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MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

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These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

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[ A groan rumbles from Geralt's throat as she continues to press back against him even as he explores her with careful fingertips. But apparently exploring is not enough. Her demand, while unspecific, is clear enough to him.

When he speaks against her ear, his voice is thick and rasping. ]

Can I move you to the bed?

[ The groan only serves to heat her up more, to make her want more, as much of more as she just demanded of him. And at his question, she nods, eager to see what he has in mind and ready to tell him what to do if she doesn't like it.]

[ Permission granted, Geralt moves her--meaning that, shifting his hold to her hip and her thigh respective, he sweeps her up into a bridal carry without any sign of strain at all. He carries her close to his chest as he makes his way to the bed, where he deposits her with care at the edge of the mattress.

What he intends becomes clear pretty quickly as he sinks to his knees in front of her. His hands smooth reverently up Margo's thighs, catching the strings of her thong when he reaches her hips and tugging to pull them down and off. His mouth presses warmly to the inside of her knee, urging her to spread them. ]

[ Margo has a fairly firm policy about not fucking a man who won't go down. He doesn't have to be great at it, even, just willing. Not that she has any concern about Geralt being bad at it.

A man with a voice like that? She's pretty sure he could probably just talk at her cooch and she'd come.

She hums her approval when he kneels in front of her, pulling her thong off as she lifts her hips off the bed slightly, hands going to balance behind her. Her smile is like the cat who caught the canary, smug and pleased with the way things are going, especially since she doesn't have to give him much instruction as of yet.

His mouth presses to her skin and she does as he wordlessly beckons, her legs spreading so he can get between them.]

That's a good fucking start.

[ He likes that smile on her. It's hot--she's hot--and it means she's pleased with him, so a winning combination all around. Against the inside of her thigh, his lips curl too, a smile that's significantly more understated, but equally pleased. He's more than willing; he's eager. ]

Just tell me what you like.

[ Though he's known her less than an hour, and though he still doesn't even know what to call her, it's already difficult to imagine her having issues doing that.

His lips are a soft, wet contrast to the slightly prickly edge of his beard as he works his way up her thigh, unhurried. He guides her knees up over his shoulders as he presses closer, settling his hands on the curve of her ass. And when he can finally trace his tongue over her, sliding through her slick folds to find her clit, he's the one who makes a low, pleased noise, like this is some kind of fucking privilege. ]

I fucking will. [ Fuck yeah, a man who will go down and enjoys it. Margo's quite pleased with her choice of partner now, especially when he drapes her legs over his shoulders and forces her to lean back a bit as he grabs her ass and his mouth presses against her center, tongue over slick skin and to her clit.

That groan, oh that groan, it earns him a moan from her, contented and hungry, her head falling back with the sound as she just enjoys the sensation of heat between her thighs.

One hand moves to stay behind her on the bed, the other moves to grab his hair, giving it a tiny tug, testing the waters even if she suspects he doesn't mind a little roughness in his lovers.]

More of that, fucking yeah.

Edited 2020-06-27 04:11 (UTC)

[ Margo has a good read on him already. Geralt reacts as soon as she grips his hair, grunting and then pulling against her grip to encourage her to tighten it. He's susceptible to being moved this way if that's what she wants, but otherwise he has his own ideas.

With his rough hands on her ass he pulls her toward his face, rubbing the flat of his tongue over her clit before he slips it inside her instead, another appreciative sound vibrating up from deep in his throat. ]

[ Oh, okay, she can get behind a little hair pulling if he's into it. And apparently he is. She tugs at his hair again when he laves his tongue against her clit, lifting her hips to press herself into his mouth.

She tugs again when he makes that sound and it vibrates sensitive skin, his tongue inside of her and only making her wetter by the second.]

Oh fuck...

[ That's exactly the reaction he's after. Her gasped cursing, the hard, purposeful grip on his hair, and the taste of her all make his head spin with arousal. He's yet to even unlace his trousers, let alone touch his cock, but he's rock hard anyway.

Still, Geralt is incredibly patient. He takes his time, enjoying bringing her pleasure with slow, deep presses of his tongue followed by shallower licks that tease over her clit. Making Margo feel good turns him on enough that the thought of releasing her to touch himself doesn't even enter his mind. ]

[ Geralt doesn't have to be that patient for too long because he's very good at what he does and she's already pretty riled up as it is. It only takes a few more moments of his mouth working at her before her breathing really picks up, her pulse races and her back bows.

She pulls at his hair hard.] Fuck, fuck... I'm gonna... come.

[ Geralt doesn't respond, of course--not verbally, at least--but hey conveys just how fine he is with this he is by continuing his efforts, breath hitching a little as Margo tugs firmly at his hair. The pain isn't unwelcome, and he only clutches harder at her in return, his fingers digging into her skin where he holds her just under her hips, the strength of his grip ensuring that she stays exactly where she is. ]

[ The bruising grip he has on her is the final straw. It's what sends her right over the edge, her hips unable to buck as her whole body goes tense and she lets out a few panting breaths that are a mixture of moans and laughter as heat and pleasure floods her body.]

[ She may not be able to move her hips, but Geralt can feel her straining against his grip as her body tries to do so anyway. But he holds fast, working her through her orgasm with concentrated flicks of his tongue against her most sensitive places. The twitch of her muscles under his hands and the sound of her voice raised in relief and pleasure sink straight down to his cock, heavy and hot.

When he finally releases her, his hands slide slowly from her ass back up to her hips, thumbs stroke tenderly over her skin. His lips press a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh before he licks her taste from them, slitted yellow eyes darting back up to her face. ]

Mm, [ he rumbles, flushed lips stretching in a smug little grin, ] I'll keep going if you sound like that every time you come.

[ She takes a few moments to enjoy that climax, panting softly as he guides her through the waves of pleasure until they start to wane. Although his touch feels electric as his hands glide along her skin, making it harder for her to come down (not that she's complaining).

Resisting the urge to fall back against the bed and just bask, she glances down at him with breathless laughter, watching him lick his lips.]

Why do you fuck me and see? I'm pretty sure I'm good for a few more.

[ Honestly, that sounds like the best plan he's ever heard. ]

Good, [ he growls. ] Pretty sure I can give you a few more.

[ Geralt lets his hands fall away from her slowly, stroking all the way down the outside of her thighs before he gets his feet under him and stands. His fingers go immediately to the laces of his trousers, undoing them with practiced, efficient movements. As soon as they're loosened enough to allow it, he pushes the fabric far enough down his hips to free his cock, which he gives a cursory stroke. At this point, even the touch of his own hand is so welcome he has to bite back a groan. ]

How do you want it?

[ She watches him stand with hungry eyes despite having just gotten exactly what she was looking for. And when she sees his cock freed is his trousers, her lips curve in a pleased, impish way, licking her lips and dragging her teeth over her bottom lip as she considers his question.

It doesn’t take long for her to move, getting up on her knees and reaching for him. Her mouth finds his for a heated kiss before she whispers the words: ] Get on your back. I’m going ride you until you can’t see straight.

[ She moves off the bed so he can get on it properly. ]

[ He likes that look on her face nearly as much as he likes the sound of her instructions. And he certainly isn't going to make her wait. Without even pausing to discard his boots or to entirely remove his pants, he settles on the bed as soon as she moves away, laying with his head and shoulders propped up against the pillow at the head. ]

C'mon, [ he urges, eager to feel the slickness of her body around him, wet as he's made her. ] Wanna see how hard you'll come on my cock.

Promises, promises-- [ she teases him as he settles on the bed, her eyes unabashedly lingering on his cock as he does so. For all that she's just teased him, she's pretty fucking sure she'll come again with him inside of her.

The very moment he's settled, she's climbing back on the bed, her own boots still on as she straddles his waist. Her hand moves to her mouth, tongue sliding along her fingers and palm before she reaches between them to curl her hand around his cock. He's hard enough that she doesn't really need to encourage him further but it's fun to feel the taut skin slide along her fingers.

However, she's not keen on denying either one of them the pleasure of having him inside of her, so after a moment, she moves to align their bodies just so, before sinking slowly down upon him with a gentle groan, one that's a combination of pleasure and relief.]

[ It's a relief that she doesn't spend long teasing. Now that he's here under her with her hand around his cock, he feels wild with the need to be inside her. Just as he reaches up to grip her hips roughly where he had before, she sinks down onto him. His breath hitches as he slides into her smooth as silk, inch by inch. ]

Fuck. [ The word is bitten out, harsh and breathy. With a flex of his hips he rocks up into her, perhaps a little impatient after so much self-imposed denial. She's wet and hot around him, and beautiful where she perches over him, dark curls around her face and spilling over her shoulders, lips full and flushed around a groan.

Geralt's heels dig into the mattress and his fingers tighten around her hips, digging into her soft flesh. He stops himself from moving again, allowing her the chance to set her own pace. She said she'd ride him until he couldn't see straight, and he's inclined to let her do that. ]

[ She likes the way that word sounds, dragged from his lips simply by the pleasure of being inside of her. But that is certainly not the only thing she enjoys about this moment.

She is very much a fan of the way he feels inside of her and the moan that follows is further proof of that.] Yeah... we're going to do that. [ They are definitely going to fuck. She pants the words out, one hand moving to rest on his chest, nails biting at his skin as she grinds her hips against him, taking him as deep as she can manage.

Margo doesn't linger, moving to rock her hips, to start to ride him with slow, hard motions, lifting up on her knees only to crash back down upon him.]

[ Several sensations come together at once to make Geralt's head spin and rip a low groan from deep in his chest: the scratch of her nails against his chest, the slick friction of her cunt along his cock as she begins to ride him, and the sound of her voice, breathy and clearly affected. He grunts softly as her ass meets his hips on the down stroke, burying him deep before she lifts up again.

Watching her move over him is mesmerizing. His eyes, hazy but strangely focused, drift up along her body, appreciating the sway of her hips, the movement of her breasts, the long graceful line of her neck, and the flush of exertion in her face. His hands slide down from her hips, resting on her thighs instead to give her more freedom.

He still doesn't know who she is, exactly, but he definitely knows he got lucky. ]

Yeah, [ he pants, ] fuck me. That's it.

[ She likes the way it feels to have him watch her, to feel his eyes on her body as she starts to move above him. It feels almost as good as it does to have him inside of her.

His voice draws a moan from her, the words send a thrill up her spine and heat where their bodies meet. She rakes her nails along his chest again because he seems to like it and she likes it too.

Rolling her hips a little harder, she flips her head back, moving to smooth her hair over her shoulder as she bites her lip, trying to quiet some of the sounds she's making before she decides she doesn't give a fuck. ]

Gods damn, your cock feels good. [ she lifts a hand to fondle her own breast.] Touch me. I want come with you inside of me.

[ He can't refuse a request like that. Hasn't been able to refuse anything she's requested of him, actually, but right now this seems especially important. She sounds like she's finally letting go, moaning freely as she rocks over him.

It's simple enough to slide a hand from her hip down over her belly, sliding down until he can rub a calloused thumb in concentrated circles over her swollen clit.

And though he knows he's supposed to be letting her dictate the pace, Geralt can't help but shift his hips up against her each time she slides down onto his cock, providing a counterpoint to her movements. She feels incredible, all slick, hot friction and pressure as her cunt squeezes around him. His balls are tight and his cock is throbbing, but he wants to feel her come on him like this. ]

[ Margo is not going to complain a partner who actively participates. No one wants to fuck a pillow queen... at least Margo sure doesn't. And when his thumb presses against that bundle of nerves, she lets out a greedy sort of humming sound, her head falling back with pleasure.

As he moves with her, she starts to move harder, all but slamming herself down upon him with rough thrusts of her own hips, grinding motions when she feels a particular tingle or urge to do so.

It doesn't take much longer for her to come again, not when she never fully came down from the first orgasm, not with him touching her as she rides him. His name doesn't fall from her lips as she comes because she doesn't know it and somehow that's hotter. Instead it's just a steady stream of dirty words and curses as she bounces on top of him, her body tightening around his finally as she literally rides out her orgasm.]

[ She reacts beautifully to his touch, grinding against his hand, down onto his cock, and taking what she needs. There isn't anything gentle or soft about it; it's all electric, bright and hard and immediate. She's energetic and needy, and it's all he can do to keep up with her, bracing against the mattress and holding her hip steady as he rocks up into her.

And when she comes, cursing and moaning as she squeezes around his cock, he's so close himself that he can feel the white-hot pull of that edge nearing, that tension low in his belly. He fucks her through her orgasm, rubbing slowly at her sensitive clit as he grinds deep inside her. ]

Shit, [ he curses, a breathless rasp. Almost, almost. ] Look at you.

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dammit gmail. DON'T STEAL MY NOTIFS

omg that's a mood

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