

It didn’t faze him as much as it used to, since it was pretty standard here. “It’s not much but you’ll be a bit more comfortable here instead of sharing a room in the Down. Though it’s only a temporary measure.” He said watching her.

There is a knot in her chest. The thought of having to be dependent on someone, even for a short while, makes her skin crawl. Kainé follows him quietly, stewing in her feelings and thoughts, fingers digging into the fabric of the coat he placed on her.

She steps into the room, her eyes scanning the space with a plain expression. It looks like a proper room, though some of the items inside are unfamiliar. Between the Aerie and the other places she had been, she never got the chance to see a space designed just for sleeping - not that just sleeping occurs in here.

The tips of her fingers trace along the different objects in the room—the desk, the top of the chair, the dresser lined with strange, unfamiliar products. She steps in front of a moveable mirror to stare at her reflection. "Tch. This place just takes every bit of choice away from you, huh? Fucking great." Her glare sharpens as she eyes the mark, something foreign and forced onto her skin. As if the damn collar wasn’t enough. Her fingers twitch with a desire to scratch it off, but she refrains.

It isn't the only thing she notices. Her skin is flushed, clothing sticking uncomfortably to her, heat still pooling low in her stomach like fire that won’t go out. And then there’s the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric, making itself known whether she fucking wants it to or not.

The wool of the coat is soft, the itchiness that the material was known for wasn’t present. Much like his other clothes, it was simple but well made. He slipped his shoes off, placing them by the door as she looked around the room.

He moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, hands folded lightly. The way the material of his shirt falls open gives more glimpses of his chest. “Yeah, it does. It’s a bunch of shit, the way they don’t give you a say in pretty much anything.” He said. He also had the same marking running down over his throat. But the collar he wore was thicker, made of soft supple leather, with one elegant silver hoop hanging on it. It was clear with the care and quality of his things he was cherished. “I still have a hard time with all the restrictions placed on me.” He added, and bitter too. But he left that part unsaid.

As she examined herself in the mirror he studied her. Though respectfully he doesn’t let his eyes linger too long over her, not wanting to be rude. She was already uncomfortable as it was.

She pulls the coat off, tossing it to the dresser as she gives herself one more look over. “I’m back to being someone’s bitch. Perfect.” She grits her teeth, feeling the rage inside of her begin to build up again. Kainé steps back to the middle of the room and takes a proper look at Nier.

They are in the same situation. He has the same mark, yet a nice looking collar. “You have advantages here,” or so she assumes. Her eyes drift down, the loose fabric revealing his chest with what looks like the start of a scar. Kainé bites down on her lip and glances away. She shifts her weight against the wall, propping one foot up against it

She hates it. Hates how aware she is of her own arousal. Hates that he’s sitting there, calm and steady, when she feels like she’s coming undone. “Are you waiting for an invitation or some shit?” She stares at him, waiting for him to actually do something.

“There is a chance something could happen to rid you of that mark. I have heard whispers of occasional designation swaps.” He said as he stood up, moving over towards her. Soon he’s standing in front of her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her towards him.

“My only advantage here is time. I was in the same situation as you when I first got here.” Though he decided not to mention that the collars were just introduced a little over a year ago.

He was far from calm and steady but had learned to control pretty much every aspect of his emotions over time, even though the lid would come off occasionally. He smiled down at her.

“Perhaps I was.” He said leaning down towards her and capturing her lips. The grip of his hands firm. Her demeanor told him she wasn’t going to be patient much longer.

Swap? God, she will do almost anything for that to happen. She doesn’t have time to respond before his hands are on her. It sends a sharp jolt through her already restless body.

A low sound rumbles in her throat as she kisses him back with a force that matches the frustration bubbling inside of her. She bites at his bottom lip, daring, demanding, testing. “Good. Now don’t fucking stop,” she demands.

Her fingers curl into the fabric at his chest, gripping tight before trailing lower, slow but deliberate. She finds the edge of his shirt, toying with it, resisting the urge to just tear it off. The heat between them is unbearable, her body buzzing with restless energy, with need.

Patience has never been her strong suit. And right now? She has none.

He let out a small, pleased sound when she bit his lower lip. His hands sliding from her hips to grip her ass. His fingers picking at the ribbons.

He chuckled softly at her demand. “As you wish.” He purred, tracing his lips down over her jawline towards her neck, kissing and nipping down along it to right above the collar. He used his body and moved her so that she soon had her back to the wall.

He easily lifted her up, pinning her between the wall and his body.
He ran his calloused hands up over her waist, using the wall to help support her.

The clothing is easy to loosen, to remove from her body. It’s basically just ribbons and strings keeping it together. It slips a little as the ribbon is drawn away. While he does that, she removes her gloves and sleeves, discarding them to the ground.

A sharp gasp leaves her as he lifts her, her back pressing up against the cool wall. Her legs tighten around him instinctively, arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers almost reaching for his hair. She stops, recalling how he had moved her hands the last time she did it.

There is no time to question it as Kainé throws her head back. The scrape of his teeth against her skin sends a violent shudder down her spine.

“Don’t hold back either.” It isn’t a request. No, it is more as a challenge.

When he got the ribbons undone from her undergarment and tossed the small bit of material onto the ground, leaving her top covering her. He grabbed her legs when they wrapped around his waist and ground against her, letting her feel every inch of his arousal.

It didn’t escape his notice, as fogged over as his mind was, when she caught herself from grabbing his hair, and he appreciated that she had understood him without his having to say anything out loud. He bit down on her neck, none too gently, taking the offer of her thrown back head.

His hands ran over her legs, the nails scraping along her skin. He let go of her neck, pleased with the bite mark he had left on her. “Don’t hold back hm?” He purred teasingly, grinding against her once more for emphasis. He knew he was a tease, he’d frustrated many partners because of it.

Heat spikes inside her as he grinds against her, the friction making her body tense. She’s all too aware of her own throbbing member pressed against him, a flicker of self-consciousness creeping in - but he accepts her. He has to. Nier said they were close — lovers — so she shoves the doubt aside. There’s no point overthinking it.

Shit. She gasps when his teeth sink into her neck, her nails digging into his back through the fabric in response. A deep shudder runs through her as his nails scrape along her skin, the sting making her pulse run faster.

Her breath is uneven when he pulls back, her mind fogging up from the excitement. Then he grinds against her again, a teasing motion that has her biting down hard on her lip. “Fuck - if you even think about holding back, I’ll make you regret it,” she growls.

He reaches between them and wrapped his hand around her member, through the material of her top, rubbing his thumb over the covered head. He mouthed over her breast at the same time, glancing up at her once more to read her reaction. He wanted to show her in this way that he accepted every part of her.

He groaned feeling her nails digging into his back, the bite of them going through the material of his shirt. It sent his blood running even hotter, loving the taste of the pain from them.

He chuckled. “Then don’t expect me to stop.” He purred flicking his tongue over the exposed skin between her breasts. He shifted his body as he gave her member a slight squeeze before letting go of it, wrapping his arms around her.

She chokes on her breath. No one else has touched her there before—or anywhere in this manner. Even through the fabric, it’s enough to make her head spin. She sucks in a sharp breath, her body reacting before she can even think.

Her nails press deeper, harder, into his back. She doesn’t hold back, not when his mouth moves over her skin. Heat pools low in her stomach, twisting her insides as she whimpers. The expression she wears is one of hazy, unfocused need—lips parted, eyes half-closed and heavy with lust.

The squeeze has her gasping, hips jerking forward, the desire to give him everything growing stronger. She barely recognises the sound that leaves her, something between a whimper and a curse. "Don't stop," she says with an unsteady voice, almost pleading.

He hissed in pleasure when the nails dug deeper into his back. “I won’t.” He breathed as he hoisted her up more securely around his waist, his arms wrapped around her as he stepped back from the wall. “Hold on tight.” He whispered against her neck as he started to move them back towards the bed. That way he could devote more attention to her instead of dividing it to keep her from falling.

As they approached the bed he untied the bow around her back, freeing up her top most of the way. Only the thin strings around her neck holding it up now. He put his knee on the bed and carefully laid her down on the soft mattress, until he was kneeling above her. He slid his hands up over her thighs, slipping up under her top, his thumbs brushing over her arousal, skin on skin.

He leaned over her his teeth catching the string that was tie holding the rest of her garment and pulled, undoing it with his mouth.

Her breath stutters as he lifts her, arms clinging tightly around his shoulders. She barely registers the shift as he moves them away from the wall, too caught up in trying to remind herself to breathe as her head swims.

Then she feels the cool fabric of the mattress against her skin, pulse hammering in her ears as she stares up at him. Her fingers twitch before sliding up his chest, tracing over muscle she has yet to explore. When her fingertips graze the waistband of his pants, she hesitates—just for a second—before continuing her slow exploration.

A smirk tugs at her lips, but the haze in her eyes betrays how undone she already is. “Teasing me now? You really wanna test my patience?” Her voice is rough, breathless, and full of something dangerously close to surrender.

He pulls the strings the rest of the way and removes the remainder of her clothes. He shivers a bit feeling her hands run over his chest and he straightens up above her, but still within her reach. Letting her explore his clothed form. “Go ahead.” He said when she hesitated over his waistband. “Don’t be scared.”

He runs his eyes over her, smiling. “Beautiful.” He said softly, sliding his hands over her legs and over her stomach, the calluses rough. “But the tease is half the fun. Are you so eager for the main event?” He purred at her seductively. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of live, setting it next to them. Since he hadn’t grabbed any from the dresser.

He leaned down cupping her breast as he closed his mouth around her nipple, lightly sucking it. He used his other hand to caress over her length, accepting all of her just as before.

She feels vulnerable now that he can see all of her—touch all of her. No one has ever done this to her before, seen her like this. Her shyness flickers at the thought of being on full display to him, but then he tells her not to be scared, and just like that, it burns away. "Scared? I'm not fucking scared of shit," she scoffs, slipping her thumbs into his waistband. She tugs the fabric down and lets her hand wander lower, exploring him.

Her back arches into his touch, body squirming beneath him. Her free hand grips his arm, nails digging into his skin. The teasing is nice—there’s no denying that. The way he tends to her body makes her stomach twist, pressure building up inside.

"It's not that — I don't know how long I can last." The words are unsteady, her breathing quick and uneven. She feels flustered, already leaking, but she can’t help it. Having someone else touch her like this is so different from doing it herself, and it's taking everything in her not to come undone too soon.

He smiled warmly at the way she turned around as soon as he said that. He knew she would get a bit fiery at the off chance of being considered scared. He moaned when her hands slipped under his waist band, feeling them exploring him. His arousal throbbing in anticipation. He let go of her for a moment, undoing his belt, button and zipper, giving her a bit more room to move. His own breathing becoming heavier.

He once more returns his attention to her body under him, his hand wrapping around her length, stroking it as he let his mouth explore the curves of her breasts. He glanced up at her, even through the lust darkened eyes there was still warmth.

“Go ahead and let go… it’ll relax your body and make things easier.” He purred giving the flesh a squeeze and scraping his teeth over a nipple. His own heat radiated from his body as he pressed closer down. “I told you I won’t stop…” he purred.

Kainé has an imagine to upkeep. She can’t let people know that she can be mushy on the inside, she needs to present a strong front. She barely registers him undoing his belt - too caught up in the feeling of him, the way he twitches in her grasp, the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She sucks in a deep breath, grip tightening as she stokes him slow, but firm.

Then his hand is back on her, a whimper breaking free from her throat before she can hold it back. Between the pressure of his hand and the motion of his lips on her breast, she feels her stomach tighten, heat winding up deep inside.

“Fuck -“ Her voice is barely above a gasp, her body trembling beneath him. She wants to hold back, she really does, but it’s so damn hard. He’s working her up too fast, his teasing stripping away the last of her resistance. Her mind is hazy, her breathing frantic, and she gives in.

Kainé bites down on her lip, whimpering, as pleasure crashes over her and her body tensing before shuddering beneath him. She barely has time to catch her breath before she realizes the mess they’ll have to clean up later.

He moans and gasps softly as she worked his own hardness in her hand. Grateful for the fact he had been forced to learn control a long time ago. He didn’t have a change of clothes with him after all. “God…” he panted resisting the urge to thrust into her hand.

When she gives in and lets herself go he smiled pulling back from her breast. “Good girl…” he purred as she spilled out. He felt the pulsating in his hand as he gave an extra squeeze.

Once she finished he released her length and ran his tongue down between her breasts and over her stomach tasting her release, cleaning it up. “Mm…”
He murred.

Her breath is ragged, uneven, as her body begins to relax just as he said it would. But then he speaks, calling her a good girl. Something hot flares in her chest, and she clenches her teeth. It’s such an endearing nickname that it’s foreign to her - too gentle, too soft. It throws her off balance, makes her feel too seen in a way that makes her bristle.

Her grip on him tightens, fingers stroking along his length with slow, deliberate intent. If he’s going to say shit like that, she’s going to make him regret it.

“Good boy, cleaning the mess up,” she hisses, teasing him for giving her such a submissive nickname. Her voice is sharper now, her mind a little clearer, which means her bite has more venom. It’s hard for her to allow her guard down, even in an intimate moment like this—but if she’s going to be this exposed, then he’s going to suffer right along with her.

He gasped and groaned when she tightened her grip on him, shuddering. "Unnhh..." He groaned thrusting into her hand. He nipped her flesh as he ran his hands down over her sides, letting his nails kiss along her body. He does enjoy riling her up to see what she would do, especially with her pride and stubbornness. He hoped that she would find a dominant that could respect her as she is and wouldn't try to force their opinion of things onto her. She deserved to be free, that's why he had done what he did.

He lifted his head to look at her when she called him good boy, giving her a seductive grin. "As you wish mistress...I'll clean you all up." His length was throbbing in her hand as he started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. "What else do you desire?" He purred, the heat running through him. He just had to ride it out a little longer.

Kainé’s time in Duplicity will test her, escpially as a submissive. When he starts to thrust into her grip, she tightens her hold, picking up the pace. Her thumb circles the tip, spreading the precum that beads there. Hearing Nier call her Mistress sends a jolt through her body. It’s unexpected, but she doesn’t fight it. It allows her control, to be dominant in this situation.

Even if she let him take the lead at first.

What else does she desire? His words linger between them, thick with heat. She might be done, but that doesn’t mean she’ll leave a partner half-finished. That’s not her style. Kaine leans in, lips ghosting over his ear as she purrs, “You better fuck me while you can.”

He shuddered as he rubbed over the head of his length, feeling the wetness under her thumb. His breathing heavier as she worked him up. He paused in his unbuttoning of his shirt when she whispered in his ear, letting another moan fall from his lips. “The. You’ll have to let go of me for the moment so I can undress.” He purred, smiling at her as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it off the side of the bed. All the scars were on view to her from his battles, of varying sizes and severity. They covered his arms, chest and back. The most prominent was where he had been impaled by the Shadowlord that took up most of his left pectoral and through his shoulder.

He grabbed the packet of lube he had set to the side, opening it and squeezing it onto his fingers and slid them between her legs. He caressed over her entrance, looking down at her own darkened eyes, his tongue running over his lips to moisten them. He was barely repressing his eagerness to sink into her body, but he knew he had to take some time to prepare her.

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