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This Mess We're In The city sun sets over me...

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Dancing Barefoot She, intoxicated by Thee; She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with She

There is indeed a celebration going on in South City as this is the month of Feabhra. Where it was daylight when you left the Main Temple, now that you have reached the city the only lights are colorful paper lanterns strung up across smooth stone roads. The warmth of the daytime has cooled, so it might be smart to snuggle up with someone in one of the city’s various gazebos – each of them has a swing made for two (or three if you snuggle close enough.)

Harps, flutes, guitars and drums play lively music for everyone to dance to in the city square where garlands of brightly colored and white flowers hang for people to do with as they will. A stately woman dressed in black and wearing a brooch with the face of Ceannasach stands off to the side, her dark hair pulled back in a chignon. Whispers circulate, getting to you and informing you that this woman is E’ara Fraoch, owner of the most successful brothel in South City, and she is paying 50 gold pieces to the best dancers and 100 more if they will come work for her at Where The Wild Roses Grow, her establishment.

I Feel You I feel you, your precious soul, and I am whole

Food and drink is plentiful at this celebration and some of it is even free! The vendors believe that this is a good promotion for their stores during the rest of the year. They wheel their carts about, humming jaunty tunes and offering delicious things to you, the new arrivals, and everyone else in the city.
There is a man named Sam wheeling his cart of beverages and chocolate dipped waffles through town. If you catch him, he’ll probably suggest you order the alcoholic drink The Spirit of Feabhra. This drink does not come without side effects. It tastes like a fancy gin cocktail, sparkling and sweet with the flavor of berries and mint hitting your tongue, but the moment you get close to someone you actually have feelings for, you start to feel it… Them. Their thoughts, their emotions, their dreams… It’s as if they have melted into you.

Is This Desire? Is this desire; Enough, enough; To lift us higher; To lift above?

You have been told repeatedly throughout the night by smiling (creepy) faces not to wander out of the city limits into the wilderness, but now that you are here you just don’t get it. Lichens and fungi light up the night with a soft glow from the tree trunks, seemingly drawing you in.

In the forest, the music fades and the chittering of small animals creates a different tune. You don’t seem to be in danger. You might come across the healthiest, most beautiful apple tree you’ve ever seen. It is completely free of pests and only the dew clings to the apples’ shiny surface.

Should you pick one for yourself, you will feel a strange compulsion to bite it. Go on. Do it. If and when you have, you will find yourself incredibly aroused, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to orgasm – another must do it. If you didn’t bite the apple, maybe you gave it to someone else. In that case they will be unstoppably attracted to you with arousal to match. If you chose to plant it near your home, a tree like the one it came from will grow there and you will ICly receive a special reward.

Dead of Night When delirious fun; Has seriously begun; You'll be down on your knees; You'll be begging us please

Now you’ve done it. You’ve wandered into the woods without a spiritual guide from the temple. Now the vættir have been awoken and they are ready to fuck shit up… Sort of. Right now, these spirits kind of only want to ruin this party, but who knows what they’ll do later?

A low-lying cloud of black smoke crawls down the hills from the forest to the city until it covers the smooth stone roads and reaches up into everyone who is either of weak constitution or just simply tired and possesses them. It doesn’t take total control, but rather influences them, and causes them to destroy decorations, vendor carts, and do wild things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. Basically, these spirits want to cut through the façade and see you party like a rock star.

The only way to exorcise one of the vættir from a friend or loved one is to call on the deity of light – Cuiristeach. They accept demonstrations of service as the highest form of prayer, so get on your knees for your friend and get this done!

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( Rhaenyra is impossibly wet and when Jon presses at her with two of his fingers, they glide in so easily there's barely any resistance at all. He moves them slowly, crooking them a bit, and keeps his lips fixed against her so she can have the sensation of both at the same time. In his experience, this makes women find their pleasure quickly, and he enjoys hearing Rhaenyra's little noises already and knows he'll like to hear her when she finishes.

He doesn't want it to last forever, no, but he wants it to last long enough that Rhaenyra doesn't feel cheated by him. Of course, women can go more than once and far more quickly, but it isn't the same when finishing gets stopped short when it could be stretched out longer and longer. He wishes they were of one mind so he could tell her to tug his hair harder, to press her hips upward against his face. He wants her to use him for what she needs right now because he feels like giving. )

[He might have to hold at her hips a little more firmly, but his fingers slipping into her wet heat makes her moan again. This is exactly what she wished to feel, and he's finally giving her the pleasure she's been craving. It's even better with his tongue lapping at her clit, tasting how sweet she was for him already.

This young and this eager, it doesn't take much for Rhaenyra, but she's enjoying what he's giving to her. They aren't linked, but she's desperate for more, too feel that climb towards her orgasm. Her fingers do scrunch into his hair, and her hips are already going wild, unable to help the way she grinds into his face. She doesn't know that he's getting off on this, too, but there is something she finds pleasurable in knowing that she's getting her own from this, feeling that heat grow in the pit of her belly.

He really just needs to do something to give her that one final push, to blow her mind in some capacity. It feels too good to have his fingers filling her, curling into her and pressing against another spot deep within. His mouth adds to that pleasure, and it's clear she's unraveling quickly.]

( Jon moves his fingers just a bit faster and keeps the pressure up against her with his tongue so she doesn't slip from the precipice of pleasure and lose everything he's been building toward. He's been working toward this for several minutes now and he wants it almost as much as he imagines she does. More, possibly, because he knows how good it is to feel someone fall apart beneath his mouth and hands.

Men who do not wish to do this are idiots, honestly, and Jon will take that to his grave. There is so much more to do with a woman than put his cock in her, so much more, and he wants to show Rhaenyra all those possibilities. )

[She's all but writhing against him and the bed. She's orgasmed before, had no issues with that, but this is different. It's almost too overwhelming, but in the best way possible. And Rhaenyra is not shy about the noises she's making either, the room now filling with her little gasps and moans for him.

Her sole focus is on that warmth in her belly, slowly filling through her body. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch, and it electrifies her whole body. It's only a couple mere swipes against her clit, and her hips snap down into the bed, legs now tight around his head.]

Jon, I'm-- [The words don't even get to finish coming out before that heat takes over her entire body, washing over her. Her mouth falls open, and she leans into just how good it feels to come on his tongue, just as good as if he was filling her with his cock now instead.]

( Jon stays for a few moments just to make sure he doesn't cut her pleasure short and then he draws his fingers away and smacks a messy kiss on her left thigh before lifting his head to look at her. He knows he's smiling and it might be a little smug but he enjoys doing this and he thinks his enjoyment of it makes it good for the women he's been with. )

Do you see why it's one of my favorite things to do now?

[She lays back on the bed, her head still swirling from the high of her orgasm. It has indeed felt really good and totally worth the wait. She's all smiles as she looks up at the ceiling, momentarily content with how good and how fun that was.]

I think we are going to have a good time here. [She's already appreciative of the lack of judgment, that he wants to do this with her. Sitting up, she gently touches at his arm.]

Do women do the same then? With their mouths? [She's not sure if he wants her to reciprocate. She's certainly not against it, but she won't be as good as he was. Still she wants to make sure he's feeling as good as she is right now.]

Well, they can if they want to. I'm not going to say no to you if you want to try and figure it out. I'll probably say yes very enthusiastically.

( It gets a laugh out of him, a good laugh, and it feels good to have his emotions unfettered and away from all the guilt he has been carrying of late. These hours with Rhaenyra have been spent in fun and he'd like to keep spending them that way for as long as she wishes to have him. )

[She moves to crawl closer to him on the bed. She's intrigued and having a good time of this herself. There's no expectations, and she feels lighter for it. It probably helps that this is what they're supposed to be doing here, and Rhaenyra is eager to do more. With Jon in particular.

She curls into his body, hands sweeping back up his chest. She can feel his muscles, the way the skin has healed over scars. She still feels for him, but if anything she wants him to feel good, too, to give him back something he's given her.]

I want to learn your body in the same way you know mine, [She said kissing him again, not realizing that she might taste herself on his lips still.]

Aye, well, men are much easier to please than women. You might need a lot less time to learn my body than I need to learn yours. I want to see what you learn, though. I think it'll be a good time for the both of us.

( Jon wants to spend as much time in bed with Rhaenyra as he can afford to if only because they have little ties that twine them together - Westeros. Targaryens. Dragonriders. He doubts there will be anyone else here that can be those things to him the way she can. )

Ah, that makes sense. Sometimes all I would have to do is touch Criston. [She smiles a little playfully, mentioning her previous lover by name. She doesn't know he's betrayed her, yet, so there's still a fondness even if she knows he's upset that she turned down his marriage proposal.

As he talks though, she's already working. She kisses over his shoulder gently, silently agreeing that she thinks they would enjoy their time together. She already is, wet between her legs from her orgasm. Rhaenyra also likes the idea of just being naked around him, touching him and kissing over his chest. She wants to learn all the ways she can touch him to elicit those same reactions. Hands are already at his waist when she looks up, that mischievous Targaryen look in her eye.]

Do you want me to make sure you finish, too? Or do you still have plans of burying your cock inside me?

[She might also enjoy the freedom of speaking so dirtily to him as well. A good little princess would never.]

( Jon considers it for a moment. Both are good, in their own ways, but this is a first time with Rhaenyra and he thinks he wants to finish in her cunt and not in her mouth. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to say the word cunt to a lady of her stature, though, so he thinks he'll just talk around it in such a way that she'll know what he means. )

I don't want to finish in your mouth the first time.

( She has a mischievous glint in her eyes and he recognizes it. He almost wants to laugh, honestly, and he's never laughed this much abed with a woman. Is this what peace feels like? Is this what coming together for comfort feels like? )

But some other time? I'll finish in your mouth.

[She's kissing over his sternum, sliding down a little so she can take him in. He really is attractive, and she can see herself doing this more often with him, as often as he wishes to do it with her. Rhaenyra likes being able to get what she wants when she wants it. Her lips hum against his warm skin when he's the one to talk about finishing, and the thought makes her a little hungrier for him.]

Good. I want you to fill me. [She would have been fine with whatever he chose, but she still wants him to fuck her. If there's any last small clothes of his left on she'll tug them aside before her hand cups over his groin, checking to see how hard he's gotten for her now.]

I like the sound of that. Having you again and again. Letting you finish where you will. [She's ready to be in that part of her life where she can just simply enjoy sex, and she already is with him, so she can see them doing more and more together. Her hand strokes at him as she slides to lay flat on her belly. She places another kiss at his hip, looking up at him with her purple eyes.]

Seems this place wants us to do just that so we won't have any problems finding all the things we like, Rhaenyra. I trust you with me. Do you trust yourself with me? Because I would never hurt you.

( There is only one time he would hurt her and he doesn't think he would ever have to do it. He doesn't think there'd be a reason it would even come up here and Rhaenyra is not Daenerys. She hasn't had a hard life. She hasn't been used hard by those who killed her entire family. The circumstances of everything are completely different. He doesn't know why making this promise to Rhaenyra is important but it is. He needs to be a good man again. )

I only want you to feel good. I only want you to have what you want of me.

Why would you hurt me? [She looks up at him still, brows furrowed. She doesn't know where this is coming from suddenly. It just seems an odd thing to say when she's about to go down on him. It's clear he's wrestling with something, though not the act itself which she is happy about.]

I know. I want the same for you, too. That we can do this, and it be mutually beneficial. You deserve to feel good, too.

[Which is why his cock is in her hands, stroking over him. This part she already knows at least, the way to make him feel hard in her hands.]

I want all of you of course. Much like I am willing to give the same of myself if you wish it.

( Her hands feel good against him and Jon knows he needs to get some kind of explanation out but he doesn't know how he's going to with how good he feels. Gods, she's good at it, and he cannot believe that she'd asked him if people did this. She seems like she surely knows about it. Still, he finds his words. )

I just want to pro...tect you. That's all.

( And then he's quiet, just enjoying the feel of her touch while she enjoys sharing herself with him and he with her. This is going to be a good thing between them. He's sure of it. )

[She's had men say similar things. She's the princess after all, the future Queen, heir to the throne. She will take his words at face value, just because she's thinking of other things at the moment. She is flattered that he would already take that role with her here. She doesn't know how likely she will need it, but having someone to protect her is better than none.

For now she dips her head down, looking at his cock. He used his tongue on her, so she figures that is a good place to start. Letting it slide across his tip, eyes move back up to look at him again. She tastes his skin, the feel of it on the flat of her tongue. It is different, though she doesn't really know what she was expecting. She just wants to do this right. For him.]

( It feels good. Jon doesn't know how much skill one really needs to make this feel good as men are quite a bit more obvious in their arousal than women but even if it were more difficult for him to want, Rhaenyra would be good at it anyway. She's curious and unafraid of trying things and that makes it better than it could be; enthusiasm makes up for skill every time, he thinks.

He bites his lip to muffle a moan and then realizes that there is no one to hear them and stops muffling his cries. She hadn't muffled hers so why should he? No one cares that he's bedding a Targaryen princess here. They can simply enjoy one another. She makes a pretty sight with her silvery-blonde hair spilling over his lap and her lips and tongue wrapped around his cock. )

Rhaenyra, please.

( It's all he can manage to say aloud. )

[Rharnyra wants him to enjoy himself. That is the point of all of this, to let go and be able to intimately enjoy one another. She's never been one to be ashamed or hide parts of herself, so this is no different. She's eager and grinning when she looks up at him, knowing that the noises he's making means he is in fact enjoying himself now. She hums around him when she dips a little lower, taking more in his mouth.

It's all just experimentation on her end: how much she can fit in her mouth, what it tastes like, what it feels like going into her mouth. He seems to like that, so she repeats the motions, bobbing her silver head back on him with a little more intent this time. She's not entirely sure what to do with her stomach, keeping her mouth open a little wider to avoid her teeth. She is careful, but more than anything, she likes that he's reacting to it, feeling his cock stiffen further in her mouth.]

( Jon has to admit that she's good at it. He doesn't know that objective skill is something he's ever searched for because he cares more about the woman doing it than how good she is but Rhaenyra is damned good at sucking him off. It's enough for him to make another choked little noise and thread his fingers in her silver hair enough to push her down a bit. Not too much, that'd feel terrible, but just enough so she knows he's enjoying himself.

It's the first time he's been with anyone since Daenerys and he's glad that it's her. No one else would be able to understand him the way she can, not one person, and he's with the only person who can. It's the only reason he can lose himself in it and let himself get on the edge of coming. )

[She makes to actually start sucking, to do more with her mouth on him. She still isn't sure what all she's supposed to do, but he's liking it, and she wants to give him that. Eyes look up to watch as much as she can, eagerly taking more of his cock in her mouth. She figures if this is his response, she likes doing it.

She only decides to stop now though, because she wants him to finish inside of her. So she moves to crawl back into his lap to kiss him again, deeper again. Gods, she wants him in ways she's never wanted before. Hands move down his sides again, waiting for him to lay her back down again.]

( Jon doesn't think he would have had the strength to ask her to stop so when Rhaenyra decides to stop and pull her mouth away, he rolls her under him quickly and pulls her legs up so he can guide himself into her. It feels good and not just because he hasn't had a woman in a while - it feels good because it's her.

He lets himself settle for a moment before he begins to move and he looks at her face, wanting to know she likes it. )

If I need to do something different, tell me.

[He flips her over with such ease, and she can't help the little noise she emits. He has no problem moving her, and she leans back in the bed before he finds his way into her. Hands grip at his sides, curling a little into him as he finally gives her what she wants.]

--Jon. [He feels incredible, rocking into her. A whimper slips out, closing her eyes after a moment. She slides her hips against him, trying to get him that much deeper.]

( It always feels good, coming together like this, and he's glad that Rhaenyra seems to be taking as much pleasure in it as he is because if she hadn't, he'd do anything to change that for the better. He pulls her legs up higher over his hips and moves faster, pushing into her deeper than before. He doesn't know her other partners but he knows what feels good for him and he thinks it will feel good for her, too, as long as he watches her face and moves with her in the ways that bring her the most pleasure.

He takes pleasure in seeing her pleased, much more than he'd take from just feeling her warm around him. )

[Before Jon she's only had Criston, and while it was certainly nothing to complain about, this somehow feels more fun, carefree. It's exactly what she needs right now, especially in a place like this. She can feel the way he moves, and her body rocks with his. Hands run down his sides before holding onto him, trying to rock harder against him to take him all in each time.

Her head falls back, just taking it all in. It's more than clear that Rhaenyra is enjoying herself. There's a sense of ownership in her sexuality, a freedom she feels in being able to do this. She could absolutely get used to doing more of this with him.]

( Jon does feel free doing this and his only regret is that he cannot make it last forever. He can make it close, though, and he pushes into her harder the closer he gets and buries his face up against her neck so he might be able to speak to her even if his voice comes in low moans and pants rather than proper words. )

I'm so close, Rhaenyra. Do you feel it?