October | Event: A Night of Moonless Splendor

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On the morning of the 14th, as citizens throughout Nippon prepare for final day of the Tsukimi festival, the refugees will receive a message on their magi-comm from MRU in Kyoto.

"To all refugees who will be staying in the Western Kingdom for the annual Sakumi Festival, please be aware that there is a curfew for all Humans and Hanyo before sundown. It is for your own safety that you heed this curfew, and remain indoors until sunrise.

The Festival will continue until the night of the 31st. It is recommended that refugees do not look at the night sky for the duration of the festival. If you must go out, make sure to hide your face behind a mask.

Should you or anyone else you know experience strange symptoms after dark, such as erratic behavior or transformations unrelated to the side effects of Kizuna bonds, please contact the MRU right away. Affected individuals are encouraged to remain indoors and in brightly lit rooms, away from any open windows.

Additionally, we have a prepared a special area of refuge for those who have not been able to secure safe transit to the Eastern Kingdom, located in Tengoku's Skytower. More information will be available in the coming days.

Please enjoy the festival, and may the gods bless you all."

Understandably, this message is not met well.

Upon hearing of curfews and strange happenings, many refugees choose to flee, flooding the last train to Tokyo and contacting the NRL to secure accommodations in Nihonbashi on short notice. But they aren't the only ones, as most of the seats have been reserved by native Hanyo and Humans, as those who can afford it are also choosing to leave until the end of the month.

But what's the big deal? Weren't people excited for this festival? Well, as it turns out: it's only "celebrated" by Yokai. For everyone else, the Sakumi Festival is the worst time of year to be in the Western Kingdom.

A Festival of Darkness

According to legend, the moon was a gift from the gods. Once a beautiful string of pearls, now only one remains, the others shattered by greed and war, their remains gathered together to form Gaia's ring. This is the story of the Tsukimi Festival, celebrated throughout Nippon.

But there's a continuation to this story, told only in the Western Kingdom. Because this gift was no ordinary gift. It's said that the light of the moon is what allowed the Yokai to evolve from mere Ayakashi into enlightened and intelligent beings. However, that same intelligence is what would prove to be their downfall, as various clans rose in power and sought the magical radiance of the pearls for personal gain. As more and more pearls were destroyed, fewer and fewer ayakashi were able to benefit from their light, with the last remaining pearl not strong enough to offer even the slightest of blessing.

As punishment for their greed, the gods took back the final pearl, with no intent of returning it. Without its light, the Yokai became twisted, devolving back into their basal instincts, and feasting upon one another with reckless abandon. Saddened by their plight, the gods quickly reversed this decision, and the final pearl returned to the sky after 15 nights of darkness.

This is the Sakumi Festival, held in honor of those fifteen days their ancestors spent in perpetual darkness. As the festival begins, on the evening of the 15th, the full moon will begin to fade away, like a lightbulb that's gradually losing power. Within an hour after sunset, it will have disappeared entirely, causing the rings around the planet to dim in turn.

All through the Western Kingdom, Yokai will be celebrating late into the night, and most of them will be wearing strange masks that are designed to reflect their inner-self. Perhaps the Refugees should follow suit?

Monster Mash Western Kingdom, Nippon
Those who stay indoors between sunset and sunrise, or who simply avoid the Western Kingdom all together, won't notice anything special about this festival. But for those who venture out into the darkness of the moonless sky, they'll find themselves transforming and turning into monsters.

The exact form of these monsters varies widely. Some simply become more monstrous forms of themselves. Others may not transform at all, instead gaining supernatural abilities or minor cosmetic changes. And even others may become entirely unrecognizable. These transformations will last until sunrise, and will return every day they go outside or look up at the night sky. And as refugees from different worlds, the monstrous forms they're capable of taking seem nigh endless.

But what now? Well, that depends.

For some, they remain completely lucid throughout the transformation, merely transformed in body but not at all in mind. This is most common for those who choose to head indoors upon transforming, away from the transformative effects of the darkened night sky. For these refugees, the transformations are just a fun quirk of the holiday or an inconvenience. Thankfully, this is generally pretty easy to avoid happening more than once, as they won't feel compelled to transform again.

For those who were unfortunate enough to stare at the sky for any extended period of time, their transformation may be more extreme, as their personality becomes corrupted. Certain aspects of their personality may completely overtake everything else, while others may act entirely out of character. But perhaps the worst part is that those who experience this corruption will feel a strong desire to trigger it again, despite the lack of a guarantee that it won't be any worse the next time.

And for the truly unlucky, they may find themselves in a state the Yokai refer to as a lunar curse. Those who are under the effects of a lunar curse will be overwhelmed with an insatiable appetite, hungering for any number of things, be it a specific type of food, a heightened sexual appetite, or even a desire to feed on the flesh and blood of others. As it turns out, this is the most common side effect, and is the true reason for the curfew: as Humans and Hanyo caught outside by a Yokai afflicted by a lunar curse may find themselves attacked or even devoured. Once someone has been afflicted by a lunar curse, they'll do whatever they can to continue the cycle the following evening, growing irrational and violent near sunset, even while wearing a mask.

You've Got Mail Everywhere, Nippon
But even those hoping to avoid the Sakumi Festival by fleeing to the East will find that the holiday spirit has followed them. With the advent of technology, mischievous Yokai have found ways to send curses via text message, which just so happens to overlap with the festival. Upon opening a message that will appear to be from someone on their friend list, they'll be directed a website that automatically activates the spell.

The exact spell seems to vary depending on which variety of curse they happen to receive. Some of these are quite ordinary, and will simply send salacious or otherwise overtly sexual messages to their friends or even complete strangers, with some capable of combing through their magi-comm for compromising photos to share. Of course, the latter feature is quite buggy, so the photos sent alongside such messages may in fact just be random.

But others may find themselves opening something more dangerous. Among these, one such curse will trap whoever opens it in an enclosed space alongside whoever happens to be nearby, forcing them to perform specific actions to escape. While some are relatively harmless, such as a dance more or shouting something humiliating, others will demand the pair perform particular sex acts in order to escape.

These closed spaces can occur anywhere, but to an outsider, they won't look like anything. Those trapped will look as though they've disappeared until the curse is lifted, but they'll still be able to see the world around them through the magical walls. So those who choose to browse their magi-comms on their morning commute best be careful not to open any suspicious links, lest they be forced to fuck on a crowded train.

Fly Me to the Moon

After a few days, all Refugees will receive notice that an area of refuge has been created for any Refugees who weren't able to leave the Western Kingdom prior to the festival starting. Provided by the Tengu of Tengoku, those looking to flee the chaos will be asked to meet on MRU campus on the morning of the 20th to be teleported to Skytower.

Unknown to many Refugees, Skytower is the only city of Tengoku that floats in the sky high above the Eastern Kingdom. Built long ago during a period of war between Humans and Yokai, it now serves as a watchtower to report on any danger approaching either kingdom, due to its strategic location above the Chubu region.

As the effects of the moonless sky do not exist in the Eastern Kingdom, it is believed that this location will prevent the Refugees from experiencing the transformative aspects of the Sakumi festival.

Or at least, that was certainly the intent.

Castle in the Shadows Skytower, Chubu
Perhaps due to their unusually high magical resistance, Tengu are rarely affected by the Sakumi Festival, and can often be found stationed as guards throughout more populous cities. This remains true at Skytower, where the Tengu monks who lives there assure their guests that they will not be harmed by anyone who calls Skytower home.

"For generations, we Tengu have watched over the lands of Yokai and the lands of Humans. We show no loyalty to anyone except the peace we have worked to maintain all these years.

"Rest assured, although you may be closer to the moonless sky on this sacred tower, you are not in any danger. May Tsukuyomi, goddess of the moon, grant you her protection during this time."

Refugees will be housed together in random room assignments, and although the rooms are small, every amenity they could ask for is provided free of charge. In addition to gourmet meals and access to an exclusive library that few humans have ever set foot in, extravagant outdoor hot springs that seemingly floating atop the clouds are available for the Refugees to relax in at any time of day.

Still, there are some spooky happenings at Skytower. As an ancient tower built many generations ago, many of the passageways throughout the tower are quite narrow and dimly lit. Refugees roaming the halls at night may find their shadows behaving strangely, moving on their own and even creating the sensation of being touched when one shadow reaches out to caress another. These effects are only mildly stimulating, and may even be mistaken for some kind of prank. Only those who dare bathe in the hot springs at night will encounter something more, their shadows engaging in blatant sexual acts under the water, leaving the shadow's owner to writhe as they experience every little sensation.

Curiously, this never seems to occur when the Tengu are around, and those affected may leave such encounters believing they hallucinated it.

Still, true to their word, for the first few days, Refugees at Skytower will be otherwise completely unaffected by the Sakumi Festival, regardless of whether they wear a mask or stare up at the eerily dark night sky.


Please note: Players have the option of having their characters leave for the Eastern Kingdom by airship on the 24th if they do not wish to engage with the second prompt.

Generic Horror Movie Title Skytower, Chubu
But on the 25th, as the Sakumi Festival enters its final week, those bold enough to look up at night sky will notice that the stars are disappearing. The sky will appear to grow blacker and blacker, absorbing any nearby light and appearing more like a dark void overhead than a night sky. Even with the lights on, Skytower will be notably dimmer, making it difficult to navigate the corridors of the tower at night.

Ordinarily, this would simply be yet another aspect of the Sakumi Festival, and one that should be avoidable due to their location on Skytower. But as paranoia among the Refugees grows, Kizuna powered by their fear manifests by causing the area of effect of the Sakumi festival to grow, reaching beyond the borders of the Western Kingdom, until Skytower is enveloped by it.

As the sun sets, an otherwise peaceful night will turn to chaos, as every Refugee on Skytower begins to change due to the power of the moonless sky. A number of Lunar Cursed Refugees begin prowling the tower, driven mad both by fear and by the effects of their own monstrous transformations, attacking everyone and anyone they come across.

And for certain refugees, the gradual loss of the stars and the moon will have more devastating effects. Those with an affinity for stars, space, the moon, or who have begin learning Sora magic will begin experiencing bouts of sudden weakness, causing them to collapse or lose consciousness. This effect escalates as the night goes on, as those afflicted will begin to fade away, their bodies growing translucent the weaker they become. Only prolonged contact with someone they've bonded with seems to have a positive effect, slowing or even reversing the symptoms. But others may disappear entirely until the festival ends, only capable of reaching out to loved ones through their dreams.

Refugees with mild symptoms will be tasked with assisting the Tengu in securing the Lunar Cursed refugees, as well as reaching the control center at the top of the tower to put out a distress signal. By the end of the night, all Refugees will be evacuated by airship to Kyoto.

Paper Faces on Parade

All of this culminates on the final day of the festival on the 31st, during which the sun never rises. A perpetual night blankets the nation, as the final celebrations of the Sakumi Festival take place.

Following news of the disaster at Skytower, Emperor Katsuragi decides to take matters into his own hands. Utilizing his own immense magical power, he cloaks his palace in a protective shield that will limit the transformations produced by the Sakumi Festival. Although negating the effects of the moonless sky using magic is borderline sacrilegious for a devout Yokai, after everything the Refugees did for the people of Shikoku last month, the least he can do is try and support them during this difficult holiday season.

And so, on that morning, all Refugees, no matter where in Nippon they may be, will receive an invitation to a Masquerade Ball to be held in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto. Those who want to attend need only wish it, and the invitation will automatically bring them to the castle grounds.

Additionally, all Refugees who disappeared as a result of the moonless sky will reappear thanks to the Emperor's power, just in time for the Ball to begin!

Kink Convention Gion, Kyoto
The Imperial Palace is much different from the Emperor's villas: a vast, sprawling mansion that seems to defy the laws of physics, with certain floors and walkways arranged in a way that makes them appear impossible to reach. Thanks to the many enchantments, those who walk the hallways of the palace won't notice if a corner suddenly twists, turns, or even has them walking along the ceiling of another room.

But the palace is far from empty! Exploring the mansion will reveal special rooms tucked away with certain enchantments, with many designed to entertain guests who happen to be staying there. Aside from generic things such as black and white movie theaters, libraries, and spas, some of these rooms seem to be tailored for this specific event.

One room is offering demos and workshops revolving around particular kinks, specifically designed to get the most fun out of whatever transformations they've been dealt by the Sakumi Festival. Refugees will be able to rent out sex toys and devices to use throughout the palace, and will even be offered a map of hidden and secluded spots to play in without getting caught.

In another room, a Yokai-turned-tentacle-monster teaches on the importance of safety during bondage sessions, complete with a live demonstration that will require volunteers. Whether this demonstration is simply about proper binding techniques, or an outright public tentacle-fuck, seems to depend on the enthusiasm of the volunteers.

And in another part of the palace, those who want to indulge in their desires anonymously will find special stalls seemingly designed for completely anonymous play, with variously shaped holes cut into the walls to reach out and touch one another. The way the room is set up, there's no way of knowing who is in each stall, as each one has a separate entrance. There's even a special stall that instead blankets the pair in complete darkness, allowing full-body touches and embraces with relative anonymity.

Just don't wander too far. Those curious enough to venture deep into the palace may instead come across a number of cursed rooms designed to trap intruders. Those captured will remain in these rooms until an attendant happens to find them to let them out. In addition to rooms filled with aphro-laced incense, some contain complex mechanisms designed to fully bind intruders, with some even doubling as fucking machines. Thankfully, there are multiple warning signs posted, so only those feeling especially naughty will end up in these corridors.

Party in a Labyrinth Gion, Kyoto
Those who are familiar with the Emperor's penchant for parties won't be too surprised by the offerings on display tonight. Although officially a Masquerade Ball, in which all guests must wear either a mask or appropriate costume, the actual theme is a bit more raunchy, and all Refugees will be welcome to choose from a selection of outfits that come in varying degrees of sensual and erotic.

Refugees will find no shortage of fun and interesting things to do at the party! A live music performance will play throughout the night, allowing guests to dance their hearts out on the dance floor. Food and drink are plentiful, with all alcoholic and uki-laced goods carefully labeled for the Refugee's convenience. And of course, those who want to indulge in their Sakumi transformations can do so knowing they're at no risk of becoming Lunar Curse and will retain their wits about them until the festival ends.

But as the night grows long, a more traditional event takes place in the palace garden, where the various Yokai attendants and aristocrats present gather around a large bonfire for the Sakumi Festival's end. They dance and sing, and then give prayers to the moon goddess Tsukuyomi, begging forgiveness for whatever sins they committed during the festival.

Refugees who are curious enough to take part in this Sakumi Festival tradition will find themselves compelled to confess their guilt for anything they may have done during the festival as a result of the moonless sky's effects. Whether these confessions are truly anything worth feeling guilty about is up to the individual, of course.

As the clock strikes midnight, all masks are thrown into the fire, and the sky lights up with a brilliant display of stars as the moon takes its rightful place in the sky once more.

But as for Katsuragi? He can be found curled up in a corner, thoroughly exhausted from using so much magic, with his head resting in the lap of a certain individual. Probably best to leave them be.

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's October event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• If you do not wish to participate in this event: characters who are able to flee to the Eastern Kingdom will not experience any of the effects of the moon's disappearance.

• If your character would flee but you want them to participate, it's entirely possible that they may find themselves utterly unable to secure a ticket to leave the Western Kingdom, given there is only one train. Additionally, all teleportation terminals to Tokyo will remain offline until November 1st, and due to the lack of the moon, teleportation magic may be weakened.

• While the sky will continue to look spooky in the East as well, this annual phenomenon is explained as a scientific one. As Gaia's moon and rings are magical in nature, the increase in energy expelled during the Tsukimi festival causes them to release a gas-like by-product that blots out the sky at night for a period of two weeks. This has been proven to be true, but the reason this happens at the same time each year is still unknown.

• You have 100% freedom to pick whatever sort of monster your monsterfucker heart desires, be it from Japanese lore, your character's canon, or another canon all together. Whether transformations are painful or not is up to you, and monsters with supernatural powers or abilities will also be allowed to keep those powers! Go wild!

• As a reminder: there are roughly 10,000 Refugees in Nippon, so if you would like to utilize a random Refugee NPC for monsterfucking purposes, this is of course allowed!

• As stated above, characters who go to Skytower will have the option of leaving for Tokyo before things turn sour. These characters will still be able to attend the Emperor's Ball on the 31st!

• Please be kind to your fellow players and utilize content warnings for any graphic monster-related violence, kinks, etc! If you're not sure if something needs a warning, warn for it anyway!

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[cupiditasmedendi]

[He does tense a little, ready to defend his former position... but then it does seem that she understands. It wasn't unpleasant at the time and even now he would have to think about it if the offer to go back to that mindless bliss was put in front of him.

As for the scars... he notes them, when she rubs her hand over them, but their meaning doesn't slot into place. Raphael is not familiar with vampires.]

I'm not sure what happened. Even now, I'm not sure. Maybe... in the end we were just... unexpectedly flawed.

[He has thought about it a great deal, though by now is sure that knowing the answer to the question would not bring him any kind of peace. Maybe it was a flaw, or an intention in the design, or maybe something that just happened by random chance. The point was that it happened, and so did everything that came after.]

I was one of the first, I think... I took to it better than some others. When you first begin to think for yourself, to ask questions when you shouldn't... it's frightening.

[charredflame]

[an amused noise] Is being stubborn considered busy?

[as if to answer whether or not the other people here are here for the same reason, there's a sound somewhat nearby that has Asch flushing, just a little.

He pushes the door shut behind them and then lets Lilja pull him in further, eyes briefly narrowing as they adjust to the darkness, seeing what he can of the room. The room is cleaner than one would expect, but given that they likely aren't the only ones to use these rooms were already being used. Is that a futon? It wouldn't be a surprise.

But he does not look for long - his eyes snap back to her, eyebrows raised slightly]

It is a little exciting. [more than a little, but even with everything he needs to be a tiny bit stubborn, at least until he loses more of his control. Even if, him admitting to it at all is a clear sign that he isn't entirely himself] Shouldn't I be following your lead?

[mistsplitter]

[ It is with Cloud that Ayaka finds the courage and comfort to say what she thinks. With Thoma or Ayato, they are able to notice her tells, when she is holding herself back, gently coaxing her to be more open with them. Yet with Cloud, she feels so comfortable. Shy still, yes, but knowing he would understand her well and catch her if she fumbles, the openness comes naturally. Were she with any other person, talking about what she likes and what she would like to try like this— nothing would likely ever happen.

This sort of comfort she feels now isn't the kind of comfort in which she could close her eyes and fall asleep. There is heat in this comfort, especially after hearing Cloud say he's thought of this before. He wants this, then. Ayaka had never even thought about it until now, reading the description and finding out that this was a thing. She looks down at her chest, her hands still on the sides of her breasts.

She may hide a lot under her armour—something that Cloud would tell her in the future—but... ]

How... does it happen?

[ Is she the one who moves or...? LSIFSKFLD PLS HELP THIS NOOB ]

[mistsplitter]

[ She feels so full. Such a pleasurable sensation knowing how thoroughly she's being bred. Not just by anyone, either. Her beau, the man who's captured her heart. . . she looks up at him so desperately as she continues, fulfilling her wish of him doing it again. ]

Cloud...

[ She shudders, moaning hotly as she looks up at him. Ayaka does her best to keep her eyes open the whole time, but the messy sloshing of their juices inside her and his dick rubbing so insistently on her core, it is proving to be a challenge. She feels drunk like this, but drunk due to something so specific. Ayaka refuses to feel this way due to any other person but Cloud, too. Wolf or not, he is her beau, and he's the only one who can take her in this manner.

He's doing her so well that she wishes she could feel more of her. Her hand reaches up to him, to hold his hand, as well. Even her soft moans and whimpers can only be heard by him. Everything— everything is Cloud's. How much her thighs quiver, the way her vision slowly turns to white yet again, those are all Cloud's. In the same way that his cum and the knot that refuses to let a single drop escape is hers. ]

It's so good...

[sultanofsquat]

[ Another little, heated sigh. Especially when she keeps her hands on the sides of her breasts like that. ]

Taking most of my willpower not to get up and show you.

[ If they're in the market for being honest, then he'll be her temporary senpaizuri for the time being as he takes a brief moment to collect himself. ]

I can think of a couple ways. One with you on your knees while you stroke it. [ Shit, that nearly gets him to moan. Instead, he bites his lips as he applies pressure to his groin. Who knew 'stroke' was a kinky word to him. ] The other I...

I got you on your back. And do it myself. My hands on them.

[gangfanged]

[It's rare, honestly, that anything becomes almost overwhelming for her. The swell of his knot is definitely a contender, as resistance jolts sensation through her whole body.

His warning-slash-promise earns a sweet little laugh, gently accepting all of it in full as if she had a choice. If she had the breath to speak in that moment, she might quell his worries.

She doesn't have that luxury, though, not as his cock knocks at her cervix with every aching press and her body crumples all too willingly in acquiescence. Her nails and short gasps will have to do, along with the way she tenses and arches into it. Heat fills her with every burst of cum, thick and heavy and nigh endless, pouring into her womb as it is.

Ah. How pleasantly overwhelming.

Her own orgasm doesn't feel any less intense, muscles squeezing and spasming around his cock as if to milk every last drop out of him. Everything is sensitive in the aftermath, but with them locked together it's easy to just revel in it. She's definitely never felt quite this full, but Gods is she not upset to feel it now.]

[gangfanged]

... yeah. Yeah, I can understand what that's like, too.

[After all, she'd been so close to breaking at the end of everything... well, it's fine. Her thoughts are more toward him, a wry little smile on her face.]

Probably still hits you out of nowhere sometimes, if you're like any of us. But flaws... they're a good thing, I think. Maybe hard to get used to, but a little fun when you can stop judging yourself on them, no?

Makes for better conversation, anyway. [reaching out, she gently squeezes his shoulder.] I'm glad you took to it, in the end.

[gangfanged]

Mm, I don't judge. You were doing work, no?

[just because he was stubbornly avoiding other things doesn't mean he wasn't actually busy, after all! But his followup has her laughing lightly, still holding onto his arm as she had been.]

Are you? I think I said we'd play it by ear. Have you decided you'd rather follow? I can lead if you prefer.

[As before, there's no judgment. She'll still lead him to the futon, because of course it's a futon, what could be cheesier like this?]

[mistsplitter]

[ Uh-oh, she got way into it... Her hands drop to her lap immediately, as if she's just touched something hot and is afraid she'll get burnt. ]

M- My apologies.

[ What is she apologising for? She doesn't really know, either! But it seems as if she's inconvenienced Cloud by what she's done, and she bows her head to show how sorry she is.

Perhaps it would be best if they stopped talking about these things now... Ayaka is feeling the heat, too. They'd just been behaving themselves because Ayato might come home, after all. Thanks to Cloud, he now knows the shenanigans that his sister gets up to with her beau (pretty sure he knew before that, Ayaka), but it doesn't give them a free pass to do whatever they want in his home!

Her eyes flicker upwards to him, meeting his gaze for a split second, before she looks back down and fidgets in her seat. ]

Um. Cloud...

[ They didn't get to do it properly while at the tea house is her excuse for wanting him right now... she wants to do it right— just the two of them. ]

[cupiditasmedendi]

[He nods a little, because it does. Hit him out of nowhere sometimes, that is. An eternity spent never questioning, and the amount of time he has been able to is only a blip in comparison. Even if he gew used to it quickly it's still something that he can sometimes struggle with.

The hand on his shoulder startles him a little and his wings ruffle in response. It's nice, though... that voluntary contact.]

I doubt, sometimes, but that's part of it too. [Raphael shrugs the shoulder that her hand isn't resting on.]

And I never thought I would find it fun, but... it can be. [His own smile turns a little wry in response to hers.] I've had some interesting experiences in the name of curiosity.

[charredflame]

[he lets her lead him without any resistance. The futon gets a brief, annoyed look - not because it's there or because of what it is, but because if he can't bring himself to care much about what condition it's in. Now that they're here that feeling that had been simmering in the background starts to return, much quicker than before.

Asch lets out a slow breath, carefully pulling his arm free]

It might be better if you did.

[lightduties]

"Hmm," he hums thoughtfully, fingers stroking, warm breath fanning over skin. "I'm certain I can manage that. I'll be sure to clean up after myself."

And how he plans to do that is quite apparent as he laves her with his tongue, a finger slowly sliding inside Lilja, aided by her arousal. Her body is noticeably more rigid that what he normally experiences, so using cock could possibly end in tears if he made the attempt. But one doesn't need a dick to ensure a woman has an enjoyable time...

His focus is entirely on Lilja, watching her reactions as his fingers curl and stroke inside her, paying careful attention to what makes her squirm, what makes her legs tremble. But he also keeps his mouth busy, tongue curling against her clit, carefully sliding into the fold where it joins to the rest of her body before flicking up in a quick, abrupt motion.

[mistsplitter]

Ah—

[ It isn't that Ayaka is uncomfortable, but she feels something that isn't water make contact with her skin and she jumps. Barely. The water around them does not splash, but she does make a startled sound, looking around first to see what it could have been, before looking right into Lilja's eyes. ]

That's odd. Did you feel anything?

[ Maybe it's not just her? ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ "Um. Cloud..." ]

[ Not even a couple seconds pass before Cloud is already crawling his way towards her, on all fours as he gently tips her chin up to meet his gaze. She doesn't have to say anything further; reading her mind. Except there's no script to follow. The only thing they're following is what's in their hearts. The desire for one another and to set things right. Cloud wants her just as badly, and whether or not it entailed their little fantasies they shared or not... ]

We got time.

[ He may very well have more to say as the night goes on. Her name. A curse upon a loosened tongue. How much he loved her. But right now, it's the last thing he wants to say before his lips are pressed against hers, soft yet nowhere near chaste this time as he doesn't waste much time in upping the ante and beckoning further access. Cloud wants to kiss her hard, and he doesn't intend to stop until he has her on her back and in his arms in a newborn fit of passion. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Her boyfriend. Her beau. Her prince. Her very own monster that's on the brink of shifting into a mindlessly lustful state. A state that despite the pull of the moonless sky above them, Cloud never wishes to return to. As pleasurable as their explosive night during the 'Month of Love' had been, he simply wishes to fulfill her every command this time. Even if it meant dominating her and insistently testing the limits of her little body being stretched out by that heavy lupine cock rearranging her insides. It's a drunken sensation unlike any other, the sound of her insides churning with his cum as her thighs quiver and her pussy tightens around him whilst she gets to hold his hand.

Whether she came first or not, if her vision was rendered white with bursting stars over and over again, he wouldn't stop. He had a rabbit to punish, even if what he's given to her already was so much that it left a faint dome in her stomach, the outline of his cock leaving a bump of his length...sliding in and out as his knot continues to lock the mess inside. His broad tip wedges on her womb, as if daring to sink even deeper.

Ayaka made him wait. Made him wait to even get a chance to see her impressive breasts bounce beneath his larger body like this for every shallow yet rough thrust he makes inside her. He needed to punish his bunny, his dick oversensitive and begging to see another rush of release. His clawlike nails pinch, rhythmically massaging her soft thigh in one hand whilst the other squeezes her hand tight as he plows her over and over.

Not a single drop. ]

Ayaka...

[ Knock your little rabbit up, Cloud. Fuck her into submission until she was full and drunk on your cum. Her full womb gets pressed on by the head of his cock at her cervix as he grits his teeth, mismatched eyes unable to peel away from her as he swiftly reaches another climax. His body shakes. It trembles as he feels his balls tense and his core tighten even harder with another thick burst of cum. And another...and another...

An animalistic groan as his whole lower region is enveloped in tight, wet warmth as he pulses and empties himself inside her further, grinding insistently so that she'd know whose cum this was inside of her. This amount. So much that finally, finally the throbbing knot bulbously locking the entrance of her cunt is unable to contain the thick globs of cum that spill down and around her hole, dripping down her ass as he pants and continues to slowly roll his hips. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka is overwhelmed, both emotionally and physically. This is more than she should be able to handle, but she also can't find it in herself to stop. She wants more, even when she feels so full already, her beau's cock pulsing inside her, giving her a feeling of absolute satisfaction. Her entire body feels so hot and wet, getting a feel of the swell in her stomach with one hand. ]

There's so much...

[ Breathless, that's all she manages to pant out before she tries to catch her breath again and regain her composure. Cloud— Cloud doesn't have to do anything for his girlfriend to be crazy about him. He could turn her away, not acknowledge her at all as a woman, and she would still want to be close to him. She would still yearn for his touch, the warmth of his hand, his presence beside her.

Were they elsewhere, the way she offers herself to him would have had its repercussions. The words would fail to leave her lips, how he would have knocked her up by now. Even before this encounter, when the moon amplified their feelings for one another. It doesn't matter now. What matters, thanks to this world, is that she's able to feel this level of satisfaction.

Would you fill up someone else's pussy in this way, Cloud? Lock your dick in so that none of your cum could escape? Or would you travel cities if you still lived elsewhere, just for this one specific fuck that would take all of you and more? She would ask for it—all that he could give until he was spent and sore—if she could still speak. She wouldn't want to stop until Cloud's had his fill. Then and only then will this ever be enough for her...

Cloud's cum drips down her ass, coating her already pristine skin with something more. Her legs still hoisted up, her body rocks with his as he continues to roll his hips. What a dirty, dirty bunny he's turned her to be. Her tail would catch some of it soon enough, but Cloud's got to take care of her eventually. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It almost feels like a feverish dream to him at this stage. They've been passionate with one another, even had to curb themselves from doing anything too risqué in otherwise public areas, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. If it weren't for their strong willpower, he would have pulled her into the nearest private room of that palace and 'weathered the storm' with her. It's a thought that only dared cross his mind after they started dating. When he felt it was okay to let those little fantasies of his play out in his mind. Some of them? He was perfectly content with keeping in dreams. Others, on the other hand... ]

Fuck, it's so hot...

[ Well. He would have thought this would have have remained a dream too, were it not for the fact that he was pumping her womb so full with thick, lupine cum. So full, that it was as if he really was breeding her, her belly taut and faintly swelling with such a dangerous amount. Seeing her press a hand over it would earn the dirty little rabbit another turgid throb as the tip of his cock nudges on her womb, the excess that leaves her insides and his measure painted white.

It's so slippery inside, his knotted cock overly sensitive now. It's like what little of his human mind remained was telling him he needed to stop. That this much pleasure couldn't be good for either one of them. But then he just feels the way her pussy tightens on his dick, the audible squelch as some of that locked in cum manages to spill. As he feels his balls rendered sore yet still producing because the bestial state he's been left in tells him that he needs to get her knocked up. That somehow this wasn't enough. That somehow Ayaka needed to take everything from him, mind and body and soul.

She's still rocking her hips for you, Cloud. She still wants another load. Bloat her womb to the point where if either of them dared to be apart by the ways of this world, no one else could leave her feeling this full. He'll take care of her. The mess. The soreness. The twitching sense of oversensitivity. Whether she milks his dick dry of another load, or another beyond that...they'd leave here together. And after she was given a fleeting reprieve behind closed doors? She'd get filled right back up again. Until this curse breaks when dawn does, and they were left floored by their actions the night before.

Here and now though? He was going to keep grinding and pumping her cunt full of his semen. He was going to steal her breath away despite his lack of it as he places his lips over hers with a kiss, swirling his tongue amidst grinding thrusts into her pussy. Churning her insides and leaving his cum nice and frothy between their legs. ]

I love you—

[ He stakes his claim. She's the only one who gets to hear those words. Who gets his cock in this way. Who gets to wake up by his side, as much as he's been blessed to have her in turn. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ As pleasurable as this is, and as much as she takes delight in this feeling of fullness, Ayaka's little bunny brain can't hold much longer. Her insides feel so hot and so full, her pussy leaking drops of hot cum down her thighs and her ass. She can't take much more.

She's rendered breathless, panting and catching her breath when Cloud's lips aren't on hers. ]

I love you—

[ Beads of tears form on the corners of her eyes, the feeling of pleasure becoming too much to handle. Still, she tells herself to keep going, because she wants Cloud to be the one to say when they'll stop. She wants Cloud to be the one to say when he's done with her, shaping her pussy to his cock, that no one else would be able to fit in just right. That thought of being outside where people could see her? Gone. That nervousness she felt upon seeing him earlier? Whisked away by the wind. It didn't take very long for Ayaka to submit to her beau, and now with his heat and his seed taking her over thoughts, all she wants is his pleasure. For him to give her everything, hoping and wishing for that feeling of being bred. It is an instinct she never had before, with the moon only teaching her what it is now. ]

Full...

[ It even feels like his seed has reached her belly. She doesn't know- she can't think straight anymore. And thoughts of this are going to keep making its way in her head as days pass. The moment he unsheathes himself from her pussy, it's going to make her feel very, very empty...

Her hold of his hand loosens, unable to really do anything given her current state. ] Cloud... [ She says his name like a prayer, but stops there. She can't really say anything else, feeling far too exhausted to form sentences that make sense.

Should Cloud fill her up some more, or if he finally spends himself and the excitement dies down, this wolf's got a lot of cleaning up to do. And he's going to have to stay true to his word by bringing his little bunny of a girlfriend home, because she's not going to be able to do or say anything that makes sense for some time. At the very least, Ayaka wouldn't want to be anywhere else but close to him while the moon is still out. Whether or not it means she would want to be thoroughly fucked again once they're home and safe in his bedroom, or just curl up next to him and be around his scent, it's really up to them and if Cloud has more to give. ]