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INTRO LOG ☆ WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM

☆DAY ONE | THE GRAND ENTRANCE☆

When you awaken after a nice, long, deep sleep (facilitated by some herbs burning in the fireplace, perhaps) you have made your choice. When you exit your room, you’ll see a signpost in the middle of the corridor that you didn’t notice before. There are three signs, all pointing in different directions, with the words “Apprentices”,”Guards” and “Etc” on their own sign.

Potential Apprentices will head towards the very hall they entered just last night. The Mistress isn’t here this time. In her place there is a table and a long, open scroll of parchment with the words “APPRENTICE CONTRACT” written at the very top and a small, near indiscernible paragraph of what looks to be legal jargon under it. The only other obviously readable words say “SIGN HERE”. A quill and ink lies next to the parchment for this very purpose. Whether you linger to read the entire thing before you sign or simply sign, it doesn’t matter. If you get cold feet, you can leave. If you sign, a soldier will push yet another tome into your hands.

The tome contains a short, congratulatory spiel about the honor of being an Apprentice and proceeds to go into great detail about duties that sound an awful lot like castle maintenance. There’s talk of polishing knobs, sweeping corridors, wiping windows and mopping up after orgies but very little is said about magic.

It advises you to check the notice boards in the library at least once a month to accomplish tasks and earn coins. In the back of the book is a map that marks the important locations within the castle (including the location of your lovely, new room) and a sparse map of the kingdom. Think scribbles with “forest goes here” scrawled over the top.

Potential guards head into the courtyard, where a table is set up and surrounded by a small group of current guards. The table has a banner pinned to it that reads “GUARD SIGN-UPS” and upon approaching the table, you will be asked to beat one of the current guards in hand to hand combat. When that has been accomplished, they will ask about your previous experience with protective services, your experience with weapons and offer you the job. If you fail, you’ll be turned away (you also run the risk of being laughed out of the courtyard without a chance to prove yourself).

Upon signing up, a guard will take you on a tour of the castle, walking you through the barracks, the halls, the corridors and a few of the short cuts. You will be given a map, a weapon and taken to a nurse to unlock one of your powers (if you have one). Of course, you are warned of the consequences of misusing any of these privileges. Death, torture and a life spent in a prison cell are distinct possibilities.

They urge you to check the notice boards frequently for odd jobs to complete for extra spending money and shadow you while you try on your shiny, new uniform and tour the castle. You’ll be shadowed for about a week on duty before the guards get bored and let you do your own thing.

Finally, the et cetera. The last lot. You take your pride, your clothes and whatever you can fit in your pockets and you march with purpose (probably) toward your designated route. Maybe you’re angry, maybe you’re expecting a fight, maybe you’re getting fired up and ready to fight off anyone who tries to stop you.

You’ll be disappointed.

The corridor leads you to a very normal looking door that just...opens. Amazing. You step out of the castle and into the mud. It was raining, after all. There’s a guard there, waiting to escort you into the village. It’s about a ten minute trudge through the mud, and they lead you past beautiful towers, decent cottages and toward some worn down, empty shacks. One of these lovely hovels is yours to keep, and there’s even a little bit of food there for you.

You won’t get told anything about jobs or notice boards by the guard. Once they’ve dropped you off, that’s all the guard is obligated to do.

Snooping around the village will find you a notice board with jobs posted on it and information about some sort of tri-weekly market is readily available. If you want a job you’ll have to canvas, just like the good old days. The good news is that despite Mistress’ tyranny, the economy is pretty good. Many taverns, inns, apothecaries and brothels are hiring.

☆DAY TWO | THE FESTIVAL OF THE FOOL☆
The Off-Worlders have arrived at an opportune time, this month. People in the village might notice a hustle and bustle around them. Poles are mounted, banners are raised, euphemisms are crafted and everyone seems to be getting ready for something.

You don’t need to ask what it is, at first, because the banners indicate that it it’s April Fools. A little late in the month for it, you might think, but the occasion is celebrated for almost an entire month in this little Kingdom. After all, the Mistress does dearly love an opportunity to unleash malicious humor.

Thankfully, the festivities here are far from malicious. There’s food, drink, music and dancing all around town. Everyone is dressed in bright, colourful clothing and costumes and the Off-Worlders are encouraged to dance and celebrate alongside them. Cream pies, enchanted hand buzzers, the ol’ switcharoo with various possessions and other fairly lame pranks are standard.

Apprentices, guards and even outlier scum are encouraged to participate freely in the festival. It will be a week long binge of FUN.

-Food stalls provide free drinks of all flavours (some of which providing new sensations or strange tingles), cakes and baked goods (some of which are provided by the Fuck Bakery: Cakes that Make you Want to Fuck). It’s hard to differentiate the enhanced food from the regular food, but Off-Worlders will soon figure out that many people have a penchant for aphrodisiacs, enhancers and drugs in their food.

-Hookah pipes with many flavours to partake in, within silk tents amongst silk pillows for getting reeealllll comfortable. The warm, fruity scents are alluring and can have aphrodisiac-like effects if inhaled for long enough. They also lower the inhibitions and calm the mind, making everyone in the tent more open to suggestion.

-Jelly wrestling for prizes (of which you are free to take liberties) and shoulder wrestling for prizes (of which you are also free to take liberties) along with other familiar carnival games with erotic twists. Bobbing for candy dicks, pin the bikini on the nude girl, cock rodeos and extremely violent games of whack-a-mole.

-The brothels are in full force. Girls in ridiculous, skimpy costumes (think octopus, jesters or plague doctors) are outside selling their wares, they’re just too tempting to resist.

-Most exciting of all is the Fun Worm, who makes his way through the whole festival. He looks like six or so villagers under a really shitty costume, but it doesn’t seem to bother anyone. On closer inspection, you will be lured in by the fun pheromones and powerless to resist them. Inhaling fun pheromones forces a big, cheesy grin on your face. Suddenly, fun is the objective and your inhibitions are severely lowered for an hour or so. He’s constantly cycling around the festival, so it’s hard to avoid him. What’s important to note is that the Fun Worm is a new addition, a gift from the travelling Fun Cult to enhance the festivities. The Fun Cult has brought fun and laughter to kingdoms far and wide, although those kingdoms became a lot less prosperous when their priorities shifted from trade and farming to jello shots and week long benders.

The festivities continue even through nightfall (lanterns will be lit, some of which float through the sky of their own accord, bonfires with incredible scents will be lit too) and will do so for the rest of the week.

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Ah! That's a great idea!

[Visibly perking up, he grinned brightly as he gently pulled away from her, but still held onto her hand.]

Let's go find one!

[It was good that she didn't, anyway. Ren didn't want to go anywhere near that castle if he didn't have to. Head honcho lady rubbed him wrong.

[For now, he lightly tugged on her hand, hoping that she would go with him while he led the way.]

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[Though her mind whispered to let go and turn away, her body followed, trailing behind her partner with a delighted little grin on her lips. She knew that, were her father there, he would have been having a meltdown. Somehow, it made it all the more enticing.]

[She spotted an abandoned Hookah tent not far away, and quickly cleared her throat to point it out.]

That should work, shouldn't it? [She hadn't looked in too closely, but when she'd passed by a tent earlier, the pillows and billowing smoke had made it almost enticing.]

Oh! These tents are great. I mean, I like the smoke, so we can air it out a bit, but...

[He resisted the urge to dive headlong among the pillows. Instead, he guided them both in - it was thankfully empty - pulled off his shoes, and settled much more delicately among the pillows. The remaining smoke wasn't too thick - just enough to settle like a slightly strong perfume - and Ren couldn't help but delight in the scents that reached his nose.]

It's a little drugged, to be honest - the smoke - but it's a pretty gentle high. For me, anyway.

[He then moved in close to her, their knees lightly touching.]

Anyway, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. And we can stop anytime.

I can't underscore that enough.

[At this point, Angel was beginning to wonder just what Ren could convince her of. Or perhaps it was simply the smoke guiding her thoughts toward compliance. Whatever it was, she voiced no opposition to the air, and or even her companion's closer movements.]

It's fine. This is absolutely fine.

[She gazed up at Ren, heart rate picking up. They were close, and alone, and if she was honest with herself, the man before her was attractive. Yes, she felt clumsy and confused, wondering if she was supposed to stay in place, or if perhaps she might be better off in his lap.]

[No matter what she was feeling though, his words were comforting, and she offered him a gentle smile.]

Thank you, Ren.

[His expression softening in reply, he wriggled a little closer, and very carefully placed one hand on her upper back, the other taking her hand again and guiding it to his own cheek. He was a bit out of his element - he preferred to be bold and loud and, well, like that - but he was determined to show Angel a good time - as far of one as she wished to try.]

Okay, good. As a note, you can touch me however you like. There's very little that I dislike.

[Moving closer still, he pressed a light kiss to her cheek, wanting to test the waters and not step too far into anything without her okay.]

Okay.

[Her voice came out as little more than a whisper, caught up in the swirling mix of both anticipation and excitement. Tentatively, her thumb swept over Ren's cheek, feeling the skin there, before drifting back further and into his hair.]

[His lips against her cheek only served to stoke the fires in both her cheeks and her chest. Slowly, her eye lids slid shut, a pleased little breath escaping her as she found herself both waiting and hoping for more.]

[Ren's cheek was soft, as was his hair. It was longer in the back, tied into a thin ponytail. He let out a little hum, and, with Angel's relaxed posture, he lightly brushed his lips against hers, and then again, only to linger.

[He wondered if this was her first kiss. If it was, well. That would be pretty damn flattering.

[For now, with his lips against hers, he struggled against the drug in his system that made him want to use his tongue.

[She felt good against him, though, and he let out another soft, contented murmur in his throat.]

[Ren wouldn't have been wrong with his assertion, and he certainly would have had plenty of reason to feel flattered -- Angel was floored by his first brush, and absolutely smitten with the second. She had feared that this encounter might be rough, the man too needy with his touches.]

[And yet she was perfectly at peace with the contact.]

[Or at least, she was mentally. The fire in her body roared to life, all but begging for more. The fingers in his hair tightened instinctively, and her body pressed closer. A sound of her own came from the back of her throat -- affirmation of her satisfaction or encouraging him to continue, she couldn't say for sure.]

[Feeling her grip tighten in his hair, he groaned in approval, slowly, gently, adjusting his hold on her to keep her a bit closer, the hand on her back dipping only as far down as her waist. His lips parted from hers, only very slightly, before kissing her again, wanting to at least keep up some sense of energy and momentum into it.

[Idly, his fingers stroked along her waist, daring not to cop a feel even though he wanted to touch her more. To lick her. To bury his face between her breasts and just be for a moment or two. How did her heartbeat sound? Would she let him get off to it? Or would she think him strange for it?]

[An earlier thought trickled into her mind, and the thrills and chills slowly rolling through her body, the more rational side of her brain was helpless to defend against it. She shifted forward, clambering gently into his lap and pressing herself against him.]

[Maybe she might have worried, for both his comfort and her safety, if not for his words earlier, and his gentleness now. And with the smoke addling her mind just as much as the cakes were twisting her body, she was all but helpless to his touch.]

Ren... [She couldn't help but breathe his name as she pulled back for air. The break didn't last long -- something inside of her was rising up, and right now, in the midst of their kiss, she didn't want to try and hold it back.]

[Ren hoped that Angel wouldn't be expecting to feel any telltale bulges while seated in his lap, simply because he didn't have the ability to make one that big without help. Still, the thought was fleeting, and hearing his name on her lips dashed it away even more.

[Unable to help it, he pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips one more time, and then let his mouth migrate to her neck, gently sucking on a spot close to her pulse, for only a moment (and far from hard enough to leave any marks behind,) only to stop and nuzzle against her cheek. Unable to help himself, he licked his lips to taste her on them, and let his hands settle on her hips, instead. Right, right, slow down....]

[Whether it be inexperience coupled with the lack of knowledge of just how these things worked, or simply obliviousness, Angel expected little from her position, aside from close contact.]

[The lips against her neck took her by surprise, but it wasn't a deal breaker. Another sound slipped from her lips, more of a breathy sigh than a true moan. Her fingers tightened in his hair once more, before she too allowed them to wander, tracing over and down his back.]

That was -- [Her nerves threatened to rise up within her throat, and so she quickly swallowed them back down.] You can keep going, like that.

[Ren let out a soft groan as she gripped his hair tighter, followed by a chuckle when he heard her consent. Smiling, he kissed her cheek again, reveling in her wandering touch along his back.]

Yeah? Okay.

[Quite happy with this, despite his growing arousal, he began to suck on her neck again, flicking her skin with his tongue as he worked his way up from the base of her throat. Not once did he involve his teeth, even in jest. Playfulness could come when she asked for it, or if she accepted it after he proposed it - not a moment sooner.]

[As Ren's touch progressed, Angel's head leaned back all the farther. Soft sighs and gasps bubbled up from her throat, ones that got louder and progressed closer to moan territory the longer he worked. Through the residual smoke in the air, she could have sworn she saw stars.]

[Her hands did not sit idle, however. Content with the exploration of his back, her soft palms slid forward, sliding over his chest with a raised, curious brow. She said nothing of what she found there -- having no reason to suspect anything untoward. Even if she did, she was unbothered by it all the same.]

[Thankfully, arriving with the clothes on his back allowed him to retain his tank-top-styled binder, but it did nothing to dull the sensation of having his chest touched. Groaning deeply against Angel's neck, Ren nibbled upon her collarbone with a low whimper, his hips attempting to rock forward despite her position on his lap.

[Cheeks flushed with arousal, he silently pressed his chest against her hands as he made himself behave more gently again, his tongue lapping slowly over where he'd nipped her.]

[The movement of his hips, however slight, sent crack of lightning up from where he pressed against her inner thigh. A cry escaped her -- accentuated all the more by the teeth against her skin -- and she quickly found herself pressing her face against his hair. The sounds that followed were muffled, but no less pleased.]

[Worried that perhaps she might have dissuaded him, a hand swept up to his cheek, cupping it briefly, as if to hold him in position. Her heart was pounding harder than ever, and the adrenaline fueling it was also keeping her thoughts plenty focused on the moment, and rather than the doubts that had previously been spinning around in her head.]

[Ren moaned quietly at her in reply, turning his head to kiss her hand, then her wrist, and he gave her another slow roll of his hips in the hopes of stimulating her more. Perhaps the pressure was what did it?

[Ah-- he could feel her pulse against his lips. Letting out a soft, needy sound, he breathed slowly to try and calm down, but even so, his voice came out low and thick.]

Your heart -- it's beating so fast....

[He gave another grind of his hips, and used the pad of his thumb to sweep slowly along her hip, to the juncture of inner thigh and pelvis.]

Do you want more, Angel?

[Every logical thought in Angel's mind screamed for her to say no, that this was enough for her. Unfortunately, logic was being quashed down by lust, by a fire burning through her, stretching from her gut to the tips of her toes and fingers. His hips bucking against hers, once, twice, only served to further ignite those flames.]

I --

[Ren had said that no matter what happened, she could say no. So far, he had respected her boundaries -- and while she wasn't sure exactly how things would progress, she felt sound in her assertion that it would continue to be the case.]

[If she got too overwhelmed, she could simply call the whole thing off.]

Yes. I'd -- I'd like that.

[Nodding once, Ren inched his hand closer.]

Okay. I'm going to touch you through your clothes. If anything doesn't feel good, I want you to tell me so I'll stop.

[She seemed the type to benefit from that. And so, gently, he dragged his fingertips along the crotch of her clothing, seeking out her clit in order to stroke over it with just enough pressure to be felt. His pace was slow, as he didn't want to touch her in a way that would cause her pain, if her sensitivity was anything like his own.]

[Teeth pulled at her lips, trying to hold back a nervous chatter in her teeth. Her head lolled back as Ren drew closer to her core, while her toes curled in anticipation.]

[Truly, nothing could have prepared her for the sensation, for his fingers brushing against her so-called sacred place. Her lips parted, now unable to hold back the gasp, the shudder, and eventually the low moan that broke bubbled up from her throat.]

Ren -- [She squeezed her eyes shut, while her other hand sought out the one not moving against her. She squeezed it, offering her own assurance while seeking his.]

[Taking the moan as a good sign, Ren continued to gently massage that spot, only to stop when he heard his name. He definitely felt the differences in their experiences, and he didn't want to push more onto her if her saying his name was to get him to stop. Even so, her hold on his hand made him look between it and her face. Judging that it was probably okay to keep going, he continued to stroke her clit, letting his fingers rhythmically - and not too fast - caress both her clit as well as reach far back enough to stimulate her entrance as well.]

This still okay?

[He can't help but ask, even as he kisses her hand again.]

[The shift of his fingers brought an entirely new way of sensation to the girl. She shifted slightly, legs instinctively parting all the more in order to grant him unfettered access. Briefly, she wondered what those fingers might feel like inside of her, before she quickly chased the thought away.]

[She wasn't ready for that. At least, she didn't think she was ready for that.]

It's lovely. [Her words were whispered, both husky and warm. She allowed her eyes to open for a moment, to meet Ren's gaze briefly. The corner of her lips twitched upward, and she supplemented her words with a nod.]

Is there... is there anything I can do?

Okay. I'm glad.

[Relieved, he smiled back, and continued to touch her as before. At her question, he lightly bit his lip. As much as he was reluctant to ask for anything in return, he was far too turned on and into her to resist too much.]

If you want to, you can do what I'm doing. I'm-- built the same as you are.

[His cheeks burn at the admission. She seems very, very kind, but he still firmly braces himself inside for the potential of being rejected.

[He pushes through, anyway.]

Just- be gentle, if you touch me directly. I'll uh- I'll guide you if you do. But, you don't have to.

[A few heavy breaths escaped her, the siren startled by both his offer and his touch. Her hand shook, despite the fact that she was trying to steady herself enough to return his touch.]

[It didn't bother her, or even come across as a big deal that they were anatomically similar. She had read enough on the ECHOnet to know that such things were possible, and that it wasn't her place to ask questions.]

Okay...

[The hand clenched against his own was plenty content where it was, and so she used the other to slide down to his knee. Her fingers traced idly there, before tracing further up his thigh. She didn't yet touch near his core, instead playing against the space there.]

[And then, her finger slid up to where his own fingers worked against her own body.
She circled the sace there, touch feather light and eyes locked on Ren's.]

Is this okay?

[Relief flooded him - and then pleasure still as her touch wandered. Shivering at the touch along his inner thigh, he bit his lip as his own touch faltered, anticipation coursing through every nerve.

[It was a little hard to feel her touch, through his pants as well as his boxers, so, gently, he pulled his hand away from Angel's cloth-covered sex in order to guide her hand to press a little more firmly. When he spoke, his voice had dropped slightly as his arousal damn near clouded his every thought.]

Like this. There's just enough of a barrier that you can be this firm. I like... horizontal movements more than vertical ones.

[Remembering himself, he went back to caressing her, his own breath coming a little harder. Gently, he flexed his grip on her hand, not letting go.]

INTRO LOG ☆ WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM

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