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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. THE TEMPLES
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.
All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”
He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.
That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
The kind of jams that last all night.
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Your character will revert to their true age if they were affected by the carousel last month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Have fun!
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Notes:
1. Any food found on the midway is consumable by non-human entities. The cotton candy will likewise affect anyone who is not human.
2. I still believe.
3. The memory can be one that your character has repressed or forgotten.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Notes:
1. Only for characters of age havin the intercourse, please.
2. If your characters want to get naughty, they may discover that these swan boats have a little glove box containing condoms, lube and the like. You could also just fill the former up with water and throw them at that guy running the ride when it's over.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
Notes:
1. To return to their natural state, your character must reveal a personality trait or incident that would correspond to the monster they’ve turned into. For example, a person turned vampire might talk about how they feel they drain other people’s energy with their problems, or that they feel drained by other people’s. A ghost might not be able to let go of the past, and a werewolf might have anger issues. Interpret as you will!
2. The monsters can abide by any monster rules that you like. Is your vampire a Twilight vampire or a Dracula? It’s up to you!
3. The horror ride guy is weirdly impervious to harm.
4. All characters will return to normal at the end of October.
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Perhaps her answer might change with experience with him. It probably would. But here and now...well, he was very good at enjoying the here and now.
And goddamn, she was a good kisser for someone who hadn't known the same consideration. Maybe it came from her own consideration of others, but if he weren't so caught up in the moment of pleasure and happiness, he'd actually feel angry at others for not showing her what she showed them. So he did his best to pour his own consideration into the kiss, to make it as good for her as it was for him.
As she lays back down, he wastes no time in removing her shoes and then pulling her jeans down and off. For the moment, he leaves her panties on. He kisses, licks, and caresses his way around her center, starting with those sides so sensitive they were ticklish. Ticklish was good, it was very good, because if you knew what you were doing you could turn that sensitivity from laughter to moaning with a little work, and he put that work in. Then he worked his way south, but past her bullseye. It was good to build up her want there first, to make it damn near an ache that he would satisfy when he circled inward. For now, he showered her inner thighs with the same attention as her sides, inching up closer and closer and spreading her legs a little as he did so.
Finally, hovered at her panties, his breath hot and making the material a little moist from his end. Slowly, deliberately, he drew his tongue up along the material, his eyes hot on hers if she was watching him finally reach his destination.
"You have me," whispers into her folds. Then he slowly starts to remove her underwear.
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But this is different, for one thing Wade is anything but lazy as is obvious from the amount of time he takes to explore and tease her as he gets closer and closer to her center. By the time he's done showering her inner thighs with licks and kisses she is panting and wet, her panties sticking to her like a second skin.
Normally she might feel shy or embarrassed by such an obvious indication of her desire for him but not this time, all she feels is eager and aroused at what comes next.
"Ohhh!" She gasps as he slowly licks up the length of the already wet material, as if she were the world's best lollipop and he wants to savor the taste.
As he removes her panties she licks her lips and sits up a little, looking him in the eyes. They're such expressive eyes and she shivers from the look of desire she sees in them.
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And of course, there's the little fact of just how much he's enjoying this adoration of her.
"I'm going to fuck you better with my tongue and fingers than any of your other lovers ever have with everything else at their disposal," he says, his eyes directly on hers. It's a big promise, but one that he's pretty sure he can live up to based on what she's told him. "And then, when you've already had better than you've ever had, I'll slide into you and really take you."
It's a little bit of...not quite dirty?...talk. But he thinks it might be incredibly sexy to her to compare this to everything that came before and find it so much better (or he hopes so much better, anyway).
And then he slips two fingers slowly into her, exploring around with them. His eyes never leave hers, because at the moment he revels in the connection between them and thinks she probably needs that after never having had it before. But also...it allows him to watch her reactions. He's enjoying the exploration, but if he finds any really good spots, he wants to know. If he finds the spot, he definitely wants to know. Wade wants to memorize every fold inside her, every spot that makes her gasp, and he wants to play her like a well-tuned instrument once he does. For the moment, he avoids leaning down to lick her clit, as much as he might want to, because he doesn't want those reactions to interfere with him finding what he's looking for. But there's no rush...they have all the time in the world in this magical tunnel and he's happy to take it.
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"Oh god, yes please. I want that so bad." She murmurs softly before uttering a low moan as he slides his fingers into her, her head snapping back up, her eyes opening and locking on his.
Having part of him finally inside her, probing deeply, only makes her wetter and soon she is practically writhing in her own juices under his thorough exploration. She can feel her hips starting respond to his slow almost thoughtful motions, a gentle rocking back and forth motion on his fingers to help him find the right spot.
The fact that he keeps eye contact with her as he fingers her is incredibly sexy and she tries to maintain it as best she can but when he hits a certain spot she can't help but roll her eyes up to the tunnel ceiling and cry out. It would seem that his diligence had paid off and he's found what he was looking for.
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He isn't disappointed, but even expecting it he is surprised. He grins, and wonders if the magic of the tunnel means they are basically alone in their own magic bubble. You know what? They pretty much have to be. That's how these things work. And if they aren't...well, someone might get quite an earful and he is not remotely sorry about it. In fact, he's going to push her to greater heights, starting now.
Having found the spot he was looking for - and he'd been prepared to not find it, many women were clit only after all, but that didn't excuse not looking for it - he begins to massage it, running his fingertip in circles around it. As he does so, he leans down and draws the tip of his tongue along her clit. His attentions there start slow and delicate, but remain in rhythm with his fingers inside her. Little licks, then swirling around it, sucking it between his lips, gradually growing more intense as he builds her up.
But...oh but. Wade doesn't intend for it to go quickly, oh no. He takes his time, and every time she seems to get close, he backs off a bit, lets he cool down, lets the heat and the want build, and then he works her up again...just a little further than the last time, but again backing off as she approaches the edge. Now he works to build that need, that intensity. His goal is to drive her nearly mad with desire to release, and then...only then...to push her over that edge and watch her orgasm from his excellent vantage point between her legs.
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The way he pulls back only to drive her passion more forward each time makes her feel like she's caught in some wonderful sexual rollercoaster but she welcomes it, letting go and giving him complete control of her pleasure.
"Oh Wade!" She gasps, her hands moving up to squeeze her own breasts as he continues to lavish attention on her lower half. Her nipples are hard and she rubs at them while still holding his gaze.
"Ah!! I'm so close...."
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His fingers seek out her spot and really start stimulating it aggressively as he places his mouth around her clit, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around it over and over, driving her to that brink. His other hand grips her ass and holds her to his face.
"Come for me," he murmurs into her folds, probably barely if at all audible over her own sounds of pleasure.
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Her whole body seems to clench as her orgasm rockets through her, her back arching and her mouth opening to let loose a loud scream. She can feel the muscles inside her clench and relax then clench again, her hips lifting and grinding against his tongue and mouth. It seems to last forever and when it finally begins to ease she can only fall back against the reclined seat; exhausted, sweaty and covered in her own juices.
"ohholyfuckwade...." She whispers, running a hand through her hair as she tries to get her breath back.
"I don't think I can feel my legs after that...."
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His face is messy with her when her thighs finally relax enough to allow him to lift his head up just a bit and grin at her.
"You do have a rebel yell," he says, and then licks the taste of her from his lips. "I think you squirt too." After all, they were both covered in her juices at this point.
"Heh...you don't think you can feel your legs now...just wait. That was just the appetizer." He begins to crawl back up the length of her, kissing and licking as he goes. Naturally, he spends quite a bit of time at her chest again before finally ending up perched over her.
"You know, if you kiss me now, you can taste yourself. You want to do that?"
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"Does this outfit come off easily or do I have to tear it off you?" She asks huskily, tugging at his collar.
"Because if we are moving onto the main course I want to feel every inch of you against me."
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"Tearing it off does sound like fun, but I just got a new one from that timey wimey carousel stuff. But it does have a secret zipper that only a few special people get to know about. Do you wanna unzip my secret zipper?"
There wasn't even a question of if she was one of the special people. That much was obvious at this point. But still, who didn't like secret things? And secret zippers. I mean, c'mon.
Oh wait. Narrative tangent. Anyways, when she answers in the affirmative, he guides her hand to where the zipper starts around his midsection, separating the top from the bottom like a normal shirt and pants. It actually is pretty well hidden, the effect making the whole ensemble look like one piece, because that was just how super hero stuff was supposed to roll. Deadpool didn't make the rules, he just put the pants on.
"But...just a reminder...ah...every inch is...textured." The confidence between her legs is replaced once again by a self consciousness he doesn't often show, because he's not often disrobed.
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She does note his sudden self consciousness though, finding it interesting that their roles have reversed and she kisses him again. A little more softly but still sweetly, her tongue dipping into his mouth to encourage him.
"I don't care." She says as she starts to peel the top portion of his costume off. "I just want to feel you against me Wade. Please."
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The way she kisses him does so, so much to alleviate his self consciousness. Seriously, this woman is incredible at kissing and communicating with those kisses. This one is soft and sweet, and he just feels himself melting into it, into her. When she starts to peel off his top, he's still in a warm glow from the kiss and lets her do so without any resistance. When it's gone, he pulls her against him, pillowing her chest against his, and kisses her again, seeking more of that sweetness now that their tops are skin to skin.
Then he guides her hands down to the edge of his pants, inviting her to free more of him to be up against her.
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Which starts with kissing, he seems to really enjoy her kisses so she takes her time and keeps it sweet. Sometimes moving her head back so her lips are just whispering against his only to have them press back a moment later, firm and deep. When he guides her hands down to the edge of his pants she uses her finger nails to tease and lightly scratch at the skin just above it before moving her hand further down.
She doesn't free him just yet and neither does she tease him, instead she boldly places her palm along the length of his erection. Her hand staying still for a moment in case he wants to object in any way, when he doesn't voice any concerns she begins to slowly rub up and down his full length.
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His hips move a little against her hand, little thrusts as allowed by the space (which admittedly is limited since he is still straddling her lap). As she moves her hand, his side of the kiss becomes more heated. His hands travel up and down her sides, and then come to either side of her face, his fingers tangling up in her hair, as he kisses her with ever higher hunger.
"Roxy..." Just that, Roxy. He just wanted to say her name, the name of the woman who had in a few short days blown past all of his walls.
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When he says her name she feels a shiver run down her spine, there's something in his tone that doesn't just sound like sexual desire. There's an undercurrent of something more and she feels her whole body respond to it, wanting him again only this time fully.
"Wade...." She says, her one hand continuing to rub him slowly as the other begins to unzip the rest of his costume.
"I really want to fuck you." She says and then pauses, moving her face back so he can see the smile she's wearing.
"But uh.... Remember how you mentioned that your powers make it so you can just keep going and going? I think you used the term 'superpower super impregnation'? We should probably see if this boat comes equipped with condoms...."
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"Oh yeah, if you're not on some kind of birth control, your uterus would definitely get invaded by my little Spermpool legions..."
He turns away and looks at the front of the boat, and from this angle he does see some drawers. Well, that's interesting. Now, one wouldn't normally expect a ride to come equipped with condoms, but this ride... He reaches out, tugs open ad drawer, and yep. There they are. Makes complete sense. Wade grabs one and holds it up for her.
"Huh. Don't recognize the brand. Wonder if it's as magical as everything else here?"
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"Who cares, lets just get it on you so you can get inside me." She says, giving him another squeeze before setting to work on stripping off the lower half of his costume which now that she's figured out the secret zippers doesn't take her very long. Soon he's just as naked as she is and when she looks at him, even with all the scars, she still thinks his body is amazing. Tight and well muscled with a fantastic ass.
She looks up into his eyes and smiles, leaning forward to pepper his face in small kisses as she rolls the condom onto his dick.
"You ready?"
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Wade shifts and moves to help her undress him, and then kicks the leggings back under the glove box with the rest of their clothes. As she rolls the condom onto him, he gasps in pleasure and...surprise?
"I...I think I can feel your fingers like there's nothing there." He looks down at the condom. "Definitely magic. Okay, creepy carnival place. I think this can make up for the carousel bullshit. I accept your apology."
Then he looks up at her, and in all seriousness says, "I...I'm not sure I can ever be ready for someone as amazing as you to want me inside her."
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When he looks at her seriously she pauses, a small blush creeping across her face when he calls her amazing. She's really not used to guys complimenting her with such naked honesty but she likes it, it makes her feel seen and desired.
"Will it help if I tell you that I'm ready?" She asks, kissing his lips softly as her hand runs up the length of his erection again.
"That I want you to slide deep inside me, nice and slow?"
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His eyes sparkle with mirth. Hey, it's fun to talk sexy about big dicks filling her up. No harm in it, right? Besides, there was nothing like a little anticipation to spice things up.
"You found your rebel yell, but we've yet to hit the midnight hour where you'll cry more, more, more." Is he really that much of a Billy Idol fan? Eh, probably not, but this is his joke for his first time with her and her Texan accent, so it's all good.
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"I'm sure you'll be able to make me cry more, more, more." She says, half singing the last part.
"Unless you plan on making me wait so long for my love vibration that I'll have to 'dance' with myself." She teases back, enjoying the fact that they are both making dumb Billy Idol references while totally naked and about to have sex. This is why she likes him though, he's fun, silly and sweet all at once.
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As he speaks, he rubs himself against her, teasing her with his length as he works to make her imagine what it's going to feel like inside her. Meanwhile, he is perfectly okay with Billy Idol becoming the patron saint of their sex life.
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"Oooh..." She says and inhales sharply, "I think I want to start just as we are right now, you on top."
Her eyes flicker up to his as she opens her legs a bit wider for him, tilting her hips so that the tip of his cock pushes gently against her opening. She wants him, quite badly now, but there is something delicious about the anticipation of feeling him slide in.
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It's his turn to gasp a little as his tip brushes against her wet folds, which seem to be more than just inviting him in; they demand his length now. His breathing becomes heavier, and he adjusts just a bit so he is positioned well. His eyes hold hers as he slides the tip of himself in.
"Hey, silver lining of my skin condition...I'm ribbed for your pleasure."
Then he leans down and kisses her full on the mouth as his hands slide down to her hips to hold on as he slowly slips into her, deeper, deeper, deeper still, until he is in to the hilt. His hands travel back up her sides, dragging his nails her and there a bit until he slips them up along her upper back and his fingers curl around her shoulders as he presses their bodies together and lets her get used to the feel of him inside her as he kisses her softly.
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