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TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU

00. Arrival

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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE

As the wintery weather has shifted to warmer breezes and the snow has given way to grass and baby blooms, Islanders will find the robots in a flurry as yet another holiday takes hold. The Festival of Renewal, to welcome in the season of new life and awakenings of all those that have slept the winter months away. Spring has come and so has the time where life flourishes on the Nameless Island.

Islanders will see decorations set up all over the city signifying the change in seasons (much of which happens to be elaborately decorated eggs...lots and lots of eggs) and robots will gladly ask them of any lively changes they see sprouting up around the Island, from flowers, to baby animals, to animals in the act of making baby animals...there will be quite a bit of that going on for them to catch sight of. Islanders will be encouraged to start their own gardens if they wish, with various booths set up around the city’s center offering free seeds for different plants ready to be sewn into the soil. Each booth will have full grown versions of the flowers and plants they are offering on display. You might even recognize some of them from your own worlds.

But other booths will focus on different aspects of Life and Renewal, including booths of artwork painstakingly made in vibrant expression by the robots themselves of animals in the act of enthusiastic copulation! Oh, wait...that isn’t artwork of a deer or sheep. That might just be artwork of you engaging in enthusiastic copulation...and who is that other person in the image with you? Have you met them before? It might just be one of your fellow Islanders or someone you recognize from home. Robots are selling this artwork as first come first serve, but they might make more than one copy…

Those aren’t the only booths either, as other booths will offer free swag of flavored lubes, edible underwear, as well as genitalia-shaped gummies! And then there are the gourmet chocolates being sold at the Steaming Carafe cafe in honor of the festival! Ask nicely and they’ll give you a free sample, but be warned the chocolate does have mild aphrodisiac properties, but a couple hours waiting or an Auspicious Act won’t take care of.

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II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY

The robots are also offering credits to anyone who might help them in managing the dozens of Rainbow Rabbits taking the city by storm, colorful animals that can be seen hopping and dashing through the city and the surrounding woods in a flash. Spots of color might catch your attention from the corner of your eye and you turn to see no rabbit there, but follow that and you might find an abandoned nest of leaves, twigs, or grass filled to the brim with colorful, shiny eggs of any design.

These eggs happen to look just like the hundreds of egg decorations you’ve seen all over the city...

Ask any robot and you’ll be informed that the decorations are made from the shells of these eggs after they’ve been collected and carefully broken open to remove the chocolate inside. That’s right. Chocolate eggs. Just where do you think they got the chocolate for those treats at the cafe? Carefully collect as many eggs as you can without breaking them, and turn them in to the café for your credits.

But what robots may forget to warn you about is that if you eat the chocolate straight from the egg, without it being processed first, it will not only taste delicious, but the potent aphrodisiac will be far more extreme and far more addictive. You might not be able to go a day without needing to eat more of it and achieve some carnal release. The more you eat, the shorter the timespan before you are overtaken by the unending craving. An endless cycle of heightened arousal and desire that can only be eased by orgasm...but that orgasm will be powerful, possibly the best one you’ve ever had in your life. Easy to see why they warn you about chocolate being so addictive…

Only completing an Auspicious Act or the healing waters in the Bathhouse will remove this effect. Until next time.

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III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)

Walking the booths during the festival, you might be lured in by a scent in the air. Something soft, or strong, or bitter, or sweet...a scent so familiar that you can’t help but seek out where it came from. The scent will lead you right to one of the booths where robots have bottles and bottles of perfume and cologne lined up. Perfumes they will explain are made entirely unique to each person.

That scent that caught your attention? That’s your scent. And now you have to have it. The robots will even give it to you for free. It’s a special tradition of the festival for Islanders to wear their scent and see who else might just be attracted to it. But that scent isn’t just to attract others to you, it’s to show them you’re ready to mate to whoever happens to be lured in by it. The scent will draw out your animal instincts and theirs, pushing them to stake their claim on you. They’ll want to make you theirs and theirs alone and all you will be able to think about is mating with them and being owned by them.

And if you’re attracted to their scent in turn? Well, you might feel the need to turn the tables and own them instead.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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"Gilmore is here?"

Well, at least Vax hasn't been lonely. Percy runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. He's aware of the salt crusting in it now that it's starting to dry. After a moment, he shucks off his heavy coat, still damp from his trip through the water. The reveals Animus and a rapier holstered against his hip.

Losing the coat doesn't really help relieve the rush of heat pooling low in his body. What the hell?

vax'ildan is now uncomfortably hard in his new clothes, jeans that fit tighter than his leggings and armor back home. he has to turn his back to percy for a moment to adjust and rearrange into something less tight, and when he turns back, percy's coat has been shed and oh for fuck's sake come on.

"y-yes, he's-- his room is downstairs. i've spent a lot of time in it, as i'm sure you can imagine. i've, ah... been wondering if any of you would arrive."

is it hot in here?

It's difficult not to notice the growing color in Vax's face and, unbidden, Percy's gaze flicks down and--oh. And he is distressed to realize his own body is responding eagerly. Focus, Percival.

"Well, here I am, half-drowned and salty."

He tries a smile and resolutely keeps his eyes on Vax's face after that.

oh, for fuck's sake, he noticed. this conversation seems pointless now, and for a moment, vax'ildan isn't sure what to do. he can kick percy out and deal with this on his own. he can make an advance on him that's sure to be uncomfortable. or he can just ignore it and keep the conversation going.

until percy mentions he's still wet and salty, and so vax'ildan stops thinking about it, and operates solely on autopilot. his lust, his need, the damned aphrodisiac speaks for him.

like a challenge, vax crosses the room and takes the collar of percy's shirt in his hand, wrapping a finger around it. he pulls percy close, though not roughly, and he says with a tilt to his head, "then maybe we should get you out of these clothes."

Oh. This is out of his hands the moment Vax'ildan grabs his shirt. Percy cannot ignore the rush of arousal and this--this is not the time for that. But it is impossible to ignore how Vax feels this close, and how those words sound spilling from his mouth. Percy's lips part, but for a moment he can't summon any words.

"Vax'ildan..."

It isn't quite a question, and it isn't a protest. His heart is pounding and he feels his face suffuse with heat. He tries to think of anything outside of this space, outside of this room, but his entire world is rapidly narrowing to the man standing in front of him.

hazy with aphrodisiacs, his hard cock demanding his attention, and a damned beautiful white haired man before him, it's still not hard for vax'ildan to pause, to make sure this really is something percy wants. even with all of these factors, shaun lives just downstairs, and vax can scratch this itch elsewhere.

"i won't take your clothes off of you if you don't want me to, percy," he says, still managing to sound seductive; or at least he thinks he is. his idea of it.

"but i want to. i want to get you out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable for you."

If Vax gets any closer, Percival's arousal is going to become very obvious. Vax's voice coils around his mind, gently unmooring his sense of control and propriety. And, suddenly, it is very easy to forget that he is married to Vax'ildan's sister.

He looks at Vax's mouth, aching to kiss him. He doesn't, but he does loosen the belt holding his holster and the rapier. He lets all of that join his coat.

"I can't fault that," he murmurs, voice heavy.

he wonders for a moment if that's his go-ahead, his sign to continue, but he takes another half step closer into percy's space, and he feels a very heavy press into his thigh that tells him yes, this is fine. couple it with the belt being thrown aside, and vax has all the information he needs. he presses his lips and teeth, needy and hungry, into percy's neck, bypassing the responsibility of kissing his brother-in-law entirely.

"i shouldn't--" he manages to say between hungry kisses to his skin, "we shouldn't--"

Percy just barely manages to restrain a desperate sound as Vax's mouth presses against his neck. Unthinking, his hand flies to the back of Vax's head, fingers stroking into his dark hair.

"We shouldn't," he agrees, voice strained. Their bodies brush together and every sane thought threatens to leave him. Percy swallows thickly, eyes nearly closed. Vex, he tries to remember Vex--

Percy's fingers tighten in Vax's hair to pull his head back and he presses a bruising kiss to the other man's mouth.

the kiss vax'ildan receives is crushing indeed, all force and hunger, and vax'ildan reciprocates with enthusiasm. he presses his body weight against percy, nudging him back towards the bed. the deathwalker's ward is unclipped as they kiss and vax lets his vestige flutter to the floor, the only graceful thing about any of this.

once percy is underneath vax, he climbs between his legs and starts to open percy's shirt with an impatience he's never felt. his entire body is hot, and for a moment, once he pulls percy's shirt open and remembers vex'ahlia, his sister, vex, he pauses. what would she say if she--

percy's cock, hard through his pants, catches his eye next, and now it doesn't matter.

"get this off, now."

Percy doesn't register that they're moving until his legs hit the bed and he goes down. He catches himself on his hand, but very quickly Vax is between his legs and fighting shirt buttons open.

Vax stops, and there are a few seconds in which Percy thinks he could snap back out of this. That window slams shut the moment Vax renews his efforts. He shrugs off his still-damp shirt and reaches to haul Vax into another kiss. Now that the seal is broken, it feels easy. It feels necessary, and he can't imagine doing anything else. He reaches to grab the back of Vax's thigh, trying to pull him closer.

vax’ildan can’t stop either now that he’s started, and he doesn’t want to. he has to get percy out of these clothes now, he has to kiss him back as hard as he can when callused hands stroke his hair and pull him close once again. the kiss is open mouthed and all tongue, hungry and desperate, while his own scarred hands start exploring percy’s torso. he toys with his nipples for a moment, but before long he slides thin hands down his arms until their fingers meet. the metal of percy’s wedding ring pulls vax’ildan out of the moment, just a little, but he’s sucked back in as he slots between percy’s legs again.

vax starts to set a slow grinding pace against his brother-in-law, his breath shallow and ragged against percy’s mouth. the pressure in his jeans is hard to ignore, but this will have to work for now until he can get them off.

Percy squeezes Vax's hands, then pulls his own free so that he can get Vax's pants open. The slow grind is delicious, and there is every chance he might indulge it any other time (what a dangerous thought), but right now... his mind is on one track and it is not easily diverted. He doesn't care if Vax is undressed: Percy just wants him undressed enough.

He sits up enough to push into another kiss, unyielding and insistent. As soon as he can push denim out of his way, he slips a hand beneath the last bit of fabric so he can slide his palm over Vax'ildan's cock.

vax melts back into the kiss, enjoying this game of tug of war that he and percy have made. each kiss pulls from vax, and so he makes sure to return the tug just as hard, arching into his hips and shivering with each jolt of pleasure that rockets up his spine.

there’s a hand on his cock before long, an insistent hand that continues to take and take. vax can meet him where he is, it’s no issue. vax’ildan pushes his jeans down a little further, and he guides percy’s hand around to his ass. vax has very specific needs, and he wants percy to fulfill them.

“keep touching me,” he breathes out, then copies percy’s motions, reaching between them to cup his cock and palm him through his pants.

Percy's breath catches against Vax's mouth as a hand slides over his cock. Even through the sturdy fabric of his trousers, that pressure is--it's driving him a little mad. He drags Vax into another kiss and uses that grip on Vax's ass to try to get him closer - on top of him, anything that eliminates space between their bodies.

"I don't intend to stop."

His pulse is pounding and he can't think beyond this moment. Nothing matters but the way it feels when they move against each other, nothing but the warmth of Vax's mouth and hands and the urgency coursing through both of them.

he can't get close enough, it seems. so vax kisses deeper, harder, grinds down against him rougher still. the hand on the front of his trousers moves to open them instead, and vax'ildan drags teeth down percy's neck so he can breathe without pulling away from this perfect, beautiful man, leaving love bites in his wake. thin fingers pull him free of the pressure, working his length (gods, how has he never seen percy hard before--) to it's full arousal.

"i want to ride you. okay?" he breathes out into his skin, his motions now frantic when he pulls away to get his jeans off. why'd he have to go with the skinny ones?

vax returns to percy before too long, however, unable to will himself away from his new lover. the hem of vax's shirt brushes over percy's stomach as he settles over his hips, grinding his ass against the curve of the noble's cock.

Percy's head drops back against the bed as Vax straddles his hips and rocks back against his cock. His hands slide over Vax's hips and thighs, dragging their bodies together as he rocks his hips up, chasing that sweet friction.

"We need--" Vax moves again and Percy's mind fizzles blank. He reaches up to pull Vax down into a kiss, fingers tight in his beautiful, dark hair. He can think of nothing else, but even addled as he is, he doesn't want to hurt Vax'ildan.

truthfully, at this rate, vax'ildan doesn't care much about the pain. he just wants percy inside him, and he's going to take it unless percy tells him otherwise. "we need to stop," he murmurs to finish percy's sentence, but his tone implies sarcasm, and he makes no effort to do it. she isn't even here, and her disapproving eyes and disappointed, upset, angry tone...

until percy kisses him again, and for the third time, it all melts away around him.

"fine," he breathes out, conceding defeat between breathless kisses, "finger me, but make it quick. i need you."

"Grab me oil or something," he says, quietly breathless himself, before he drags Vax's mouth back to his. Percy does realize this is not helpful and with a quiet groan, he gives the other man's chest a gentle push.

And while Vax is getting what he needs, Percy takes a bit of initiative and licks two of his fingers, keeping his eyes on Vax while he does. A little motivation, maybe.

"or something," vax agrees, mumbling into the mouth of his sister's husband. he's pushed away gently, enough of an initiative that vax does as he's asked. he bends across percy's body, reaching over him for the vial that always seems to stay full by his bedside. he dips two fingers into it, one at a time, then returns to his brother-in-law to meet the most beautiful sight.

two fingers pressed into his lips, and vax'ildan nearly wants to take them for himself. he's forgotten his goal, just for a moment, but the hunger that overtakes him at the sight of percy so vulnerable wins out, once again.

he straddles percy for a second time and reaches back to slick his hole with the oil he's procured, wasting no time in driving them both in to the second knuckle. his free hand braces himself on percy's chest, dark eyes looking up at him through lashes and locks of black hair.

"go on, then."

Percy slides his fingers free as Vax straddles him again. While Vax presses against his chest, he reaches behind the other man and lets his saliva-slick fingers brush against Vax's. He probably shouldn't rush this. He should take better care: this is Vax, after all. A man who is... like a brother. He lets that thought go as quickly as it surfaces and he keeps his eyes on Vax's face as he carefully pushes a finger in alongside Vax's own. Percy takes a sharper breath and he can't quite help the slight push of his hips. His cock is aching and he is desperate to bury himself.

He lifts his other hand letting his calloused fingertips brush over Vax'ildan's chest. They curl, blunt nails raking gently.

vax'ildan reaches his free hand up to grasp percy's where it rests on his chest, holding it over his heart as they work together to get him worked open. four fingers feel much better than two, and vax's jaw is slack as he moans, loudly, wildly. there's a frantic energy in his motions, proven by how he climbs percy's body until both of their hands pull free. moving backwards, vax uses the same hand to hold his brother-in-law's cock steady, then begins to lower himself slowly down percy's shaft.

"fuck, percy," he growls through grit teeth, but he doesn't stop moving, pushing through any pain that surfaces in favor of chasing that need to be filled with percy.

"come on, fuck me. please."

Percy's hand slides to Vax's thigh as the half-elf moves, pulling away only to settle back again, this time sinking onto his cock. A low moan escapes him and Percy bends a leg, trying to plant his foot on the edge of the bed so he has leverage to thrust his hips up as Vax'ildan starts begging. Has there ever been a more beautiful sound?

"I thought you were going to ride me, Vax." Somehow he sounds cocky even breathless as he is. "Do I need to flip you and do the work?"

"shut up, percival," he growls, snapping back to reality and out of the haze. begging percy for his cock is never something he thought he'd be able to do, but here they are, and vax'ildan rocks his hips just so, just enough to get percy deeper into him. his tip presses tightly against his prostate, and vax's jaw drops, a cry falling from his mouth while his head hangs between his shoulders. the slow introduction of this intrusion comes to an end, though, the moment he's fully seated, and vax begins to bounce in percy's lap without so much as a moment to warn him.

He wants to laugh, but it comes out as a moan as Vax starts moving. Percy's head hits the bed and his hands go tight on Vax's hip and thigh. He curses beneath a heavy breath and moves to try to meet Vax'ildan's rhythm, unwilling to just stay still and take it.

One hand slides up and he wraps Vax's dark hair around it to drag the other man down into another kiss. It isn't quite as coordinated, nor is it something he can hold to for very long with the way Vax is riding him, but it's worth it for the seconds their mouths are crushed togther.

"Vax..."

TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU

00. Arrival

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE

II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY

III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)

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