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Titfucking.

ᴛʜᴇ TITFUCKING/PAIZURI ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

Like many an act in porn, titfucking is harder in practice than it is in theory. It just may not be possible for some people. But what could be more fun? Tits are awesome and soft, fucking is amazing. Combine the two, and you have a sandwich most would kill to be a filling in. So, using the flexibility of fiction, come on and place your cock - flesh, plastic, or otherwise - between some pillows that are definitely the most fun of all. It doesn't matter what you call it, titfucking or paizuri, both end in a bang.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preferences, etc. There are F/F and M/M options, as well, so come one, come all!
Reply to others.
RNG for your prompt or go nuts picking your own.

PROMPTS

nondescript: It's simply what it says. A titfuck, with no frills.
happen to be down there: Well, you're down between their legs. Why not?
first try: You've both always wanted to give it a try.
fixation: Breasts are the best, in your eyes. Touching them, kissing them - you want to do everything to them!
up the ante: You really want to get them on their toes, and and there's no way than doing something that's not same old, same old!
tease: A good old fashion boob press leads to more.
combo: Lips + tips = it's not too hard to figure out.
two on one: The secret equation is two pairs of breasts and one cock between them.
only vacancy: In an orgy, you take what you can get.
breast expansion: Get a little more cushion for your pushin'.
milkshake shake shake: AKA lactation kink. You're leaking anyway. Why not go whole hog?
non-con: No need to explain.
mothering: Breasts are a classic symbol of femininity and motherhood. Dote on someone just like mother would.
mutual benefits: Their breasts are so sensitive, you're both getting your minds blown from this.
messy fun: Clean up with some soap or lotion and make sure you clean everywhere.
not so good: Since it's a sex act that's a little spicier than vanilla, titfucking can be "deviant," thus associated with sluttification or corruption. Make of that what you will.
flat: ...you tried? But there's just not much there.
strap-on: Why should people with homegrown dicks have all the fun?
costume: Mix paizuri with some cosplay, a kinky costume, a bikini, or lingerie.
pecs: Because guys can have impressive chests, too.
WILDCARD

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[ Giving, or receiving as futa. ]

[Receiving, naturally.]

[[ooc: Because just look at her. Obviously nothing flat here. No lactation, non-con, or not so good. Otherwise, come at her!]]

[Care for a half-orc gladiator/tactician/war hero? Could be a rich girl "renting" him when he's a gladiator, a comrade who decides he needs to relax during the war, or something else; I'm open to suggestions, of course!]

[[ooc: How about a bit of both? They happen to be war buddies, and when Ruby finds he's a professional gladiator, she borrows him for a night for old time's sake? (Yes, I know that's a bit much plot for a titfuck meme, but I'm a story tragic.]]

[Oho, interesting... well, it's sort of a reversal from his usual setup, but I guess he could get bored enough after the war ends to go back to the arena voluntarily. XD Definitely not expecting to run into her there. Did you want to start off, or shall I?]

[[ooc: That would go both ways, Ruby (or, well, the sorceress in general) canonically gets bored with luxury after her victory, so she could have been at the arena trying to revive her own interest (especially if we assume there's a non-lethal format). Do you mind starting?]]

[Feel free to change/add whatever you like, of course!]

It had been a few years since the war started by the Zalam Mage Empire had ended, and frankly, once the last of the loyalists and the necromancers and so on had been wiped out, Aztshuktha quickly became profoundly bored. He traveled for awhile on his own, but it just wasn't the same at all, and he did something he hadn't really expected he would do: he returned to the gladiatorial arena. This time, though, it was voluntary, and he was free and well-paid--even beyond being a war hero, he become a sort of celebrity, in fact, and wealthy patrons would pay handsomely for his time outside the arena.

To his confusion, flattering as it was, many of them were women--either young women, or wealthy widows. All of them were human, of course, and generally not exactly his type, but he didn't mind flirting, in his own way, and making them swoon every now and then. He made a point to be courteous, though, however little interest he might have had, and confident as he was in his control of the situation, he made no serious efforts to screen his patrons.

Which left him rather surprised when he opened the door to his quarters at the appointed time to see the sorceress Ruby there. If there was one human who certainly could throw off his composure...

"...hunh..? ...you're here?"

...it was a safe bet that came out a bit ruder than he'd really intended, but she knew as well as anyone how gruff he could be.

"Is that any way to greet a friend?"

Ruby's friendship with the half-orc went back to that very same war. She couldn't claim to be any sort of famous soldier, though; she was a career adventurer, and her homeland had simply offered a good price to join the war effort. She's wound up under the command of Aztshuktha, and while he took exception to her calling him "Azzie" (her accent made orcish names hard to pronounce) they had ended up working very well together... and getting along like a house on fire off the battlefield.

"I saw that you'd gotten bored enough to come back here. Enjoying your fame?"

The pot was calling the kettle black a little there. Ruby had only come to the arena in an attempt to fend off her own boredom. While she wasn't as famous as him (for battlefield feats, at least - the young men of the city treated her rack as a local legend) her feats had earned her a very tidy sum and she was frugal enough to make it last while living comfortably, but that wasn't exactly stimulating. So to the arena she'd gone - and then she'd decided to splurge on some company.

Aztshuktha squinted at her, but smirked. He'd been called much worse things than "Azzie" (even if it sounded bizarrely cutesy to him) and even if he never said as much aloud, he'd actually grown rather fond of her, despite her casual teasing. Or, maybe because of it; he tended to be a bit on the serious, grim, pensive side, and her lighthearted attitude was somehow refreshing. She was also one of very few humans he'd met who had anything resembling orcish curves, even if the rest of her was as delicate and spindly as the rest of her people.

He of course hadn't expounded on any of those thoughts, or the nature of his fondness--he'd just made a point when they parted ways to ensure that she was well prepared for her journey, with his usual stubbornness and efficiency.

He shook his head and grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, with one of his characteristic grunts.

"...hnh. Wasn't expecting you. I've got an appointment, you know. Might have to kick you out, unless the patron feels like sharing."

...he might have meant that innocently, or might not. It was always a bit hard to be sure with that combination of gladiator and orcish senses of humor.

[Either giving, or receiving as a futa. No noncon, please.]

[Receiving mostly. Seriously, her boob game is strong.]

Edited 2016-06-19 01:32 (UTC)

[ Giving. Nothing flat, obvs, but pretty much anything else goes. ]

( Giving, mostly, though I'm willing to play her as a futanari if you want her on the receiving end. No flat (for her, anyway), lactation, or non-con. )

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