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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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It does, and he grinds in so that he's fully inside her now, smiling down at her as she lays there looking far too full of herself. Or maybe just him. "That's a lot of titles. I'm just Captain Jake Jensen of the Loser's squad. Might be a little too low brow for a queen."

"Being a queen means you get to lay with whoever you want. Stop talking."

Sansa has the sense that Jensen hardly ever stops talking, even in the midst of this, but she's enjoying herself far too much to keep having a conversation and she has never, never enjoyed having a man inside her. Not once. If she never gets it again, she wants the chance to properly enjoy it.

She curls her nails into his back enough just to make light little marks and moves her hips under his. This, at least, she knows how to do even if she's never been an active participant.

He has to bite his lip to keep from answering, but that rock of her hips has him groaning, his own drawing back to let him press into her again. He's trying so hard to keep it slow, but there's an actual painful ache in the length of him that only soothes when it's gliding inside her.

Sansa has one of her legs up around his hip and she wonders if it would feel good if she lifted the other one too so she does, hooking it over his hip and tilting her hips so he can press in deeper than before. Men are easy, they both agree with that, but she would at least like Jensen to think she has some skill at this even if she earned it in the worst way possible.

Both her legs were up around him and he felt embraced entirely by her as he moved over her again. He bit his lip, eyes closed as if not seeing would make it easier not to come. But it was too late for that. He'd been riding that edge for too long. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna-," he managed to get out before he felt himself rocking in a rhythm that stuttered almost as quickly as it started.

Sansa rocks with him until he's properly finished and then she kisses his neck and nuzzles at the crook of it where it meets his shoulder.

"I do believe finishing was precisely the point," she says. "There is no need to apologize. Never apologize with me. You came to me in kindness and it stands for itself."

"But now you haven't and that wasn't really... well. Not my best work. I promise I can do better," he said, his hand coming up to brush over her hair, as if he had to convince her that this was a rare one-off and he wasn't a two-pump-chump.

"I did!" Sansa insists, laughing softly. "Did you miss the part where you had your fingers on me and every part of me just released? Or is that not how a woman finds her pleasure? I wouldn't know, it's never happened for me before, but I thought that was it."

Sansa frowns a little, thinking. "Do you think I didn't? I don't know the difference, Jensen, but it was something I've never felt before. Is that not it?"

"No, no. That was... I mean, I think that was it. Orgasms are different with every person. But if you felt something, that's good, but... you can feel that while I'm- doing what I was doing." Meaning that he was wanting her to do it again. He was greedy. He wanted more than one of her orgasms. Obviously.

"Oh, well. That's interesting," Sansa says, lips tilting up in a smile. She hasn't smiled this much since...gods, it has to have been since she was a child. This is a strange bend in the road for her but at least there is happiness to be found in it.

"I imagined it was simply for men to enjoy themselves and get a woman with child. The entire act, I mean. I certainly have never taken pleasure in it before today. I knew it could be done without cruelty, certainly, but I didn't know it would be...fun."

"Oh, right. Um... kids." Shit. He should have pulled out. He panicked, freezing in place because now was a bad time for him to think of the consequences of sex. "It's more about, ah, just the fun part of it where I'm from. Mostly. Probably."

How to extricate himself from this conversation without sounding like an asshole?

"I think you have the right of it, then," Sansa says, shrugging. "And I'm not worried about children. If my husband couldn't get me with child in a year then I think you're quite safe. I would rather have fun than be miserable."

Sansa sees that he is a bit...panicked and she hopes she's alleviated his concerns about children, at least a little. She reaches up to touch his face.

"You gave me joy. I haven't had joy in longer than I can remember. It is a precious thing."

"A year's not that long and your ... ex? husband sounds like a dick. Probably had more to do with him than you." It was always the ones insecure about themselves that were the problem. Still, he looks down when she touches his face and smiles at her.

"I'm sorry. That it was me and not someone you know. That... well. That it's sucked for you. That's not right. Not for a queen. Not for anyone, really." Jensen and hierarchy didn't really mix well, his respect for rank only earned through time, like with Clay. But women deserved better, and rescuing damsels in distress was the good part of his job.

"I would venture to say we know one another very well at this point," Sansa says, smirking at him. She's had him in bed so she thinks that's as intimate as one gets with a person. His mention of Ramsay goes unacknowledged except for a nod because that is something no one should be burdened with, least of all someone kind like Jensen.

"My being a queen means I reclaimed my birthright, Jensen. It doesn't mean I'm any better or worse than anyone else. When my men went to war, I armed myself too. I had to be told to leave the parapets so I wouldn't be hurt. When my men starved, I starved too. I stood up, Jensen, never to kneel to a man again, and I wouldn't have had the strength to do it if I had been a cossetted princess. You need not pity me."

"It's not pity," he said, though it was a little. More like sympathy. Concern. This strange need to erase bad things from people's lives. And hearing about wars, which he'd lived through- and then some, and then starving, which he hadn't so much because his unit was amazing... well. It hurt.

"It's just wrong, that's all."

"It is wrong," Sansa agrees. "But the injustice of my life was righted, I promise you. I'm not just a winter queen because I'm Queen in the North, you know. I'm known to be quite reserved and cold to others because if you push them away, they cannot hurt you."

Sansa smiles again though, a soft smile. "I don't feel the need to reserve myself with you. Yes, we barely know one another, but you showed me kindness and tenderness in a place where I am quite vulnerable. It goes a long way, Jensen. I anticipated you would simply use me for your need and put me aside afterward and I was fine with that. I got quite a bit more out of it. You don't even owe me your precious tool."

"You don't feel all that icy to me," he said, and it was probably strange to be having this kind of conversation when he still had his dick in her. It had softened some, but he was finding himself not at all in a rush to move away.

At the mention of his 'precious tool', he laughed. "Hey, don't mock my multi-tool. It can save you in a pinch. Unless you're talking about my other precious tool..."

"Hm, perhaps I mean both. Though, truly, I might find myself in need of sawing a tree and then your multi-tool would be much needed. I suspect there's one tree you want to saw down."

Sansa grins at him. It's strange to have a conversation while he's still inside her but it isn't unpleasant, either, so she's in no mind to move away from him. If he wants to move, he can do so whenever he wants.

"Are you going to slip those apples into my tea next time we meet or am I going to get the chance to enjoy you without them?"

"Not sure I'd want to cut it down. Just maybe... put a warning sign on it." It was possible the tree was there for good reason. Hell, it worked better than Viagra did, and not as long, either. Just an immediate need. That tree would make millions back home.

But that didn't mean he needed the tree. And when she said that, he grinned and dipped his head down, kissing at her neck, then down to the swell of her breast, his facial hair tickling her a little. "I don't want to be known as the guy that has to drug his dates, no."

"I do not want to be known as the girl who needs it," Sansa agrees, making a soft sound when he kisses her breast. She hadn't expected anything else, honestly, so this is a delight to her.

"So you think I am perhaps not so icy? Have you dethawed the Winter Queen?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but... perhaps I'm warming her up a bit?" He kissed lower, finding her nipple with his lips and brushing them over it in a gentle kiss before his tongue joined.

It seemed an apple might not be needed for a second round.

"Oh," Sansa sighs, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her. It's strange, all of these things, because abstractly she thinks she wouldn't like them but in concert they all seem to work together well.

"They say I'm not worth the effort," she murmurs. "Even for the politics."

"Kind of sounds like 'they' are a bunch of stupid idiots." Truth. He liked that reaction, and he planned on drawing out a second sound from her, so he moved to kiss his way over to her other breast, feeling the fact that he was definitely starting to get a second wind inside her again.

"Most are," Sansa agrees. She sighs again, though, his mouth at her breast just as good as it had been on the other one. She rocks her hips under him and gives him a smile.

"I like that you're tall," she murmurs. "I'm usually taller than everyone I meet."

"Really? You're not that tall." Not in relation to the women Jensen knew. But hey, maybe in winter wonderland full of assholes, they were all short assholes with inferiority complexes who were afraid of tall, gorgeous women. Sucks to be them.