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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job!

No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike.

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II. Ruins

While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!

The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy.

When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot.

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III. Ritual

Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire.

Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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I was... this isn't where I was...

[ He looks so confused, and then it hits him all at once. This place was not playing around with the temptations and damn if Mollymauk wasn't already a hedonist addicted to everything fun, he might have passed out.

Faces, bodies, smiles, laughter and a hundred erotic images is just smacked into his brain as hard as a punch from Beau (wrong person to think about, gods no).

Stumbling a bit, Molly looks over at Fjord. His eyes are a bit glazed over, but that's hard to tell on him. ]

Hey... fuck, come here. Please come here darling, I just... I need you. I want you so much, Fjord, please.

[ Better get him off (lol) those stairs, paladin boy. ]

You dumb bastard ...

[ Making it up onto the dais he reaches out to try and herd Molly off it, an arm around his back. He's never been the subject of Molly's affections but he thinks the guy would be a lot less dreamy about it if he were, so it's not difficult to see how badly Molly has been affected. ]

You don't, trust me. You're all headfucky drugged like I was with the aphro snacks, come on ... Down the stairs now.

Come on baby, that's it...

[ He's definitely out of it, even if the overwhelming attraction isn't coming completely out of nowhere. (Everyone in the Mighty Nein is too hot.) It's not exactly how Molly would go about seducing Fjord, though. ]

But I do want you. Not just now, I've always... fuck, you're so gorgeous, I want to suck your cock, I want you to fuck my face.

[ Smiling like a fool, he's less herded and more gravitating towards Fjord in order to touch. At least it means that he'll follow? ]

I'll be the best you've ever had, I'll let you do anything to me, just please touch me.

[ Swallowing a lump in his throat along with a wealth of surprise, he coaxes Molly down and offers his hands to steady him. ]

Just ... Just follow me, Molly, it's not far.

[ His cheeks are hot with a blush he can't will away after crass offers like that, prioritising getting Molly to safety over ruminating on them. ]

You'll feel better once we're off the trail, I'll lead you all the way down.

Mm, private... private place where I can choke on your cock? It would be better if we did it up there, though. Would be so perfect, you can grab my horns and everything.

[ He takes the offered hands as he comes down and immediately uses them to pull himself into Fjord's arms, trying to get his hands under the armor. Molly's so hard it almost hurts, and is definitely trying to show that with the way he's rutting slightly on a half-orc thigh.

Someone should not be having any aphro when they're already a really horny bastard, let alone heavy sex possession. ]

Touch me, Fjord. Please.

Oh, gods.

[ Molly is handsy as hell on a normal day but this, this is horny tiefling on aphrodisiacs and a squeak leaves Fjord's throat as he feels him rubbing up against him. Absolutely ... absolutely not letting those mental images stick in his head, no. No way! Fuck. ]

Okay, okay, here we go, I'm touching you!

[ He panics and scoops Molly up into his arms bridal-style, the only way he can think of getting them both out of danger in a hurry. ]

It's alright, shit, you're going to hate how much I'll make fun of you for this later. You really need to breathe, okay? Breathe for me, deep breaths. We're going down the steps now.

[ Oh, yes. Perfect, he's in Fjord arms and can put his own around that neck, leaning in to kiss anything he can reach. He hates that armor with passion, there's nothing he can really touch! ]

Mmm... I'm breathing. Aaaah~

[ Molly moans with a chuckle, wetting his lips with his twin-tipped tongue. ]

See?

You're not this bad even when you're drunk.

[ He tilts his head away as much as he can while Molly is dropping kisses everywhere, but there's nowhere to really go as Fjord concentrates more on his footing and the physical strain of carry another person's weight.

That forked tongue gets a second look, then is steadfastly ignored as Fjord's cheeks darken further. ]

When I set you down, can you do that blood trick you pulled before? Purge your system? I don't know what else to do with you.

I'm not drunk! I just... I saw so many things, I want that bliss.

[ He's smiling, giving up on trying to touch Fjord and instead touching himself, sliding his hands down his chest and his body.

The question makes him pause for a moment, and then he laughs. ]

Why... why would I? I didn't take anything. I just want to fuck. It was just... like something told me. Showed me.

[ Despite being held tightly against Fjord he somehow still manages to get a hand between his own legs?? ]

You know you want me, too. I know you've looked at me, you'd love to shove your cock into me and fuck me until I'm screaming your name.

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[ His strength gives out just as he stumbles onto the ground, lowering Molly awkwardly so he can avoid touching any part of him currently getting busy with ... himself.

I know you've looked at me. Fuck's sake.

He shakes him a little by the shoulders. ]

Molly! You're under a spell, you have to resist it. No matter what you saw it wasn't real, none of it.

[ Molly whines as he loses body contact with Fjord, but when the half-orc shakes him by the shoulders, he's a little confused. ]

Spell?

[ He can't think, so overly aroused that it hurts. ]

I need you. Fjord, please... I need...

[ Groaning, he can't stop touching himself even while he's begging for Fjord to do it for him. It's a mess that might embarrass even Mollymauk Tealeaf after this. ]

[ Whatever enchantment it is, there has to be a way to break it. The damn island gave them guides as to what it wants, the little interactive boards with prompts. Fjord mentally runs through the tamest he remembers from his and only steps back into Molly's space once his mind is set. ]

If this doesn't work ... Well, this wasn't how I wanted it to happen anyway.

[ Muttering the last bit to himself, he wraps an arm around Molly's waist and cups his cheek, leaning down until their noses touch and Fjord's lashes shutter. ]

Sorry.

[ There was a prompt for kissing. Fjord can't remember all the details but he drags Molly in close and for the duration of being kissed within an inch of his life, lips and tongue and tusks, Fjord lets him grind and groan as much as he needs.

Thirty seconds go by before he pulls his mouth away with a wet smack, dizzy with adrenaline. His hand has slid into Molly's hair, cradling his head as Fjord looks down with slit eyes blown wide; he's not unaffected either but the responsibility weighs on him too much to lose his mind right now. ]

Are you okay? Did it work?

[ Molly's so aroused that he's barely following what Fjord's saying, but as soon as those lips meets his own he latches on to the half-orc to kiss back like he's going to die if they're not. Each kiss, each lick and hint of those tusks draw both intense pleasure from him but clearing his mind at the same time.

An especially hungry one finally brings him release as he chokes his cry against those lips - and then Molly's red eyes widen as the haze disappears. ]

Fjord...?

[ Molly's face goes from pale to deep purple, pulling away. ]

I'm sorry, I... fuck, are you alright?

[ ... Well. That sure is a thing that just happened. Just gonna do clean-up (nope, don't think of it like that, wow). ]

Oh, good. You're ... It's fine, we're fine. You're okay now, buddy.

[ He flips his hands free to unclasp his cloak, swirling it around Molly to help cover up his, ah. State. Those poor leggings.

Fjord impresses himself with how stable his voice is. ]

Let's get you down this hill, Molly.

[ There are not a lot of things that can embarrass Mollymauk Tealeaf, yet here he is, ruddy and wide-eyed as he remembers everything he said. There's nothing he can really say to save this, though, and he's grateful for the cloak to hide his messy leggings. ]

...thank you.

[ He withdraws a bit, legs a little unsteady but not wanting to lean to Fjord right now. The very knowledge that he just essentially forced himself on his poor friend is enough to make him nauseous, and he has to lean over to retch at the side of the road. ]

[ Fjord lets him gather his senses, unable to keep his gaze averted when Molly retches. He has a water bottle in his bag and offers it up. Pretends he isn't compartmentalising on a grand scale, prioritising Molly's care.

Everything else can wait. He would have hated it if that had been him. ]

If we head back to the house we can make it before sundown. You ... should relax for a while. I'll make dinner. Lock up.

Okay. Okay.

[ He takes that waterbottle and rinses his mouth with a swig, eyes not quite able to meet Fjord's. He fucked it up badly, and he wouldn't be surprised if his friend distanced himself after this.

Sure, he was very much attracted to Fjord, but this was definitely putting a stop to that line of ideas to slowly seduce him. At least he hopes so, because Molly never wanted to hurt his roommate. ]

It's okay, we're getting out of here.

[ He'll come back to yell at the ghosts on his own, maybe. Maybe not. Molly really was manipulated as hell and that was incredibly off-putting to see, not entirely due to the lasciviousness but the forced nature of it when Fjord knows Molly better than that.

He gestures for him to take the lead, wanting to be behind so he can protect him from any lingering pushes or shoves where his friend can't see them coming.

The awkward silence between them, after Molly's upset, is the worst. ]

[ He's quiet all the way home, which a miracle for Molly, and once he steps inside he heads for the room with the bath to take off his leggings and rinse them.

He can't feel sorry for himself, here. He was not the most wounded party.

Not really owning any smallclothes, he covers himself with the coat, walking out of the room to hang them up somewhere. ]

[ It's not all about Fjord, he reminds himself of that as he keeps his eyes off Molly (I know you've looked at me) and on the road, saying something about getting dinner started once they're back at the house. It's not about how Fjord's brain keeps melting when he thinks about the press of Molly against him and the way it felt to kiss him, shaking off those memories like the guilty, sullied things they are. It's definitely not about how, for a split-second (or thirty) he may have enjoyed the way it felt to have ... everything he did in his arms. ]

You're disgusting. Stop. None of it was real.

[ Muttering under his breath, he gets back to roasting them some goose and adding some grapes to the finished platter. He knocks on the master bedroom's door, not knowing if it's okay to waltz right in as he usually would. ]

Molly? Hey, ah. I've got you something to eat.

[ He doesn't know what's worse - having done this to Fjord or the fact that he really, really liked kissing him. He's ruined it all, though. Why did he get so close? How could he not have noticed he was walking up the stairs?

Molly's not expecting Fjord to knock on the door and bring him food, and he looks over at the half-orc with a wan smile. ]

I... thank you. You don't need to do this. I'll...fuck, I'm so sorry, Fjord.

[ He should move the extra mattress out of this room and sleep in the bed it belonged to. ]

I never wished to hurt you this way.

I'm not hurt, sorry to break it to you but your dick's not that powerful.

[ He keeps the tone light, offering a chagrined smile. The plate is set down on the bedside table and he straightens as casually as he can, hands on hips. Should probably be an adult; Molly's the one who was enchanted, who had his autonomy taken away. Fjord is just ...

Well. Never mind that can of worms right now. ]

Listen, it's fine. What happened ... It was those bastard ghosts messing with you, I know that. We're good. Just tell me if you need anything to feel better. Getting manipulated like that must have been awful.

[ He can't help the slight chuckle at that, partially wanting to quip back and say that he has many people vouching for how powerful his dick is.

Probably not the best idea right now. ]

It wasn't... pleasant. Well, I felt good about all of it until I came to my senses. You didn't... I'm sorry I coerced you into something like that. It wasn't right.

[ Even if Molly liked it. A lot. ]

You didn't know what you were doing. It's really, you know. It's fine.

[ He doesn't have another word for it right now, Fjord is still compartmentalising. ]

I'll take the first watch and let you get some rest.

[ That's probably more appropriate. ]

[ Molly's quiet for a long time, and then he nods. ]

Alright. I'll... I'll get the mattresses, hold on.

[ Heading towards the master bedroom, he starts dragging the bedclothes and all other pilfered things towards the other room where they had been taken from. ]

00. Arrival

I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

II. Ruins

III. Ritual

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