MINGLE 001

[erkumods]

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! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[gossipkinesis]

[ He's not the only one sticking to the truth at the moment. Margo might be a magician but whatever's in the air, punch or whatever got to her just as easily. It's not like Margo has an issue with being honest or speaking her mind but when she spots him across the room, whatever urge she might have felt to be subtle dissipates.

Setting her empty drink glass down on a nearby counter, she makes her way to him and plucks another from a random tray.]

Fuuuuck me. [ She pauses.] Seriously, fuck me. You are fucking perfect.

[theriomorphism]

[It's the scent that has him turning before she speaks, and he feels a snort barely stopped at her words. He gives her a wide grin as he dips his head in an appreciative bow.]

Well, I can only hope to claim ownership to the expletive addition to that, thank you. That's more of a show than a tell. But you, my dear, are delightful yourself. In a good mood, I presume?

[gossipkinesis]

[ Margo's usually much less bull in a china shop kind of gal, being subtle is part of the hunt, the fun part. But right now, she finds herself unable to hold back whatever thought crosses her mind.]

I am very delightful in many ways. [ at his question, she shrugs, taking a sip of her drink before she answers.] Not thrilled about being fucking kidnapped to some other realm or world but at least there's booze.

[theriomorphism]

I can't say that anyone here's thrilled about winding up in such a limited and dilapidated area. I'm hardly pleased. I prefer something more scenic.

[He would have been more pleased to find himself in an area with more greenery. Something taken over by nature. It was the apocalyptic air to the place that sent a shiver up his spine.]

Though, now I'm curious as to just how many ways you can be delightful.

[gossipkinesis]

Yeah, the dystopian/apocalyptic theme is overdone. [ It really has and she wasn't really sure what to make of the robots but she was keeping a wide berth for now and rolling with the punches until she can figure out a way back home. A real way.

For now... fun. And she smirks at his last words.]

It depends on what kind of delights you're looking for-- [ She takes a step closer, her gaze openly heated. She felt no urge to play it coyer than this, in fact, she felt the urge to be completely honest.] Just so you know... I wasn't speaking in hyperbole, completely, when I said "fuck me".

[theriomorphism]

[It was her scent that drove it home. Lust. Arousal. A spiking musk that was sweet and lingered in the air around her that had him leaning in a little, nostrils flaring. He also had that tickling urge to speak the first thing that came to mind instead of being a little more selective- a little more cautious about slipping things that didn't need to be slipped.]

If you're completely serious, then I've a mind to go find a quiet corner to do just that in. Semi-private, maybe. I very much like the idea of taking you up on it. Visibly so.

[Ah yes. His body was reacting to that scent...]

[gossipkinesis]

Don't I seem serious? [ Her expression is more heated than ever, confident and sure as the tone of her voice. She doesn't know what he is yet but he wouldn't be her first werewolf (Don't think about Josh, Margo). And yes, he can definitely smell arousal because it's there, she wants this man standing before her. He's strikingly hot and she feels completely impatient to fuck him.

She presses her smaller frame to his, making it clear she's ready to do this.] I don't care who sees or doesn't.[ She doesn't know his name and while she isn't thinking of it, that's one of the boxes on her damn bingo card. Anonymous and semi-private sex isn't a new thing for a girl who enjoys herself as much as Margo does.]

I'll say it again... Fuck me.

[theriomorphism]

As you wish.

[He moved to wrap an arm around her, pulling her in close, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him if she wanted. He hoped she would, but he wouldn't have any issue with carrying her just as he was.

He wasn't thinking about his card at all; his sexual preferences and needs weren't things he opted to use to tick off on a chart. Perhaps they'd give him ideas, but there'd been a lot on his little card. One of them had him concerned, if only because of the implications- but that was for another time.

He started to walk towards one of the more private sections of the area, something with a darker hollow in a recess, somewhere he could find something to lean on, to let her lean on to accommodate their needs. She'd be able to feel just how willing he was for her demands. He leaned in and let his nose drag against hers, breathing in her scent, tongue coming out to flick over her lips.]

Preferences?

[gossipkinesis]

How very Princess Bride of you-- [ she laughs a bit as he lifts her off the ground with ease. Her legs move to do as he wants her to, wrapping around his waist, hands moving to his shoulders.

And she pays no mind to who might be watching them, she already knows that there are others doing the same thing... It was that kind of party after all. It reminded her of a few of the hedonistic parties she'd thrown with Eliot back home.

There's no doubt she's pleased with his choices, with how hard he feels in every way as he sets her on some kind of high ledge. She lets her tongue slide briefly against his.]

Might need a little more help to catch up with you, big boy.

[theriomorphism]

Easily done.

[He set her down and moved to pull his shirt off over his head, handing it to her as he did.]

Set it on the ledge there so you've something not so chilled to sit on once I remove your trousers and get you... caught up.

[gossipkinesis]

[ She's not so horny that she can't appreciate a gentlemanly act. Her smirk turns a bit tender for a moment before she lets herself tease him a little, although making clear in her tone she doesn't object to his offer.] Aren't you a gentleman?

[ She does as she's told for now, moving to set it down and reaching to find the zipper at the side of her pants, tugging it down for him... while very much appreciating the view before her.]

Damn... your body is so good.

[theriomorphism]

I can play the role when it's called for. Manners never hurt anyone.

[He'd been raised right, Margo.

He moved his hands to her waist, helping her lower those velvety pants down. The color was like the wine she'd been drinking earlier, and he was careful as he slid them down and moved to help her step out of them. Another thing he'd learned in his thirty years was that women liked their clothes, and while men were fine with dropping things on the ground and picking them up later, women preferred to avoid dirt and smudges.]

You smell lovely...

[The scent of her sex was stronger as he knelt before her, her arousal making his mouth water as he slid his hands up to her thighs.]

[gossipkinesis]

[ Margo was a bit of a clotheshorse so yes, the care he took not to rip or dirty the only clothes she had from home was appreciated, very much. She tucks her pants into a corner of what she will start to call a sex ledge because what the fuck else was it for, right?

His words (and the way he kneels before her) earn him a quiet, pleased hum. She appreciates a man who relishes going down on a woman that much, she rarely tolerated any that wouldn't.

She wasn't a pillow queen, however. She reaches out to touch his hair as she steps to spread her legs further.] Let me help you get a taste. [ Shifting, she gives his hair a gentle tug, testing the waters to see what he might like.]

[theriomorphism]

[He was certainly fine with a tug or more to his hair. Expressions of passion were always welcome. He slid his hand around to her leg, lifting it gently to instigate her resting it over his shoulder. It would steady her and give them both something to hold on to. He looked up at her as he let his stubble graze along the inside of her thigh, tongue leaving a wet trail as he moved closer to her sex.]

Your assistance is appreciated.

[gossipkinesis]

[ Margo is more than flexible thanks to yoga and other activities, it's easy enough to lift her leg to drape over his shoulder, her hand moving to rest on the sex ledge for better balance.

Her gaze meets with his as he teases her further, her body pulsing with the need for more but she isn't going to beg.] I do what I can so you can do me.

[theriomorphism]

Ah, right. The demand for fucking. How could I forget?

[He gave her a quick flash of a grin, then moved to drag his tongue against her cunt, parting her folds and pointing the tip of it to circle around her clit. The heady scent and taste of her set his own arousal thrumming.]

[gossipkinesis]

It was a direct request-- [ she corrects with her own grin before her expression shifts, his tongue dragging against sensitive skin. Her hand finds his hair again to grip as she tries her best not to shift her hips too much, wanting him to continue unhindered.]

That's a great start.

[theriomorphism]

[He doesn't answer as his mouth is currently busy, lips sealing to her skin to let him suck at her, tongue licking further back to explore the silky wetness of her labia, her entrance dipping to let his tongue prod at before he hums around the seal he's made around her clit.]

[gossipkinesis]

[ She's rocking her hips a little into his mouth, her fingers curling tightly into his hair as he works on getting her feeling good. Her eyes roll shut and she moans after a moment when he hums against that sensitive bit of her body.]

Fuck.

[theriomorphism]

[The movement lets him know he's on the right track. He sucks and licks at her, tongue flicking back and forth over her clit, then dipping back as he tips his head back to let it dip into her, fucking her orally for a small moment before he was back to sucking at her. When he started to focus on her clit again, he moved a hand up to press a finger up into her. Slow, careful, crooking as he sought for the place that would buck her hips.]

[gossipkinesis]

[ She's got no complaints about the way he's doing things, no complaints at all. In fact, she's quite happy to let him know that he's doing just fucking great with the way she moans and the way she tugs his hair every so often. The longer he goes, the more her breathing picks up, one hand moving to palm at her own breast through the fabric of her top.

Her hips quirk when his finger slips inside of her and her eyes flutter shut with a longer moan.] Gods... your mouth is fucking delicious.

[theriomorphism]

[The next sound that left him was closer to a purr, something that vibrated against her body as he sucked at her, turning one finger into two. The hair tug sent a jolt down to his cock, his erection throbbing in his trousers as he flicked his tongue in time to the movement of his fingers. Appreciation was good. He liked being appreciated- vain kitty that he was. But he genuinely enjoyed when his partners were vocal. He could pick up a lot from scent and body language, but vocal praise was something he didn't have to focus on and be aware enough to pick up. It just was.]

dammit gmail. DON'T STEAL MY NOTIFS

[gossipkinesis]

[ She starts rocking her hips a little into the movement of his fingers and tongue because it feels too good not to. And she can't help but encourage him with soft moans and gentle (but progressively rougher) tugs of his hair.

No one has ever accused Margo of not being responsive. And yes, she can be difficult to please but if you knew what you were doing? It wasn't too hard to make her come.

More than once.

He was doing a great job and he could probably tell by the way her breathing was picking up, her body was heating up and she was getting wetter by the moment that she could come soon.]

Do I taste good? You want me to come?

this is what gmail does. it is known.

[theriomorphism]

[Two fingers thrust up a little further, crooking and flicking inside her, his eyes looking up the line of her body as his tongue writhed over her clit, tasting salty sweet musk as her body got closer to her pleasure.

Answering vocally was a bit out of the question just then, but he figured that continuing what he was doing was as good an answer as any.]

very rude

[gossipkinesis]

[ Sure is a good answer and she honestly wasn't expecting one, she just felt the need to speak. And as her hips quirk and her free hand slides up her own body, she moans low.

It doesn't take much longer for her to come undone, to come just like they both wanted her to. And it's with tension in her back and a tight grip of his hair she comes and her head falls back with a moan.]