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TDM #1

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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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"To me? No one's been that suicidal. But I'm sure out there in dumb fuck boy land, some idiot has thought to try to see if it makes a sound or if it blows her up." She laughed, hand moving down to press a finger over his nose. "You'd be surprised at some of the stupid shit people do during sex."

"Now, that, I can believe. Men are pretty stupid," Bucky says and he has no problem making the generalization. "If they'd take a minute to slow down and listen, well, things would be a lot better. So, are you down or not?"

"I'm not the one going down this time," she quipped, grinning at him before she leaned up to flick her tongue over his lips, then finished it with a quick nip.

Bucky kisses her quickly before shifting a little so he can kiss her breasts instead. He intends to take his time with it even if Jessica seems like someone who doesn't necessarily look for that because he does and he wants to give it.

He loves her pale skin and he loves that it turns a little pink when he edges his teeth against the curve of one breast. He thinks it'll probably fade and not leave a mark considering she's as strong as he is but he can at least pretend it'll stay a while.

She's not used to soft and gentle, but there's still a part of her that wants it. That misses being not so hard and jaded. His lips move down and she feels the rasp of stubbled before his teeth nip at her and- oh. Yeah. That's... good. Her eyes close a bit as she slides her hand into his hair, gripping it and just holding there because she wants to. "That's not entirely terrible."

Not entirely terrible. Bucky has never had a compliment phrased quite that way but it also is perfectly Jessica. He makes his way down her belly, lingering on all the spots he wants to see are sensitive and when he gets to her hips, he spans them with his hands before kissing each one in turn.

The mix in sensations is what's making it so interesting for her. The warm press of his lips, his tongue, that wet flick of it. Then the grip of one warm hand and one cooler, firmer one. She knows that hand is dangerous, even to her. He could grip her hip in it and crush her pelvis, just like with most normal men, she could break their neck if they slipped their head between her thighs. That was another reason she'd turned down things like that. She was too scared of what she might do if she wound up enjoying it too much.

But Bucky? That grip told her he could handle her. And that kiss had her tipping her head back with a sigh.

He can more than handle her, he thinks, and when he shifts to put her legs over his shoulders he looks up for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'm not using the left down here. I'm not an idiot."

"My vagina thanks you for taking the care in not breaking it." She grinned, wriggling a bit in anticipation as he seemed to get himself settled.

Bucky thinks about giving her a sharp reply but he decides, instead, to part her with his right thumb and drag his tongue against her slowly. She's a little wet, yeah, but not nearly enough for his liking. Not enough to come, which is his goal down here.

She's almost expecting a comeback, and when one doesn't come and she feels his thumb against her instead, she closes her eyes and bites her lip. Then his tongue and... shit. She'd almost forgotten how good this could feel.

That sensation shut her up, which was something Bucky should be proud of.

Bucky thinks shutting a woman up mid-sentence is a good indicator of skill and if it isn't, well, he's gotten good at lying to himself over the years and he can lie to himself about this too.

He doesn't focus in on any one place just yet, just tries to keep his lips and tongue soft as he searches out all of the places that Jessica might like. She's already proven she'll let him know when he's hitting the right place so when he gets there, he'll know it.

She definitely lets him know, with groans and jerks of her hips, even a tug on his hair to guide him where she likes it best. There was no question that she was enjoying herself, her body fighting not to move to let her fuck herself against his face like she wanted.

Bucky likes the direction. He has experience doing this, lots of it, but every woman is different and he wants to find the best places for Jessica. There is a lot of trust in this, as she'd said, and he doesn't want to be shit at it.

Instead, he follows her lead and moves his tongue faster against the places she's told him she likes and he grips her hips harder.

Her breath quickens, that pleasure like quicksilver blazing up through her. Her toes are flexing, curling, hips grinding against his face was his tongue does things that she'd forgotten she liked. Goddammit. A moan left her, her lip bitten as she felt her body jerk up against him. "Shit, shit," she hissed, breath catching in her throat as pleasure started to crest.

Bucky thinks that's a pretty good sign, all told, so he doesn't move his mouth from where it is and just tries to keep everything the same. He knows from experience that nobody (unless they're into that sort of thing) wants you to change the shit that works right when they're about to come and he's not about to do it to Jessica.

And this is why she's going to wind up coming back to him if she finds herself stuck here in the land of horny apples and magical bullshit.

That crest was met and she felt her hips lift up, careful not to tense her knees too tightly. He might be as strong as her, but she didn't want to test if she could break his neck by accident.

Jessica is strong, yeah, but Bucky knows how to get out of the way if he needs to and he feels safe enough right now to stay right where he is. When she comes back down, he's still between her legs and he grins up at her.

"See? I might be old but I know what I'm doing."

"Is this where I make a comment about you being a good old dog that learned some new tricks?" She slid her hand through his hair, tugging at him to indicate he needed to get back up properly on the bed instead of hovering around her crotch.

Bucky shifts to move up alongside her and nods. "Yeah, this is where you talk about me being a good dog that learned new tricks or whatever the fuck metaphor you feel like using for the moment. Men like praise."

Maybe it was the lingering taste of the apple from his kiss, maybe it was being here, she had no real idea. But Jessica sat up in bed while he laid out beside her, then looked down at the limp cock resting against his groin. "Good dog."

Then she patted the head of it before laying back on the bed. She was fighting back a laugh.

"I hate you. If I wasn't so tired I would come up with something better than that but I really, really hate you."

The whole situation is fucking ridiculous, honestly, so what's one more ridiculous thing? He can at least think now, though.

"This place is messed up, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." She slumped back on the bed, smiling to herself. Looking up at a ceiling that reminded her of something she'd see in an old medieval movie, she glanced back over at him. "In more ways than one. And we're stuck here. This could suck a lot more, you know."

"It could," he agrees. "But as someone who didn't have control of his body for a long time, I could do without having my hormones fucking with me."

"I'm not disagreeing with you on that." The control and loss of it aspect was what was going to be the hardest for her to manage. Having to handle being a plaything again. At the whim of someone else. A shudder of revulsion went through her.

"I really don't want to do something I don't actually want to do. Or someone." Been there, done that, thank you.