Buio Banned

@Akuja @SilverGirl20 StaffGlasses!Jelly: All the while doctor was moaning and encouraging her on, Jelly was looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin as she did exactly as he asked and kept squeezing him tightly as she pushed her perfectly round ass up and down, giving him a perfect view of hoe her pussy was hungrily gobbling up his cock with every slam of her hips back down on his pelvis (which of course he could perfectly see due to her translucent nature). She gave a pleased, high pitched little yelp as she felt his had slap down on her tush at one point, and giggled—calling him a 'naughty boy'— before gobbling him up with yet more vigour. When he then asked for her to face him, she giggled again and complied, losing shape for a moment as her features melted into a largely amorphpus blob (that was still wrapped tight around his cock before reforming so that she was facing him, breasts jiggling and swaying right in front of his face as she continued to pump up and down in a concentrated effort to get him to blow yet another load and give her yet more of that delicious cum. Turned around as she was now, though, she caught a clear sight of the naughty little puppy peeping in on them and winked seductively at him, happy to put on a show for any who wanted to watch. Seeing how rigid the little horndog was getting, though, she didn't leave it there. From where one of her hands was resting on the floor, she extended part of her mass into a small tendril on the flor that quickly detached itself and then quickly slithered all the way from where she was over to he pup himself. The mass of slime body climbed up around his leg before the boy could react, and slipped into his little shorts, forming a living onahole around his stiff cock and immediately starting to squeeze and massage it at a rhythm similar to how Jelly was currently skewering herself onto Doctor beneath her. With another teasing wink, Jelly lifted one hand from he ground and beckoned the pup over with a finger, inviting him to join in on the fun.

StaffGlasses!Jelly: Yes, she was god at this, and Jelly loved hearing her guests claim as much. Honestly, humanoids were just so very fun to play with. She could never count how many of them she had serviced across all of her bodies and throughout al the time she had worked on this island since Lollipop and Mint had liberated it from its previous owners. But across the multitude of holes she had filled, and the plethora of cocks and other appendages she had been stuffed with, it never got boring. It was always just to cute to see and feel them twitch, to hear them moan, to make their body spasm and seize when she found just the right spots through which to tease them. No two bodies were ever exactly the same in how they responded, and to what, and it was always such an adventure to seek out those erogenous zones both in body and in mind. So, when Doctor moaned for her, she simply giggled and began nibbling at his ear gently, continuing to deftly stroke and work his hot, twitching cock. It didn't take very long at al for him to finally reach his breaking point, and she happily helped him release the pent up sex that had been building in his loins. The first couple shots she let fly freely, giggling as the splashed against the wall underneath the shower head, but a he continued emptying himself, she mover her one hand in front of his head, catching the remaining semen that shot out and collecting it in her body. She did not absorb it within the main mass of her form just yet, however, instead she let it assemble into a small pool within the form of her hand. When he finally started to relax and come over his climax, she could feel his legs going weak as he seemed to be putting more of his weight into her, and soon enough he confirmed it by asking to be guided down to the ground. She acquiesced and helped the boy lay down on his back under the hot stream of water, and as she kneeled over him, made a show of bringing her hand up above her, head tilted back and tongue lolling out as her fingers hung daintily over her open mouth. The semen she can collected in her hand moved to her fingertips and gradually seeped out of the main form of her body, forming an over-sized drop that clung to the tip of her middle finger until all the semen had been pushed out of her body, and then finally allowed to drop down into her eagerly awaiting mouth, splashing down onto her tongue and immediately being savoured and swallowed (this time actually being absorbed in her body so it could no longer be seen through her translucent form. Looking back down to the guest beneath her, she 'sucked her fingers clean' for effect, and giggled down at him. "Mmm~ so thick and tasty~ I don't think I've had enough just yet, though." this said, she turned around and got on top of the boy, knees at either side of his thighs and facing the wall he'd just painted with cum. Like this, her ass, pussy, and swishing tail were on full display for him as she put her hands against the wall and slowly started licking up along the trail of cum he had left on the smooth tile, collecting ever bit of it in her mouth in a long, smooth motion, before tilting her head back and once more swallowing the creamy fluid she'd brought into her mouth. "Hey, Doctor~" she purred out seductively as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I want more~" Suddenly, she dropped her ass down and smoothly gobbled up his still semi-stiff cock into her pussy (the perpetually and preternaturally slick orifice naturally shifting to make a perfect seal around him as she shoved herself down all the way to his pelvis). "It's okay, right? You said every bit of your cum was for me? 'Cause I want it, I want all of it~" as she said this, she started lifting her as up again, dragging along the length of his sensitive manhood before coming back down hard and swallowing him entirely once again. Repeating this process over and over without hesitation, she did her best to bring him back up to full mast a she giggled playfully. "So It's okay, right? I'm allowed to squeeze your balls dry and make you blow another hot load deep into this tight little kitty?"

Well well. Was this Modeus of all people, being crafty? It wasn't like she didn't have the mind for it, as far as he knew her. She just never really seemed to care much for plotting and scheming, for anything more than the complete imposing of her dominion over a space by the spread of wanton debauchery by force of her mere presence. As he had known her, she had entirely obliterated the line between slave and master when it came to her relationship to lust sin, ad she'd seemed entirely content with that. Now, as he looked into her hungry, sharp eyes, and felt her commanding stroke of his rigid member, he felt as if she'd matured somewhat. Moved slightly away from that state of 'highest amongst succubi' as she might have been described before, and into a framework more resembling her father. Ironic, that it would be time pent away from his domain that would engender this change in her. As always, it gave him entirely conflicting feelings towards the hellspawn whose luscious lips were so close and ready for the taking. Having her resemble Asmodeus even more than she did obviously increased his attraction to and desire for her. However, Asmael had two master only, chiefly the lord of lust sin himself, and second only to that was his own desires and indulgences. If this craftier, more planned-out Modeus was looking to stake her own claim on the domain of her devilish heritage, he might very well eventually find himself in a position of complete opposition to her—something he'd rather avoid but also knew he was fundamentally incapable of affecting in any significant way. All the same, in spite of these concerns, he did find himself genuinely chuckling when she said she wished she could have been around to see his fall from the chains of heaven. That, at least, was something they could wholeheartedly agree upon. "Then I am sorry that fate deprived you of such a spectacle" he crooned, leaning into her touch with both his hips and his head. "There is truly no pleasure that equals the corruption of a soul blinded by light, brought into the divine darkness of indulgence and unrestrained pleasure. It is a particular dream of mine to one day repeat your father's actions and convert one of heaven's host onto our path." As he said this, he reached around to take hold of her rear and pull her close, pressing himself himself tightly against her as he spoke softly into her ear. "Of course, if you happen to be in the neighborhood when i get such an opportunity, I will gladly invite you to the party~"

Granted, but you can only do so when they are at their least sexy moments and they become instantly aware of your observation. I wish I was able to function perfectly without ever needing to sleep.

Tsk, unfortunate. Asmael had felt like a fisherman steadily reeling in a great bass, only for the line to be cut at the last moment by a marlin that had now jumped into his boat. A larger catch to be sure, but one that threatened to skewer him if he did not proceed with caution. He'd felt the shift in atmosphere from the moment it began. but knew he could do nothing to stop the change and so patiently waited for the devilish princess to make herself known. He did not resist when she reached up to dig her finger in his hair, and simply chucked as she greeted him. "Indeed Modeus, I was jut getting acquainted with your 'little sister' as it were" he said as he slipped his hand down her pants, rubbing her through the moist fabric of her risqué underwear while his right hand reached under her suit jacket and groped her breast through the shirt. "You've caused a lot of waves with your disappearance, you know. Had I not already been intoxicated by your scent, I'd have half a mind to interrogate you as to why you've gone into hiding like this." he said lightly, continuing to grind himself up against her wonderful backside and punctuating the statement with a soft kiss at her neck. It had been some time since Asmael had been able to feel the flesh of another infernal, and the fires that burned whenever two servant of lust sin met were a rare delicacy to indulge in. He did typically refer being the dominant partner and adored the pleasure of corrupting those who wanted to pretend they could resist his charms, but the fact remained that he wanted Modeus all the same, and it would take more than a shift in personality to make him back off after having come so far.

Even without the feeling of her pressing back against him, Asmael naturally possessed the ability to peer into a mortal's soul and witness the sin buried beneath the surface of their being. Normally he could perceive vivid desires and fantasies, but even with her hellish half muddling the image, Asmael could very much tell she wanted him. More interestingly, however, he saw two correlated but distinct images within her soul. Two different figures of the girl enthralled in passion, though one distinctly hazier and more active. "I see, so her mind has indeed compartmentalized her human and devilish instincts as separate personalities." He thought privately as he saw the mental struggle between 'Momo' and Modeus as he knew her within the girl. It really only made him want to push her further. "'Make you as you were?' Oh but you misjudge me, dear. I find this new persona of yours quite adorable, you know. We had our fun back in your father's domain, but I've learned much in the ways of lust sin and corruption in that time." As he spoke these words sensually, the angel's normally nonexistent phallus grew from his body and stiffened, pushing against the fabric of his robes and making its presence known as it dug in against her ass. Meanwhile his left hand trailed downwards lightly and began to undo the front of her pants, exposing the underwear beneath. His right hand simultaneously pulled away from her throat and began to unbutton her suit jacket. "So speaking honestly, I would love to take this opportunity to be the one on top of you for a change, Momo~" he added before nibbling on her earlobe teasingly. While he wouldn't exactly mind if the daughter of sin manifested fully again, he was rather curious about if he would be capable of corrupting this 'human' personality of hers and add her to his collection of playthings. Maybe if he only pushed little by little he could strike that delicate balance between 'human' and 'devil' How could he not try to find out?

A faint smile spread across Asmael's lips as she stammered and did her best to answer his queries. He listened, of course. He was going to do his due diligence and visit this 'Velvet' and see what the demoness might know about the underworld orcs that might threaten this place. Bubblegum also had a particular fondness for orcs as playmates, so she'd be worth consulting about all this as well. But all that could wait a little. When he'd last met Modeus, he'd still been a fresh conquest of her father's—new to the word of lust in. Time was a difficult concept to measure across multiverses, especially with her having stayed on this island for who knows how long, but from his perspective the whole affair had taken place no more than a human lifespan or two ago. For being like himself, that may as well have been last year relative to his lifespan (if one could even use that word for timeless existence). But even in this short time, whatever had happened in their respective lives seemed to have entirely reversed their positions. Asmael was curious about how far he could take this new dynamic, how much of he ld Modeus was still left within this nervou, quivering girl that shook at his faintest touch. He wasn't going to lave just yet, not by a long shot. Instead, the hand he'd placed on her hips slowly slid upwards and underneath her shirt, making contact with more of her bare skin as he caressed her lower belly gently. Meanwhile the grip on her chin slipped downwards as hi hand came to rest suggestively on her throat and he simply pressed himself more closely against her back. "Hmm?~ You want me to leave? That's not very nice, Momo. Even if we haven't seen each other in some time, I till thought you and I had left things off being friends. Don't you want to spend a bit more time together and catch up? I'm ever so curious about what's been going on with you since you were last on top of me~"

The effeminate being kept his eyes focused on the back of that head of messy white hair as she shuffled through papers that she clearly wasn't actually looking at whole she addressed him. She was ignoring him. Or rather, more accurately, she was avoiding him. She was avoiding herself, the memories that doubtlessly surged as she looked at him. Asmael found himself annoyed by this. Not so much at the lack of attention as by the fact that he could by no means put together how Modeus could have changed so much. He hadn't spent an astounding amount of time in her company, but it was still clear that her personality here and her personality back in hell city were like night and day. Which one was the 'true' Modeus, he wondered. And what--if not angelic intervention--had caused such a shift in a hellspawn's temperament. Well, either way, she should have known it was a bad idea to turn her back on him. He was only mostly more than a creature of instinct, after all. And seeing the opportunity to make her of all people act subserviently was something he simply couldn't pass up. Pushing himself off the desk, he slid himself up silently behind her as she spoke and pressed himself up against her back the second she was done talking. With one hand resting on her hip, he brought the other up to take hold of her chin and turn her head slightly towards him as he purred into her ear. "Oh, a girl is it? Tell me 'Momo', what was so special about her?"

Crossing the threshold of the door was like stepping from air into deep sea for Asmael. Any doubt as to whether he was in fact in Modeus' presence were wiped from his mind as he could practically taste the repressed lust that had soaked into every particle of this room. Hells, it felt like she was slowly transforming this single room into a fragment of Asmodeus' domain just by her extended presence here. While he was still confused as to why this girl had been suppressing her true nature now, he more than anything was astounded that he'd really not been able to sense all of this while standing right outside of the room. Bubblegum's warding abilities were evidently more impressive than even he had realized. With her closing the door behind them, Asmael's eyes scanned the room he was now in quickly, and found his gaze lingering on the bed. It felt...wrong, somehow, when he looked at it. Like looking at a brilliant sun that somehow gave off no light nor colour. This was her place of rest. That bed should have been stained with countless moments of passion and indulgence, and clearly she had been wanting exactly that, and yet he sensed nothing but denied impulses from this whole room. It was deeply uncomfortable for him. Worse than holy ground sanctified by Ascetic Chastity, this place was practically a temple to desire craved and yet continuously denied by the self. Where chaste virtue was his fundamental opposite, like cold to heat, this place felt like it was anathema to his being, like the hypothetical concept of "heatn't". He found himself looking back at Modeus intensely and... well his only instinct was to correct the wrongness of this space, let this room taste the lust and pleasure it so desperately cried out for. But he was more than instinct. Mostly anyways. He had a job to do, so he kept his focus on that and pushed out the knowledge of the hellspawn's flesh that surged to the forefront of his memory. He walked over to the girl's desk, found a corner not entirely cluttered with paperwork, and sat down on it elegantly, crossing his legs effeminately and folding his hands over his knee as he set his crimson eyes on her calmly. "Thank you for your invitation. I'll get right to the point then: recent news has reached me that indicates the island may be threatened by violent forces in short order, and the sibling wisps suspect that Ulruk of the demonic council may be involved with this threat. I am here to inquire on what you might know about this situation."

Welp, his hunger had mysteriously suddenly entirely disappeared. Or, perhaps more appropriately, had spontaneously been overturned for a hunger of a completely different kind. Good gods she was beautiful. Light itself seemed to want to caress her and drape itself around her form. standing up as she was, there wasn't a single inch of her skin that he did not want to touch and kiss as he got the opportunity to observe her, and when she invited him to come into the shoer with her, he practically bolted up from his seat so as to quickly striide up to her and take her in his arms. Holding her close from behind, he pulled her into a passionate kiss before smiling warmly. "If you're requesting my company, I'd be remiss to chose to just stay out here by myself instead, now wouldn't I?" He chuckled and punctuated this with another soft peck on her cheek as he began moving the two of them forward into the bathroom. He was not surprised to find that the bathroom naturally fit the décor of the rest of her suite, and saw what seemed to be a hollowed out gourd with holes punched in the bottom hanging from a corner of the room, ostensibly serving as the shower head that would let them clean themselves off. He gave a small impressed whistle at seeing how her magic had worked its way into even providing these types of creature comforts. "Wow, that spell you cast really went all out, huh?"

flavoured condom

@Lollipop Now this... was a surprise. Asmael didn't even bother trying to hide the shock from his face as the familiar figure of Modeus opened the door to the office. Judging by her reaction, she was obviously just as surprised to see him, though if she'd not called out his name he might just have thought she was some sort of doppelganger. This stammering, nervous shut-in was not at all the daughter of lust sin he remembered. "Oh wow, Modeus. So you're the 'Momo' I was told to meet. I see... Yes, Lollipop will be getting a spanking for this mischief," he considered for a moment as he looked down and to the side, now piecing together the true nature of Mint's apprehension. Looking back up into those familiar heart-shaped eyes, Asmael maintained his cool in front of the hellspawn that, by all rights, entirely outranked him in the devilish hierarchy. "With all due respect, I should be the one asking you what you are doing here 'princess'. I'd heard word that you'd somehow gone off the map but..." He then thought about how his master had contacted him just a few hour ago, and never mentioned anything about one of his children being anywhere near Sweet Treat. "Your father doesn't know you're here, does he?" asked the angel pointedly, though the answer was quite obvious given the circumstances. "Well, i suppose that is beside the point for the moment. While I am sure Lollipop must be grinning his face off—what with this little 'surprise' he's arranged for us—the fact is that I am still here to see you on some actual business concerning the state of this island." Even if Asmael hadn't been able to sense lust as a fundamental part of his new profession and status since falling, he knew full well what those glowing eyes meant. While their shine was duller than he'd ever seen them back in hell city, he knew that Modeus' eyes were a dead giveaway to how perverted she was feeling given the moment. He didn't dislike the girl, mind. He did, however, have somewhat conflicting feelings in regards to her—especially finding her in such an unexpected place and acting in such an uncharacteristic way (the Modeus he knew would have claimed this entire island as her personal playground. What had caused her to act so contrary to her nature as a daughter of Asmodeus?), and so tried to keep things focused and professional for the moment. Motioning to the office behind her, Asmael continued. "May I step in? This is not the kind of discussion that should be open to being overheard by the guests here."

Monster Rancher

@KaliClandestine StaffStar Gazer: The cyclops nodded along with what the new girl was stating, till beaming a friendly and welcoming smile. "Right on the money! Though, most people who show up here were looking for an escape consciously or not, so you'd be surprised how few are worried about time passing in their own realm. But yeah, like you guessed this little sanctuary of ours exist 'besides' the rest of the multiverse, or at least that's how I've heard it explained to me anyways. Whenever you decide you want to return to where you came from, you can return at any point in history that you want to. Oh, and don't worry about people wondering why you look older or anything like that. As long as you're here you won't age a single day. So if ever you do decide to head back, this place may as well have been just a very pleasant, extended dream." Truth be told, Star was always curious about how long a new guest would decide to stay. some had been on the island for longer than she'd been alive, let alone worked there. Some seemed to grow antsy with 'perfection' and wanted to return t where they came from within a matter of days or weeks to attend to some unfinished business. Future seer as she might have been, star had very little control over her visions and more often than not never saw anything more than the event of the next couple days, so trying to figure out a new face and take a guess at how long they'd stay was a fun private game for her. "All that said, mind if I ask your name? 'New Girl' will only work as long as someone else doesn't decide to drop by, after all." she finished with a light chuckle. @Lollipop In the telltale shimmer of his magic, Asmael appeared within the lobby in a flurry of ephemeral feathers, black wings dissipating from view almost as soon as he had taken form in the welcoming area of the luxurious hotel. He cast a lazy glance around him, taking note of a couple staff members attending to new guests, as he imagined was a common sight in this location, but otherwise wasted no time directing himself off to the right of the lobby and down a connecting hall. Sure enough there was a remarkably unremarkable door bearing no label but that he only had to imagine would lead to the office of this 'Momo' he was directed to meet. For a moment, he was put somewhat on edge by the threshold. Physically speaking the door held no interesting trait that set it apart from the rest of the hotel, the kind of door one might consider in the back of their mind to lead to some storage closet or other unimportant location. However, now that he was actually looking at it, Asmael could 'see' (more like sense, really) the magic woven along the wood's surface. The room this door led into was warded, and rather elegantly so at that. Were he the type to 'walk' anywhere as opposed to simply teleport to where he needed to be, he could have walked by this door a thousand times and never noticed it special properties until it was brought to his attention as it had been now. Reflexively he tried to extend his senses into the space beyond the threshold, and found himself impeded. Not only was the room within warded against scrying, he could feel that the seal was doubly layered to specifically prevent the flow of infernal energy within or without. No doubt the owner would have needed to consult bubblegum to erect such a barrier. Under normal circumstances, this would have been worrisome. Crossing this kind of barrier could easily lead into a trap meant to isolate beings such as him. Seeing as it was Lollipop of all people who had directed him here, however, Aamael found himself simply much more curious about what this 'momo' character was like than anything else. Protections against scrying seemed logical enough, given this employee would be taking care of the paperwork for a place such as this—doubly so concerning Mint mentioned Momo being a 'shut in'. But a barrier against the infernal? Had they recruited some sort of nun or priestess to do their paperwork? Wa that why he'd been told to keep his 'perversion' in check? That would certainly be a rather comical sight on an island such as this. Deciding there could be no risk in finding out either way, the angel moved towards the enchanted door and imply knocked on its surface three times, curious to see who would open the door for him.

Asmael cocked his head to the side and looked at Mint like she was speaking a completely foreign language for a moment. "Not so... perverse?" he repeated as he furrowed his brow in mild concern. Putting his cutlery down, he stood up from his chair and quickly made his way over to the feline, putting his hand on her forehead. "Hmm, well... you don't seem to be running a fever, so I will have to assume that: yes, you do in fact know who it is you are talking to." he said calmly a he retracted his hand from her, concern not entirely erased from his expression. "Well, I will certainly obey the rue of your domain, if that's what you're referring to. I see no need to tempt someone who does not want to be tempted when there are so many more all around who are more than willing to indulge in lust sin." This was, admittedly, another one of his half truths. He honestly had no intention of going against Mint and Lolli's mandate, but it was, of course, always much more fun when his job allowed him to corrupt one who normally would keep well off the path to Asmodeus' domain. Still, even he was able to be serious about something like this, given the warning he had been presented with in his dreams after all. So all that said, he gave a little sigh a he prepared himself mentally. "Oh well. In that case I would love to continue indulging in this wonderful atmosphere with the two of you, but this sword of Damocles ought to really be removed from above our heads without much delay." Leaning in, he pulled Mint in for a tender kiss. He then moved over to where Lollipop was sitting and gave him the same affection. With his two beloved playmates kissed goodbye, the fallen angel took a step back from the dining table and manifested his inky black wings. "Well then, I'll be off. with any luck we won't be separated for too long~" With a sly wink in their direction, Asmael wrapped himself within the folds of his wings and disappeared in a shimmer of purple light and inky darkness, leaving behind—as always—a single back feather that soon dissipated into black mist and then nothing.

@Akuja StaffGlasses!Jelly: the way she could feel him twitching, from his stiff cock to the rest of his sensitive body, as she touched and serviced him was just so cute. This new guest might have liked to play the aloof soldier, but once his armor was peeled off, he was so adorably innocent and reactive. It just made her want to play with him even more. She continued stroking him slowly but intensely, her hand forming a perfect, slick, tight cylinder around his rigid shaft and working him like a living onahole. Her normally cool-to-the-touch body was quickly heated up by the water washing down over them, making her grip feel even more like the insides of a body working and wringing his stiff cock for its sticky cum. Meanwhile her other hand traveled freely across the rest of his body, dutifully wiping the grime off his sides, back, neck, and legs in a sensuous massage while her front kept grinding up against his abdomen and her mouth kept his entirely preoccupied. When she started feeling him twitch a bit more than normal, though, she suddenly stopped her stroking and moved her way out from under his grip that had been squeezing her ass so tightly. Stepping around him, she got behind the young man again and, making a point to press her breasts up against his back, reached around took his shaft and balls in each hand while she teased him with a giggle and another lick behind his ear. "My my, dear guest~ You seem to be enjoying my cleaning a whole lot~" she said as the hand cupping the balls started gently and carefully kneading them while the one wrapped around his cock started applying soft pressure to the base of his head, keeping him right on the edge. "Are you about to blow, Doctor? Does my cleaning feel that good?" She added with a small giggle, ready to work him properly again and get him to his first orgasm as soon as he asked for it.

Hellmouth

Albatross in my pants

Nat 20! in my pants

Granted, but like an eldritch deity the knowledge makes you mad and no one else can understand you. I wish I could play any musical instrument perfectly

Asmael listened to their discussion calmly while he kept eating his breakfast with preternatural elegance. For all the mischievous soul that she was, Asmael found it funny that Mint would even entertain the idea that Bubblegum would be a willful threat to this island. The witch would be hard pressed to fin a place where she would be able to concoct her experiments with such liberty and opportunity as this realm, so it should go without saying that she would be reticent to participate in any activity that would destabilize or otherwise endanger Sweet Treat. But then Ulruk came up, and that grabbed the fallen angel's attention. He wasn't a man that Asmael knew personally, but he'd certainly heard about the 'demon orc king' and his position among the demonic council. That coalition of fiends were the closest thing to rivals that his master and the other hellish princes had besides the choirs of heaven, and they could be just as much disruptive forces as they could be allies by circumstances given the day. Yes, if Ulruk was to be involved, then it was not a stretch of the imagination that Wrath sin would benefit from his rampage, whether directly or by sheer circumstance. The next thing that grabbed his attention, however, was the mischievous way that Lollipop suggested that Asmael go consult with one of the island's residents--a staff member by the sounds of it (he recalled Momo meant 'peach' in several human dialects, and hed noticed the trend of employees being named after sweets the previous day). He raised an eyebrow at Mint's nervous reticence and Lolli's playful mischief, but saw no reason to protest. He finished his current bite and smiled at the blond bunny boy. "It will be my pleasure to assist. But be warned my darling little pet, if you have some sort of prank prepared, I'll very gladly get back at you by repeating some of yesterday's fun on you down in the lobby where everyone can see and hear you submit to me~" The threat was, of course, as good as a promise given the circumstances. He didn't expect any actual malice from Lolli, so best to just threaten him with a good time in like. "So then, where can I find this 'Momo' that I am to consult with?"

Granted, but a tropical storm is set to hit in about 3 minutes. I wish I was one of @IsabellaRose's body pillows

Whosoever draws the sword from the stone shall be the once and future king, in my pants

@KaliClandestine StaffStar Gazer: [Profile Link] As the scantily clad (not that anyone here would think of disapproving) brunette was looking towards the bulletin board, a short, freckled, blue skinned feminine figure with a modest bust ad wide hips—dressed in a slightly darker and gothier looking modification of the island staff uniform—sauntered up behind her. Reaching up to tap the new guest on her shoulder, the young worker flashed her a jolly smile as she would turn to face the cyclops that had come to tend to her needs. "Hi there, welcome to Sweet Treat island. By the look of you, you're a new guest here, right?" asked the cyclops, already knowing the answer thanks to having seen a vision of the girl just earlier this morning. "The name's Star, Star Gazer. If you need any help getting to know the resort and its surroundings, I'd happily help you get familiar with things."