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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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[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.

[She squirms a little, but doesn't sound like she's complaining about the squeeze.]

Trying to play on my pride. I thought you'd need a minute, anyway.

[Gods above, but she loves Aloy's body.

She laughs a little and presses a kiss to Aloy's ear.]

To catch my breath? I just need to see you smile and I find I have more energy. But I can let you free for your next round, if you prefer...

[She deserves some admiration once in a while. A hum, enjoying the kiss.

But there are more rounds, and pride aside, how much is too much? Aloy makes herself roll, sit up. Maybe she can bump her side against Tryse, though.]

Romantic. Rest up, and you can save some lines.

Probably for the best. Decent, but topical, poetry's hard to come by you know.

[She gestures, dismissing her addition, and leans against Aloy's side.]

[If Tryse is already obscured again by the chiton...Aloy doesn't even realize the addition has been ended.]

We all have our unique challenges.

[She pecks her cheek.]

There'll be plenty of other chances to play like that, as you said. Maybe I'll wait for you to ask for it.

[Pecked!]

Promise not to tease you with that wait too often.

Of course. You're not cruel. The cruel thing for me to do would be to slip this [and here she indicates the still buzzing vibrator] in and tug your little outfit over to hold it in until someone has mercy.

[She clicks it off instead. And reaches down to adjust Aloy's costume anyway, giving her crotch a prim little pat when she's done.]

[She huffs when Tryse pats her there. A little bump against Tryse, and then Aloy starts standing up.]

Maybe I'll start learning.

Promises, promises...

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