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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[gangfanged]

[Hide and seek, she said, and then offered more than the necessary tools for him to win. They're different, after all, in the way they follow their prey - but in this moment, it's perhaps the truest fact: they're both prey to one another's night-driven wants. She's just glad that the urge to transform isn't there on her end - perhaps because it makes her look more vulnerable and fragile than she is, in this. Those broken pieces aren't something she wants to share with just anyone.

But, to the moment at hand. She doesn't need to train her ears so hard to hear it, the soft creak of hinges and the heavy, careful sound of footsteps. A heavier `chak` of the latch followed by the click of the lock as her door is closed, locked. His heartbeat is so loud, scent intriguing. Distinctly human, and yet--

Admittedly, she's a little surprised by his face. Not for any negative reason, but because the curves and angles of it are as perfectly interesting as they are youthful. (She hardly has any room to talk on youthful faces though, doesn't she?) If she watches for longer, the wonder if she'll just see that hunger teeming beneath those surprisingly pretty features is not the faintest of them all. The glimmer of gold rakes at her want to tease, to see how far that thread goes.]

Mm, not unforgivably long. I was considering being upset, though.

[There's not an ounce of truth to that, a flash of fangs in her smile as he closes the distance. Long legs uncross both in invitation and in movement then, and Cloud will be treated to just how quick his new companion is. Her nails are long, as he already knew, but not actually very sharp - an important distinction considering their circumstances and how one hand curls delicately over his shoulder and the other cradles his face, thumb pad brushing his lip before she's leaning into it.

His consideration is appreciated - and clearly set aside in the discarded distance. Before their lips meet, her breath ghosts across his, yellow-green eyes fixing their gaze to his.]

Your heart's beating so fast... how earnestly carnal.

[sultanofsquat]

[ Given her pale complexion, her bright red hair and striking yellow-green eyes only made her stand out all the more to him. Even with a clear mind, her presence would have been something that made it hard for him to look away. Before arriving in Nippon, Cloud's perception of people, let alone the attention he gave to women? Spotty at best. He was still learning as he went, for reasons well beyond his control at the time. Stepping through that door and coming through to this world had been one hell of an awakening for him. Half a year has since passed him by, and while holding true to some of his reservations?

He was far more knowledgeable than he'd been since coming here. Phrases, words, terms that evaded him before were commonplace in his brain. Even if most of the time they were kept under lock and key. Then, as iterated before...there were nights like this. When the Sakumi Festival really dug its claws into him, and shattered his inhibitions before casting them to the ether. His human body was practically skin deep right now. Everything else underneath was but a, frankly, debauched and horny monster.

If he wasn't ripping Yokai to shreds or staking his claim as a top creature of the night,

Cloud was all too eager to get his dick wet. And leave the almost porcelain-like woman with an everlasting impression if it'd been so long. Just as Lil's small, slender hands curl around him, one over his shoulder and the other cradling his youthful features, his own hands brace him as he bends over her, not quite coaxing her to fall onto her back quite yet as leans in over her. She would feel the gentle bite of his nails against her soft thigh, the other reaching along her side as his palm splays into the mattress. ]

Yeah? [ Curiouser and curiouser... Yet he leans in all the same, the invite of her breath brushing his lips and tempting a tremor of a sigh for her. ] Hard not to be when you're tempting me with those shots.

[ Not that he was innocent in this either. Not when he gave her the promise of "lower" and sent her that picture of his cock, half-erect with plenty of room to fill out. And when he finally does close those miniscule inches, stealing that very same breath away with his lips upon hers, the first kiss is fleeting. Chaste, even. ...before the second one follows right after, sweeping against her lips as his hand begins to massage over her thigh, thumb kneading in along the inside as it wasn't long before he was beckoning her for deeper access. ]

[gangfanged]

[He's so... warm. Hot, really, and though she herself isn't as cold as her undead nature might suggest, it's a noticeable difference. At least it is to her. In this moment, under these circumstances, Lilja would never expect the reality of what Cloud normally acts like - though she would certainly accept it later.

Right now, this voracious, debauched monster is exactly what she needs. That the Sakumi Festival provides is an easy relief, and if there's anything laughable about its effect on the young vampire, it's the lack of effect. At most, it pulls forward the everpresent need she feels, the urge for companionship and intimacy and a nice, big cock to fill her up time and again. The very idea sees her melting into his whims; submission left unspoken in every shift. Bending back, long red hair coils over the bed, creating a sort of shimmering aura around her. In turn, she maintains just the slightest balance, hovering over the bed with the simple slide of a leg alongside his own.]

Mm, good... I did my best with those.

[It's all she says before their lips meet, lip piercing shifting faintly with the first kiss, fleeting and chaste and sweet. It's nothing, really, compared to what follows. The second kiss begins with her tongue ring pressed against his lips, her own parted in offering and request both, hips rising into the kneading of a hand over one solid thigh.

A thumb teases lower, deeper at the inside of her thigh and the vampire only beckons him further toward the inevitable debauchery she's stoked between them. Her hands aren't idle either, sliding over skin and fabric to search for the ties of his kimono.]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Their difference in body temperature only makes Cloud want to get even closer. Her cooler skin was addictive to the touch. Like burning up on a hot summer day and wishing for ice to cool you down. The right balance. Tonight, Lilja just fits. She's positively radiant, the idea of having her submitting to him only spurring his desire and arousal farther. An irresistible shiver runs the length of his spine when he feels her more lithe leg slide alongside his own. The surprise of metal on his tongue, a little more innocent hum as he locks lips with the vampire. But it's hardly a bad thing. Rather...he feels himself curiously rolling his tongue against hers between kisses.

Between labored pants that see him pressing himself a little more insistently against her. He's moments away from outright lifting her up so that he can scoot her back on the bed and pounce on her. But even still, Cloud is far too overdressed for this situation. Whereas this sweet redhead was but a tug on the crotch of her panties away from his direct touch. ]

Gonna reward you good- [ he breathes against her lips, almost downright panting like a wolf in a rut. ] -for all that.

[ He keeps his balance against the edge of the bed well enough, getting as far as an insistent stroke of his fingers against the dampened crotch of the vampire. Despite how cool she feels...he can still feel that heat. Her overall scent dizzying him now that he finally had her. ]

Going 'lower' really got you worked up, huh?

[ Giving in and sending her that scandalous shot on his bed. As he strokes and works her pussy over with more fervent strokes and circling, he only slows when he feels her hands slide down skin and fabric for the sides of his kimono.

Yeah. Fuck this. This needs to come off. She'll find that he hasn't dressed in the multitude of layers that typically came with Nipponese wears, the blond making quick work of the plain obi with an assertive tug. When it comes loosened, it leaves the front of him wide open as he discards the sash and pulls the front of his attire open. All it'd take is a shrug off the shoulders to leave him with a pair of hakama pants...increasingly uncomfortable hakama pants as his loins stir and his erection only fills out even more. ]

[gangfanged]

[Perhaps unsurprising, that's a big part of why she has the piercing. It has plenty of other applications, but it's... cute, isn't it? The way he keeps rolling his tongue against hers in that curiosity.

The closer he gets, the more her breasts press to his chest, lips curled upward as he speaks.]

I look forward to that reward, [her breath hitches as fingers stroke at her crotch, and the sigh she gives almost sweet.] and seeing just how much you have planned.

[It was an excellent shot, after all. Nothing compared to the press of fingers against and between her folds, and her toes curl pleasantly even when he slows.]

Haaah... can you blame me? I'm weak to toned muscle and-- rough play, and you look like a man who has a wealth of both right now.

[As his kimono slips open, her fingers walk up his chest to hook her nails under fabric at his shoulders, casually flicking it off to one side.]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Oh, that sent a pleasurable shudder through his body. Cloud wouldn't say he was an obsessor...but twisting his arm, even in a clearer state of mind? He appreciated the softer assets of a woman. Especially when it was a nice pair like hers, rubbing against him and filling his head with more depraved thoughts.

Off. This needed to come off, now. Lilja was plenty undressed enough for his liking. And while Cloud carried enough common sense in that moonless-driven, lust-adled brain of his to not just tear what 'scraps' remained on her person, it stood to reason that it...all might not be coming off in the first round. All he wanted and needed was to indulge. After all...she did say that if he won their game of 'hide and seek', he could have her any way he wanted. Hunter's choice, tonight. And this wolf chose all of her. ]

Got a penchant of not knowing when to stop, either.

[ Toned muscle, rough play, an insatiable libido; a recipe for the most addictive disaster as her fingers walking up his chest, into the fabric beneath his shoulders, forces him to lean back. Unfortunately, this meant that anything he was doing as his fingers stroked her wet pussy through her laced panties, had to get put on hold for now. In the end, it was probably for the best; pushing himself up one last time from the edge of the bed, the kimono comes off in one smooth slide, pooling behind him as he hungrily drinks the vampire in.

He needed to correct his first mistake. And that was coming in with far too many clothes. He loosens the band on his hakama, not bothering to make a show it (he thinks) and the way he shoves them down and off, kicking the fabric behind him before he's finally, finally evened the playing field. ]

Better, [ he huffs huskily, bending back over the edge of the bed as he leans into her, this time with the press of his bare, broader chest against her breasts when he steals away another assertive kiss, his hands on either side of her. He's going to start crawling his way onto the bed at this rate, coaxing her back towards the middle with him.

"Better" he says... Except like her, he's still got one layer left- briefs stained in the front by that impressive bulge that's already on the brink of pushing the waistband from his pelvis. ]

[gangfanged]

[any way he wanted, she'd said, as much as he wanted that night. A bet hedged so far in his favor that it had to have been an offer, honestly. To go to the trouble of presenting herself so readily, too - it's hard to imagine a world in which this wasn't tailored to her loss.]

You're in good company. Is it really worth it if someone isn't begging from the overstimulation?

[It's a miracle, honestly, that she maintains any patience at all. Watching as he pulls off articles of clothing only tests that more, eyes a bright green as she drinks in the ex-SOLDIER's body in turn. Lean and strong, and photos really never do justice, do they?]

Better, [a little moan escapes her lips as they meet again, hands sliding up over broad shoulders. Her mouth is his for that moment, body pressing in close - he's so hot against her skin, it's addictive when she's always just slightly cool to the touch. Weight shifts and Lilja moves with him, effortlessly sliding back over the bed to let herself be trapped beneath the bulk of him.]

But not perfect. You're still teasing me, even now? [Her voice is a harsh gasp, one fang pressing carefully against his lower lip.] I know I offered anything you like, but...

[but her hand slides down, tracing over hard muscle and curvesto hook into the waistband of his underwear. But she wants to see him, and if he's not going to stop her, she's eggnog of a gremlin to be just a little defiant the whole time.]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Frankly, at this stage, Cloud wasn't of the right mindset to care of the stipulations. Or how heavily hedged in his favor this whole thing was. ...then again, they both were getting a proverbial itch scratched tonight, right? But if this is Lilja's so-called loss? Than far be it from the wolf she'd lured in to not come and take his treat. And he didn't plan on stopping feasting until neither of them could feasibly move. It's the depraved, unhinged thought that's taken over his mind, anyway. ]

Question is, whose gonna be begging who tonight?

[ What a silly question. Of course you'll be begging her to keep going. Of course he'll thrive on her begging him to fill her up all over again after he's spent himself once. As his poisoned mind becomes hazier, still able to keep the lithe and curvy vampire in his sights when she nips his lower lip and slides a hand down the dips and grooves of his abdomen. With his larger frame over her body now, just shy of practically pinning her, he can see where she's going with this as he decides to grant her a little bit of reprieve. Besides, despite her offering her anything he liked, well...

Whose to say they weren't after the same thing in this moment? She's given him so much on pictures alone. And all she had was one little teaser before the real thing. ]

Hah... [ Almost a laugh, as his fingers glide down over hers, 'helping' her along the waistband of his underwear before he adds, ] Can't say I'm not in a giving mood.

[ So he'll give her what she'd like now. And that was the measure of his now exposed cock, pulsing and already wet at the tip as he lowers himself more flush against her- the weight of his cock resting against her belly with a heavy throb as he looses a noise between a yearning growl and tapered moan. Compared to when she saw it in that photo, however...it's not quite the same. If the now erect length and firm, bulbous base of his dick was telling enough. ]

[gangfanged]

Both of us, if I'm lucky.

[There's the thing about her, really. He'll find himself tested - would in a normal situation even, but in this one in particular... Lilja has been lucky to avoid the lunar curse in full, but it's done nothing to curtail her libido.

Offering him anything he wanted is another way to get everything she wants in turn, it's true.]

Oh? What fortune...

[Her gaze doesn't linger too long as fabric pulls away and his cock springs free, the firm, sizeable press of it warm and distracting against skin. It's bigger, she thinks, than before - not to mention the very notable swell of that bulbous base as it rests against her belly. Ah.

(Maybe she won't have to go searching for as many toys as she thought, with this.)]

It seems you were still holding back on me a little... [It's effortless, shifting her hips up to press closer still, lip pulled between her teeth at the sensation of his cock against skin and soft fabric. Fingers trail up over his jaw, the backs of knuckles just grazing its smooth line.] I look forward to seeing how ungentlemanly you're willing to be with your prey now.♥︎

[sultanofsquat]

[ His lip upturns into an unsightly snarl when she pulls his bottom lip between her teeth. He hasn't fully transformed yet- a blessing in disguise despite the fact his more salacious side was on full display for the curvy vampire. Any other time, any other day, of a clearer mind if he witnessed her for the first time? She'd look like a doll to him. Flawless, pale complexion, striking red hair and beautiful eyes. But right now...if he's seeing a doll? The beast in him wasn't thinking very kindly on how to treat her. Thankfully, even at his worst, Cloud wasn't 'violent' in the bedroom.

But rough? Oh so rough?

This was the last courtesy he intended to give, not in the mood for excessive foreplay as the Lunar Cursed man draws his hips back, two fingers tugging away on the crotch of her lacy panties to expose her to the cooler night air. She's cooler to the touch, but that was still nice and hot to him. His senses were taken into overdrive as he grips the base of his shaft, lining up the broad cockhead up against folds with a couple strokes up and down it. His back arches up as he gets a clear line of sight at their size difference.

These...may not last the whole night on her body. It's a miracle he didn't just tatter the panties from her hips with a single tear. But there's something hiddenly erotic about taking someone and not wasting time in taking their underwear off. Even to the human beneath the beast she's been 'caught' by. ]

You did say 'now', [ Is all the warning he gave before he rolled his hips forward, slipping inside her with a long, slow stroke of his cock as he slides as deep as he can go before bottoming out. If he's giving her any time to adjust? It's fleeting. Seconds even before Cloud was already rocking his hips back and forth, the bulbous knot at the root of his cock swelling as the bed creaks in protest under the force of his thrusts. ]

[gangfanged]

[If you asked Lilja, she'd say that some dolls deserve a little rough treatment; she's not nearly as fragile as she can look, after all. Pretty and pale, and even before the mess with her sire she'd been much the same.

But of course, that's not the conversation on the docket. There is none at all, in fact; nothing past the faint hitch of breath as deft fingers expose her to the air, the subtle shift of fabric beneath her foot as it moves to spread wider still.

Now was, indeed, something she'd said. Whether it was meant in the way he interpreted it or not was irrelevant, doubly so when his cock spreads her folds and slides in, nearly taking her breath with it. Not just nearly when he gets going, the force of his thrusts rocking the bed beneath them and pulling sweet gasps and moans from her lips as his knot swells and catches against her walls with each inward motion. Slim fingers draw around a shoulder, her weight braced not for protection but to ensure his cock digs as deep as her body will allow, breath hot and shivery near his ear.]

[sultanofsquat]

[ The fact that Cloud had since been edging, be it touching himself or in the process of taking that picture for her, only made it that much more difficult to steel himself inside her. Feeling Lilja's inner folds grip him for every stroke of his cock dragging in and out, coupled with her slim fingers drawing his shoulder and bracing herself, was spurring the beast atop her to go a little harder this time. He hasn't even asked for her name. Nor has he given one yet. Truly an irredeemable wolf, wild and uncaring and just in the need to mate.

Speaking of which... ]

Fuck-

[ He shudders when he feels her shivery panting near his ear while he continues to rail her, his abdomen clenching rhythmically whilst his cock continues pulsating and tapping against her core. He can feel that large knot catching against her entrance, the inner beast within him yearning to take that last breach. Thrusting into her one more time, he doesn't draw back. He pushes, urging that bulbous mass to spread her pussy even wider as he allows himself to lean down harder over her until finally...

Finally- ]

Haa-

[ He growls, that knot slipping in and turning downright rigid, locking him inside of her and leaving very little room to actually slide when he's practically flattening her core to begin with. Yet he rolls his hips anyways, his cock digging as deep as her body can take and testing those limits as her entrance is locked off by that bulge. ]

[gangfanged]

[An irredeemable wolf, perhaps, but what did that say about the one who'd pushed this to this point? She's always been adamant about not causing problems in relationships, but outside of that... well, Lilja has always been insatiable in the bedroom. A wolf or worse was an ideal partner to someone like her.]

Haah... just a little more...

[The words are hardly more than a whisper as his cock drives in deep, pressing pleasantly against her core with every movement. His knot will be another obstacle, but the reality is-- well, she's always been adventurous, hasn't she. Every aching stretch is enough to pull more shivers down her spine, and as her pussy spreads in slow acquiescence, until it's finally, finally enough.

It's hard to say, in that moment, what the final catalyst was, but it doesn't really matter. Nails, blunt acrylic but more than long enough to dig in, press into his shoulder as his knot locks inside and every movement makes her inner walls protest the very hint of an idea that it should pull free. Ah, it's so much better than a toy, too.]

Haaah... ah... fuck...

[His hips continue their rolling, the entirety of his cock digging at her walls and pressing up against her cervix, aided by the shift of long, slim legs to wrap firmly around his waist. Her free hand reaches up to cradle his face - intimate, perhaps, but she's a tactile person.]

Nngh... good boy...

[sultanofsquat]

[ He's already knocking on the door of her womb, with so little room to shift beneath her as her long, slim legs wrap around his waist. He's secured in. Locked. Not going anywhere. And if the way his hand drifts between them, palm splaying over her abdomen as he can feel himself shifting inside her was anything to go by? He was throbbing hard. Wildly. Like he was on the brink on cumming already before Lilja rolls her hips and calls him a good boy. ]

Ah—! [ His breath clips to that, at the same time that bulbous knot stuffing her entrance swells in response, rhythmically throbbing as he begins the arduous task of grinding against her, as if threatening to breach her in a way that no one should. The mattress creaks in protest as he continues railing into the vampire, the hand that had once been over her stomach gripping her slender waist as he rolls up inside of her a little faster now. ] Fucking tight...

[gangfanged]

[There's something unreal about all of it. Better than she could imagine, and that's saying something. It's just shy of painful maybe, her toes curling as his knot inflates, throbbing and tugging at her walls with every grinding shift.]

Haah— ah! Naturally... [naturally, she says, breathless for the force of his fucking into her. Her voice breaks then, falling into almost feral gasps and moans.]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Just as Lilja's voice crumbles, sharing in her bestial lover of the night's feral sense of need, Cloud wasn't planning on stopping until he had her well fucked and bred by him. Nis nails dig into the smooth skin of her waist, rhythmically as he feels his pleasure beginning to reach its peak. The human side of him instinctively told him he needed to pull out. That despite what most refugees were given upon arriving here, to actually do something like this inside someone without their consent wasn't okay.

Yet when he did attempt pulling out...he doesn't get far. At all. The knot inflates a little further, leaving a faint swell just past her stretched entrance. And the instant he feels that resistance, ]

Gonna cum...gonna cum—

[ The wolf she'd lured in answers twice as strongly, blundgeoning upon her cervix as he thrusts in harder than before, practically flattening her core under the weight of his cock as he hits his peak. His body visibly trembles, his teeth grit and his moans coming off low, long growls when he finally achieves climax. With nowhere else left to go but directly in her womb, his girth spasming with every burst of excess cum, it almost feels like it's never ending as his mate is pinned beneath him to take it all.

Locked.

The knot remains overly sensitive and rigid, as does the length of his cock still buried so deep inside her as it throbs through the aftershocks of pleasure. ]

[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.]