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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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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."

"A hundred and six. Jesus. I'm surprised your dick isn't a raisin by now." Was she teasing? Yes, she was teasing. But his hand on hers was light and not groping, and hey, if he'd just had his dick in her, she could handle a little touching. "Besides, I'm planning on demanding a round two. You can show me your old man moves without that pressing need- if you can even get it up again."

Another dig, paired with a grin she turned her head to hide from him.

Bucky laughs again, louder this time and he shakes his head. "Woman, you're going to give me a complex. You know who I am, I don't need more things to go to therapy for."

Therapy sucks, actually, and Bucky thinks going to therapy for sex issues must be an exquisite kind of torture. No thanks. Jessica is just playing around, though, and he appreciates it. He doesn't laugh nearly enough.

"I'm a supersoldier. All the parts hold up, promise."

Jessica and he were on the same page with therapy sucking. "Therapy is for normal people with normal problems. Not issues of the enhanced variety where the dipshit on the chair thinks everything is a fucking euphemism." Yup, Jess was still mad about that.

She glanced over at him, then down along his body. Her hand lifted to trail along his chest and down to that dip in his hip, finger trailing little circles around it. "That so? You willing to make a bet about that?"

"Eh, I'm reasonably confident. I'll take the bet." The intense need of the apple has worn off so now her touch just feels pleasantly arousing and not like he's going to catch on fire. It's nice. He'd kind of sworn off intimacy for a while and while he's been intimate with her, he doesn't think Jessica is the type to pry into his heart looking for a way to fix him.

He doesn't even know how to fix him. He doesn't think a woman is going to do it.

"Older men have more experience, you know. Works to my advantage."

"Yeah? Somehow, I think you're experienced in the art of bullshittery." That grin was still there, and she moved to prop her head up on her other hand, giving her a little height advantage over him as she looked down at him.

Fixing him? Not on her itinerary. She was still plenty broken herself and was in no shape to try to piece someone else together. Tolerate was the best she could manage.

"You'd have hated me in 1943. I was all bullshit and no substance. I've grown up a little since then. Got some notches on my belt, got some trauma in my bags - changes a man."

Bucky is still smiling, though, and it feels okay to dance on top of what he is and what he's done without delving into it too much. It helps immensely that Jessica is from his world and already knows about him. He doesn't have to explain.

"That guy? Bullshit. Now? I've completely transcended it."

"No one 'transcends' bullshit. They just get better at dressing it up." She watched him talk, saw the way he brushed certain parts off as easy, even though she knew they weren't. Yeah, she knew about him, but only what she read. The Smithsonian with the Captain America display. The news when he'd made his resurgence. But given what the papers said about her and Kilgrave, she took all of that with a grain of salt.

"I think in 1943, I would have been a different person, too. The world wasn't what it is now. Lot of more fucked up, intimate trauma. Kind of sucks. I'll take glossing over all of that and teasing you into fucking me doggystyle in a bit."

"You're not going to have to sell me on it," Bucky says casually. "You're gorgeous and you aren't pitying me so that is more than attractive enough to me. I'm used to two things - pity and fear. You don't do either of them."

It's good though. It feels good to be with someone who isn't hung up on his past and just takes him as he comes and he's glad that if he had to fuck someone because of a goddamn apple, it was Jessica. She's no-nonsense and he has the sense she'd have his back in a fight.

"All of which is to say, yeah, I'll get you on your hands and knees later."

There was nothing to fear from him. Sure, he could probably kill her if he really wanted to, but so could anyone with a gun and good aim. Pity? What's to pity? Like her, he'd survived his bullshit. Nothing ticked her off more than someone trying to give her that look like she was something sad and fragile. Fuck that.

"Later as in five hours after you've had your guy nap, or..." She trailed her nails over the top of that patch of curls around his groin, reaching over to tease his other hip. That left her face close to his chest, and she leaned in and gave him a nip.

Bucky draws in a sharp little breath. "No, I do not need a five hour nap to get it up, Jessica."

She's doing a good enough job on her own and he has the stamina on a good day to get worked up again fairly quickly. Besides, it's just nice to have sex for once because god knows he's gone long enough without it.

"You really have fucked terrible people, haven't you? Five hours? Really?"

"Hey, I was being generous. Normally there isn't a round two. Just a shitty first round where I have to go have a shower and regret all my life choices. Then I make the same shitty choices with different people and wonder why my sex life sucks." Well, that was a little too much, but it was the truth.

To distract him from that, she leaned over and grazed her teeth over his nipple. "I figured super stamina meant you might only need a nap and not a full sleep."

Bucky wants to laugh but she grazes her teeth against his nipple and the laugh comes out as a strangled sort of sigh and he'd be embarrassed except that it'd felt good and he refuses to be embarrassed about feeling good. He'd been treated like shit for the most of his life and he deserves to have a good time.

"No, no naps," he murmurs. "Lot more stamina than I had before they pumped me full of that stuff, that's for sure. They didn't test this part of it, though. Thank God."

She could imagine what they might have used him for if they'd had that kind of control over him and wanted to. It reminded her too sharply of a certain other asshole, and she shivered as she moved to wriggle up and catch his lips with hers. He could have had it a lot worse, but it wasn't like what he'd had wasn't bad enough.

Mind control, brainwashing, puppet mastering... it sucked. And she knew it firsthand.

The kiss is a much better idea than skirting around his own issues because the last thing he wants is to be a sap and make this whole thing awkward. Kissing is much better. He threads his fingers in her hair and sucks at her lower lip, wanting to make it even more pouty than it had been before. It's a strange thing to do, to keep moving the goalposts, but he enjoys it.

Sex is something that isn't complicated and he needs a whole lot more of uncomplicated in his life. Maybe this place isn't the shithole he originally thought it was (or maybe it's sex talking).

It's definitely the sex talking, but that's okay. Jess is good with ignoring problems and real world issues with sex. Especially with someone who's actually able to withstand her letting go and can give as good as he gets. From what she's picked up on, there's more men with super enhancements than women, so it's less likely that even if he'd wanted to, that he'd be able to find one that matched up with him without there being some weird shenanigans involved.

Like being sucked into a weird world that happened to toss them in the same city together.

He sucked at her lip and she grinned, her hand moving up to rest on his chest before she drew back a bit. "Does it hurt?" She let her finger barely graze one of the scars there, not wanting to make it uncomfortable, but needing to know where she couldn't touch before doing it.