telly's toys

//ceraph's telly roleplay
//this would go next to the [kiss] option in satan's version

[Toys] {Tooltip: Try out one of her toys.}]

Gesturing towards the shelves at the back of her shop, you ask Telly if she could show you her toys.

[say: Certainly, [mister]!] Telly dashes over with all the enthusiasm you've come to expect from [if (ischild) {her|the little girl}] and twirls around to face you once more. The rubber ball she holds up seems far too large for her [if (ischild) {own|tiny}] hand. [say: These bounce!]

She stretches up as tall as she can and throws it against the floor. True to her word, the ball pops up, and Telly flashes you a smile as she catches it. [say: See?]

Those aren't quite the toys you had in mind, you point out. She's an outcast, even among demons, and looks no older than [if (ischild) {you|a child}]. Surely it must get lonely in the bazaar when you have no one to turn to besides yourself?

Telly seems to shrug off your less-than-flattering description without a second thought. [say: I'm never lonely with my favorite customer around!]

Is that really true, you ask, and she falls silent, her hands fidgeting as a deep blush spreads across her cheeks. You [if (ischild) {know|can't imagine}] what it's like to have urges at her age, [if (ischild) {and|but}] you're willing to help, if she'll let you.

A hesitant nod is all the answer you receive, so you [walk] closer to her, [if (singleleg) {[if (isnaga) {the gentle rustle of your tail|the slick sounds of your slime against the floor}]|your footsteps}] echoing throughout the empty shop. She seems so innocent like this, a shy smile gracing her lips as you lean [if (taller) {down|in}] until you're inches apart.

[say: T-this isn't that kind of shop, [mister].] Each word comes out as a fluttery whisper, but she doesn't move away, unable to convince even herself.

No one has to know, you tell her. The shop's closed. It's just you, her, and--

Telly's eyes widen as you pull a handful of gems out of [if (>5 gems) {your [inv]|thin air}], letting them clatter across the counter with a flick of your wrist. Each bounce sends shivers through the [if (ischild) {demoness|little girl}], and a shaky breath slips out of her when they finally come to a stop, each stone glittering in the light of the setting sun. She can't seem to look away from the sight, not even caring as your hand brushes through her hair, your fingers curling around a silky blonde strand.

The soft, luxurious feel gives a silent reminder of her wealth, and so caught up are you in admiring [if (ischild) {her|her youthful form}] that you barely register the faint [say: Yes.] falling from her lips.

[say: I-I'll do it.]

A surge of excitement rushes through you at those words. Ever since you first met Telly, you couldn't get her [if (ischild) {infectious|childlike}] enthusiasm out of your mind, and now she's truly yours, even if it's only for tonight. The sweet scent of candy fills you as you take a breath to calm your nerves.

Your hand on her back finally manages to tear her gaze away from the gems. Her familiar hazel eyes, now half-lidded with desire [if (not ischild) {far beyond her years}], meet your own, and both of you can't help but tremble from the anticipation of what will happen next. It's unstoppable now, the realization settling in your mind and beneath your [skinshort] as a tingling heat. She's [if (low corruption or ischild) {a demon}] [if (not ischild) {[if (low corruption) {and still|only}] a child}], yet right now your heart longs for no one else.

Your breath catches when she [if (taller) {stretches up|leans in}] to meet you, and even the first innocent brush of her lips against you sets your pulse thrumming with nervous energy. You locked the door, didn't you? What [if (ischild) {would the adults say if they saw you with [if (masculine) {her|another girl}], two children experimenting with knowledge far beyond their age|if someone walked in and saw you with a girl [if (isteen) {barely half your age|[if (isadult) {young enough to be your daughter|generations your junior}]}]}]?

Those worries melt away to the softness of her lips against your own as she presses into you with a gentle yet insistent warmth. There's a deep hunger lurking beneath her [if (ischild) {elegant|childlike}] appearance, you quickly realize, wrapping your arms around her back as you match her intensity every step of the way. [if (ischild) {You can't exactly name her flavor, though it seems to fit her perfectly|Her taste is tinged with the sweetness of youth}], and the slightest parting of her lips is all the invitation you need to slip inside.

Only, you don't quite make it before Telly pulls back slightly, uncertainty and desire swirling in her eyes. [say: T-these aren't...] She swallows heavily, her exhale hot on your [skinshort]. [say: ...my usual services.]

You nod, shifting closer to kiss your way up her neck. You've no intention of forcing her to do anything, you tell her, pressing your palm against hers until the unmistakable hard edge of another handful of gems bites into her flesh. Neither of you seem to move for several tense seconds before she finally speaks, her voice but a whisper.

[say: Anything for my favorite customer.]

There's only the groaning of the floorboards as you lean in this time, delighting in the way Telly melts in your arms as soon as you touch her again. The barest nip at her lower lip makes her shudder, her breath ragged as she parts around your tongue. Despite her her earlier claims, it's clear she needs this almost as much as you.

She barely even flinches as you push her back against the shelf, the rattling of jars and bottles not enough to distract her from your lips. Without a moment's hesitation, you sink your hands into the many frills of her dress and let your fingers trace farther up her sides with every kiss. Only once you reach her shoulders do you pull away, and this time it's Telly reaching out for more.

Instead, you [if (taller) {nestle|wrap}] [if (ischild) {her|the needy little girl}] into [if (taller) {your chest|a hug}], stroking her [if (taller) {hair|back}] until she calms down. You didn't forget why you came here, after all. Maybe she can find

//first time
some... more appropriate toys now?

Telly straightens up at the first sound of business, giving you a dazed nod as she slips out of your arms. [say: O-of course, [mister].]

Instead of heading to her inventory, though, she ducks behind the counter, an odd clicking noise the only hint of her whereabouts. [if (low corruption) {A small part of you|You}] can't help but be curious as to what a demonic toymaker might devise.

[say: Here it is!] Her smile widens as she steps over to you, her hands cupped so you can't see what she's holding. [say: You're sure to love this one, [mister].]

It's a stone. A smooth, flat one, like you might have fished out of the stream many times before. You'd be hard pressed to even call it a toy, let alone fun.

Perhaps your disappointment shows on your face, as Telly wastes no time pushing up beside you and slipping the stone into your hand. It's cool on your [skinshort], and this close only real oddity you can make out is its almost glossy texture. [if (knows spell) {The more you hold it, though, the more you can sense the faintest tingle of magic lurking beneath the surface. Whatever it is, it's no ordinary rock.}]

Her eyes lock onto yours, hazel fading further to a deep, murky brown with every passing second. [say: .etarbiV]

The instant those strange syllables leave her mouth, the stone lurches into motion, rattling in your palm like the egg of some long-lost creature, desperate to hatch. The sheer surprise catches you off-guard, but the shaking stops as soon as it slips between your fingers. It even bounces along the ground like any other stone, any hint that it was just trembling in your hand long gone.

[say: A purchase from a desert traveler,] she says, bending down to pick it off the floor. [say: Only a hundred gems to try it out, [mister].]

You're more than a little curious as to what it can do,

//other times
that vibrating stone again?

Telly gives you a knowing smile as she slips out of your arms. [say: Of course, [mister].]

She ducks behind the counter, and it doesn't take long at all before she returns with that magic rock held between her fingertips. [say: A hundred gems to use it again, please.]

That experience definitely convinced you the last time,

//merge
so you [if (> 100 gems) {dig deep into your [inv], pulling out|snap your fingers, calling forth}] all that she asks. She wastes no time scooping them up, only stopping to tuck them away behind the counter.

[say: Here's your toy,] she says, handing you the stone. [say: And here comes your treat.]

Two soft hands work their way [if (isnaked) {along your body, tracing a shaky path to your [if (hascock) {[cock]|[vagina]}]|into your [armor], deftly working [it/them] off}] before helping you [if (isnaga) {pull yourself}] up onto the counter. As you [if (isbiped) {lie back|get comfortable}], the stone still rests in your hand, completely inert [if (not first time) {for now}]. You can only wait with breathless anticipation as Telly fetches her stool, and as her keen gaze flickers over you, it's hard not to feel as though you're being appraised yourself. It fills you with a strange sense of [if (low corruption) {approval|pride}] when she climbs up beside you, her golden hair tickling on your stomach every step of the way.

The rustle of her dress against your [skindesc] and the warm whisper of her lips against yours rob you of any further thoughts, except for one: you bet you could get her out of those clothes, if you wanted.

[Undress Her] {Tooltip: What kind of a merchant would she be if she didn't show you all the goods?}
[No Panties] {Tooltip: The dress can stay, but those panties have to go.}
[Say Nothing] {Tooltip: She's cuter as she is.}


//anything besides [say nothing]
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of her name, and a curious smile lights up her face. [say: Can I help you with something, [mister]?]

Those two fingers ghosting down your side leave little doubt as to what she has in mind, but they immediately stop as soon as you direct her attention over to your [armor]. If she were to check your [inv] right now, she'd find five hundred gems, just for her. All you ask is [if (picked "undress her") {that you don't have to be the only one naked|for those panties to disappear}].

She pauses, a reddish tint crawling up her cheeks as she considers your offer, and you're content to let her think. It is a lot of gems, after all. An amount like that could really turn her business around.

Telly nods, unable to find her words as she slowly rises and beckons you to follow. With no hesitation, you pull yourself [if (singleleg) {upright|to your knees}], your grip settling on the [if (ischild) {gentle|barely developed}] curve of her hips. A tiny moan slips out of her as your hand snakes its way up her skirt, and the slightest brush against her sensitive thighs has her clutching at your shoulders, desperate for support.

Further up lies a piece of soft, fluffy cotton, the only thing separating [if (ischild) {the two of you|you from her pristine, youthful entrance}]. You yearn to be closer still, her body shuddering against you as two fabric-wrapped fingers press inside her [if (not ischild) {heavenly}] depths. Even through the cloth you can feel the warm, wet heat of her walls, clinging to you like they never want you to leave. With each shallow thrust, she whimpers in your ear, and only when you finally slip out of her does she calm down, leaning against you to recover.

To little avail, as neither of you can breathe when your fingers hook into her panties and slowly work them down her slender thighs. Soon they peek out from underneath the ruffles of her skirt, and you let go, watching them slide effortlessly to her feet. You toss them aside as soon as she steps out. She won't be needing [i:those] any longer [if (no panties) {, and y|.}]

//continue on if undress her was picked
Her still-[if (ischild) {covered|developing}] body calls out to you, and Telly trembles under your touch as you spin her around. [if (ischild) {Though she says nothing when you wrap her into a hug, the way she presses back against you tells you more than words ever could.|Even her back has the gentleness of a child, left soft and untouched by her merchant life.}] Your hands work in tandem with her own to help her out of her dress, every glimpse of the pale, silken skin beneath setting your pulse aflutter.

Soon, though, you abandon all pretense of aid, slipping your fingers underneath the soft fabric and gliding across her ribs until a shiver lets you know you've found the right spot. Her [if (ischild) {nipples are|flat chest is}] begging for your touch, and you relent, tracing your thumb around [if (ischild) {one|a nipple}] as your other hand dips down her stomach. Her [if (not ischild) {tiny}] hips thrust as you sink lower [if (not ischild) {across her bare skin}] to the slick heat between her thighs. [if (ischild) {She|Her growing body}] knows what she needs, even if she won't admit it herself.

Still, she's far too easy to tease, her attempts at undressing quickly growing more and more half-hearted by the second. Her [if (ischild) {desperate|delicate little}] body yearns to be fucked, but right now she'll have to make due with your finger gliding along her lips, never giving her the fullness she desires. It takes all your willpower not to [if (hascock) {slip your [cock] inside|let her ride your hand}], but with a soft, slow kiss to her flushed cheek, you pull yourself back in control and leave her shaking at the disappearance of your touch.

Not about to miss your chance, you slide her dress off and let it drift to the floor. Ever since you [if (first time) {first|last}] saw [if (ischild) {her|this little girl}] you've been waiting for this moment, and now Telly stands before you, [if (ischild) {completely exposed|clad in nothing but her juvenile grace}]. Y

//both undress her and no panties converge here (no new paragraph)
ou can't hold back any more, pulling her down on top of you and relishing in the [if (undressed) {heat of her skin against [if (hasplainskin) {yours|your [skindesc]}]|feel of the lace tickling against your [skindesc]}].

//[next] if undress her was picked?

//say nothing
No, there's just something better about a girl [if (hascock) {wrapped around your [cock]|nestled between your thighs}], still dressed in all her finery. It's a look that suits [if (ischild) {her|the little merchant}] well, so you settle for holding her close as you claim her [if (ischild) {soft|small}] lips and deepen the kiss.

//everything merges here
[if (said nothing) {Her hand works its way into your own, emerging with that magic stone between her fingers before|She reaches to the side, taking that magic stone into her hand and}] running it across your [chest]. [say: Did you forget about this?]

[if (first time) {Maybe you did|You never could}], you tell her, and Telly only smiles brighter at your response. With one last kiss, she pulls herself upright, and you can feel the extent of her arousal [if (say nothing) {through her panties|against your [skinshort]}] as she slides down to your hips[if (no panties) {, the glistening trail peeking out from beneath her skirt}]. She makes no attempt to hide it, already grinding against [if (hascock) {your length|you}] as she works her way further down to [if (isnaga) {straddle your tail|sit [if (isgoo) {in front of you|between your legs}]}].

This is why you came here, of course, but that makes it no less thrilling to glance up into the eyes of [if (ischild) [if (feminine) {another|a blushing}]|a little}] girl, her [if (undressed) {bare}] body trembling with excitement[if (not undressed) {beneath her elegant dress}].

//hascock (no new paragraph)
Her gaze shyly falls on your [cock], and even the first touch of her gentle fingers leaves you twitching. It's almost with reverence that her hand wraps around your shaft, the warmth of her palm cool compared to the heat that surges through you from the smallest of strokes. Once at the bottom, she [if (hasballs) {cups your [balls], massaging them with the care they deserve|traces circles around the base, the feathery contact ticklish against your most sensitive skin}].

Despite her [if (ischild) {inexperience|innocence}], each touch seems to make you grow even harder, and you can scarcely stop yourself from bucking your hips as she leans in, the slightest part of her lips setting your senses alight. Her hazel eyes, now darkened with desire, shimmer in the evening sun as she takes in your reactions, and you've no doubt every throb of your cock and hitch of your breath are etched in her [if (not ischild) {young}] mind.

No one could miss the wavering groan that escapes you as her mouth slips around your head, the warm, wet caress of pleasure leaving you tingling and desperate for more. Thankfully, Telly shows no intention of stopping, the velvet touch of her tongue dipping inside for the briefest moment before continuing down your length. Inch after inch of your [cock] disappears between her lips as she descends, only stopping [if (big cock) {once you bump into the back of her throat|when you've no more to give}].

It's hard to think of a better treat than Telly settled between your thighs, her [if (undressed) {bare skin|frilly dress}] and golden hair brushing against your [skindesc] with every labored breath. [if (big cock) {Her|As soon as she pulls back, her}] fingers squeeze down on the exposed part of your shaft, replacing the heat of her mouth with the warmth of her hand, and the slick, sloppy sounds of her strokes echo off the walls and fill the air with your lust. Even the ever-present scent of fruit is tinged with sweat and sex by the time she slows down, her palm soft against the underside of your length.

Her eyes seek out your own, and there's no sign of that [if (ischild) {hesitation|little girl}] from before as she mouths that strange spell again. The stone rumbles to life as soon as her lips shut, its cool, smooth surface dancing atop your [chest] as you gasp in surprise. Each brush against your nipple seems to tingle all the way down to your [cock], growing stronger and stronger until you're pulsing in her grip.

Still, she never stops pumping you, her fingers massaging the tip as she does her best to draw out your cum. There's no hiding her demonic heritage as she watches you with adoration, her [if (undressed) {[if (not ischild) {undeveloped}] chest|dress}] rising and falling with every throb of your cock. No wonder Telly was always so eager to see you return, always hoping that one day you wouldn't stop with only a candy or a hug. You should have seen it in her smiles and felt it in her every touch, [if (ischild) {her silent flirtations so obvious now|her young body calling out for you the only way it knew how}].

You slam your hips up, fucking her hand with the strength you should have had then. A strange numbness washes over you momentarily as that stone rolls onto the counter, but you pay it no mind, so lost are you in the tightness coiling inside your [if (hasballs) {[balls]|gut}]. Each stroke milks you with a fervor that [if (ischild) {makes you shudder|belies her age}], and right now, all you can manage to care about is that she doesn't stop.

Instead, Telly speeds up, her fingers gliding along your entire length as she pulls you closer to the edge, one squeeze at a time. You hear it--that faint buzzing somewhere in the back of your hazy mind--before you see it, and you glance over just in time to feel her magic stone trembling along the head of your own shaking cock, each pulse like another hand teasing your [if (hasballs) {balls|shaft}] and urging you to cum. It's smooth and slick with her saliva, and your head rolls back against the counter as your entire body tenses up, able to take it no longer.

Warm, shuddering pleasure rips through you as you surrender to her touch, your seed splattering all over her [if (undressed) {pale skin until she's [if (lots of cum) {coated|glistening}] with you|dress, staining it a creamy white}]. Each twitch of that stone seems to coax out another load, and you can only gasp for breath as shot after shot surges from your [cock] and drips down off Telly's face. Even as it runs onto her [if (undressed) {legs|skirt}] [if (lots of cum) {and puddles on the counter}], she continues to stroke you, intent on getting every last drop.

You collapse against the counter when your orgasm finally draws to a close, completely spent. A groan of relief is about all you can muster when the vibrations stop and her hand releases your sensitive cock. Your eyes drift shut, too exhausted to stay open any longer. Everything quiets to the sound of your breathing and Telly's happy little hum.

[say: I hope you enjoyed yourself,] comes a familiar, deeper voice, and you crack open your eyes to find Ceraph where Telly once stood. [say: Just say the word if you need [if (ischild) {someone your own size|to feel young}] again, [Master].]

You're really not sure if you can manage to get up yet, so you settle for [if (low corruption) {thanking her|nodding}] as she leaves, before [if (singleleg) {getting your bearings|stumbling to your feet}][if (isnaked) {, dressing yourself,}] and making your way back to camp. //end scene


//nocock (no new paragraph)
Though you long to touch her, Telly is the one who acts first, her slender fingers tracing gently across the [skindesc] of your inner thigh. They creep steadily forward even as your own body trembles with desire, and the faintest brush against your [if (high wetness) {dripping|glistening}] lips has you squirming atop the counter, desperately trying to find them again.

You never do. Instead, her shadow looms over you, her golden hair cascading across your [chest] as she crawls closer, [if (undressed) {her bare skin almost as warm as your own [if (hasplainskin) {|[skindesc]}]|her dress surprisingly cool against your [skinshort]}]. She doesn't resist when your arms wrap around her back, and that's the all the invitation you need to pull her in until you can feel every beat of her racing heart. The nervous excitement of [if (ischild) {[if (first time) {her first time|her inexperience}]|a child}] is something you [if (ischild and virgin) {know well|could never forget}], and--

Her eyes catch yours, and none of that earlier innocence remains. Their [if (ischild) {former}] sparkle [if (not ischild) {of youth}] has faded to deep, dark lust, and her demonic hunger threatens to break free with every shaky breath. [if (low corruption) {Maybe that's what you want, and|The thought thrills you, and maybe}] that's why you close the distance, losing yourself in the sweetness of her lips.

Moments later, Telly's hand [if (hasbreasts) {cups one of your breasts|presses against your chest}], massaging your nipple until your moans vanish into the silence of her mouth. All you can do is sink into the kiss as she lavishes you with attention, your mind fluttering with possibilities as soon as her fingers slide down across your [if (high tone) {rippling|[if (low tone) {plush|}]}] stomach. As much as you hate to break away from her soft, gentle lips, the wordless promise of her touch leaves you [if (hasplainskin) {flushed|hot}] and trembling with need.

Despite your own urgency, she blazes a trail of kisses down your neck, each one lingering longer than the last. Your pulse pounds against the warmth of her tongue, and a quiet, subtle pause lets you know she's found the undeniable extent of your desire for [if (ischild) {her|this little girl}]. It's a little [if (low corruption) {embarrassing|exhilarating}] knowing she's managed to get you so worked up, but all that is lost to the breathless moment her lips trace down your [chest].

Telly glances up, lips pursed, barely a breath's width from [if (more than two nipples) {one of }]your other nipple[s], and she eagerly obeys as you guide her lower and let yourself slip into the blissful heat of her mouth. It's almost natural to pull her in [if (not ischild) {like she were your own child}] as you run your fingers up her [if (undressed) {naked}] back and bury them in her hair. [if (lactating) {A sigh escapes you as your milk starts to flow, and she only latches on tighter as the first drop hits her tongue. None of it goes to waste,|Though you have nothing to give, she doesn't let up, her gentle suckles continuing}] even as her hand dips down to rest right above your [clit].

That little thrust of your hips tells her all she needs to know, and you can't hold back a whimper when she touches you at last. Each circle of her finger makes you grit your teeth as warm, foggy pleasure creeps across your mind and settles deep in your gut. Ever since you first saw [if (ischild) {Telly|that cute little girl}] you couldn't stop thinking about her, and now it seems so unreal to peek down at the sight of her [if (hasbreasts) {wrapped around one of your breasts|flush against your chest}] with her hand between your thighs.

One of those fingers presses lightly against your entrance, her gentle touch a teasing promise of what's to come. Your body clings tighter around her as she first slips inside, but she doesn't go deeper, merely remaining still and stroking your [skindesc] until you relax enough for her to ease her way inside. A blast of cool air rushes across your abandoned nipple when her mouth pulls away, but you barely have time to miss her warmth before she fills you further, curling up into you until your [if (hasclaws) {claws dig into|nails scrape against} the counter. Not about to be outdone, you reach down and slide a shaky hand [if (undressed) {between her legs|under her skirt}], delighting in the feel of her smooth skin. She buries herself in your depths even as you trace up her thighs, her [if (not ischild) {tiny}] body trembling as you brush against her [if (say nothing) {fabric-covered}] lips.

The heat pouring off her is enough to rival your own, and Telly's thrusts falter as soon as you [if (say nothing) {push aside her panties and}] press into her needy clit. The faster you rub, the more she whimpers, and you fear she might collapse onto your chest when you glide along her folds, teasing her for only a moment before you sink three fingers inside. Despite her [if (ischild) {size|age}], she takes them eagerly, a satisfying groan escaping her lips as you fill her completely. Her arousal trickles down your hand as you slowly slide back out, her walls trying to keep you from leaving the entire time.

As much as you want to plunge back into her depths, you settle for trailing your slick [claws] against her thigh, with only an errant, not-at-all accidental brush against her clit to shake her out of her daze. Her confusion shifts to a brilliant blush as you wiggle beneath her, Telly no doubt realizing she's left you untouched.

[say: I think you'll like this better, [miss].] [if (undressed) {Her other hand holds that stone from before, and it rests smooth and firm against your [clit] when she sets it down|Though you can't see what she's doing beneath her skirt, you couldn't miss the feel of something smooth and firm against your [clit]}].

Her lips trace out those strange syllables once more, and hot, heavenly bliss floods all your senses. It feels like your body is too tight to even breathe as her fingers press upwards, and you can barely hear your own cries over the constant hum. Not wanting to leave Telly behind, you fumble your trembling hand up to her as she grinds into your palm, slick against your [skindesc]. Hardly a moment later, shuddering warmth rips through you, every shake of that stone making your nerves blaze even brighter.

All you can do is toss your head back as pleasure crashes over you, your [vagina] clenching desperately around her fingers as everything fades out of focus. Telly's own cries seem muffled in the distance as she rocks against your hand, the [if (ischild) {exhausted|little}] girl soon slumping onto your chest in a sweaty, flushed mess. Neither of you can find the strength to move as you wrap your arms around each other, and you can only sigh with relief when the magic finally runs out and the stone slips off your sensitive [skinshort].

Your eyes drift shut as you nestle Telly into your embrace, the relaxing rhythm of her gentle breathing lulling you away.

[say: I hope you enjoyed yourself,] comes a familiar, deeper voice, and you crack open your eyes to find Ceraph standing over you with Telly nowhere to be found. [say: Just say the word if you need [if (ischild) {someone your own size|to feel young}] again, [Master].]

You're really not sure if you can manage to get up yet, so you settle for [if (low corruption) {thanking her|nodding}] as she leaves, before [if (singleleg) {getting your bearings|stumbling to your feet}][if (isnaked) {, dressing yourself,}] and making your way back to camp.