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

Comments

obedience; smutty or gen equally fine! go hog wild

[pawper]

I, uh—

[That doesn't sound quite right. Except it also sounds completely right, and not just because of the fuzzy warmth sparking through her synapses after one too many platefuls of "special effects"-laden food. Waiting upon others, serving them (in pretty much every way), is what Lys has always been most comfortable doing, not unlike a dog trained to heel.

So after a token moment of confusion, Lys sits across from him with an agreeable nod, absently curling in on herself ever so slightly to make the difference in their heights less obvious.]

Sure. Whatever you want.

hog wild you say

[reds]

[ He does love an obedient subject. Probably one of the worst people you could get stuck with under the influence of food that makes you their personal servant but... ah well. He's certainly not disappointed.

But she she sits across from him he shakes his head, patting the spot beside him instead. ]

Not there. Here. Do not be afraid.

[ He knows being in the presence of a Queen is rather overwhelming but he promises to be good and gentle. Probably. ]

hell ye

[pawper]

[Her mouth opens, ready to apologize for the mistake, then snaps shut again. "Don't be afraid" — three little words that are somehow just like flipping a switch, the nervous tension easing from her narrow shoulders. Her answering smile is still a touch hesitant, but more from ordinary shyness than anything else.]

Right...you're right.

[She gets up and moves closer, looking at him more directly now, ready and earnest (or so she thinks) for whatever came next.]

[reds]

That's better.

[ If nothing else, the Queen has a way of talking to people when they're in situations that might otherwise be tense.

Maybe that's why he's been given the role of the queen?
(It's because he kills people. But we can think otherwise.)

Either way, he eases his arm about her comfortably, as if it belongs there and there's nothing to do about it, tilting his head so he is closer to eye level. ]

What do I call you?

[pawper]

[This time, her reply comes immediately and without stumbling, even leaning into the arm curled around her lean frame. Tactile as she is, being touched like this for the first time, by a stranger no less—however chastely, politely—would normally come as a surprise, making her sit too straight or twitch in startled reflex.

Here, though, she's comfortable. Feels not just safe but wanted, welcomed. And why question that?]

Lys. [A beat.] Do you, um, want my last name too?

[reds]

[ He's not the best person to feel comfortable around. But it surely could be worse.

He smiles at her patiently, shaking his head. The hand against her shoulder lightly strokes at her.

Last names are quite meaningless in his position and his world, at that. ]

That's unnecessary. Lys is perfectly acceptable. It's simple but lovely.

[pawper]

[A light flush immediately rises in her thin cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. The compliment tugs at the edges of awareness, the growing cloud in her mind; normally something to be deflected, denied, dismissed out of hand with prejudice but never malice, she's finding it strangely difficult to do anything other than accept it. To Feel warmed by it.]

Thanks. [She's having trouble looking away from him, too. Blue eyes too bright, watching with a steep focus that she hasn't felt in what seemed like forever.] No one's ever......you're the first person to say that.

[reds]

[ He looks back into her eyes, studying her quietly while his hand gets perfectly comfortable touching her shoulder and down to her hip, perhaps a bit of thigh if no one's really paying attention. It's fine. ]

What? Surely not?

[ He tilts his head. Everyone knows your name is Everything. Why not comment on it? ]

Clearly I am the only person with eyes or functioning ears that you have ever met, Lys.

[pawper]

[This time, she does twitch at the intimate touch—the hand along her side, her thigh, one light squeeze all that's needed to feel bone and ropy muscle instead of curves or cushioning fat.

But it's over in a moment, less than a moment, soothed away and kept from repeating the longer she watches his face without seeing disgust reflected back.]

N-Nah, I just— [A breathless little laugh, the fluttering of a bird's wings in the moment before flight. She leans against him a little more.] I just meant no one's ever called it that. "Lovely."

[It feels strange, but not bad. Not here, like this.]

So, um....what do I call you?

sorry for the delay!

[reds]

[ Truth be told he prefers a little more meat on the bones but he's also not extremely picky at the end of the day. This is fine. And her twitching doesn't deter him right away. After all, she seems perfectly content to stay where she is. ]

And why wouldn't they? Some people don't understand the power of a name.

[ He smirks softly, leaning in so the bridge of his nose rests near her cheek. ]

I am the Queen of Hearts.

absolutely no problem, friendo

[pawper]

[He's so close. She could turn her head just slightly and kiss him, that's how close he is — and, wonder of wonders, the mere idea doesn't make her head spin until she can't breathe.]

The....the queen of hearts?

[It's definitely the gendered aspect of that title that seems to be tripping her up.....at least, at first. Unease about the whole nobility thing creeps in soon enough, pricking at her nerves like the touch of a cold hand. She was just a peasant, after all, the daughter of farmers from a long line of the same, lowly and humble.]

I've never met a queen before. [Really, the only thing keeping her from jerking away and throwing herself at his feet in a prostrate bow is the warm spell of obedience, demanding that she does what he says and not worry, not be afraid.] Should I call you Your Majesty?

[reds]

Indeed.

[ He confirms. Apparently it's not strange to him at all that he's a Queen and not a King.

Who knows really what's going on in his head at any given moment.

Aside from the fact that he realizes she is close enough to kiss, and it's very tempting. But she is also pretty much willing to do what he wants, right?

He tips his fingers under her chin, examining her a moment. ]

You can, if you like. Lys, what would you like to eat?

[pawper]

[Blue eyes widening, Lys goes absolutely still at the gentle touch, mouth opening slightly — just a fraction, enough to flash a sliver of pink tongue as she breathes out.

There's a heady moment of silence. And then:]

You.

[Her suddenly surprised and painfully awkward expression practically screams that she doesn't even know what she means by that. And yet, the deepening flush across her cheekbones suggests that a small part of her might just have some idea.]

[reds]

[ He blinks a couple of times, and then tilts his head.

And laughs a bit. ]

Aha, what an honest answer.

[ He'd been thinking of doing other scandalous things when he asked that but this also works. Obviously he's quite pleased with it. ]

Well, then get to it.

[ Normally he would 100% make the first move, but he is really in the mood to order her around and watch her squirm a bit...oops. ]

[pawper]

[There's a beat of silence where she only stares at him, stunned by his response and her own daring.

And then she's leaning in to kiss him, a chaste but eager press of her lips to his, too swept up in the heady rush of being invited, commanded, to chicken out.]

[reds]

[ He won't make her do all the work at least. Once she makes the move, he answers in kind, finishing up any lingering hesitance by pressing further against her lips. He greedily deepens it and appears to be taking all he wishes from the gesture. After all, she was so good as to comply.

If she wanted to take a little nibble here or there, he wouldn't complain either. ]

[pawper]

[What's left of her polite, careful restraint seems to dissolve under that insistent touch, mouth opening to let him take what he wants — wet and hot, embarrassingly eager. Unable to keep herself from making low, unfocused sounds of pleasure, from nipping at his bottom lip when the need for air forces them apart.

The way she stares at him is different now. Hungry, expectant.]

[reds]

[ He's most encouraged by the eagerness he feels from her, sliding his tongue along lips and teeth before he draws back slightly once he has a good taste. He seems highly amused by the situation, though he's still ever so gentle in his touch against her thigh or shoulder. ]

How obedient. Did you get your fill or are you still hungry? I can think of a few ways to fix that though most are not fit for public display.

[ he is 100% fine with public indecency though so...rip. ]

[pawper]

[The praise makes her breathing quicken, sends a shiver skittering hotly down her spine. There's no thought to hesitate, to not say what's already taken shape inside her throat.]

Still....still hungry.

[From her flushed cheeks to the way she licks the taste of him from her bottom lip, every reaction, every word is nothing but the truth, however uncharacteristically forthcoming.]

I don't....I don't care if anyone else can see.

[reds]

Oh?

[ Oh. He likes that. Whether it's some outside influence or she is simply okay with public displays of "affection" (sure, that's what they'll call it), it doesn't matter. ]

In that case, what are you waiting for?

[ He knows what she's waiting for, an order or instruction, so he's teasing a little bit. Perhaps to ensure some more comfort for her. He likes to think he's a gentle master. Of course, some subjects would disagree...

Either way, he points a finger down toward his groin. ]

Partake.

[pawper]

[It's true that she's under the sway of an obedience spell, emotions subtly altered to make her compliant to another's will. Docility and submissiveness fill her mind like a pleasant cloud, pushing out fear and uncertainty and resistance.

But.

It doesn't cause the warm thrill that shudders through her at being commanded so easily, so casually. Cannot make her want to answer that intimate directive, to fulfill it, as eagerly as she does. And it has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the soft smile Lys offers by way of reply, an obscurely grateful expression that's entirely too genuine to be faked or forced.

Looking neither left nor right, only at the Queen of Hearts, Lys eases out from under his arm and slips to the floor, moving to kneel between his legs. Her hands settle on his thighs, then slide up, up toward his groin, cupping him through the fabric — and, if not stopped, will attempt to open his fly and coax out his dick, eager to touch and cradle and stroke him into aching hardness.]

[reds]

[ That just makes it all the better for him, the genuineness she's showing. Because he rather she a willing participant if she's going to participate at all. He's never really had a problem with unwilling partners though anyway.

He watches her intently as she slides down to the floor, tilting his head only slightly so he can rest it upon his knuckles. It seems he has no intention of moving or of stopping her. If she hesitated, he would have only issued another order.

That is to say, he's already somewhat aroused so her task should hardly be difficult. Even touching through the fabric of his pants is enough to get a purr-like hum of appreciation out of him. ]

That's it. Good.

[pawper]

[The praise, however mild, has an immediate and obvious effect: her shoulders lift, her smile widens, the motion of her hands grows bolder still. Though far from masterful, there's a degree of skill and experience in the way she touches him, one hand delicately cupping his balls in her warm, calloused palm. The other, she licks twice before guiding it up and down his shaft, pumping him from base to tip in slow, slick rhythm.

Yes, Lys has done this kind of thing before. Learned how before she fully understood the mechanics of pleasuring her own body, to no one's surprise.]

When you said "partake"....[quiet voice, pleased voice, tongue briefly swiping at her bottom lip] ....I hope you don't mind if I take that literally.

[reds]

[ The roughness of her palms is new to him. He 'consorts' with his trump soldiers all the time. But honestly, they're not seasoned veterans, they're all beautiful women, and they don't do a lot of hard labor most of the time. That's now how Wonderland is.

Needless to say, he's really enjoying himself. A pleasant girl, who's the kind of attractive that doesn't make him want to throttle rather than caress, her eager touches, the look on her face. How lovely. He laughs a bit though at her comments, shaking his head. ]

Not at all. It's what I expect.

[pawper]

[Her pleased, gratified smile widens even further. She squeezes him gently—delicate pressure all along his length that tightens, then relaxes. Tightens and relaxes again, hard enough to be exciting without skirting the edge of pain. If there was a time to feel self-conscious, to worry about being seen and watched and judged by the people around them, it's long since flown past.]

Good.....that's good. Being on the same page, I mean.

[Her head dips, hair brushing his thighs as she presses a kiss to the base of his shaft. Then another, and another, butterfly teases that dissolve into the hot, wet slide of her tongue moving up, up, up the underside of his dick. Swirling it around the head, lapping at the slit.

Watching his face through her lashes, still smiling, Lys takes his length into the wet heat of her mouth, swallowing it down without a thought paid to gag reflex or the need for air.]