sticks and stones may break my bones (OTA 18+)

[stonecoldtop]

Who: George Elsworth (stonecoldtop) & anyone 18+
What: George's birthday and pumpkin hollow's first kink party
When: evening of 22nd December
Where: VAS
Warning(s): NSFW with a focus on kink, more specifics on individual prompts



Invitation and venue
A flier goes up on the community noticeboard a week in advance, advertising an adults only party for George's birthday, with more specifics to be found at VAS. The specifics being that it's a kink play party. An opportunity meet and play with like minded individuals in a semi-public environment.

On the night, there's various toys and furniture for use placed in key spots, with cleaning supplies nearby. A variety of snacks both sweet and savoury are laid out on tables by couches, and one room has been designated the 'quiet room' and has lots of cushions and soft blankets in it.

Welcome
George greets most people as they arrive, with another of VAS's staff taking over if he's otherwise occupied. He'll take newcomers on a brief tour of the space, pointing out anything of note and giving a rundown of the rules: Be respectful, use safewords, clean up after yourselves, and any questions or concerns should be brought to George himself or another member of staff, each of which is pointed out.

Once the tour is concluded, he smiles warmly adding, "And of course, please enjoy yourself. Do you have any questions?"

Birthday Beatings

(impact play and masochism)

This is the main event for George, and a tradition he's held for a good five years or so. An excuse to test his endurance and enjoy the bite of pain with each strike to his stone skin.

Typically, the arrangement is one strike per year of age, but only two people on the island actually know how old George is and he intends to keep it that way, so instead the rules are simply: Each person can hit him a maximum of 20 times, and it will continue until either everyone who wants to has had a turn or George taps out, with short breaks as necessary.

Those who were personally invited get priority, and after that anyone is welcome to have a go at him. There's a choice of implements available for use, or someone can use their own if they'd prefer, or even go without simply use their hands (though George doesn't recommend this, and the closest to an explanation he'll give is that he has "surprisingly hard skin"), and he's willing to be repositioned as desired.

(Note: this can be threaded or handwaved as desired. I'm open to both playing out the scene itself and the breaks and aftercare. If you want to handwave that a character took a turn without playing anything surrounding it, just let me know so I can keep track.)

Get Kinky
This is a mingle, get freaky with it. Just be sure to use additional warnings as necessary

Comments

[battlebyballad]

“Instead of an audience, for one. Not for a first time like this,” she says, her tone inviting him to imagine a second or third time. To think of the things says as things for later, perhaps, just not now. “I don’t want it to be about toys, or props, or some enticing piece of purpose-built furniture. I want to feel and be felt, to be drunk on you be drunk from in turn.”

She stops in front of a modest room, with naught but a simple but wide bed, and an end table with a lamp to keep things lit. “This’ll do, don’t you think?”

[hate_gettin_older]

He nods, his smile deepening as she speaks. And then freezing, just a little bit, on the last part before she reaches the room.

"Uh," he says. "One thing, sorry, not really sure how to say it nice, just --"

The words seem to stick in his mouth for a moment, before he blurts "You don't mean really drinking from?"

[battlebyballad]

She turns to him when he pauses, her grin replaced with gentle concern. It returns when his question leaves him, relieved that his apprehension is something so easily assuaged.

"I do not mean it in a literal sense, no. I mean only that I want to be totally intent and focused on sex and on each other. I know I've got some fairly intimidating canines, but I assure you I don't use them unless explicitly invited to. And even then, I'm no hemophage and I feel no particular desire to drink the stuff for recreation, either."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Good," he says, and the shadow doesn't completely leave his eyes but his smile is still genuine and warm. "Got a thing about that, don't want it ever."

A pause. "Wouldn't say no to a little teeth, though."

[battlebyballad]

"Mmm, that I could oblige," she purrs. "They're sharp, but I promise to be gentle."

She backs into the room, a graceful air about her betrayed only by how fervently her tail twitches behind her. Edgar couldn't know, but it's a tell she knows how to quiet if she truly wished. "Come now, I'm staying dressed until that door closes."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Don't have to tell me twice." He follows her into the room, grinning, and turns to shut the door quite firmly behind him.

"Not that you can't do all sorts while staying dressed," he adds airily, turning back to face her.

[battlebyballad]

"Do you want me to stay dressed?" she teases, stepping forward again to plant a kiss on his cheek. Her hands find their way under the bottom of his sweater, brushing his sides.

"I want to strip for you. I want you to tell me you want me naked."

[hate_gettin_older]

He sucks in a sharp breath at the touch of her hands under his sweater, palms warm against his sides, only the thin fabric of his t-shirt keeping skin apart from skin. It feels like entirely too much between them.

His hands slide up over her shoulders, fingers curling just the slightest bit around the edge of the collar of her shirt.

"I want," he breathes, "to see you with nothing on. Not a stitch."

[battlebyballad]

"Good."

Her hands pull back from his sides, slowly. She reaches up, undoing the buttons of her shirt (the half of them that had been done at all, at least) until she reaches the waist of her pants. Those too she unbuttons, just enough to pull the shirt loose so that she can slide it back off her shoulders onto the floor. She caresses her own newly exposed chest performatively, smiling hungrily at him before reaching back to undo the button above her tail. She walks back to the bed, allowing her pants to sink with every step, showing off her ass and the noticeable bulge in her bloomers. Then she sits, and begins to unlace her boots.

"Do you want to catch up to me, love," she asks, "or should I return to strip you after I've finished with myself?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Spoiled for choice," he says, on what would be a laugh if his breath weren't so uneven. "Think maybe the second sounds like more fun. Christ, you're gorgeous, you know that?"

[battlebyballad]

"Oh I know, love, trust me." How couldn't she, as obvious as he's making it?

Once her boots are unlaced and removed, followed be her socks, she stands again. She turns her back to him, makes a show of bending over while she steps out of her pants, then turns back to drop her bloomers. She pauses on that pose, drinking in his attention (and obviously getting turned on by it), before slowly making her way back across the room. She sing-casts a spell over her shoulder on the way, leaving instructions in infernal for the unseen servant to gather and fold any clothes that reach the floor of this room.

"Suddenly, you seem quite overdressed. What say we remedy that, hm?"

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar holds out his arms, half laughing, in a gesture of surrender. "Y'got me right where you want me, yeah?"

He's noticed the fine short fur on her face and arms before now, but for some reason it's only hitting him now that it really is all over her. He wonders -- and the wondering goes right to his groin, with a dizzying jolt -- whether it's as soft to the touch as it looks.

[battlebyballad]

"Not quite," she purrs. "I don't have you in bed yet."

She lifts his sweater gently, if quickly. For his shirt, though, her hands slip their way under the bottom hem, dragging the fabric up as she feels her way up his torso. She leans in as she lifts it over his head, pressing her tits to his chest. She kisses him again, her arms wrapping under his.

"Now sit, so I can get your shoes off."

[hate_gettin_older]

He tugs his arms out of his shirt and leaves it to drop to the floor, kisses her back hungrily, runs his hands up her back. Makes a sound against her mouth that's not quite a moan; oh, that fur is soft, luxurious against his palms and his bare chest.

"Do I have to?" he mumbles against her lips, but it's entirely in fun; he's already pulling away, although with a show of reluctance, so he can sit.

[battlebyballad]

"I'm afraid you do, love," she croons, smiling into a parting kiss.

She sinks to her knees when he sits, between his legs on the floor. She stares at his crotch for a moment, feeling the desire rise in her own, before bending down to remove his shoes socks and shoes. She's taken her time thus far, reveling in the show of it, but her patience is thinning, and she hurries back up his legs to unfasten his pants and begin pulling them down.

"Gods, I need you in my mouth."

[hate_gettin_older]

There's a visible twitch under the fabric still covering his groin; his breath hitches audibly, and then lets out in shaky laughter. "Always happy to give a lady what she needs."

He flexes his hips, just enough to help her get the bunched fabric out from under him, and it's becoming very clear just how eager he is.

[battlebyballad]

Music giggles excitedly, tossing his pants behind her for the unseen servant to pick up. She takes a single moment to take in the sight of Edgar laid bare before her, resting her hands on his thighs.

And then she leans forward, lowering her lips to his cock, kissing the head before guiding it into her mouth with her tongue. It's hot in her mouth, like a bath is hot, infernal ancestry making her run warm.

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar's head falls back as he lets out a long breath, barely vocalized, somewhere between a sigh and a groan of pleasure.

"Christ that's good," he breathes, and one of his hands fumbles for hers where it rests on his thigh.