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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 can feel the heat between them growing, the way the entirety of everything between them has switched, feeling that connection when she looks in his eyes. She may be younger than him and not nearly as experienced, but she does know what she feels. Rhaenyra has always known her own desires.

Fingers glide along his shoulders, breathing in deeply. She does know what she wants, and she’s taking in every moment of being with him, the circumstances, the strangeness they find themselves in, and yet, it feels as simple as something she’s always known: her own bloodline.]

I want you, Jon. In every way you’ll have me. [Her confidence never wavers, just slowly rolling her hips down against his to make her words more poignant.]

You can ask if you feel you wish to, but I would tell you if something did not feel right between us. [Consent isn’t a topic that is discussed, but she can understand what he means. He’s creating an understanding between them, and he doesn’t need to take it slowly unless he feels he wants to.]

( It seems Rhaenyra trusts him and trusts this enough between them to be able to speak up if he does something she mislikes so that is all he mentions of it. Westeros isn't a place where people bed one another for fun, normally - usually men go to brothels or get married to have children - but at least both of them are lucky enough to have experienced others in bed before now and have an idea of what they like and what they might like together.

He kisses her fiercely then, teeth tugging at her lower lip to make it even fuller than it already is, and he puts his hands at her waist to try and shift her beneath him. There are other ways to be together, yes, but he wants this one first. It won't be the last. He hasn't been with anyone since Daenerys and he doesn't know the last person Rhaenyra was with but here, in this space, they have one another and that's more than enough. )

[It is still a first time, their first time together. Even if neither is confessing true love, it is still important, a moment to be cherished. Rhaenyra's first time ever still had her on top, but that also isn't entirely surprising knowing who she is, but she can acquiesce as Jon shifts to roll her under him, positioning her back into her new bed. Like this it's easier to toe off her shoes, get the last of her clothes off and stockings down, so for her part, there is nothing left between them.

When she is bared to him, letting the last of the fabrics fall where they will, her kiss is equally just as hungry. The need in her gut urges for more, wanting him between her thighs already, but aware enough that she first wants to explore more of him. This feels more than just a quick, passionate fuck, and Rhaenyra wants to be able to give just as much as he is. She hums when his teeth drag at her lower lip, hands gripping at him harder as she tries to pull him down on her. Her body settles so that he's over her, but her legs intertwine, and every part of her wants every bit of him, skin on skin and body on body.]

( It feels so intimate just to be with someone like this and not need words to communicate. He had it for a while with Daenerys and with Ygritte but he never got enough time to have the common currency of a relationship where he could simply look at them and know what they were thinking and they were feeling. It's incredibly foolish to hope that nothing happens to Rhaenyra so he might have a chance to have it, even if it isn't the love he's had before. There doesn't need to be love. But there needs to be this.

Jon tips his head down so he can find the hollow of her throat and kiss it, scraping his teeth just enough that her pale skin will redden with a bruise. It might be gone by morning and it might not but there's no battle without scars and he wants to remember and be remembered. She feels soft under him, too soft, and he rocks his hips against her to get relief and he only wants her more instead. )

[This is good for her. It's exactly what she has wanted. She cares about him of course, but it all feels too new for it to be anything too intense. It's the right level. She feels him press her into the bed, and it's like her breath is pulled from her, feeling him over her now. They both clearly want the same thing, feel like they're on the same level.

Jon's mouth pulls a soft noise from her when Rhaenyra feels his teeth scratch at her throat. Her back arches into him, and her hips roll slowly against him. Her hands move at his sides, beckoning for more, but it's when she feels his hips rock against hers, that her head falls back into the pillow, and it's hard to imagine anything else but the feeling of him rocking into her. One hand buries into his hair to still try and pull him closer still, his name on her lips like a prayer.] --Jon.

Mm, not yet. I should do something else first.

( Jon might be accused of knowing nothing from time to time but he does know how to make a woman feel good, if she trusts him, and he knows that one of the ways to do it is to get his mouth all over every part of her from lips to thighs and back again. He wants to spend some time kissing Rhaenyra before he takes anything he wants because he feels like it's always better if a woman finds her pleasure first.

He shifts a little to move lower and traces his lips along the curve of one of her breasts before following it with the tip of his tongue. They have the time to do this. It's no quick thing to be done in the dark and not spoken of again. )

[She is notoriously impatient, and not often does someone tell her no. Her brows knit as she lays under him, a hand touching at his face. She's intrigued. He's certainly got her thinking since she was expecting to get straight to the act. She doesn't oppose delaying it when he has a way of pressing his cock against her, but it will make her whine.]

Something else? [She huffs out. Rhaenyra is no maid, but she mostly told Criston Cole what she was going to do, and he obliged like a lap dog, happy to have its master's attention. She doesn't entirely know the breadth of her own sexuality or all the ways Jon can make her feel pleasure. She's curious though, and if his mouth on her breast feels this good, she isn't going to say no.]

( Jon laughs softly and nods his head. There's plenty of things a man can do with a woman in bed and if Rhaenyra hasn't experienced them, he is more than happy to show her the potential of lovemaking and all the joy it can bring. He doesn't want to leave her unsatisfied; he wants to be better than other lovers she might have had before. He shifts down her body, kissing her belly, and looks up at her. )

Has anyone ever kissed you between your thighs, Princess Rhaenyra?

( A part of him wants to be the first and he has no idea why that is. Why does he want to own this one thing with her? He doesn't know and doesn't want to examine it at the moment. He has other things to do. )

[She feels a little silly for saying so now, but it's not like sexual education is comparable in Westeros-- especially for women. She grins a little sheepishly, looking down as his mouth trails the expanse of her body, moving from her breasts over her stomach and then lower.]

No. I've only ever had a man's prick there before. [She likes kissing though. She can't imagine why a man would do that, but then there were lots of things people were doing in the pleasure house that she hadn't known about before either.

Clearly she isn't against it. If anything she wants to learn more, not feel like she doesn't know what she's doing.]

Absolutely unacceptable.

( Jon's experience with Ygritte and Daenerys had told him he was somewhat different than other men but this proves it yet again. It's something he's happy to correct for Rhaenyra, though, and he smiles up at her before slipping lower and kissing over her hips and licking a slow stripe at the crease of her thigh and hip. This is one of his favorite things to do and he intends to take his time.

He slips his hands down adjust her legs over his shoulders and then parts her with his thumbs before exhaling softly against her. This will be wonderful for both him and Rhaenyra and he simply cannot wait. )

You seem pleased to correct past errors in my experiences. [He adjusts her as he finally gets to his target, settling between her legs like the cat that got the cream. Rhaenyra is more amused at how much he seems to be pleased with himself, but really his mouth just on her skin sends a rush of heat to her cunt.

Biting on her lip, the silverhaired girl props herself up on her elbows, eager to watch him as he spreads her thus. There's something alluring to being exposed like this, his face so close to her sex now. She knows she's wet, can feel how slick she is, only getting more from each and every movement he does to her.]

( Jon merely laughs softly and draws his tongue up against her. He knows the places that usually make a woman gasp and squirm but he wants to take his time with it and truly get acquainted with her cunt, if you can call such doings getting acquainted, and he keeps her folds spread wide with his thumbs so that he has plenty of room to work.

Later, he can add fingers to what he does, if she likes it, but for now he just wants to explore and find the places that Rhaenyra specifically likes. He wants to enjoy how she tastes in contrast to the other women he's had. He wants this unique experience. )

[She exhales audibly when he presses his mouth to her, feeling immediately the difference between having a man's mouth there and a man's cock. A cock is harder for one, and it seems Jon's able to more easily work with her body with his mouth. It's just the beginning, she knows, but she's liking it. More than anything though, she certainly likes the fact that he's also into it.

It's a good sign of a man if he likes to give pleasure as much as receiving it. She might be a little impatient though, her noises sounding more like soft whines. Sure, he's taking his time learning all the little parts of her, finding what she likes, but what she knows she likes already is basking in that sort of pleasure, making her head spin. That's what she wants.]

( Rhaenyra is shifting restlessly under him so Jon focuses in on the place he's found women like the most and sucks there, harder, and hopes that this is the same place that she will like as well. If she's only ever had a man's cock, then this is different by default, and he wants her to enjoy his lips and tongue before he uses his fingers to penetrate her.

There's no noise in the room except Rhaenyra's soft breathing and the slick sound of his lips against her cunt and it turns him on almost as much as performing the act does. He knows he won't last long once he's in her so he wants to do the best he can at this so Rhaenyra isn't dissatisfied with him. )

[At the apex of her legs is that sensitive little place. Rhaenyra is only aware of it from the feeling of grinding down on a man when she is on top (something she really does enjoy), but to feel Jon's mouth capturing it, whether he's sucking on it or if his tongue moved up and rolled right against it, it causes the sweetest of noises to escape out of her mouth. He's at least found that little area, enough to make her less persistent on getting on with this.

Hands land in his hair to tug just lightly. Her hips shift and slide under him, to both get away and enjoy that sensation that seems to ripple through her petite body. She enjoys it though, whatever he's doing, and he'll quickly be able to taste more of her juices, caused by how much pleasure he's starting to give to her.]

Gods, yes. Do that again. [Yes, she's a little pushy.]

( Rhaenyra is impossibly wet and when Jon presses at her with two of his fingers, they glide in so easily there's barely any resistance at all. He moves them slowly, crooking them a bit, and keeps his lips fixed against her so she can have the sensation of both at the same time. In his experience, this makes women find their pleasure quickly, and he enjoys hearing Rhaenyra's little noises already and knows he'll like to hear her when she finishes.

He doesn't want it to last forever, no, but he wants it to last long enough that Rhaenyra doesn't feel cheated by him. Of course, women can go more than once and far more quickly, but it isn't the same when finishing gets stopped short when it could be stretched out longer and longer. He wishes they were of one mind so he could tell her to tug his hair harder, to press her hips upward against his face. He wants her to use him for what she needs right now because he feels like giving. )

[He might have to hold at her hips a little more firmly, but his fingers slipping into her wet heat makes her moan again. This is exactly what she wished to feel, and he's finally giving her the pleasure she's been craving. It's even better with his tongue lapping at her clit, tasting how sweet she was for him already.

This young and this eager, it doesn't take much for Rhaenyra, but she's enjoying what he's giving to her. They aren't linked, but she's desperate for more, too feel that climb towards her orgasm. Her fingers do scrunch into his hair, and her hips are already going wild, unable to help the way she grinds into his face. She doesn't know that he's getting off on this, too, but there is something she finds pleasurable in knowing that she's getting her own from this, feeling that heat grow in the pit of her belly.

He really just needs to do something to give her that one final push, to blow her mind in some capacity. It feels too good to have his fingers filling her, curling into her and pressing against another spot deep within. His mouth adds to that pleasure, and it's clear she's unraveling quickly.]

( Jon moves his fingers just a bit faster and keeps the pressure up against her with his tongue so she doesn't slip from the precipice of pleasure and lose everything he's been building toward. He's been working toward this for several minutes now and he wants it almost as much as he imagines she does. More, possibly, because he knows how good it is to feel someone fall apart beneath his mouth and hands.

Men who do not wish to do this are idiots, honestly, and Jon will take that to his grave. There is so much more to do with a woman than put his cock in her, so much more, and he wants to show Rhaenyra all those possibilities. )

[She's all but writhing against him and the bed. She's orgasmed before, had no issues with that, but this is different. It's almost too overwhelming, but in the best way possible. And Rhaenyra is not shy about the noises she's making either, the room now filling with her little gasps and moans for him.

Her sole focus is on that warmth in her belly, slowly filling through her body. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch, and it electrifies her whole body. It's only a couple mere swipes against her clit, and her hips snap down into the bed, legs now tight around his head.]

Jon, I'm-- [The words don't even get to finish coming out before that heat takes over her entire body, washing over her. Her mouth falls open, and she leans into just how good it feels to come on his tongue, just as good as if he was filling her with his cock now instead.]

( Jon stays for a few moments just to make sure he doesn't cut her pleasure short and then he draws his fingers away and smacks a messy kiss on her left thigh before lifting his head to look at her. He knows he's smiling and it might be a little smug but he enjoys doing this and he thinks his enjoyment of it makes it good for the women he's been with. )

Do you see why it's one of my favorite things to do now?

[She lays back on the bed, her head still swirling from the high of her orgasm. It has indeed felt really good and totally worth the wait. She's all smiles as she looks up at the ceiling, momentarily content with how good and how fun that was.]

I think we are going to have a good time here. [She's already appreciative of the lack of judgment, that he wants to do this with her. Sitting up, she gently touches at his arm.]

Do women do the same then? With their mouths? [She's not sure if he wants her to reciprocate. She's certainly not against it, but she won't be as good as he was. Still she wants to make sure he's feeling as good as she is right now.]

Well, they can if they want to. I'm not going to say no to you if you want to try and figure it out. I'll probably say yes very enthusiastically.

( It gets a laugh out of him, a good laugh, and it feels good to have his emotions unfettered and away from all the guilt he has been carrying of late. These hours with Rhaenyra have been spent in fun and he'd like to keep spending them that way for as long as she wishes to have him. )

[She moves to crawl closer to him on the bed. She's intrigued and having a good time of this herself. There's no expectations, and she feels lighter for it. It probably helps that this is what they're supposed to be doing here, and Rhaenyra is eager to do more. With Jon in particular.

She curls into his body, hands sweeping back up his chest. She can feel his muscles, the way the skin has healed over scars. She still feels for him, but if anything she wants him to feel good, too, to give him back something he's given her.]

I want to learn your body in the same way you know mine, [She said kissing him again, not realizing that she might taste herself on his lips still.]

Aye, well, men are much easier to please than women. You might need a lot less time to learn my body than I need to learn yours. I want to see what you learn, though. I think it'll be a good time for the both of us.

( Jon wants to spend as much time in bed with Rhaenyra as he can afford to if only because they have little ties that twine them together - Westeros. Targaryens. Dragonriders. He doubts there will be anyone else here that can be those things to him the way she can. )

Ah, that makes sense. Sometimes all I would have to do is touch Criston. [She smiles a little playfully, mentioning her previous lover by name. She doesn't know he's betrayed her, yet, so there's still a fondness even if she knows he's upset that she turned down his marriage proposal.

As he talks though, she's already working. She kisses over his shoulder gently, silently agreeing that she thinks they would enjoy their time together. She already is, wet between her legs from her orgasm. Rhaenyra also likes the idea of just being naked around him, touching him and kissing over his chest. She wants to learn all the ways she can touch him to elicit those same reactions. Hands are already at his waist when she looks up, that mischievous Targaryen look in her eye.]

Do you want me to make sure you finish, too? Or do you still have plans of burying your cock inside me?

[She might also enjoy the freedom of speaking so dirtily to him as well. A good little princess would never.]