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As he put his key into the lock, a movement to the side caught his eye. "Is that you, my little wolf?"

Oh? The bubbles weren't there to hurt her. In fact for a moment it actually felt kind of good to have them erupt against her crotch. It was perhaps one factor which helped her to calm, but thankfully things were made easier still when Ayers halted the sudden flow of bubbles. Her gaze settled down between their spread legs in order to confirm that nothing strange was appearing, nothing which might have created the bubbles that she would need to worry about. Confused. Feels nice? Unfortunately her own concerns were making Jason concerned. Ears returned to their stood up state as she leaned her head back. Miu's tongue emerged, lapping at her partner's cheek and chin. It had been a surprise, sure, but she still trusted him!

He quickly hit the switch again. That didn't go as well as I thought. "I'm sorry, Miu. I didn't mean to frighten you." Ayers was confused. He'd thought she could understand him enough to at least get an idea of what he was trying to convey. Was it painful for her? He'd never encountered a woman who didn't enjoy the water jets against their pussies (that sounded very odd in his head when applied to a wolf-woman), but she wasn't truly human. Or maybe he was underestimating how much her wolf instincts governed her. So much that he didn't know!

A gentle hum of a melody left the tall woman lips as she laid cards on the table. This lobby was immaculate she had to admit. Beautiful and simple, comforting even with the already comforting air of this solid afterlife. Why was she here? Did she had nowhere else to be? Perhaps her room. Perhaps the pool? Options abounded and yet she chose to return to the lobby and place her card down. Every single card carved of bone made a gentle click as she set them down and traced fingers along every crack and writing. Elements, ancient words that often meant so much and yet as little as she made them. She stared at the off-white surfaces of the card. It was amazing they held together with all they had been through. Were these really her cards? Or were they something else? She didn't know anymore and truthfully it hurt the silkworm to think about. Death was such a complicated subject, more complicated than the changing of nations...at least to her. How many people had she deceived with these cards? How many had she saved? Memories clung to the old bones just as she did. How sad.... She pursed her lips and picked them up again and with slender fingers began to shuffle them about one after the other and place them down again. Nothing....but of course. She was alone there. She did not need cards to read her own fortune, or more. She knew too much of herself. The truth was that...Mother's mind was racing and she desperately needed a distraction. She desperately needed to think of something different. She needed to play around. She was good at playing around, she was good at weaving, she was good at many a thing but she was never so good at not pondering. How that damn habit had led her here without those she knew....and with only thoughts. Her melody stopped for a moment before she began a new song and sung to herself while she began to play with her card to distract herself. Small games but what she really wanted was another person. She wanted to read them....or to fool them. She might have been dead but her habits sure wouldn't die! She just didn't want to focus on things at that moment but what she wanted to focus on so she just remained there by her lonesome. A silkworm with her cards. Now if she could....who would want to play a game? She was sure she could think of a nice reward if they did....or get one if they were unlucky.

"Good answer~" she complemented keeping her hand moving as a guide as she held her chin. She continued to look deep in her eyes in return. She liked that response to her question, the small pause letting her know she was thinking deep about it. She tilted her head at the answer and then trailed her form as she lifted her top to reveal more of herself. If mother was inclined perhaps she should have also ripped that apart but instead she'd settle for making sure she could excise her scent. That was good enough payment for what Alais had done to her clothes wasn't it? Thoughts for later as now she couldn't help but admire the Satyr's form. Abs shining with sweat, beautiful dark skin, muscle both subtle and obvious that really did lend credence to her profession. She looked upward towards her breasts tipped with dark, stiff petals. They were beautiful. Mother did appreciate bodies of all sorts and she especially appreciated the differences to her own. They were both beauties, with Alais being the stronger bodied of them and yet parts of her still looked soft and pliable. Young was her ally here, and yet Mother imagined that if she had been anyone else and had been any other way she'd have adored being taken in those arms....well...she did still adore it but for different reasons. The offer was tempting! More than truthfully especially as she basically told her she wanted to be entirely covered. Mother...agreed. She smiled and ran a thumb along her bottom lip and leaned down to bite it gently "All is fair." The heat even the brush against that hot rod of hers. Mother felt spoiled at the moment. 3 hands, and good rhythm. She smiled "Just like that dear." falling into it. No need to hold back she just leaned in and enjoyed it. She tired every movement of their hands, providing a little variation where Alais couldn't to keep the pleasure consistent. Pulsing and pumping, taking in the strong smell of they had create there and of Alais. She was moaning, humming, singing a little even which only grow unsteady bit by bit. Precum began to leak from her cock making things slicker and more easy. She pulled Alais close. No words, just allowing her to feel her breath over her skin. She kept counting. No discipline...that would be rude. 4000+ years of experience and she never tired of this feeling in particular especially at the hands of a good partner. Alais was, indeed, a good partner. There was plenty she could learn but plenty she could do even like this. A good reward for her hard work. Alais wanted mess and so...she got one. It was somewhat stronger this time but by and large it was the same more subdued action. The first few spurts of thick semen covering her abs and hands before mother shifted moving upward and using her own hand to aim her treasure at her breasts. A flood of white, but with a stronger pleasant smell. Earthy, herbal as well but well...Mother was clearly not some regular human. She had enough to absolutely make a mess of things as required bubbling up and bursting to paint her with lust. Lines of which stuck against her dark flesh. It died down eventually, but it still seemed to drip a bit. They really were making a mess of things. Mother was absolutely capable of matching several men it seemed. Just a small benefit of being well....a lot more than meets the eye. She let her cock fall and land against her "You are a treat dear. I assume that satisfies....for this round?" not that this was over as she sat down. She wanted more. Alais needed more she was sure.

A small giggle escaped Alais' mouth as she was asked such an obvious question, her cock being rigid and stiff compared to her soft buttocks and breasts. "Honestly? Every part of you is so enticing and it makes it so hard to choose a favorite..." With the extra help, her hand squeezed tighter and stroked faster, Mother's hand acting as a slight guide for the inexperienced satyr. Then, Mother asked another embarrassing question and caused Alais to sputter slightly with her strokes. Where did she want it?...That is a good question... "I...don't think it'd all fit in my hands, considering how much you filled me up." Alais simply lifted up her thick top, revealing a set of abs that shined with the small amount of sweat that was caked across her skin. "M-Maybe just right on these?~" Alais stopped for a moment before raising her top all the way off, her dark-skinned breasts not being as large as Mother's but still otherwise somewhat big.... "Maybe these as well?~" Her stroking continued while angling Mother's cock in her direction, close enough to feel the heat that emanated and even brushing against her cock as well. "E-Either way...We are both ending up with messy bodies, no?~ G-Go ahead~" The hand that was squeezing her ass now pulled away and grabbed at Mother's base, 3 hands now pleasuring her cock with fast rhythmic strokes.

Volta hummed in pleasure as Alais removed her mouth, hearing her words along with her increased movement made the older woman's heart flutter just a bit more. She didn't think of Alais as lesser at all but there was something wonderful in her trying her best, fighting the obvious need to return a lustful favor that absolutely charmed Mother. She smiled "And that is their shame." if no one else would allow Alais to act as the clearly sexual being she was then Mother was more than happy to allow her some room...so long as she set the pace. She pressed into Alais as the Satyr buried her face between her breasts and took in her scent. She hugged her close happy to even shake playfully. She seemed almost shy, burying her face in her breasts again. She enjoyed it greatly. Mother took in the sensation especially as her quick strokes continued without pause. Her cock pulsed and then she tightened her grip "Addicting? You flatter me dear." put a hand on her chin. The hand on her ass....soft but with a clear tone. She moaned out "Does this feel soft?" she whispered to her reaching down to help squeeze her cock before she let Alais retain her free reign. She leaned down and leaned to whisper in her ear "Does the softness of my body entice you more? Or are you more taken with the hardness of my cock blacksmith? Do you enjoy the difference?" she moaned into her ear. Mother did like to play with it. She looked like a simple woman but she used her assets either way to get what she wished. "Do you want me to pour my seed in your hands Alais? Or would you prefer something a little messier to even the mess?" he hand joining Alais's in concert to speed things along practically acting as a small guide. She like how rough and how Alais felt against her. The callouses and the clearly rough skin reminded her a lot of the warriors, the guard, the strong ones she played with long ago. She really was feeling it but she had enough control to pose the question.

Every little word that cane from Mother's mouth made Alais quiver. Being called a "Good Girl" was something almost entirely foreign to her since she became an adult. It was seen as disrespect to talk to another person that is on the same level as you in such a way but it is obvious that Mother means no such thing. A strand of saliva connected her tit and Alais' mouth as she pulled away, a small sigh escaping as she caught her breath. "I-I hope it works well...I don't do this often, as you know..." Alais said as her hand did quick, split-second strokes right below Mother's tip. Alais leaned in again, this time burying her face between Mother's breasts and taking in her sweet fruity smell. When all she knew was the smell of molten iron and slag, Mother's fruity scent nearly brought a tear to Alais' eye. The blacksmith tried speaking again but realized she was about to call her "dear" and stopped herself. In the middle of the attempt, her mouth just let out a quiet stammer before she blushed and buried her face again. After another minute of quick, almost unwavering strokes below her tip and breathing in Mother's scent, Alais finally pulled away and tightened her grip on Mother's shaft. "Your smell...its addicting..." She said. Soon, she realized that she had a free hand and tried figuring out where to place it. She just went with the easy option and reached around behind Mother, squeezing her hand around her asscheek. "Is every part of you soft?...." She is the complete opposite of Alais' calloused hands and toned body, though she wasn't void of any tone either....Perfection.

Well at least she got an apology, but Alais soon went to worshiping her breasts again and Mother allowed it. She let out a pleased hum as she felt those hands clap down on them, sinking deeper into the softness. The beautiful pink tips that topped them were hard, responding well to her movements and Mother let out a small sigh "I am quite immune to the sun in that regard." she sad though the idea her companion had been even more enamored with the unfamiliar flesh was enough to melt away more of her momentary annoyance at the tatters of her clothes. She didn't resist as Alais enclosed a mouth around it, sucking and licking away. She moaned slightly, putting a hand to her head and working her fingers into her hair. It felt quite nice. The hand wandering over her curves, over that smooth flesh until it found her rod. She hummed. It seemed Alais did have some presence of mind to play with Mother the same way she did. She cooed a bit "Good girl...just like that." Mother's cock was not nearly as hot as the Satyr's, but as she rubbed her hands over it in motioned not as practiced as her own the Greek would find her a cock hardening in her hand. Long and fat as before, but still slick with the remnants of their tryst. Mother still smelled sweet despite their activities, the perfume or perhaps it was her own natural smell like a light vanilla, a gentle fruitless behind it like...pomegranate. It only seemed to increase as her cock hardened more "Just like that." she said. It didn't take mother much either because well...why would she want it to? If she wanted it she could have kept pounding the Satyr. She could have filled her over and over but Mother was fair all things considered. Was Alais hoping to milk her as she had just done. Sully herself and the couch more? Mother did like that idea. She brought her other hand up to her breast and sunk her fingers in, walking them up its peak to twist and press. Oh she did have some skill...

Was the ripping of Mother's clothes entirely necessary? Not really, especially because of the fact that Mother was in the middle of trying to give her tips, but Alais was too focused on seeing her tits to hear anything really. The material is obviously made to last against most things because Alais could feel some resistance against her pulling, though the manufacturers of the material probably weren't making it with the idea of a horny satyr ripping it in a lustful rage.... The metal clasps clanged onto the rich wooden floors and managed to pull her attention for a moment. It was then that Alais realized what she had done... She was expected an angry retort and for Mother to quickly cover up her chest but all that came was a "threat" of punishment. Knowing what Alais knows now, that would probably be something that'll make her hips hurt... "S-Sorry..." was all that the poor girl could manage while staring at Mother's beautiful tits, her hands slowly reaching forward and clasping her hands down onto her breasts. Even softer without anything in the way and her tits were a beautiful pink... "Not many have such fair skin where I am from...The sun usually gives people a tan and usually cooks any smoothness away..." Before Mother could ask a question or say anything, Alais leaned forward and took a tit in her mouth, gently sucking and licking away at it while her other hand slowly traced Mother's curves until it reached her shaft. Alais wondered if Mother could bounce back as fast as herself and wanted to try and squeeze another shot out~ How was it that she did it just....Ah, that's a lot easier than she thought. Her hand glided from tip to base, slowly swirlimg her palm around the tip after each pass.

Mother just waited by while Alais finally got up, level with her breasts and looking with intent. She nodded her approval instead moving her hands so that Alais had unfettered access...or at least as much access as she could manage with her outfit there. It certainly didn't stop her. The groping drawing a small blush as her rough hands kneaded in. Soft and smooth, Mother had put quite some work into her attire and it just barely interfered with the feeling of those strong hands playing with her body. Mother was proud of her figure, as soft as Alais noted and unblemished. Mother did go out of her way to avoid doing anything that might mark her. She remained still as Alais ran her hands over her and seemed to be looking for something. That look on her face.... Mother's lips parted in an affort to relay information to the Blacksmith that the quickest way to remove her outfit was to-riiiip! Well...Silk could be strong but not in this event. The Cloth was so easily pulled as well though it held up better against her impatient grip if only barely. The clasps that held bits of it in place popped and full to the floor. The silk bodysuit It tore in Alais's grip and moved from her body with just a little strain leaving her somewhat bared. though of course Alais couldn't have gotten all of it in one measure. Mother remained here she was, blinking a few times in surprise. Well.... A sigh crept past her lips and she looked down "āi yā. I should have anticipated that." but what was done was done. She had planned to cleaning the outfit later but plans did change. She did not seem to angry about it "Beautiful brute. I should punish you for that but I am charmed enough at this moment." Oh well...punishment could follow in some form later but for now she merely allowed Alais to continue ripping at her dress until she bared enough for her or at least was there in the lace undergarment she wore which were the only things preventing her from being entirely nude. She did not let Alais destroy that. She pulled it from her body after undoing the clap and set them aside. Only a few things remained on her body such as a single stocking and the remnants of the body stocking legs here and there. It almost looked as though she had been set upon. Ah well. She moved to her elbow "I do hope you appreciate the sight." she hummed though she did somewhat doubt that Alais had the mind at present for any similar to what mother did for her. She moved back and motioned for Alais to get closer.

Alais has sullied so much of Mother... Her outfit, her hands, her very presence...She has managed to pour out her semen enough that Alais could smell it in the air. It is so...pungent yet sweet, strong smelling, almost like if you poured a heap of sugar onto burnt leather. It may be because of how many grapes and sweets she ate while living...Possibly...Maybe... To think this all started with just a card game and a risky bet. She should've learnt more of that game before challenging Mother because she was too good at this, making her burst nearly every few seconds....Like damn, give her pussy and cock a rest!~ Alais tried sitting up but winced and fell back at the feeling of Mother's mouth against her tip, the girthy end rubbing against the top of her mouth and spreading it open quite a bit. Oooh fuck! That nearly pushed her over the edge again... "Nng..." She let out a slight moan before looking down after the loud pop. It took Alais a moment to get entirely situated again. Finally, with a slide and some effort to fully sit up, Alais gulped while being the same height as Mother's tits~ She looked up for any sign of disapproval before leaning forward and...groping her tits~ "S-Soft..." Alais was never really one to pay attention to the bodies of women, she would mainly watch the face, but now she was regretting never going out of her way to get a girlfriend... The blacksmith almost wanted to go further and rub behind her cock for any pussy that may be hidden though she believed that would be going too far.... Kinda dumb considering what she was about to do... With a curious glide across Mother's outfit, she looked up at her face and then back down, trying to figure out how to remove it. God damn foreign clothing... Thanks to her arousal and growing impatience, Alais just hooked her hand under the outfit and then...Riiip~

Thankfully for Miu she wasn't doing the majority of the work. In fact there wasn't much of anything that she had to do! The wolf relaxed contently within the man's grip, allowing herself to be moved about as though she were a doll. Head tilted as she was laid back against her friend's body. His legs had been spread just a bit, however her own were pulled even further apart. Ears relaxed, drooping slightly as she realized just how exposed she was and, more importantly, how vulnerable she was. Noise? Funny feeling? Miu likes funny feeling! Any thoughts lingering within her head about why she was positioned the way that she was were instantly vaporized when a loud mechanical noise erupted around and beneath them. As a stream of bubbles erupted the wolf's ears perked right up and her tail raised between them. Hands gripped out at the edges of the tub, claws scraped against the hard surface, and for a moment she wiggled uncomfortably and wary of her position. Thankfully she trusted Jason enough at this point to at least calm down, specifically because he didn't appear to be worried. What!? Miu is confused!

Jason helped them shift position. He moved his hips outward so that he was reclining at a comfortable angle and eased her back to lay against him. He spread his legs, and then positioned hers so that her shins were to the outside of his thighs so that both of their legs were spread wide. He leaned down to her head and said, "Prepare yourself, Miu; there will be a noise and a strange feeling, but I think that you will like this." With that, he reached over and pressed a button and the water jets came to life with a soft hum and a whooshing noise.

Turn? It was a strange thing to ask, after all he was the one holding her! But why did he want her to turn around? It was dangerous to present one's back to other creatures. One left themself quite vulnerable to all manner of things! Then again at this point Ayers could probably be trusted. He didn't try to hurt her, in fact he even made her feel quite good and happy! With a nod the wolf wiggled and did her best to turn even as she was held.

"Turn around please, my lovely Miu?" He requested, motioning for her to face away from him.

No worries! We were a bit unsure but I think you've given us a bit of motivation with your return lol Just depends on what everyone is wanting to do. See what can be done once Alais and Mother have had their fun as well.

Figured that something like this should be made. It's been pretty quiet here so people could at least chat here to set things up!

Upon being spoken to Miu's ears lifted up, as did the rest of her body. Her gaze moved to meet his, head tilting slightly at the question, although only for a moment before she nodded. Rather, she was in the process of doing so when her petite frame was suddenly scooped up and partially out of the water! She didn't fight it, of course. Miu was quite content with being carried around. Thankfully she was rather light and thanks to her small size very easy to carry around! Miu had expected them to leave. Instead she was carried to a different part of the tub. Again her head tilted, this time to the other side. She was a little confused, certainly, but what was mostly plastered upon her face was curiosity, and this sentiment was echoed in the splashes made by her wagging tail. Miu likes being carried.

I'd missed that, sorry. I'm going to get more involved after Chiyako and I finish our scene, but probably in a voyeuristic role for a while. Ayers is from this world (or one very close to it), so futanari and slime girls might be a bit much for him for a while, at least until he gets a better grip on his new situation. But I hope to be able to facilitate things for everyone else while that adjustment occurs.

Miu's happiness and eagerness was infectious, but Ayers felt the distant fatigue inching closer. He'd been traveling for many days to get here, often napping in the coach as it traveled. The bed in the next room was beginning to call out to him. But he wasn't down and out yet, and still had a card or two to play. After a brief glance at the tub's layout, he looked at Miu and asked. "Is it okay to move us?" He didn't really wait for an answer though; with an arm around her slim shoulders and another under her warm, firm bottom to support her, he shifted them to a different seat in the tub.

@AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality Oh no Ash is absolutely very friendly (in the short times I got to speak and roleplay together with them). I don't think they'd mind either really though to make it mostly frictionless I'd personally leave the number blank and just make a room for the character is mostly what I was getting at. The number can be retroactively given. I did suggest making activities in the escapades area though since the other rooms beside the Lobby and Bar aren't done. That I think we're all mostly in agreement on if we're determined to keep this place active in the meantime.

Ash seemed friendly and accommodating when I spoke with them when creating Ayers, so I doubt they'd have an issue with newcomers creating their own rooms. Or making new public spaces in the Escapades area for that matter. They can always be moved to a new topic area later if the club owner comes back.

Miu happy. Finally something echoed to life within her mind. She didn't even recognize how long she had been sitting there half slumped half snuggled up against her new friend. Everything felt lighter. Comfortable. Warm. Safe. Whatever happened had been very good, good enough that one could easily get addicted to it. Of course she still didn't fully understand it, and so she was fully inclined to explore it further. Slowly the wolf sat up, turning to lap her tongue against Jason's cheek between affectionate nuzzles. Hands settled gently upon the man's shoulders, digits squeezing softly. She could smell his blood in the air, knew what she did, but he hadn't gotten upset and she knew that it was an accident. If he punished her then she would accept it, but for the moment all seemed to be well. A shiver ran up her spine, tail thwapping at the water a bit harder for a moment as she squirmed and felt him press against her sensitive mound. What would even happen next? She was equal parts curious and excited!

Miu's petite form deceptively hid her strength; her embrace was startlingly tight, and he could feel her claws scoring his flesh a little. He didn't mind; a little pain to offset pleasure was always a welcome and grounding moment. Besides, if that was the price for this evening he'd pay it a hundredfold. Her orgasm was remarkable; for a moment Jason feared that he'd brought her to a seizure. THAT certainly wasn't his intention. But he relaxed after a moment, holding her securely to let her ride out the wave of pleasure. When she finally stilled, he brought his hands to her back, making long strokes up and down, holding her close as her chest heaved against his. Had she really not known the touch of a lover until now? Or even the touch of her own hand? With that thought and her scars, he felt outrage at the universe on her behalf. For now, he was content to hold her close as the warm water swirled about their bodies.