MINGLE 001

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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! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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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[ No, she has nothing to be ashamed of at all. In fact, Geralt is deeply grateful for the unobscured view. Margo is gorgeous cast in the soft light from the lamp in the corner, making her skin glow golden. He'd have gladly admired for much longer had she not turned and given him another task. But the curve of her spine is lovely as well, and he traces calloused fingers over the small of her back on his way to his destination.

Zippers are absolutely not a thing he knows anything about, so he's grateful for her guidance. Despite being unfamiliar, it's very straightforward and he makes quick work of it.

The warmth of her skin draws him in. He moves to fit himself against her back, peeling her pants over the bell of her hips and down her thighs, somehow managing to touch a great deal more of her than the actual fabric. Leaning down, he presses his lips to her neck, nosing along the line of her jaw. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ Ten points to Griffindor! He managed to get the zipper down without much effort (not that it was difficult but hey... who knows) or fanfare. And when she feels his body press against her back, she draws in a pleasured breath, feeling the warmth of him radiating against her own skin.

The touch is welcome and intoxicating, his fingers are large, calloused and different from the person whose hands should be touching her right now. She pushes Josh from her mind right now, he wouldn't hold this against her. He couldn't.

Her eyes close with a hum and she shimmies her hips just enough to help the fabric slide down her legs so she can step out of it, her heeled boots still on but who the fuck cares right now, as his lips touch her skin and he presses closer.

She turns her head just enough to encourage him further, her hips pressing back against his to show her continued interest, one hand moving to find his to guide it back up her body, wanting to feel that touch more.]

[decoctions]

[ Geralt doesn't mind the boots at all. The little boost they give her makes it easier for him to press forward against the curve of her ass as she shifts back against him, against he laces of trousers that are beginning to grow noticeable tigther.

One hand splays across her stomach, as the other, guided back up her body, cups a breast in his palm. He squeezes gently as his thumb rubs a rougher, deliberate circle over her nipple.

With her blessing, his lips trail further down her throat as he sinks deeper into the sensory experience of being near her. Her pulse is beginning to pick up; he can feel it beneath his lips and pounding in his ears. She smells incredible, but entirely unfamiliar; no well-remembered perfume clinging to her skin or hair.

It's fine. She isn't the only one with someone else somewhere else. But Geralt is used to this; it's more common these days to be apart than together. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ It's true, without the boots he'd tower over her even more than already was and this way, she can feel the length of his body in all the right places. She's still got a thong on but otherwise, she's completely bare for him to touch and so he does, even more with her silent instruction.

Her heart is starting to beat a little faster, her pulse seemingly skipping a beat when his thumb sides across her nipple. She lets out a greedy sort of him at that, her hand leaving his to reach up and bury itself into his hair, encouraging his mouth's work as his hands wander.]

[decoctions]

[ A sound is torn from Geralt's throat as she anchors a hand in his hair, a groan that fills his chest and is muffled only a little against her neck. It's just the encouragement he needs to explore her further, dragging his mouth along her throat with an edge of teeth as his fingers tighten around her breast, pinching firmly at her nipple. With every deep breath he draws he can smell her increasing arousal, which only serves to heighten his own.

The hand on her belly slides lower as his fingers trail down over her hip to brush along her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin and tracing just along the edge of the fabric still covering her. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ He isn't the only one making sounds, a softer one escapes her lips as he groans against her skin, his mouth leaving a trail of heated skin in its wake. Her eyes flutter shut as he uses his teeth, her hips arching back against his to encourage both that and the way he touches her nipple.

And when his hand comes dangerously close to where she'd like more attention, she draws in a sharper breath.] More. I want more.

[decoctions]

[ That demand shakes something loose in him. He breathes in sharply, then presses another heated kiss to her throat--almost gratefully--as she grinds back against him. His cock has begun to press more insistently against the laces of his trousers, but he makes no move to relieve that pressure.

She wants more. He can't deny her.

His hand slides inward, slipping beneath the fabric to touch her where she wants it. Two rough fingers rub gently over her sex in a slow rocking motion. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ His hands are deliciously rough, those fingers have seen some hard times and she's not about to complain at how it feels for him to touch her sensitive skin. Her eyes roll shut as a moan escapes her lips.

She grinds her hips again, pressing back against him but not wanting to rid herself of the friction he's giving her.] I said more.

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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?

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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.]

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[ 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. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[gossipkinesis]

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.

[decoctions]

[ 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. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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...

[decoctions]

[ 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. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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.

[decoctions]

[ 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. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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.]

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[ 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.

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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.

[decoctions]

[ 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?

[gossipkinesis]

[ 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. ]

[decoctions]

[ 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.