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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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( 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?

Yes, [Her voice comes out as a part whine, part huff. She can feel how hard he is, unrelenting in his movements now. He still has a rhythm, but she works to tighten her walls around him, so that he can really feel her. She wants to be as close to him as she can right now when she knows soon he's going to spill into her.]

Finish for me, Jon, [She says, sure of herself as she can hear the way her lap slaps against his.] Finish in me.

[It's a command she should not be giving, but does all the same.]

( It's a command he doesn't mind taking. Jon doesn't think of himself as a particularly meek man in most things but in this moment, it feels good to be told that he can let go of everything he's holding back and be free of it. Rhaenyra seems to understand that about him and he's glad of it. So when she asks him to finish, he does, and when he's done he nuzzles against her neck. )

Thank you. For understanding me. No one else can do that.

[She's just trying to catch her breath from moving with him. Rhaenyra isn't expecting another orgasm so soon, but just being with him like this, being intimate in this way is genuinely good for her since he already saw to her pleasure. The princess is just glad to be able to do this and be this for him right now.

One hand slides up into his hair as he presses his face into her neck. She holds him, wrapping her arms around him. He needs this. She can instinctually feel that about him. Jon needed this connection to someone else, someone from his bloodline. Rhaenyra has no questions or guilt about it. Maybe she should have, but with how her relationship with Daemon is seen as abnormal, she never cared. In that way Jon is sort of her connection to him, though Jon is absolutely nothing like her uncle-- probably for the better.]

You needn't thank me. I am here for you. For as long as I shall have my breath in this land.

( Jon has barely had time to wrap his mind around being a Targaryen, not a Stark, and Rhaenyra is the first person who can accept him for it. He thinks Daenerys would have seen it as a threat to her throne even though he didn't want it and never did and he never quite got the courage to tell her anyway; if she knew, she didn't know by his lips. He never would have wanted it to come between them.

With Rhaenyra, it makes them stronger. It's like he's found something in himself he never knew he had and he can share it here in the open without worrying about being killed for it. It's a good feeling. So is being cradled by her right now. )

Aye, and I am here for you. I know I don't need to pledge a sword or anything but I would, if I had to. You're the first person to know it and accept it. Who I am? It feels good.

[Fingers lace into his hair and brush some of the strands out of his face. It gives her a better view of his eyes. She could honestly lay like this for as long as he wanted, still buried in her and laying with her like this. It's just better somehow, and she's appreciative of it, being able to have this at all.]

It does feel good. [She wriggles under him, teasing a little.] But I am glad I could give you this. You've given me something, too. A man who does not judge what I want.

[Daemon didn't either. If anything he fueled it, but him and Jon seem to be the rare type of men in their world.]

How could I judge you for something that feels good? There's nothing wrong with pleasure. Of course, a man shouldn't be fathering a bastard on a woman, there's wrong in that, but there's ways to avoid that too.

( Jon enjoys the soft feel of her under him for a moment longer before rolling away onto his back. He opens his arms for her, though, wanting to cradle her against his chest. )

I was raised a bastard. The woman and the child shouldn't take the blame for something the man enjoyed too.

Perhaps it is the way we judge them. Bastards, women, all of it. [She knows the implications of what having a bastard can mean, though she doesn't know what it will come to mean for her in the future. Right now she knows she needs to produce heirs, and likely soon after her wedding.]

You aren't really a Snow. But an illegitimate son can cause questions about heirs, loyalties being split. Those are something I am well versed in already. [Alicent's children already have supporters. Some people want Aegon to sit the throne instead of her. She also doesn't know about the Blackfrye Rebellion, but it would further her point.]

Yes, I know. Moon tea. [She bristles just a little at her memory of it. It was needed, but it was her father who sent it and not for reasons that were legitimate, because he didn't believe her.]

I wouldn't dishonor you anyway. I'm a Stark as much as I'm a Targaryen and Starks are rather stubborn about honor, even when it gets them killed. That said, I don't think being together is dishonorable. It's enjoyable and we should enjoy it with one another.

( Jon strokes her hair softly, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers. So like Daenerys and unlike at the same time. )

I don't intend to feel guilty about it.

You mean you don’t think you’ve sullied me? [She crinkles her nose up at him as she moves to roll onto his chest, getting comfortable in a bed that is now hers.]

I do not want you to feel guilty. I want you to enjoy me, my company and my body. Even if it wasn’t somehow important to do so here.

Hardly sullied you. You sullied me, if anything. ( Jon laughs at that, though, the idea of him being sullied by someone so fine as Rhaenyra Targaryen. )

We will enjoy being with one another and without guilt. There is no shame in taking what you want. Not here and not at home.

Oh, if I was sullying you, you would know. [She laughs, comfortably laying on him as she presses her chin on his chest. This is nice. It's what she's really wanted with someone. It's comfortable and not too intense.]

Well-- maybe there is more we can do together then.

There is more but we don't have to cram it all in one night. If you learned everything about me all at once you'd probably think I was boring immediately afterward.

( Jon loves the feel of her on his chest and he laughs softly, knowing she'll be able to feel it. )

Jon Targaryen, First of His Name, The Prince Who Was Boring.

I could never. [She hums a little, looking up at him. For as far as first nights go, well this couldn't have gone much better in her eyes. She feels content, happy even. She doesn't entirely know what this place will bring, and there is a part of her that does miss home, but the duty and pressure feels off of her.

It's nice just to be free. With him. She holds onto his side lightly, giving a small yawn. Perhaps he is right about waiting for more. She would happily go on, but she also kind of likes just being like this, too.]

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