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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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Bucky knows a lot about wanting to be wanted. It used to come easily to him, the charm and the bravado of a man who knows he's attractive and can easily pull a girl but part of that had died when he'd fallen from the train. What used to be good about him got twisted to be something wrong and all of the good things he used to love about himself just became more things to hate himself for instead.

It's different when Wanda looks at him, though. She says that he flatters her and she seems at ease with it. He knows there's other elements at work, sure, but just being accepted goes a long way to making him feel better about being with her and about his choice in asking for her help. She has her hands on his chest and kisses him and he thinks it's the first time he's kissed someone since before the Winter Soldier.

He'd tried to date, sure, but he hadn't felt comfortable. Wanda feels comfortable against him, wanted, and he deepens the kiss while lifting his hands to cup her face.

For her it was the first time she kissed someone since Vision. It was different of course, but then nothing would be like what she had with him. Wanda wasn't expecting it to be. If anything it was simple. There wasn't a long history with them, though history enough that she felt at ease.

She just let herself be wanted and to want. It was simple enough as she pressed into the kiss he so quickly returned. They were on similar paths, in similar places, people that felt out of where they should have been, now struggling with this new world. At least they aren't alone. She can take solace in that, feeling the warmth of one hand on her face. She doesn't mind the metal either.

As long as he was comfortable with her, that's all that mattered. Wanda slowly deepens the kiss, opening her mouth to explore a little more. Things are still relatively slow, just wanting to take the time to kiss him, to be with him. He's comfortable, and she knows he's letting himself be that way. Equally she wants the same thing for him.

It's just soft. Bucky hasn't had a lot of softness in his life. There had been some before the war, the times when he'd been with girls just for fun and nothing else, but none of it was serious or felt as compassionate as this kiss with Wanda does. They're both strangers here but they're also strangers back home, too. Wanda has a power people are afraid of the same way they're afraid of him.

It seems right that two outcasts would find one another and take comfort in that. It's different with Wanda than it would be with anyone else. He slides his left hand down her back to press her close to him and realizes that with anyone else, he'd have to explain it, but with Wanda she knows what he is and what he's capable of doing. Wanda, too, can stop him if he loses control.

It makes him feel free. He doesn't have to worry about hurting her and he doesn't have to hold back because Wanda is someone who could easily put him down and neutralize him until he came back to himself. It means he's allowed to get carried away.

"Could be dangerous, kissing someone as pretty as you," he teases, nipping at her lower lip. "Might want to come back."

Wanda wasn't as concerned about Bucky losing control. It could be the case, but she was confident in her own abilities now as well as figured he would at least give her some sort of notice or warning if something was happening to him. All she wanted was for him to her himself, much like she just wanted to feel something, too. Something that wasn't this weight she had been carrying around since Thanos was destroyed, something that has only gotten bigger as of late.

But Bucky didn't know that part of her. She didn't have to explain the grief and trauma. He lived his own. So it was nice to just melt into the kiss, let his hands roam over her body. She gave in easily enough, only opening his eyes when he separated to speak.

"Are you saying you would come back for more? Putting the carriage before the horse now, aren't we?" She teased back. There was nothing in her mind that said they wouldn't do this again. If anything, she could get used to this kind of openness. Even among the people that knew her, it didn't come so easily. Only with one other who was gone now.

Bucky laughs softly and he can't help but smile. Maybe that's just the old him being hopeful, the version of him that didn't fall off a train and become the Fist of HYDRA, and he's glad it can still show up once in a while. He ducks his head to kiss along her neck and keeps his lips soft as he moves along her skin.

"I've always been an optimist. It's the American in me."

He doesn't think he's an American anymore, not the kind of patriotic one he was before the war, but it's easy to pretend he's a young soldier with a beautiful girl in some European bar when he's kissing Wanda and touching her with hands that dont't feel quite so weighed down and heavy. He doesn't want to be here and he doesn't want to be under the influence of a drug-laced apple but it makes things...simpler.

"Besides, I've gotta outdo myself next time. It's required."

"You have to still get through the first time," she hummed against his lips as his hands moved over her body. There was entirely too much clothes between them, she decided then, and lifted her hands to peel off her red jacket. Wanda let it slump to the ground into a pile before her hands started to tug on his shirt.

She wanted to be closer to him. Whatever this was, it just felt fun. Whether part of it was because of the apple making her want him to this degree, or just being able to experience something so light with someone else. Either was she liked it, and she was eager to get him out of his clothes, too.

"Always moving goalposts. It's how you get better," Bucky says. When Wanda tugs at his shirt, he shifts a little so she can pull it up and off and then he gets his hands on hers, too, moving to do the same. He still has a glove on his left hand and he wonders if he should pull it off and decides that Wanda can make that decision. She's the one who has to deal with it touching her so she should decide if she wants a glove or bare metal.

"If I knew you were hiding all of this under the witchy jacket, I would have told them to get you a suit made or something," he teases. "Don't all of you Avengers have suits now?" Is she an Avenger, really? Is he? Doesn't matter in this place if they are or aren't. The problems they have here aren't the kind of problems that Avengers could solve anyway.

Well. Unless they used lips and hands, that is, and anyone can do that.

"I can fly, Bucky. I don't need a suit," she said a little more cocky. Tony Stark had suits. She did not need one. She had herself which was all she ever needed. Even when she worked with the Avengers, it was just her and her red leather jacket.

Now she didn't know who or what she was. A target, fleeing, trying to make sense of what had happened. Wanda shook her head, not wanting to think of all of that. She just wanted to be with him. Up she went on her tiptoes to kiss him again, trying to forget all of that now.

They're both fugitives, in a way, because this place has ripped them from home and decided they no longer have agency over their lives. Bucky fucking hates it because he spent long enough not having choices but at least he has a choice in who he's with even if he can't control the need.

He tangles his fingers in her hair and kisses her harder. If it was any other time, he thinks he would do this with the gentlest care and tenderness but he's too far gone for that now. Now, it's going to be fast and passionate because his body isn't giving him a choice.

Her kiss was similar. The passion just seemed to exude out of them now, likely from the added effects of the apple. Wanda didn't mind though. Likely she didn't actually need it to be with him, but it took a lot of the awkwardness and beating around the bush out of this. They could just do as they wished with one another, and that was something she wasn't going to take advantage of.

So she continued to try and get the rest of his clothes off. Fingers worked at his pants, maybe being a little more forward, but they didn't need to take things slow. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her as well. Once his pants were undone, she would work on her own.

Bucky doesn't mind forward. It means that he can be forward, too, and they don't have to dance around the issue. He's harder than he can ever remember being and while he doesn't want to be rude about things he could definitely use the relief sooner rather than later and he's glad that Wanda seems to be working with the same urgency.

He pushes her fingers out of the way to undo her pants, left surprisingly nimble in spite of being prosthetic. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of them and her underwear and yanks them down.

"Sorry. I'm a little impatient. Desperate times and desperate measures."

She wasn't upset about the sudden neediness or the way he pushed her hand aside. If anything it just made her smile. He got her undressed pretty easily, and she moved to step out of her boots and socks after, her clothes just sitting in a pile on the floor.

She was naked now, hands moving to his chest. "Well at least you know what you want," Wanda replied, amusement dancing in her voice. She could get used to being wanted like this if she could admit it to herself.

"Tell me what you want from me," she asked of him, wanting to hear the way he talked. She might like the images he painted for her enough to follow through on any potential fantasies.

"Everything."

It's horrible as far as description goes but it does seem a little romantic and Bucky has always been a little romantic deep down. HYDRA couldn't take it from him, not really, and he knows when he looks at Wanda that his eyes are softer than they have any right to be. It isn't about that and he knows it but because he knows her, it feels like it should be.

Bucky cups her cheek and leans in to kiss her softly before turning his head to whisper in her ear.

"I wanna get my mouth all over you first. You think you can be patient enough with me to do that?"

It felt easy between them, despite the very strange (even for them) circumstances the two of them find themselves in. Wanda could appreciate it. She could appreciate his softness, too. It made her feel wanted instead of rejected. All of the anger and fear seemed to leave her for the moment, and she could content herself right now with whatever this was.

Her smile turned into a smirk when he whispered darkly. Hands moved down his chest, already working on his belt or pants. "Who says it is not me who gets my mouth on you first?" She asked, teasing. It was sweet, but with the apple that she already ingested, they didn't need to take their time. She just wanted to have fun with him, and while he certainly has the charm of an old gentleman, Wanda was a modern girl.

Bucky arches a brow at that. He's never going to say no to it but he usually likes to take care of women before he gets taken care of and the idea that Wanda wants to get her mouth on him first is definitely an appealing one. He touches her hair softly and gives her his most brilliant smile.

"Well, I'm not the kind of guy who's going to stand in the way of a woman who knows what she wants. That's never gonna be me. So if you want to go first, be my guest. Just know that I can get you back just as good if not better."

She kissed at his clavicle with a hum, liking that he wasn't too pushy about it all. The rest of the clothing needs to go though, and she's quick to whip her shirt off before moving down his own body, appreciative of the view. A hand moved over him as she got to her knees. There weren't very many people she could say had seen her like this, but she wanted to do this.

"We are not turning this into a challenge, Bucky," she said with a little amused smile, dark eyes looking back at him as she was able to pull his cock free. Her tongue moved to lick over the head of his cock with a smirk.

"I have an advantage."

Bucky laughs, a full-throated laugh, and he has to admit that she has a point. She has an advantage with her powers over him and while physically a stiff wind might knock her over much less him, Wanda is a hell of a lot less frail than she looks.

Then Wanda has her mouth on his cock and Bucky isn't saying anything other than a choked little noise that would embarrass him if he had enough of his thoughts together to even think about anything but how good that feels. He thinks all the blood in his body has flown south and he thought that he'd never been harder in his life before, well, apparently he could get harder still.

He threads the fingers of of his right hand in her hair lightly and pushes his hips shallowly toward her mouth.

Most would probably not find it funny that she was using her powers as the butt of a joke, especially when it came to sex, but if he didn't know her, he wouldn't know that she did care about what she did with her powers, and she would never just go into his mind (unless it was for retribution). Sure, if this was just about trying to get him off, it would be easy to do it, but the experience of all of this matters.

And she wanted to do more with him, evident by the way that she already had him in her mouth, tongue working down the underside of his cock. She hummed when he angled himself, finding a way to settle as she worked him with her mouth. They both knew what they were doing, and she wanted to hear what he sounded like when he was able to enjoy himself for once.

Bucky hasn't done a lot of enjoying himself in the last eighty years and he definitely hasn't had someone as beautiful as Wanda just go down on her knees to suck his cock like it's nothing. He bites his lower lip and muffles a cry that still comes out strangled and desperate. He likes to think that if it weren't for the apple he wouldn't be so desperate but he also knows it's a lie; Wanda is good enough at this that he wouldn't need anything but her pretty face and talented mouth to get this worked up.

He pushes his hips toward her mouth a little more and when he speaks, his voice is breathless. He doesn't get out much more than Wanda and Please but that gets the point across in situations like this, he thinks, and if it doesn't, well.

He thinks anyone could tell what he needs or wants by looking at him.

She was adept at this enough that she knew he liked it, and that was the goal after all. Wanda wanted to get him there, feeling how hard he already was in her mouth. His hips jerked, but it didn't bother her so much, pushing him back further in her mouth. She followed his lead by taking him to the back of her throat, moving quicker and with more precision before her eyes looked up to see how he responded back.

She could keep going, make it a little messier, but right not the whole point wasn't to get him off right now. Not when they both had their own needs. So once she knew he was good and hard, she popped off him and replaced her mouth with her hand to stroke him.

"I want you to fuck me now," she said, a little more pointedly.

Bucky lets out a sound that's somewhere between a groan and an annoyed growl and he's not sure that sound's ever come out of his mouth when he's fucked someone before but there's a first time for everything. All these years of trying to find himself again and he's laid low by a waif of a witch. Figures.

"Yeah, yeah, bed," he says, giving her a pointed look. "But it's kinda hard to do that unless you wanna lead me over there by my dick. Remind me to never let you take advantage of me again."

He grins, though, because he doesn't feel like he's been taken advantage of at all.

She smirked at the growl he made, more amused that she might have made him more feral. Something about that she did in fact like. Maybe she shouldn't have, but she kind of liked that might have had the teensiest bit of power when it came to turning him on. Oh, the things she could do to him physically.

"Don't tempt me," she said as she stood, moving so he was able to. She had that sort of playful and yet all too serious look on her face. "I do not hear you complaining, Bucky."

Of course if he said to stop, she would, but she could tease him back just as much.

Bucky laughs a little because the threat is honestly, well, a threat. Wanda Maximoff can level an entire city with just her hands and her mind so he isn't about to play with god (or goddess, as it were). But just as he knows Wanda can do that, he also knows that Wanda never would. She's not someone to use her powers for evil. Never on purpose. Losing control, maybe, but he's done that too.

He reaches for her hand to tug her over to the bed and when he feels the mattress hit his legs, he slips his hands up to cup the curve of her waist.

"You good or do I need to slow down?" Slowing down would be excruciating at this point and he thinks Wanda is fine considering what she'd just been doing but it's better to ask. He always asks.

They move back toward the bed, and she let herself sit back on it, grinning from ear to ear. She could feel the aphrodesiacs rippling through her, making her singleminded. It was not a type of control she would like to lose, but it made things fun enough. There was certainly a point to them, and Wanda knew it allowed for this to happen easier.

"You slow down, and I promise to show you what true torture is-- making you immobile and grinding on your cock until you cannot take it," she posited back, leveling her own kind of "threat". She hoped he knew how badly she already wanted him though, to not test her patience right now.

"Tempting offer. Not right now, though," Bucky says. For later, maybe, but he's not into waiting for anything right now because he has never been this turned on in his entire life. He rolls Wanda under him and presses his hips against her for a moment just to let her feel him for a moment before he does anything. Has she had her mouth on him? Yes. Is she still the first person she's been with in a while? Also yes.

Normally, he'd be a little awkward about his left arm but right now he's too turned on to care about it. He guides his cock into her with his right hand and pushes himself in before pulling at her knees to tilt her closer to him and wrap her legs around his hips.

"No threats necessary, huh?"