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@kiritsubo

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text; un: dabi

[skinstitch]

there's a party this weekend.

what are you gonna wear?

[tattooism]

Why, if it isn't a fellow I've been hearing a lot about recently...

So sure you want me to spoil the surprise?

voice to text; charliedivin

[ratratrat]

[sent after the conversation they had on the rating app]

I got you a partner - he asked for introductions. [Cute, right?]

Guy's name is Concord, he's a... unicorn. A real one. Now, he assures me his equipment is 'normal' - but where's the fun in that, right? Anyway, he's the earnest type who wants to work off some steam. Likes alcohol and being called 'sir'.

I'll let him take it from here.

[tattooism]

[Aww, that is cute!]

If it isn't my perverse and nefarious pimp~

How in the world did you convince a unicorn to get anywhere near you for a conversation... ?

[That's a joke, though. The whole "unicorns only approach virgins" was a bit unbelievable even back when Western spirits became known in her corner of the world.]

Whether "normal" means "for a unicorn" or not... I'll still happily try him ♡

It's been a while since I've been in the saddle... though I guess my last ride was technically an alicorn...

Shall I eagerly await his message, or meet him in a low-lit bar with a rose pinned to my breast... ?

text @weirdhorse (Timed along with the above thread!)

[virtuesignal]

[This is so damned embarrassing, but Concord made the bed of asking Charlie for this and now he'll lay in it...]

This is Concord. A pleasure.

And also my apologies for Charlie's choice of introduction. [a crass one, meaning]

He may be a troubled young man, but I do believe he means no harm.

[tattooism]

[Well, if it isn't... My, "weird horse" is one way to explain a unicorn.]

Good evening, Concord. I heard you would be coming to make your own introductions.

And I've been looking forward to it ♡

Here I thought I was one of the only people around who thought our friend Charlie in his youthful years~

FOR DARK 🔮 MISTLETOE命令

[tattooism]

[When Kiritsubo had met a man called Dark in the bloodstained morgue of the Golden Peacock, she had known then two things: that they would meet again, and that they would fuck. But just being able to see the「Truth」did not make one a prophet. She certainly wasn't about to claim that she knew exactly when and where those things would happen, or under what circumstance...

She is amused that its in such a festive condition.

He had claimed to be quite the powerful mage, but it is biology, not spell or illusion, that allows Kiritsubo to change her shape. There is no seeing through it or de-spelling it. So perhaps he will not recognize the woman in the vaguely-holiday-themed hunter green dress with poinsettia red wrap, lounging against a doorframe with a pipe hanging loosely in her elegant fingers. Whether he does or not... The look in her piercing gold eyes seems to imply she recognizes him, even before she greets him with a,]

Well, well, well... If it isn't the biggest, baddest, and most handsome wizard in the universe.

[Her lips quirk into a little smile, a little curl of a finger seeming to invite him closer. Is she aware of the little sprig of holly above her, or of what tradition involving it usually meant?

... Maybe.]

[helloween]

[ With the change of biology comes a change of aura. They aren't in a world where Dark is as in touch with astral forms and, as such, he does not recognize Kiritsubo. What could be absolutely infuriating is that Dark is still willing to play along in aims to bag as many women as possible regardless of whether he knows them or not. He's got to up his body count. Long story short, Dark is a creature driven by his wants and horny whims, of little more than instinct and greed.

There's a moment where Dark's eyes flicker with some ounce of "who is this person?" though faint and not likely to be detected by anyone unkeen or looking for it. He lifts his chin with some playful defiance to Kiritsubo's finger curling, feet planted firmly in place without closing the distance between them. ]

Yeah? And now what?

@perfume | text

[eaudevamp]

Greetings Kiritsubo. Do you have some available time on the 17th of December? There is a birthday celebration being held, and I would like to invite you along as my plus-one.

@kiritsubo

[tattooism]

Why, if it isn’t my lewd prince ♡

I’d be delighted to attend. Who’s the birthday boy or girl? Am I expected to bring a gift?

un: lskennedy

[tyrantbait]

Hey Kiritsubo

I wanted to check in and see how you're holding up.

[tattooism]

Hey, handsome~

I'm doing just fine, a little "casino fever" aside. And you... ?

Lust is Birds [Captcha Refuge, NSFW]

[tattooism]

Continued from here;

[He asks if she has something... and the soft sound of lewd suction is put to pause, a voice wet with gathered saliva answering coyly,]

What if I did... ?

[A sigh leaks through the speaker system, half-muffled by a tongue running over... over something.]

un: charliedivin | voice to text

[ratratrat]

I got you another partner, but this time it's... eh, a personal request.

Not that you gotta be nice to her. She's just kind of. Inexperienced. Kind of!

And she didn't ask for me to hook her up with anyone - she needs the help, though.

[tattooism]

Oh, my? A personal request, from my dearest peacock friend… ?

Now I’m doubly curious.

moving this here coz captcha is still dead

[astraisborn]

[ooc: Continued from here]

How poetic! You have a lovely way with words.

Be as charmed as you want! I'll just work it more when we meet.

Name a time and place and we'll call it a date.

crying

[tattooism]

I am a poet, you have caught me~

Shall we say two nights from now? And since I picked the time, you can pick the place.

Fairness and all that.

un: archiviste 8/14

[murrmoire]

Hi, is this Kiritsubo? This is Noé from the auction.

Would you still like to meet up sometime?

[tattooism]

Hello, Noé. You've found me~ This is Kiritsubo, your one-time bidding admirer.

I think you have read my mind ♡

text; un: 7to3

[dullknife]

I received your flower.

[tattooism]

I think most people would be more interested in whether you liked the flower ♡

But I’ll take knowing you received it.

Delivery

[lieabilities]

[ Kiritsubo will find a box with just a bit of slime on the corner left on herdoor, containing a little guy in purple, a charm necklace, and a note. ]

Do take care of him, he's sensitive.

- Kleken

[tattooism]

[ My, my, my, what's this...

Kiritsubo smiles a bit to herself as she picks the little knit figure out of the box, turning it over in her hands before giving it's "cheek" a little stroke with the side of her finger.

Cute.

The necklace is a nice attempt at a consolation prize. For the moment, when looped, it will make an adorable crown for the octopus on her shelf. ]

Action, continuing our previous thread!

[lakan]

[ Coming back to the familiar scenery of a spa, surrounded by the warmth of light wooden walls and floors keeping the sound of their breaths, together with the creaking of the massage bed. Troy is on his knees right behind Kiritsubo while she lies on her stomach, a pillow propping her hips up as Troy starts to penetrate her from behind. His cock stretching her ass. Amidst the flirty banter and the pleased sighs, Troy hears her confident declaration about how his previous partners must have struggled to take his size, even with all the tingly lubricants and preparation, yet here she is proving her words true. She indeed can.

Troy leans forward and closer towards Kiritsubo, letting his elbows sink against the cushion of the sturdy massage chair, and feel the warmth radiating from her bare back lick at the glistening skin of his chest, down to his clenched abdomen. ]

Mhmm... Makes me wonder if you're using your powers or you're just that excited to feel me in your ass like this.

[ Troy slowly starts to pull his hips back, then pushing forward and repeat, paying close attention to how her muscles clench with each pass ]

[tattooism]

CONTINUED FROM: HERE

[ How she hates that he pulls his hips back, robbing her of the sensation of fill. But if he does not pull back he cannot push back in, and the conflict of those base emotions make her whine and squirm, toes digging in for some sort of purchase but there's no sheets to catch in, just the smooth surface of the massage bed, and so she is "trapped" (willingly) and at his mercy. ]

If I was using my powers to try and make you cum... You'd have already cum already, Troy...

[ She sounds sure, even with a moan on her tongue. Trying to tempt him fuller inside, to urge him to stretch her even further, she arches her spine to try and prop her hips even further up than the pillow, the movement rubbing even more of her achingly untended slick against his balls. ]

Let me be excited... Make me taste all of that cock...

[ The way he leans over her body and props his weight on his elbows means she can crane her head to press her lips against his forearm, nipping wantonly with sharp canines into a needy nibble, a reminder that her mouth was good for things beyond just filthy words. ]

action;

[smokedout]

[After this...]

[Sometime after he'd eaten dinner, Dodger sets Kiritsubo directions for one of the mating season stations. He's got a pretty good financial cushion from sleeping with Henry pretty much every night, so he really doesn't mind this - and it's sort of nice to see the difference in treatment he's getting now that he's no longer a Three. He's most of the way through setting a room up when she arrives, and he offers a lazy salute.]

Kiritsubo, yeah?

[People tend not to approach him unless he already knows them, so this is a fairly safe guess.]

[tattooism]

[ Perhaps it was a good guess, that the dark-haired woman who swayed her way to the mating season pod was the one who had agreed to meet him. The way she wears her loose robes reveals hints of ink on her cleavage, and from her fingers dangles a kiseru pipe, a curl of smoke trailing off into the air. ]

Goodness, it's been a long time since I've seen one of these...

[ But she takes her time actually confirming it, moving to take a bit of a draw on the pipe before she smiles around the mouthpiece. ]

That's me.