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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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[ He narrows his eyes slightly, that smirk teasing him. A series of images, ways he could replace that smirk with another expression, flashed through his mind but he forced himself to focus on her. Depending on what she said, those thoughts might have to remain fantasies. ]

As you wish, princess.

[ He smirks back and fully expects to get slapped for that one. But he shifts his grip, and swiftly carries her over to the convenient greenery. It's not roses, but turf is as rare as roses in most of Morlana's territory, so even this feels luxurious to him.

He pulls the scarf the rest of the way off of her head, and starts working at removing at least some of her layers. There's so damned many of them. ]

[There’s a scoffing noise in the back of her neck when he calls her that, and while she may have been more offended for it, Jyn also knows she isn’t the typical Outer Rim girl. Once in another life, she did live an entirely different way.

But more than anything, maybe he but needs to learn to take directions from her now. If her hands weren’t bared down while he moved her from against the wall to the aforementioned patch of grass, she might of thought about hitting him. Apparently though he can hold his own weight, and hers clearly.]

I think you’re trying to convince me not to now. [She lays back on the grass with that same smirk that caused a flutter of images in her head that she’s sure were more about his wants. It’s a strange sensation still, but it’s a present reminder of the clear effect he has on her. It’s like the ocean coming over her head, but instead of drowning or being unable to breathe, she finds new air. And despite that being a reason to try and push him away, it’s intoxicating and invigorating all at once.

So she lets him start to peel off the layers. First the scarf, then the vest gets discarded. There will be a pile of clothes, all things she wears. But once he’s starting to tug on her shirt, her own hands find that lip of skin where his own shirt dips just enough. She leans in quickly to kiss him, wanting to connect on that level with him again.]

[ At some point he will gain more mastery over controlling his thoughts so as not to reveal more than he's willing to. But it's still so new that he forgets it's happening. The heady rush of pleasure that she feels washes over him as well. This is strange, and once his mind clears he will find it troubling. But right now he's caught in the wave of it and surrenders.

Turns out it is ok to just enjoy something good. Sometimes. Don't want to get complacent. ]

I think you would have no trouble in making it clear if you wanted me to stop.

[ His breath catches in his throat when she tugs at his collar, and he finds her lips again, losing himself in her kiss. One hand buries in her hair as the other winds around her waist and holds her close as his hips roll against her. This is objectively better than the wall, though there is still far too many layers of fabric between them. He can feel the heat of her skin through her shirt and she can probably feel his erection as he bears down on her. His tongue sweeps against her lips. Despite how aroused he is, he refuses to rush. In his experience, such things don't tend to last. Better to savor them for as long as possible before they're gone. ]

[He's right. Jyn would have no problem making it known if this is not something she wants. For someone her size, she's capable of a lot of damage. However she has a habit of throwing herself entirely into something, be damned the consequences after. It might not be the best way to live, but she's survived this long. And sometimes she has to follow her gut more than anything else. That is precisely how they've gotten to this point.

Her mouth is too busy to give a response; otherwise she would. The kiss is deepened when she opens her mouth, wanting more already. The feeling is mutual on both ends, however this place is doing what it is doing. At least they both know that. The pace may not be as fast as it was against the wall, but like him, she knows how to savor something good when she stumbles upon it. Too much of her life has known loneliness and hardships.

The roll of his hips though, sends another huffed whimper out of her nose, not expecting to feel him quite as well as she suddenly does. There's something about feeling him, hard against the inside of her thigh up to the apex of her own legs. She's reminded of the clothing between the both of them, but more than that, she has this unexplainable want for him, something in him that just draws her to him. She arches her back as she tugs a little more fervently to get his shirt off. The smaller brunette still has the top layer, undershirt, and bra to get to. At least her pants are a little more straight forward to get to.]

[ Cassian never underestimates somebody based on their size. Yoda would be proud.

He plunges his tongue into her mouth, rumbling deep in his chest as she yields to him. With some effort, he drags his hands away from her to help yank his shirt off. The whimper sets his blood on fire. He wants to hear more of that. To take apart all the defensive layers she surrounds herself with and have her truly feel something with no barriers. ]

You wear too many clothes.

[ He keeps going, doggedly stripping her of yet another layer, his mouth finding whatever skin is exposed as he tastes her wrist, her collarbone, the curve of her hip. ]

[In comparison it's far easier to get him out of his clothes than it has been for her, but she does wear her clothes as another means to a barrier. Everything is for a reason. She can go undetected pretty easily simply by her manner and what she wears, but it is very much a barrier to keep people away. That's how she stays safe.

Hands drag up his chest, feeling the warmth and the way his muscles feel across his torso. She may only half be regretting all the layers, to be able to feel herself under him already. The thought alone is enticing enough, but when he almost scolds her for her clothes, she just squints a little. Of course she's not going to agree that he's right in this one instance.]

Some of us like to be warm and comfortable.

[But it leaves her in a very thin grey shirt underneath. She has to lift up her stomach and squirm a little to be able to get it up and over her head next, now nearly bared from the top up. At this point he has a lot more access to skin as his mouth starts to move over more of her body. There's another hitch of her breath, not realizing how good it could feel to have his mouth other places than on her own.]

[ His breath catches when she slides her palms over his chest, and he flexes because, well, gotta show off the goods. Her comment earns a soft, disbelieving laugh from him. ]

You're worried about being warm and comfortable right now?

[ He slides further down her body, dragging his lips over her stomach as his index finger hooks the waistband of her pants. He makes no move to pull them off yet, just drags his finger along the sensitive skin between her hip and navel. ]

If that's what you want, I could find you a nice fire and bundle you in blankets.

[ He looks up at her as his hand finally reaches her fly, his thumb sliding along the seam. ]

[She finds herself smiling despite herself. What he's offering seems almost domestic, something she's definitely not used to. Jyn takes a sharp breath in, only holding for a moment as he moves down her body. He shifts down lower on her, and his fingers just move over the seam, but it's enough pressure on her pelvis to make her breath hitch again.

Taking a slow exhale, she looks down at him in this position. Another smirk plays on her lips.]

And miss you like this? [Though for a moment it's not a bad thought to think about something nice like that. She shouldn't, but it's a pleasant thought, something she could never even think about back home.]

[ It is a warm and cozy thought, and Cassian is always cold so it's an appealing image. But not as appealing of the thought of her coming apart for him. ]

Maybe later, then.

[ He breathes against her skin as he unzips her fly an tugs her pants lower on her hips. Aftercare is important, or whatever. He slides his fingertips along her cleft. ]

Yeah, later. [She half agrees when he's already got her pants sliding down. She'd probably say almost anything in that moment, trying to get to the good part of this. Or what she assumes is the good part. Jyn can already feel how slick she's gotten just from him pressing against her, and that alone felt good.

She hums, pressing her lips together when he does finally touch her, leaning back in the grass under her. Her legs automatically part, trying to shimmy her pants down further to give them both some room, allowing her to stretch out under him to be as comfortable as possible on the ground. It also gives him more room to explore her, something she's a little impatient for.]

Good girl.

[ He murmurs low when she opens her legs to him. Again expecting her to object but doing it anyway just to mess with her. He parts her with his fingers and drags his tongue over her, moaning softly at the taste. His other hand curves under her backside, lifting her just a little to give him better access as he flicks his tongue, testing different sensations to see what gets the best reaction. ]

[Those two words send something down her spine. Part of her isn't really used to praise at all, but another part also wants to question him on it. It isn't really the time though, not when he moves forward and starts to explore her more fully. She's exposed to him now, and while there are certainly nerves working her up, the way he moves, spreading her before dipping down to taste her, it's hard to do anything at that point.

Her eyes flutter for a second before her breath hitches. Whatever she's expecting, it's not that. Hands ball at her sides until he starts to press his tongue over her. It's never the same sensation, but it does leave her breathing harder.]

Oh. [It's a soft sound she makes, looking up at the sky above them for a moment. She really doesn't know how she's gotten to this point, but he's made an excellent argument if this is the resolution.]

[ She can question him all she wants, he won't have much to say at the moment. He moans against her, his eyes lidding heavily as he slips a finger into her. He flicks his tongue against her clit and slowly works his finger inside of her as he watches her, wanting to hear more of those soft sounds, make them louder. Still too many clothes, but it'll do for now. ]

[If the sensation of his mouth on her isn't enough, it's not long before he's got a finger slipping inside of her. Another gasp, her body immediately tensing before she realizes how good it feels all at once. She lets out the air with another verbalized huff, still getting used to it. Hips slide forward, acutely knowing what to do and how to chase after this feeling some more.

Whatever he's doing, it's enough to get her to not argue, not even say anything in objection. It's pretty much a first for her, but she's willing to see where it goes if it feels this good already.]

[ He makes another, pleased sort of groan when she starts to move her hips. He slides another finger inside of her, pumping gently as he curls his fingers and searches for the right spot.

He swirls his tongue around her clit, and strokes her thigh with his free hand. His hips roll, trying to relief some of the arousal. ]

[The noise she makes when his second finger presses in is much louder, another soft whine as she closes her eyes and lets herself just feel this in the moment. He knows what he's doing, where he's touching, and her whole body suddenly jerks when his tongue swirls and catches her clit at just the right angle.

She can't help the curse that comes out of her, body already feeling overwhelmed by the new sensations she's feeling. It's so much more intense than what she had ever imagined.]

[ He hasn't forgotten what she said about the last person she got close to. And she seems young, so "years ago" she would have been even younger. So he backs off, downshifting but not quite coming to a stop.

He lifts his head and kisses her inner thigh softly, looking up at her in an attempt to get a better idea of where her head is at. His fingers move within her slowly, because if she wants him to get back to it that is exactly what he will do. ]

Do you like that?

[ He asks softly, turning his face and lightly brushing his whiskers against the sensitive skin. ]

[Her hips press in closer, trying to reach for more. It's easy to just get lost in how good this feels, taking it just as it is. It's been a long time since she's felt this comfortable and open with someone, almost five years. Jyn's really just starting to get into it, the way his face feels pressed to her sex, his fingers buried inside of her, filling her.

And then he pulls back, and her eyes snap open with a huff, wordlessly looking down at him like 'why did you stop?'.]

Yes, [Her voice is noticeably lower, almost out of breath.] I would let you know if I didn't.

[The way his facial hair tickles at her hair makes her blink. It's a tease. She's far too pushy to be teased unless that's what he's going for. She might murder him by the time he finishes her if that's the case.]

[ He keeps pumping his fingers, stroking that spot deep inside her and circling her clit with his thumb. ]

How much?

[ He asks, his voice low and gentle. His free hand slides up her body, caressing her. He lightly drags his teeth over her thigh. ]

[She inhales sharply again, blinking in order to try and keep her concentration on his words rather than letting herself just feel how good it felt. It's difficult enough though when his action gets either a jerk of her hips or something similar.]

A lot... [How is she supposed to answer that? Can't he tell? She tries to think of something more, but he's too damn distracting, and she moves to lay back again against the ground, feeling that pressure between her legs only growing. If he keeps up, she isn't going to be able to stop herself.]

[ He laughs softly, wondering if he'll be able to keep her on the edge for long, or if that's better saved for another time. He trails kisses back up her abdomen and to her neck, letting his beard drag over her skin and continue teasing her. He winds his free hand into her hair, gripping it lightly. ]

I want you to come for me before I fuck you.

[She already feels like he's toying with her, going, stopping, changing it up, going slower and softer, and now working over her body. It's a lot of sensations to process at once, and her body clearly is just trying to keep up. He moves up her, and her hips grind against his hand, soft noises chasing each breath she makes.

Jyn doesn't entirely realize how much she wants that until Cassian says exactly what he intends to do. It's a good thing she's already feeling that tight coil in her lower abdomen. She feels that sort of desperation, and her eyes close as arms move up his sides to keep him close, feeling the way he hovers over her.

It really doesn't take long at all, a few more good presses of his fingers inside of her. She can feel the way they curl. Her own fingers press into his sides a little more instantly before everything sort of tightens up around him. She's not even sure of the sound she makes when that heady sort of feeling washes over her, drenching his hand.]

[ He kisses her deeply when she comes, tasting her cries even as he groans low. He's so hard his cock strains against his pants. He needs to be inside of her, feel her tight, wet heat around him. He lets go of her hair and loosens his pants before kicking them off. He traces soft kisses along her jawline and neck. ]

You still want this?

[ He slips his hand from her and slicks his himself with her wetness. He guides one of her hands so she can feel him, get a better sense of his size. ]

[With her eyes jammed closed, feeling that wave wash over her body, she kisses him back a little lazily, like mustering that bit of extra movement is far beyond her capabilities at the moment. It just feels too good at the moment to care though, holding onto him tightly like he's the only thing in this galaxy. It takes a moment or two for her to catch her breath, feeling him press into her again.]

Yes, [She answers, just as assuredly. Nothing has changed in these moments between them save for her only wanting this more perhaps. The corner of her mouth twitches into a little smile as her hand wraps around his length once he's no longer confined. She's already felt him press his cock against her, but this is a little different, and she's able to bring him right against her, allowing him to feel just how slick and hot she feels between her legs.]

[ He thrusts into her slowly, the effort of holding back causing him to tremble slightly. He presses his forehead to hers and breathes hard as the feeling of her hot, wet core grips him. ]

Tell me how you want it.

[ His voice is low and rough with need. He grips her hips tight and sets a slow, deep rhythm. He breathes hard, holding back. ]