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[NSFW] Dubcon Candyland

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The board & cards!

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How to Play:
- abilities are ON items are GONE.
- each character has a token for the board (thematically relevant to them).
- they somehow Know that the only way to escape is to play their way to the end. as in: they, as an individual, have to cross the finish line.
- there are two wheels: the PUNISHMENT WHEEL, and the SPIN THE BOTTLE wheel. the punishment wheel is to be spun if the character refuses or fails a task; if they wouldn't ICly spin it, they'll be compelled to do so (player choice as to how). The SPIN THE BOTTLE wheel is for deciding who has to do tasks with who. You're OOCly welcome to have cards themselves specify sometimes if you want!
- cheating will be PUNISHED ... by the player's OOC choice

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[Tryse nods and presses in a little further. She bites her lower lip to hold in a gasp, the feeling's pretty intense and she doesn't want to shake Aloy's confidence in her. Sliding in nearly takes her breath away.]

Let me know if it gets too much.

[She doubts it will be, having seen the tentacle action. But still. She draws her hips back, then moves forward again. A little further. Unless Aloy protests, she's going to keep going until their hips meet, at which point she's just going to press in for a little while.]

You'll - know.

[She tightens up, tries to remind herself to relax - and never tells Tryse to back off, though she does squirm in her restraints. It's not compulsively following a curiosity this time. She wants Tryse pressed to her, too.]

[Tryse splays her hands over Aloy's back, silently wishing the devil costume wasn't in the way. She rubs comfortingly, then leans in and presses herself against her friend.]

The game probably wants me to fuck you, rather than any bit of love making. I won't tell you which way I'm leaning. What do you want, little bird?

[She settles as Tryse rubs her back. She huffs a laugh - her friend is buried in her and she’s supposed to think?]

What’s the difference? If I guess where you lean, I think - you’re a romantic.

[Not exactly the question.]

[She rolls her hips, laughing at Aloy's guess. It's not wrong, but it's also not an answer.]

One's rougher than the other. Sometimes a bit more fun. Might be a little overwhelming for your first time, though. The other's gentler, slower, closer to what we've been doing. Or what you got from Evangeline a little while ago.

[She leans in, nips Aloy's ear. Grinds into her a bit. It's a little tempting to alter herself just a bit, to fill Aloy completely and see how she reacts then, but even this, watching her adapt, try to think, it's great.]

[Tryse moves, and gets a sound out of the little bird, low in her throat. Flinches, squeezing around Tryse, when she gets nipped.]

Maybe - a little rougher than before.

[She’s trying as best she can, given her position, to make sure her neck is available for Tryse’s attention, too. The left side, never the right side with that scar of hers.]

Trying not to push too far, but I know I won’t break.

[Tryse makes her own little noise at that flinch, that squeeze, then straightens. She takes a firm grip of the rope around Aloy's back. She could tease. Make Aloy say it. Maybe she will, later. But for now, she just wordlessly draws back, and then-

It's not a gentle rocking any more. Her hips clapping against Aloy's are audible. Nor is it just a single, gentle push. Aloy wants a taste? Aloy's getting a taste. Tryse bites her lower lip, wishing she could see the redhead's face as she starts thrusting in earnest. Not as hard as she could, maybe, but definitely deserving the term 'rough'.]

[With poetic, romantic Tryse? She does expect the tease. Words seem so important to the witch.

Her voice registers wordless surprise as Tryse starts. Aloy thought she was trusting control to her friend, but now it’s clear. Tryse’s own hand is all that effectively braces Aloy against the jostling of the thrusts.

When words do catch up, she’s practically burying them in the mattress.]

Oh, that is rough -

[At that, she slows. Not quite to the gentle rocking of before. It's slow, powerful, deep thrusts now. Better for her constitution, too. She leans in, panting lightly into Aloy's ear.]

Too-hnf-too much for you, little bird? You sound cute, muffled like that.

[She might be cribbing a few notes from Arthur here, but they're useful ones at the moment.]

Which do you prefer? The-ah!-gentle lovemaking? Or...

[She thrusts one more time, then grinds in, waiting for Aloy's response.]

Ah.

[Maybe Tryse knows her too well. It plays on her pride, makes her want to rise to a challenge.

She does like a friendly challenge.

Aloy huffs a breath, and tries to rock back against Tryse.]

I - want this.

[This is a bit better, Tryse thinks. Closer to her preferred lovemaking, but still rough enough that Aloy picks up on the challenge. Also, it's not going to blow through her energy reserves in thirty seconds.

She kisses Aloy's ear and straightens, gliding her free hand up the Nora's back to twine her fingers into the red hair at the base of her skull. Tryse liked the feel of that, but wasn't sure how Aloy would react, so she just gives a light little tug, experimental.]

Look straight ahead.

[She meets Aloy's rocking, adjusting herself to match its rhythm, trying to give her friend as much of a fun time as possible.]

[That Tryse could have gotten tired doesn’t occur to Aloy, miss scrambling-everywhere-after-a-poor-night’s-sleep. Instead she’s finding out about hair pulling, her breath hitching when Tryse tugs, her back trying to arch.

She looks forward. But she tests the person who would call her a little bird.]

What if I don’t?

[Oh, Aloy likes that? Tryse keeps her grip, then, smiling to herself.

The smile fades as soon as the question's asked, though. 'What if I don't?' Crap. Tryse hadn't planned for that. What can she do to Aloy that isn't going overboard or ruining the fun? She considers for a moment, then, without breaking her steady rhythm at all, lets go of the rope around Aloy's waist. She raises her hand, and then it blurs and cracks against Aloy's ass.]

I take advantage.

[oh

She expects something, but somehow she didn’t predict that, and Aloy lets out a yelp, body jerking forward and promptly pulling her own hair. Altogether it makes her want to bury her face again, really, but the option available to her is to let a tremble run through her body. Eventually, she manages a wobbling,]

Cheat.

[So. Not too much. She caresses Aloy's cheek, watching the red imprint, and bites her lip. She's not sure how she feels about Aloy like this. It almost feels like surrender. But at the same time...]

I could make you ride me instead. Let everyone watch you please me.

[Giving up on teasing her also feels like admitting she's going too far. And if Aloy's surrendering, surely that's a site of trust?

She cracks Aloy's ass again, just to test things.]

[Her voice sounds, and this time after her body jerks, she shivers against the witch.]

That's - a terrible way to put it.

[It is about trust in her mind, but in a way, doesn't Tryse get at what they're doing anyway? Especially Aloy pushes back, sensitive and working herself closer.]

[She pauses just a little and colors.]

Yeah, I thought so as soon as I said it.

[She just doesn't have the aura to pull off a line like that.

Tryse smacks the other cheek this time, just to even them out a little, and tugs on Aloy's mane, pulling her up sharply just before pressing down to try to push Aloy against the mattress, so she can get a different, deeper angle as she thrusts. They're sharper now, harder, faster, growing closer to the original wildness, but now it's a sign of Tryse growing too close, starting to lose control, rather than her trying to throw Aloy off her game.]

Well. We're on the same -

[oh

The next spank gets another shiver. Pale skin is definitely going red, a lingering reminder of what Tryse is doing. But it's the way her thick hair gets pulled that brings her to shuddering, Aloy's body arching in the restraints. Right up until Tryse pins her. It's an odd turn of events, that beanpole of a witch pressing down on an athletic clone, but Aloy is willing and Tryse has all the leverage.

She finds herself gasping into the mattress, listening to the sounds of themselves, sore and desperate sensation building to a peak. It's a clumsy groan that will announce her arrival, relying on Tryse to keep her pressed in place as it takes her.]

[Every grunt, every moan, it's music to her ears, fuel for the chaos she's surrendering herself to. Tryse allows the sensations to overwhelm her, strip her off her careful control as she hammers into one of the girls she loves.

Aloy finishes first, but she's not long behind, muscles clenching as the intensity sweeps through her. She'd meant to pull out, offer Aloy a choice, but instead she finds herself pinning her redhead, groaning deep from her chest as her cock pulses inside, filling her to overflowing with Tryse's seed.

After an awkward moment, she pulls out with a little sigh.]

...Sorry. I should have asked if that would be okay first.

[Without thinking, her hands are trying uselessly to grasp for her partner. Luckily Tryse is pressed against her, and for a few moment's she can just live in the mutual pleasure. Breathless moments, heart pounding as she stutters around her witch, feeling Tryse throb -

Even more to process in an overwhelming moment. She swallows, dragging in her breaths as Tryse slips out.]

Somehow, uh. I never stopped to think about it.

We'll worry about that later. You did well, little bird.

[Tryse pauses, then sweeps two fingers through their mixed juices, bringing them up to Aloy's lips. She should probably let Aloy rest, but she's still feeling her oats.]

Taste. You did this.

[There’s plenty to unpack, but around anyone really might not be the best time and place. Besides, Tryse is praising her, and getting called her little bird earns a huffed laugh. And thinking hard about things when she’s feeling good about Tryse is most decidedly not why there’s so much spilling for Tryse to swipe up, a little sound in her throat when fingers drag over her.]

Okay. When we get a chance.

. . .Could get used to that name.

[Aloy is all kinds of red, and she thinks about being a brat about the way Tryse asserts herself. In the end, she tips her head forward, and takes the fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Holds back the face she wants to make at the new taste, because if Tryse is going to tease, she’s going to tease back.]

When we get a chance.

[She giggles into Aloy's ear, cooing softly when her fingers are... cleaned. She shivers, nips Aloy's ear. Tryse doesn't really know how to handle a brat, but she'd expected a tease. Slowly, she withdraws her fingers and swipes them slowly over a cheek, like she's applying face paint.]

Don't deny me too much, Aloy. There's another option back here I have yet to sample on you.

[Except for that nip at her ear, Aloy is starting to relax on the mattress.]

Careful not to overstep. I still have my legs free.

I'm beginning to think you'd welcome it.

[Her hand drifts down to one of those little red imprints and she squeezes.]

Then again, I can't say I've ever had a girl like that. Been had, yes, but... I couldn't blame you if you wanted to back down now.

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