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TDM #1

TEST DRIVE MEME

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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"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.

"Yeah," Bucky admits. "It's always pulling away and healing up so it constantly hurts. Nothing for it, though. It's just there like the rest of it."

Physical pain, mental anguish - it's all the same at the end of the day. His shoulder will always bother him and he'll always have to live with the fact that he was a soulless killer but he can make it bother him less if he's thinking about other things.

"Be careful with it."

That's all she says about it, but she makes a note not to touch there, not to pull on his arm. She leans in and kisses at the center of his chest, tongue coming out to lick at the sweat that had dried there, her hand moving down to his side, gripping there as she nipped her way downward. "Anything you don't like?" Asked before she nipped at the outline of his abs, feeling the firm muscle underneath.

"Not really. Unless you wanna do something crazy that's gonna hurt, I'm good. Pain isn't my thing."

Bucky knows it is for some people and good for them but it isn't something he's interested in giving or receiving. He's had more than enough of that for the rest of his life and the next.

"I'm not into weird kinky pain shit either. Just sex that's good and where I actually have a goddamn orgasm." Which he'd already shown he was capable of. She nipped and licked her way down to that hipbone she'd been playing with earlier, glancing up at him as she did.

"So what do you like, old man?"

"If you're about to get your mouth on my cock, I like that. I like that a hell of a lot. Otherwise, you'd be surprised at how much a man like me likes. We weren't all prudes in my day."

All right, so he was pretty vanilla back in his day but he's living in the modern world now and he'd had to catch up quickly. He prefers dates over just sex, sure, but this isn't a place that's really about dates, is it? He thinks he just has to work with what he's got.

"Yeah? Well, how about I tease your dick with my mouth while you try to tell me all the things you unprudishly like. If you manage it, maybe I'll give you a reward." Not that sex itself wasn't a just fine reward, but hey. They were playing here. And keeping him on his toes and making him have to think while she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock as a test was just fun.

And a little evil.

Bucky laughs again but then he draws in a sharp breath because she flicks her tongue against him and yeah, he's wound up all over again. At least it's natural this time and not because he ate a sex apple and he's oddly comforted by that.

"I could fuck you up against that wall over there," he says, trying to meet her challenge. If she wants to hear what he likes, he'll give it to her.

"I'm angling for doggystyle and you try to one up that with a wall? Come on, Barnes." She used the tip of her tongue to circle entirely around the head, watching him with amused eyes the entire time. Then she gave the length of his shaft a sweep of her tongue, tasting that mingled taste of both of their arousal.

"Fuck. Okay, fine, the shower too. And not just your cunt, either," he says. Bucky doesn't think he would have been quite so foul mouthed back in the 40s but this isn't the 40s and he's not trying to be polite.

"That satisfy you?"

"Little bit," she laughs, but she seals her lips around the head of his cock and sucks gently. Just enough to feel the pulse of his heart against her tongue. Making him lose it a little was fun. Watching how frustrated he got trying to use his brain when that blood was occupied was also fun.

"What's your absolute dirtiest want?"

"I'm going to come on your face if you don't get on with it. That dirty enough for you? Or do you need to educate me?"

It's still fun, though, tossing barbs back and forth even though Bucky is seriously worked up and seriously wants this blow job. It's been a long time since he's gotten regular sex and it's a hell of a good time.

She laughed, and then she gave him a lift of her brow and moved so she was running her tongue over one of his balls. "Remember that spot I touched earlier?" She was pretty sure he did.

"Yeah, I fuckin' remember it. You wanna do that again so I can jump off this bed and test my fortitude?"

It had been one hell of a spot and Bucky is 99% sure nobody has ever had the idea to touch him there so he would very much like to feel it again. The idea of feeling it while she's got his mouth on him, too, is very appealing.

"Thinking about it. How would you feel about me using my mouth there?" Jessica and oral was a tricky situation. She rarely liked it, either giving or receiving. It was a trust issue in receiving, and it was a want issue in giving. Bucky had passed the want test, and she was really enjoying the way he responded to the smallest of things. Besides, he hadn't demanded it or expected it or insisted on it. And yet he was enjoying it and she seemed to be enjoying it also, which was... interesting.

So she closed her lips over his ball, sucking very gently so as not to overstimulate or hurt him. She was getting closer to that spot...

"Yeah, go for it," Bucky says. His breath is a little short and the words come out more than a little rushed because he absolutely wants her to put her mouth there and now that it's in his head there's no way he's going to get it out of his head until she does it.

He fists the sheets with his left hand and if they rip, they rip. Fuck it. It's collateral damage when you own an inn in a sex town. Business expense. Whatever.