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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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[ 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.

[ For a long series of moments, she's blinded to everything except for the encompassing heat of pleasure as it courses through her. She is ravenous in her need to chase that feeling, to draw it out as long as possible and she is greedy in the way she keeps moving her hips even as her body demands she take a break, to savor it.

He's still touching her, he's still fucking her and dimly she knows he's not done yet, that she'd made him a promise, one she intended to keep once she got hers once more.

His voice brings her back and she lets out a breathless, moaning laugh, her hips grinding lazily above his. ] I was supposed... [ she takes in an uneven breath.] supposed to fuck you until you couldn't see straight. [ Her voice is breathless as her wits come back to her and she can feel him still inside of her, hard and eager.

Her hands drop to his chest, nails dragging down his chest, biting at his skin, sliding over the scars there. Her body is still pulsating, sensitive but she isn't about to reneg on her offer. she moves, her hands going to the backs of his thighs, her body bowing back as her hips grind hard and lift, giving him an even better view of the way their bodies are joining, the sight of him sliding in and out of her.]

Tell me if this doesn't suit.

[ He'd be pressed to find anything to complain about. Without missing a beat, Margo continues to fuck herself down on his cock, as hard and demanding as before she'd come. He hisses sharply when her nails dig into his chest, dragging stinging red lines down his pale skin; she can probably feel the way his cock twitches inside her as the pain anchors him in his body, forces him to feel every sensation with that much more intensity.

His hands fall to both of her hips, guiding her movements to direct her into the rhythm that feels best to him now, fast and deep. She looks beautiful when she arches back, and he admires the elegant curve of her back before his attention is drawn down, where she's really letting him see where where he's fucking her, watching each thrust bury his cock to the hilt inside her.

She's still coming down from her orgasm, squeezing gently around him. He was so close already, he can't last long like this with her doing everything she can to get him off. And he wouldn't dream of disappointing her by holding back now.

With a grunt and a harsh curse Geralt drags her down onto his cock and comes hard enough that, true to her word, his vision briefly loses focus. He spills into her with thick pulses, hips rolling upward, though his grip has loosened enough to allow her to control the pace as she works him through his peak. His mouth falls open on a harsh, panting breath, and he looks up at her through hazy, half-lidded eyes. ]

[ She takes whatever direction he gives, moves with the way his hands pull at her body, eager to make him come, to keep her word. They move together at a hungry pace, it's nearly impossible to catch her breath now. And that dizzying feeling only adds to her pleasure, prolongs it as she bounces atop of him until...

She feels him come undone, feels the way his body tenses beneath hers as he slams his hips up into hers one last time with a few delicious sounds. And she keeps her hips moving, grinding down upon him, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him, savoring the heat of his release inside of her as she does.]

Fuck yeah-- [ she gasps out with a breathless smile, her hands smoothing up his chest as she slows her movements, her body barely moving in a lazy rocking motion.]

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