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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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She was trying to figure out a guy as tall as her hips and only came up with someone with dwarfism. Huh. She married a dwarf.

But he's distracted from thinking more with that kiss, humming into it as he gives a subtle shift of his hips, indicating that yes, he's mostly at full attention and ready for round two. "Where I come from, it'd be the hair that'd make you stand out. Redheads have a hell of a temper."

"Redheads aren't common south of the Wall," Sansa murmurs, sighing a little when he moves in her and he's actually hard again. She hadn't thought that could happen, really, but she's discovering she knows nothing about what goes on in bedrooms.

"Kissed by Fire. That's what they say redheads are," she says. "We're supposed to be lucky. I've been very unlucky before today."

"I think I like redheads. And kissing them," he added, smiling as he nibbled gently at her lip before he kissed her again. He was slow in that movement of his hips, not sure if she was up for anything more, but happy to continue if she was.

"I think I like kissing blondes," Sansa says, pulling her legs up higher so he can go deeper if he wishes it.

"Show me what you couldn't do last time. I should like to experience it."

"Okay," he whispered, hand moving down to one of her thighs, pulling it up higher as he moved his knees to widen, to give him more leverage and stability to grind up and further into her, watching her to see if that was a good or bad thing.

Sansa closes her eyes and just enjoys the feeling, letting out a soft noise when he seats himself deeper into her.

"Different than the other way," she says. "I have another idea, though. Can you make it good if we do it as wolves do? I didn't like that before but you're different."

"Wolves? ... Oh. Doggystyle. Ah, yeah. I mean, I hope I can make it good, but yeah, that's... we can do that."

Dear god, if he was going to die soon, he'd die happy. He moved to sit back on his knees, hands smoothing up along her legs, touching her just to keep touching her and letting her move if she wanted.

Sansa smiles and pulls away from him for a moment before turning over. She tries to move closer to the headboard so there's room and her long legs won't end up hanging off the bed or that Jensen won't be able to get to her.

"I don't know if you need to move me or anything. You're taller...well, we went over your height."

He watches her try to adjust herself and smirks. Then he pulls her hips closer to him, kneeling in the middle of the bed and hauling her in so he was draped over her back. He wasn't just tall, he had strength to back it up, and he used it to pull her in so that he was leaning over and kissing up along her back. He didn't slide back into her just yet, wanting to be sure she was comfortable. "You're perfect just the way you are," he answered, kissing up to the nape of her neck.

"Am I truly? I think you might be the first person to ever mean that."

Sansa cannot see his face but there's something incredibly intimate about the way he's draped over her and kissing her neck and it feels just as intimate as it had felt before when they were face to face.

"Show me what it's like, then."

"It's not just the naked sexy time talking. Promise." His hand moved under her, found her breast and kneaded it gently as he nipped along her back. That demand, for that's what it was, had him smiling against her as he moved his hand down to his cock. A little fumbling and lining up and then he was pressing back into her, slowly. His now free hand moved around her hip and down to her sex to find her clit again. She'd liked it the first time, he figured adding it to this might help her find it pleasurable.

Oh, it's completely different than it ever was before. This is gentle and when Jensen is pressed fully into her, it doesn't hurt and she doesn't feel like anything but a beautiful woman who's meant to have a good time.

When he touches her again between her legs like he had the first time she'd fallen apart, she lets out a little noise of surprise. She had no idea you could have both at the same time.

"Gods, that's good. You're brilliant."

He wasn't really, and he knew it. There was a little sadness there that he was her best, but that just meant he'd have to make sure that she kept thinking that.

So, Jensen was going to pull out his A-Game and make sure she came first again. That was happening. He laid another kiss on her back as he started a series of slow, shallow thrusts. "You're pretty amazing yourself."

Sansa inhales sharply when he starts moving because the combination of his fingers playing between her thighs and the feel of his cock moving in her is so new and good that it's almost overwhelming. So this is what he'd been apologizing for not doing the first time.

"You are fit for a queen," she says, curling her fingers into the bedding.

"I'm just glad I fit in the queen," he panted out, grinning at his own dumb joke even as he kept moving. He could see the way she reacted, feel it under him in the fact she was moving back against him, and figured he wasn't doing a completely shit job at this. Good. Right. Plan Make Sansa Come Again was in play.

Sansa laughs a little and thinks about saying something about how he nearly didn't but she doesn't. Instead, she's too busy enjoying the feeling of his fingers and his lips and his cock.

When he pushes into her again, Sansa squeezes around him and that feels better than it has any right to. Men in Westeros are complete idiots and apparently Jensen is brilliant because she's never felt this good in her life.

"Please?"

"Please what?" Genuinely confused because he wasn't holding anything back. Well, okay, fine, he was holding back speed and strength, but that was just because... well. She should be eased through this. Pleasured. Made to feel like sex was a good thing and not a torture to be endured.

"Just more, is all," Sansa says softly. "More of everything. I just don't want you to stop."

Perhaps she's not very good at expressing herself just now but there's quite a bit going on and she's distracted.

Jensen moves to sit back on his heels again, drawing her up with him so that her back is against his chest, her thighs straddling him as he keeps himself buried inside her. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling it to the side so he can bare her neck to him, nipping at it as he urges her to move along with him. His hand moves up to her breast, tweaking her nipple again as he drags his lips up to her jaw. "Anything you want," he promises.

Oh, this is nice and it occurs to Sansa that she wouldn't even have known to ask for this because she has no idea about how men and women can fit together other than three or four ways. This certainly isn't anything she's ever experienced.

She tightens around him again and then catches his hand to touch between her legs. "I didn't say to stop this, you know."

He laughs, a soft chuckle against the curve of her neck, kissing it as his hand moved down to where she seemed to prefer it. He spread his knees a little wider, which spread hers a bit, and then he went back to teasing her clit. Not quite going over it, not wanting to overstimulate her, but liking that something he was doing was giving her pleasure.

Sansa feels arousal pulling at her but it's different this time than it had been when he had only used his hand. Being filled up caused that emptiness to subside and she just rocks with his rhythm and tries to enjoy herself without moving quickly and trying to end it too early.

She lifts her own hands to her breasts to cup them, trying to see if she can replicate what he'd been doing to them earlier. It isn't quite as good but it's good enough so she thinks it's worth adding to everything else.

"I think I might be close again," she says. "Faster?"

Her enjoyment was just enhancing his, and when he saw her cup her breasts over her shoulder, he let out a soft little growl of pleasure. One hand was between her legs, but the other was around her waist to help keep her pressed against him so she didn't have to strain too much. He nodded at the question, realizing how stupid that was because she couldn't see him. "Yeah, faster. Faster's good."

His fingers move against her faster and in return, Sansa moves her hips faster so she can set a quicker rhythm. It sneaks up on her this time, the pleasure, and she thinks it's because it feels so different than it had the first time when he hadn't been inside her while it happened.

She cries out and drops her head back against his shoulder and she feels like all of her skin is warm and she realizes she must be flushed. Well, that makes sense. She feels as if her body has exploded and it has extended a great amount of effort.

"That was good," she murmurs. "Make it good for you, too."

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