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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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Bucky can't help it but he laughs, a true laugh, and he doesn't think he's let himself be this unrestrained in...well, ever. Not since he's come back from being the Winter Soldier, anyway, but the idea of him being a needy little shit when he barely even allows himself the minimum standard of comfort necessary for civilized living is just laughable.

"I am not a needy little shit. I sleep on the fucking floor. A bed is for your sake, dame, not mine."

He appreciates the joke, the chance to let loose, and while he's still impossibly aroused at least he's having fun with it and when was the last time he ever had fun? 1943. It was 1943.

It was the smile that told her he'd taken it the way she'd meant it, and she finally got him to lift his arms so she could get his shirt off. Then she was tugging him towards the bed by the open front of his jeans. Both of them topless, but she still had a bra on. It was hard to miss the scars- impossible, but she didn't linger on them. She had a feeling that too many people did.

She slid her hands around to his ass when they hit the bed, moving to tug his jeans and underwear down, lifting her chin up in defiance as she kissed him. "Don't put yourself out for my sake. I'm not exactly a lady of means."

"Oh, well, I've always been known as a gentleman. You can't make me ruin my reputation, Jessica."

The banter is fun even if he's so hard he thinks he's going to pass out from it but being naked against the bed is a hell of an improvement from what he'd been when he'd first run into her. He reaches for her, wanting her on top of him. Even friction would be good at this point.

"You have any ideas about how we go about this?"

"Do you need a diagram on how to fuck? I'm pretty sure they did that back in the old man days." She'd gotten him undressed and had started in on her own jeans and boots. He was going to have to wait until she got fully undressed before joining him on the bed.

But... it was kind of a nice sight for her, him all sprawled out and achingly hard. Not for her, she wasn't stupid enough to think this didn't have a start somewhere else, but for her for now. That worked.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "Yeah, we had diagrams back in Ancient Rome so we knew where to stick it. Couldn't have gotten along without it. I was asking if you're a girl on top or if you like it another way. Might as well make it fun while we're at it."

Sure, it's forced arousal for him, but he still wants it to be a good time for the both of them and if she has a preferred way of going about it, he wants to give her what she wants. It's only fair. He watches as she undresses and it feels like time is going entirely too slowly; he knows it can't be but this arousal is unlike anything he's ever felt before.

"Ah, is that the gentlemanly bullshit you're rattling on about. Guess they don't do that in the modern day." She was teasing him, but her clothes were finally off, and she moved to climb onto the bed, straddling his hips. "Most of you seem to like being on bottom. I'm assuming laziness on your part."

"I am not lazy," Bucky says, cupping her hips in his hands and gripping them hard. He likes that he doesn't have to hold back and he absolutely does not intend to.

"You wanna be under me, we can do it. You want me to get you from behind, absolutely. I just need you - but I'm not gonna have you telling people I'm lazy in bed. Absolutely not true."

"Wait, wait. I watched drama class once. 'Oh, doth mine words offend the, great sirrah? I shall pluck out mine tongue and lash mine ass verily for it'." She slid her hands up along his arms when he reached for her hips, moving until she was leaning over him, hair a curtain between him and the world.

"Not gonna lie, though, I'm good with this or from behind. Always hits the right spots."

"The way this damn apple made me feel we're probably gonna get a chance for both," Bucky says, grinning at her. "And I'm pretty sure that's not how Othello goes but I'll give you a pass. You weren't there when it was written like I was."

He likes Jessica. She's quick to bite back, she's gorgeous, and she's not afraid to just jump into a situation and take what she wants. He can respect the hell out of that. Bucky rolls his hips under her.

"This way first, then."

"Shakespeare was full of shit." She felt that roll of his hips and moved to feel the way the head of his cock pressed, then glided against her sex. Not quite inside her, not yet, but he'd be able to feel that she was wet. "You've got some high hopes there for your turnaround time, buddy. Don't make me actually hope for a good time."

For a guy that had been splashed across papers like he had, he was surprisingly normal. But then again, she knew better than most to ignore what was in the papers. There was a deeper truth to it all, especially in regards to those of the enhanced variety. Besides, having been in something of a similar, yet shorter held situation as he had... she got it. "Now stop yacking and start fucking."

High hopes, possibly, but he's never been someone who couldn't last a while and he hopes this fucking apple doesn't change that. Jessica slides against him and he moans before guiding himself in. Harder might have been all right - she seems to be all right with being rougher - but he wants to last and thinks he should take the first part slow.

He doesn't let up on his hands, though, and rolls his hips under her to try and get the relief he so desperately needs. It's already better because there's the promise of release the way his hand hadn't even remotely given him and maybe this one will be hard and fast and he can take his time the next time. Yeah, he thinks there will be a next time.

He presses up and then there's that slow entrance and she bites her lip, hand bracing her up over him as she feels that stretch and moment of filling. A nip to his chin, then she's moving to sit up, to take him in further, seating herself entirely. Oh, christ. She missed that feeling. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her hips grinding in a slow circle as she took him in, felt herself get used to that welcome intrusion.

Then she opened them and looked down at him. "I don't need you to be gentle."

"Good, because I don't wanna be gentle."

Bucky digs his fingertips in harder then, wanting to bruise her skin, and while it might not be possible since she is apparently the same as him he thinks it's worth the attempt. When he thrusts up into her, it isn't hesitant, and he looks at her face as she does.

"Do whatever you want. I need the fuck out of you right now."

It was that jerk upward of his hips that had a sound of pure pleasure leaving her. She lifted up and came back down on him, hard, rocking as she did so that most of his cock rubbed against all the places she wanted him to.

His grip could bruise her. Might even manage it. But like with him, they never lasted long. "Good." And after that, she started to rise and fall quickly, riding him with that sight towards needing a release of her own as much as whatever he was angling for.

Bucky exhales sharply when she rocks against him in a way that he feels everything and he slides his right hand over so he can press his thumb against her clit. Maybe she doesn't need that and can get it just from riding him but he thinks it's only fair she get something out of this too.

Besides. It feels damn good when a woman comes around him and he's selfish enough to want that feeling. He knows his thrusts are sloppy because he's been worked up for what feels like an eternity but he also knows that once he's gotten this out of his system he can do it the right way and take his time, too.

Jessica wouldn't have written herself as a 'needy' lover. She just wanted someone that could last more than two minutes and actually thought about her during it instead of treating her like a warm fleshlight.

His thumb at her clit was already a good start, and she moves her hand down to cover it, just wanting to feel the way his fingers were moving from more than one angle as she felt that zing of heat and pleasure. Well... if he kept that up, she was actually going to come, and wasn't that a surprise in and of itself. Her head fell back as she lifted and fell, hips grinding and circling around as that heat bloomed. "Keep doing that," she whispered, not wanting him to cease with the additional sensation because it was doing it for her.

Bucky exhales softly and keeps moving his hand the way she'd guided him to do. There's no point in fucking with a good thing, after all, and at least Jessica was one of those women who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. He likes that there's no guessing games.

"Want you to come before me," he gasps out. He thinks that he's probably talking too much but it had been fun trading barbs with her as foreplay and again, he likes someone who can keep up with him in more ways than one. He thinks this isn't going to be a one time thing, either, and he'll be paying Jessica more visits for as long as they're stuck in this place.

He jerks his hips up, hard, and hopes it feels as good for her as it does for him.

That jerk upward had her making another sound of pure need, and she dropped her head down to look at him and that smugly proud expression on his face. He really was pretty. She reached for his left hand, bringing it up to her breast. "You want that, huh? Well, keep doing that and your weird little fetish dreams might come true." Because it was clearly out of the norm for a guy to want the girl to come first, right? Right.

This wasn't clearly just Jessica realizing she was picking the wrong guys in her life to fuck. Nope. Bucky was the weird one.

Fetish dreams? Bucky thinks it's pretty normal to want a woman to enjoy herself in bed and he likes to be the cause of that every single time. It's no fun if only one of them is having a good time. He thinks about tossing something back to her about it, something about how clearly the men of today weren't reading the manuals they had in the 40s but he doesn't because she's pulled his hand up to her breast and he doesn't know what to do with it.

Jessica is the only woman who can do this and he not worry about hurting her. He's never used this hand during sex, not really, and the invitation to use it has him wired up even more than he was to begin with. He can't feel anything but that doesn't mean she cant and he squeezes gently while keeping up the movement of his right hand.

"You close at all? Because I'm gonna win this one."

Her cheeks were flushed, the pink spreading down to her chest as she felt that tingling pleasure move from where his hand was on her breast down to the flicking against her clit and then the deeper thrusts inside her. She didn't think she'd had someone pay this much attention to her during sex since... well. Ever.

She kept the grinding going, the pleasure cresting up through her as she watched him through eyes gone glassy. "Just a bit..." Just a bit more. Just a little bit and she'd find herself at the top of that peak she so rarely saw.

God, if he kept it up like this, she was going to do something stupid like actually like him and possibly think about having sex with him again. Not just this time, because the whole session only counted as once, but... well. She had no idea how long she'd be stuck here and if sex was going to be a regular occurrence, she could do worse than having someone who actively tried to get her off even when he was tripping on horny balls.

Hearing that breathy little "just a bit" is enough to make him more determined and Bucky presses a little harder between her legs in an attempt to get her there. If it's too much, he'll back off, but he thinks she's close enough that she might need more stimulation to get there.

Maybe he's out of his mind with the need to come but he's not so bad off that he doesn't want the girl he's with to suffer for it and she makes a pretty picture, glassy eyes and soft blush. He definitely thinks he'll be finding her again, even if it's just to buy her a drink, and maybe if she's up for it they'll wind up in bed again.

A drink is often the best way to get her in bed. So is being a mouthy shit. Jessica has weird standards. But he's actively working to get her there and he's not being weird about it by saying gross sappy stuff, so it makes it easier for her to just let go.

She bites her lip, feeling that coiling pressure and then- "Fuck!"

Her body clenches around his, her muscles fluttering, her hips jerking as she comes. She's almost surprised by it. Both by how quickly it had happened and that it happened at all. Super dick was clearly the superior dick.

God, it feels so good and not only has it been a long time for him, he's losing his mind because of that fucking apple so he holds on as long as he can so she can finish and then he grips her hips hard and thrusts up into her one last time, finally letting it go.

He feels like he's run a goddamn marathon even if it was probably more like a sprint. Still, he feels good about it. Jessica got something out of it and he feels less like he used her; casual sex is fine but he doesn't want to be an asshole, either.

"That was probably the best fuck of my life. I should maybe...eat one of those again for a good time. Some other day."

"Not sure how I feel about that. I think I'm going to have to fuck you apple-free and see if that holds up." She looked down at him, resting a bit, hands braced on his lower chest and finally coming down from that high she'd been thrust up into.

Then she moves to slide down to lay beside him, feeling him slip out of her and there's that weird sense of loss from that before she finds a spot to fit into beside him on the bed. "But I'm good with being part of a good fuck. Better than a bad one."

Bucky laughs softly and when she fits beside him, he reaches out with his hand to touch hers. It isn't a relationship where they have feelings for one another, no, but he also isn't the kind of guy who is just gonna leave a woman in bed immediately after fucking her either. He likes a little pillow talk. Maybe that's an old-fashioned thing too.

"Well, then, dial me up and we'll have fruit-free sex and you can see if the old man holds up without aphrodisiacs. I might be 106 but I can get it up with no help, I promise you. I might even bring you flowers next time."