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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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"Doll was usually my poison of choice but if you wanna be a dame, I'm happy to do it. Do I really clock myself as old as I am? I gotta work on that."

That makes him smile, truly smile, and it's nice that he doesn't have to think about how he speaks and keeping himself to the plainest, most generic accent and the most generic words. The Winter Soldier was flat and blank. Before the war, Bucky was nothing but Brooklyn bravado and a crooked smile. The Bucky of now is some tangled up mess of the two of them and at least Jessica doesn't seem to mind it.

He realizes she's grabbed his left hand and not his right and once they're in a room, he lifts it and wiggles his fingers. "You should know I don't have two hands. Well, I do, but one of them is a little cold and mechanical. It's not going to be a problem, is it?"

She kicks the door shut behind them, then looks down at his arm. She tips her head and tries to figure out the best way to come back on that. She opts for grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up against the wall. Way up. "You should know that I know who you are and I don't really care about a missing arm. You also don't need to be so careful with me." Which was what had drawn her to him in the first place. That she could let go.

Sex had been... complicated for her. She'd gotten her abilities young, well before the exploring age. She'd gone into her first time terrified she was going to break him. She broke everything else around her, so why not a guy? There'd been a few missteps in her lifetime, a broken pelvis once, a broken arm another time. She'd had to learn to hold back, and that's probably why most of the time, sex had been so... tepid. She could never really focus on an orgasm or the pleasure of it when she had to constantly be aware of where her hands were and how hard she was gripping.

She let him drop back onto his feet and gave him a bit of a smirk. "Is that going to be a problem?" Quipped back at him because she was feeling spunky.

Shit. Bucky hasn't ever had sex with someone who has powers and the idea of someone who can take everything he can give and he doesn't have to worry about breaking them in half is pretty appealing. He hasn't let go of himself, really let go, in eighty years. The idea that Jessica doesn't need him to hold back is hot as hell.

"Never had sex with someone that can take me," Bucky admits. "And am I never allowed to be anonymous? I come to the land of magical sex and there's someone who knows who I am. Figures. But no, it's not gonna be a problem, Jessica. It's gonna fucking amazing."

Maybe that's the apple talking but he is pretty turned on by the idea of not having to hold back so it's not all the apple. He grips her ass with his left hand, the one he never uses, and grins at her.

"Kiss me?"

The fact that the first word out of his mouth isn't 'freak' soothes something she wasn't aware was ruffled inside her. She was too used to that, too used to the fear that came with it, or the weird 'I fucked a freak ha ha' mentality of some of the less savvy frat bros. The smile he gave her was something real, something almost soft and sweet.

Then he was grabbing her ass and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. At least he was enthusiastic. That could make this into something genuinely fun. He asked for a kiss and she thought about it, then leaned in and bit at his lip before she gave in. Her lips pressed to his and she leaned in to press herself against him at the same time, feeling the evidence of his need as it dug into her thigh. A grind of her hip against him, one hand sliding down to find him over his clothes and give him a testing squeeze.

It's a damn good kiss and when she rubs up against him, it just stokes the fire higher instead of giving him any relief. Bucky isn't an idiot, though, and he knows this is going to get worse before it gets better. Still, the promise of release at the end of the tunnel is a hell of a lot better than knowing he's never going to get it and being with someone he can't hurt makes it even better.

He breaks the kiss to move his lips along her neck and when he gets to the hollow of it, he ghosts his teeth against it just to test the waters. She'd started this kiss by biting his lip and running her hand down the front of his jeans so he thinks it'll be all right but sometimes women don't want marks. Then again, can he mark her up? She's as strong as he is. Maybe he can't.

It's something he's really eager to find out. He slides his hands under her shirt and pulls her closer to him, pressing her close enough that there's nothing between them but their clothes.

The nip isn't unwelcome, and she slides her hand up to flick the fly of his jeans open even as he moves to pull her in against him. He's eager, and she knows it's because of whatever's in the apple, but eager is better than lukewarm. Eager for her is something she forgot she liked.

His hand is up under her shirt and she opts to just pull it off over her head, dropping it on the floor and moving to slide her hands up under his, prompting him to do the same. "Tell me that super serum makes you last longer than five minutes..." She bites against the skin just over the pulse in his neck, tasting male and musk and sweat and feeling that edge of arousal get a little sharper.

Bucky has to laugh at that and shake his head. "Yeah, I last a lot longer than five minutes. I don't know about it with magic apples and shit like that but normally, yeah. I'm good for a long time."

Stamina has its advantages, at least, and he hasn't had any problems with it the handful of times he's been with someone after getting the serum. Dating in a post-Blip modern world had been pretty fucked up, honestly, but he's a guy and sex had been on the table even if it was hard to get emotions involved. This is easier. There's no emotions required for a hookup like this and he doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone and can just let go.

"Depends on how good you are, I guess. You good enough to make me lose my head before five minutes passes?"

She paused as she was rucking his shirt up, nails dragging up along his chest. She looked him in the eye, drawing back to do so, and she almost looked offended. "Wow. Was that a challenge, Barnes? Because yeah, it's now officially on."

She moved her hand to slide down to unzip his jeans, then slip in the open fly to grip him. Her eyes were locked on his, the hint of a smile at the edge of her lips. "You'd better hope you bounce back quickly after a first round, because if I'm left disappointed, as per usual, I'm going to be pretty ticked."

That was a challenge of her own. Could he make her come? Time would tell. She wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a surprisingly gentle squeeze.

Bucky laughs a little and shakes his head. "Stamina, Jessica. It goes a long way."

He doesn't laugh anymore, though, because her hand is wrapped around him and he finally feels like he can get some relief from the arousal that damn apple had worked up in him the second he bit into it. Is any food safe around here? He guesses not. It is what it is. If he's doomed to have sex with people, at least there's people he's attracted to around. He moves his hips to chase the feeling and bites his lip.

"I can hold out. I'm full of surprises."

"Yeah?" She slid her hand further down, careful as she moved to fondle his balls. "Why don't you show me?"

Because passive wasn't her style. She didn't like to be passive and she didn't want any of her lovers to be passive. Especially not one that could give as good as she could. She leaned in and nipped at his right shoulder, biting a little harder as she tapped just behind his balls. There was a spot there that was her 'instant turn a guy to mush' button. Or, that's what she called it in her head. She was curious how he'd react to it.

"Shit." It comes out twisted, almost a hiss, and Bucky is thanking whatever weird gods run this place that he'd run into someone who knew exactly what she was doing because this is good, already, and it hasn't even gotten a good start yet. He'd said he wouldn't come in five minutes and thought it would be an easy promise to keep but now he's not so sure.

"You want to kill me," he manages to get out. "Naked. Now. Let's just get everything out of the way."

If he's going to do this, he's going to do it the right way, and that means it's going to be a little more than fucking with his clothes just moved out of the way. If he's going to get compelled to fuck someone, he's at least going to make it happen the way he likes.

She likes that sound. Likes that it's drawn out of him in a way that seems honest and natural. She missed good, fun sex. It had been a while for her, longer since she'd had sex worth having. A laugh left her as she nipped her way up to his jaw. "Naked, huh?" She could just tear his clothes off, and hers, but that would leave them both with nothing in a place where she wasn't sure how easy it'd be to regain anything.

So she removed her hand enough to pull his shirt up, trying to get it off him in one piece. "Next thing you're going to suggest is a bed. Needy little shit, aren't you?" Teasing, because she could. Because she had a feeling he wouldn't take it wrong.

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."