You don't know why you strayed off your path, or why you decided to enter the unmarked, unlocked door. Something simply beckoned you, and there was no resisting.
Once inside the building, you'll find yourself in a long hallway marked by multiple doors on both sides. The walls are painted a deep red and lit with gently flickering candles. It's lovely in a way, but there's something ominous about the whole setup. |
Rules: Your character picks a door, seemingly at random, only to have it lock behind them. Inside, they'll find the room set up as if to show their greatest sexual fantasy - even one they may not realize themselves. Everything is perfectly prepared from the bed to the drawers filled with different tools and pleasurable objects to enticing refreshments on the tables. There's a deep scent to the air, perfume tainted with something dark - and the more you breathe in, the more your fantasies will come to mind, until the thought of not acting on them is unbearable.
All there is to do next is wait... You won't be alone for long.
Roll for your character when tagging, or pick a number (or three) that best suits you.
When posting your character, feel free to write a small description about them, about what their fantasy might be, and how the room may be set up. Your character will be compelled to act out their fantasy, no matter the cost.
Have fun!
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01 ❧ White Room
Simple fucking. The room is a pristine white, all lace and sheer drapery, and your beloved is already curled in bed, waiting. You've wanted this person for as long as you can remember, and now they're at your utter mercy. Possibilities range from vanilla sex to noncon. The aphrodisiacs in the air will help you get what's yours, and there are all sorts of delicious drinks to help you along.
02 ❧ Black Room
Bondage. A candlelit room in ornate black, with a chandelier made of bones and walls of leather. Either you want to be restrained, or you've always wanted to tie someone up so that they're helplessly dependent on you. From simple cuffs to intricate Japanese rope bondage to suspension, this room provides it all.
03 ❧ Pink Room
Genderplay. From crossdressing to actual sex-changing, your room includes everything you could possibly dream of. Certain drinks will make you switch bodies, and the closets are filled with all sorts of outfits from the perfectly innocent to downright kinky. From maid/butler outfits to your character's favorite cosplay, anything is possible. Perhaps the outfit you choose will force you to act in that role - for example, a butler's outfit may give you the urge to serve your partner's every whim.
04 ❧ Orange Room
Foodplay. There's a lovely tropical air to the breeze here, and tables are lined with delicious treats, perfect for sharing. Sharing is caring! Maybe you'd like to pour expensive wine over your partner, or eat your favorite food off them, slowly and seductively, until both of you are stuffed in every way possible...
05 ❧ Red Room
Love in Vein. Interested in bloodplay? Your room may be set up like a hospital or even a dirty dungeon, complete with needles and other sharp objects. Take things as far as you can, then go a little further. If you choose this option, please note if your character is open to guro/death. Vampires more than welcome.
06 ❧ Green Room
Multiple partners/multiple penetration. Invite a few friends or use some of the handy toys provided and fill every hole. Tentacles provided upon request.
07 ❧ Yellow Room
Anonymous sex. You're blindfolded and have no idea if the person touching you is friend, foe, or a complete stranger. Somehow, it's all the more thrilling for not knowing...
08 ❧ Gray Room
Phone sex. A steely, futuristic setting. There's a phone ringing next to the bed. Better answer it. Or maybe there's a nice shiny computer with a webcam and you just can't resist the urge to show off...
09 ❧ Black & White Room
Master/Slave. Either you've always wanted to be in charge, or the thought of total submission is almost more than you can bear. Make sure to lick those boots nice and clean.
10 ❧ Purple Room
Humiliation. A room fit for royalty... but do you really deserve to be here? There's just something about being humiliated that turns you on uncontrollably. From being forced to act as furniture for your partner's pleasure to being mercilessly teased, it's all incredibly arousing.
11 ❧ Blue Room
Special powers. Ofuda bondage, electricity play, size play, and so forth. If you've got it, flaunt it. Any power your character possesses will become unlocked in here, although trying to damage the room will have little effect. Better to use that energy satisfying your partner.
12 ❧ Checkered Room
Doubles. You're one of a kind... or are you? Find your twin and act out your fantasy, or multiples of your desired partner. The more the merrier, right? This room features mirrors and furniture shaped like ornate chess pieces.
13 ❧ Crimson Room
Marking. A dark room filled with paintings and graffiti on the walls.Stain your partner for life with a tattoo or lovely scar so everyone knows they belong to you. Piercings can also be used as a mark of ownership, and the most exquisite jewelry is available for your lucky partner (or victim).
14 ❧ Pearl Room
Toys. A shimmering room with walls made of glass and opal, lined with toys. From cock-rings to strap-ons, whips and floggers and feathers, any toy you can dream up will be here for your use. This includes bigger toys, such as sex swings and fucking machines as well.
15 ❧ Lavender Room
Vouyerism. No one's around, so you might as well get started on freeing yourself, right? Only you may not be as alone as you'd thought... The flowers painted on the walls feature tiny peep-holes for those of you who don't want to get too close.
16 ❧ Rainbow Room
Something missing? Pick this option for the wildest idea you can think up. This room will transform itself into your very own fantasy. Simple and sweet or sick and twisted, it's all up to you. |
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And he figures he made the right decision, when Ultra Magnus moans like that, his optics brightening. Good, that's--very good. He's becoming conscious of his own hardware reacting to Magnus's sounds and motions and straining venting. He's getting wetter and more distracted, but not so distracted that he forgets what he's supposed to be doing, here.]
Mmmm. [he hums pleasantly against Magnus, shortly pulling back and wiping at his mouth] I think I'd like it if you showed me your spike. [his fingertips came to rest at one of Magnus's thighs--even in consented control, he had a way with his turn of phrase.]
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I... all right. If you understand what you're asking for.
[With a small grunt of relief, his spike is pressurized all too easily. As to be expected, it's sizable as it extends out, jutting out into the air. Everything else about him is large; there's no point if the spike didn't match.]
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[it looked like Rung was just dying to get his hands on that rod, running his fingertips up the sides in ghosting little touches, leaning to draw his tongue up the underside in one long slow sure lick.]
Do you like this, Magnus? Do you think I should let you do something? Lubricate yourself for me, perhaps..?
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[Some restraint. There's a strong tremor in his frame as he feels the doctor's fingers on his spike. They're so briefly there, teasing him.
And he can't stop himself now. He groans strongly at the tongue patiently running up his length.]
Rung. [Mangus tries to remain still. It's immensely difficult.]
I. I do. Yes. [It feels both wonderful and shameful to admit how much he's enjoying this.]
I would be grateful. Please.
[Still with the manners.]
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Rung puts the lube container in Magnus's hand, withdraws, sits back up on his knees. Meeting Ultra Magnus's optics, making it clear he intends to watch him touch himself.]
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[The container is taken and he pauses as he glances at Rung. He... wants to watch? That almost baffles him for a moment. Forgive Magnus; it's a rarity he's even in this situation to begin with.
Ultra Magnus takes his time, applying some of the lubricant to his hand. Slowly, he wraps his hand around himself, finding himself locked in a gaze with Rung as he strokes himself at least once.
Something like this hasn't really. Happened to him before. Someone engrossed in watching him like this as he pleasures himself. It does something in him, makes him shiver as he pumps his hand.
And he thinks, briefly, of Rung's mouth on him again, tongue licking up inside of him. Magnus lets out a strained sound, part of him just wanting to buck into his own palm and finish it there, because even that thought right now is enough.
But he doesn't. He holds back, somehow, as he rolls his hips.]
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And before he knows it, he's climbing back up onto Ultra Magnus with care, draping across that incredibly wide, impossibly strong chest, and kissing down the side of Magnus's face. He may have slightly overestimated his ability to remain completely detached from this, as his kissing has a strong overtone of passion and he's just an inch away from demanding Magnus stop stroking himself and put that spike to other pursuits. He vents hot by his head.]
Magnus, I'm--you're incredible. I think--I have to, ah. [the normally deliberately speeched psychiatrist was completely unsure of how to make these words, he wanted ...he needed to do this properly, but oh, it was tempting.] --Would you like to overload like this, or inside me.
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At the kisses, he groans softly, jerking his hand a little more as he leans into the contact. Yes, yes, yes. He likes the soft affection of his lips.
Compliments. No, he still doesn't know what to do with them. He exhales softly, stroking himself with one more pump before he can even think to respond.]
I want to-- [He knows, so badly, what he wants, but he knows also what he doesn't.] Rung, I don't wish to hurt you.
[He's not even average by any means. Would he hurt Rung? He can't even think of that, he won't... let that happen.]
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Could be he's recording Magnus's little groans and protests.]
--I think that if we go very slowly, we can make it work, if that's what you want. I know it's what I want.
[And if the amount which he's ferociously lubricating right now is any indication, it's definitely what he wants.
The touch of Magnus's hand on his waist is something he's acutely aware of, and he reaches down to play across the bigger knuckle-joints, to clasp the back of that hand reassuringly.] I know you'd never hurt me. Why don't you take a measurement yourself, and see if you'll fit.
[if he couldn't have Ultra Magnus's spike in him, by Primus he'd have at least two fingers.]
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It takes all of his willpower to not buck up suddenly when Rung confesses that's what he wants. Yes.]
I want to be inside you. But.
[It feels good to admit that openly now. He shivers.]
I won't harm you. I...
[Magnus leans in, lightly pressing his lips to Rung's. It's brief, but he wants that too. The gentle assurance, to give that.]
If you'll let me, I. Would like to prepare you first. Then I'll know.
[Stretch him out with his fingers. Feel him from the inside. That would be so good right now.]
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He was, if nothing else, disastrously good at following guidelines. The kiss warmed his spark, and Rung found himself musing on the possibility of some kind of relationship, outside of work, outside of this room, with Ultra Magnus.
Incredible.]
Permission granted.
[It was said with a kind of half-vented amusement, that Rung would be in a position to allow something he so badly wanted himself.
And despite that it was edging on the unprofessional, he scooted down just a little and--using both hands to brace himself on Magnus's chest, started slowly rubbing the edge of his valve against Ultra Magnus's proudly erect spike.] From here--I'd say--It's going to be, ahh, close. Either way. [the gentlest of fuzzy distortion in his voice as he struggled not to lose control of himself while teasing.] But you go ahead, and do your own ...thorough investigation.
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But it's not quite on his mind right now. There's other matters flooding his processor.
He shivers at the permission granted.]
Thank you.
[He does pause to moan loudly at Rung teasing him, the wet valve rubbing against his spike. Frag, it's tempting to just thrust into that mindlessly, but he behaves. He remains as still as he possibly can as he relieves his hand from his throbbing length.]
I assure you -- I am very detail-orientated.
[A hand remains to Rung's hip as before, but the other reaches cautiously between the psychiatrist's legs as he gently presses in his index finger. A bit at a time.
He doesn't hide his reactions so much now, openly shuddering at the sensation of how wet Rung is, privately enjoying how lubricated his valve is. Because of all this? He can't think of anyone enjoying themselves so much with him.]
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Lusted after. It's such a strange term to apply to himself, and he's been perfectly (well perhaps less than perfectly) content to keep himself aloof, for the long period of time and away from his patients, so much so that he nearly forgot how good it felt to be wanted like this.]
Oh--[his single breath dissolves off into a low hum as he presses back, involuntarily and tightly clenching around the intrusion. Even Magnus's finger feels considerable. But that might just be that Rung's been fobbing off the need to overload, the need for special attention, for quite a while.
He keeps looking at Magnus's face, the softest of moans escaping as Magnus explores him, taking so much time, so much consideration not to hurt him.]
Aah. Ultra Mag--nus. [it's no coincidence that the wheel at his aft is lazily twitching, sparing a handful of pleasant revolutions at the way Magnus's finger lights up sensor nodes inside him]
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The real reasons being that he knows he should stay impartial. Remaining unbiased is important for being good at his job. Either because you never know who you have to wrangle to prison, who you will lose, and what requires your full attention.]
Hmm. [His engine rumbles pleasantly at the responses, how he clenches. Good. Yes.
Oh. No one's ever said his name like that before. Magnus trembles, slowly tracing the outside of Rung's valve before pressing in a second finger.]
I can... only imagine how you must feel. If...
[He grunts. It'd be tight, slick, letting Rung ride him. He wants it more than anything right now.
Both of them to feel good.]
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[He swallows down coolant pooling in the back of his throat, slightly nervous, but still game - still desirous.]
With your approval.
[he reaches one hand back, to stroke along Magnus's length, enticingly.]
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More than acceptable. But I am, mm.
[He grunts as Rung strokes a hand over his spike. His optics dim and his hips roll up eagerly.]
I am satisfied. That I will not hurt you.
[Magnus curls his fingers inside of Rung, pressing them in once more before he gently slides them out.]
By your lead. I will... wait until you are ready.
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But it was hard to focus on being flattered when he felt those thick, powerful fingers moving inside him. He pressed his forehead to Magnus's chest, positioned himself back, careful, over that imposing spike. Rung shuttered his optics in anticipation, and pressed the tip to his entrance.]
I've never been readier. [he vented preemptively, and started to push against him. Slowly, very slowly--ever cautious about just how big Magnus was.]
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Hhn...
[He can't help but moan already as Rung begins to push his way down. There's a horrible, selfish instinct to just pull him down all the way. It mildly disgusts him, though he knows it's just that. An urge.
Instead, Magnus is careful, hips trembling as he forces patience to them.]
Take-- all the time that you need.
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With discipline and control and a very zen approach to definitely relaxing (and knowing he's going to be sore, later), he slides down further, not daring to try to look to see how far along he is. His valve is spasming, and it takes him an additional few kliks every motion, but soon enough he's about three fourths of the way down and panting, making quiet little keening sounds at the enormous level of pressure, the girth and magnitude of Magnus.
Primus, how is he going to handle actually being fragged by this thing?]
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[He shouldn't be impressed that Rung has kept track, but. There you have it. It's accurate, too, in reflection of the time he's kept track as well. Very impressive.
At every spasm, every clench of Rung's valve, Ultra Magnus moans and tips his head back. He shakes at the effort to remain still, letting Rung slide his way down bit by bit. When he's most of the way down, he shivers at the noises the therapist makes, turning his head to gently nuzzle him.]
Slowly...
[Because most importantly, he cannot hurt him.
It's... incredible, the feeling. The amount of pressure around his spike, squeezing him. It's slick and intense and he can hardly think. Everything pressed up against him. How that must feel for Rung.
A large, gentle hand strokes Rung's back, murmuring a wordless sound of assurance.]
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Ahhh. Thank you.
[one hand goes to twist carefully to touch the back of the hand against him, the one stroking him so kindly, to reassure him he's doing a good job, he's doing it well--incredibly well.]
Mmm...
[his other hand went back to Magnus's valve, to explore with his fingers what he'd begun to map with his tongue.]
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Good. I-- I don't think that I could bear to harm you.
[Not just on a level of failing to properly protect those who need it, but he. Respects and likes Rung. In some ways, even admires. And now, the level of intimacy they're having...
And those thoughts are easily interrupted when Rung's fingers being to probe his valve. Vents hiss and gasp, hips bucking out of his control finally. All of that restraint disappears for a moment as they jerk eagerly, first to push onto those fingers, then to thrust into Rung's wonderfully tight valve.
Frag.]
Sorry-- that. Hm.
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Ahhh... i-it's all right--[he repeated shakily, leaning down] --I suppose... I deserved it, I've been... [trying vainly to cool down his internals, his own hips starting a very slow, but steady bobbing rhythm] ...teasing you all night...
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It... has not. Been easy. [He'll admit that much.] Hnn... [Magnus's optics dim as the therapist begins to move, slowly and faintly. Damn; he quivers, working better on controlling himself, keeping himself from reacting again. Hard is it is.]