xistentiaooc | Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

Dinner with a Succubus (NSFW)

Your first dinner party in Xistentia^[2] is a sumptuous and luxurious dinner that takes place at the private residence of one of the natives.

As you step in, the first thing you notice is the scent of indigenous flowers mingled with the floating traces of savory and sweet from the elaborate buffet set up on the side. Treats from around the Multiverse.

However, sectioned off from these public areas, there are spaces reserved for sexual activity. It's not so surprising, when you remember that the lights outisde, the power behind the city itself, runs off human emotional interaction— and desire is a powerful emotion indeed. These rooms feature every conceivable surface you might want to tangle on, from silk to lacquered desks, to rubber.

Chests hold sundry toys and other equipment. Rooms have beds sized comfortably from anywhere from one to five people, and there are peepholes. Everything is marked with painted symbols in a language that is known to no one person, but somehow universally comprehensible.

NETWORK

Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?

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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
If you decide to join the game, this party may be patched over into the sex-themed Gala detailed in the announcement. The IC log is already up, but friends-locked!

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"You are very wise for one who appears so young. I understand that looks are deceptive, that perhaps you are far older than you look, but if you are not then that is even more impressive." Ignacio understood that better than most, seeing as he looked like a man who was in his twenties but was thousands of years old.

He watched the bounce of his foot from the corner of his eye, curious if that was a nervous tick or not. He didn't ask, or look directly, because he didn't want to draw attention to it and potentially make Kurt uncomfortable. "Is there someone you listen to in times of strife? A leader of sorts?"

"I'm nineteen." Therfore, compared to most of the vampires on Xistentia, he is extremely young. He's not a nightwalker, though, so at his current age, he is considered an adult. "That's ... flattering of you to say." And it is, which makes Kurt offer a slight smile toward the older man.

He tips the cup back, downs the remainder of the drink and sets it aside on a nearby table. After sitting up and shifting forward on the edge of the couch, he props an elbow up onto his knee, chin settling in his palm. "There was. I'm the only one from my world."

"Nineteen," he echoed, his eyebrows up to express his surprise. "That is very young, and I stand by what I said. That is impressive."

The smile was cute, he wanted to see more of it.

"Was? Did they perish during one of the invasions?"

His head tips with curiosity at Ignacio's sincerity, lips quirking higher when he repeats his earlier statement. "Thank you."

Unfortunately, the grin falters and Kurt shifts, upturning his free palm, apprehension clear in the way his tail twitches.

"No, I'm the literal definition of 'only.' I have yet to meet another actual mutant."

Ignacio was quiet for a moment as he attempted to piece together what they were talking about, and he wondered if the fact that English was his second language was getting in there way.

"Forgive me, I inquired if you had a leader you listen to, you said that there was, which is a past-tense, yes? In that they are no longer with you? Or do you mean to say there was a leader you listened to before you arrived here?"

"Both?" he answers tentatively. "There was a leader before I came here." And if that isn't put bluntly enough, "Now, I am alone and must lead myself in the right direction."

Which has been ... eventful, to say the least. Kurt's only been on Xistentia for about four months and through everything he's experienced so far, all he continues to hope for is the appearance of someone he knows or — in a sheer stroke of luck — they go back to his world.

"Ah," now he got it. "Would you ever consider becoming a leader for others as well, or are you understandably self-focused?"

He knew how difficult it would be for the former, and everyone he met so far seemed to default to the latter. It made him wonder why DE.S.T.I.N.Y. had any difficulty against F.A.T.E.S. at all.

He almost responds promptly with 'no' to the first question, but purses his lips together in contemplation instead, features wrinkling. Kurt's never been one to take the reins and be at the head of battle, but--

"If a situation where leadership was needed were to arise and I was the only choice? Perhaps. It's not my strongest set of skills, though I cannot leave people in need."

"I see." So that's how it is. The will of a survivor, tenacity, the strength of one who has been backed into a corner. It couldn't be underestimated.

He took the opportunity to broach a new subject. "You enjoy helping people in need? I do have a particular need I may ask of you, if you have interest." Ignacio had a way of speaking that sounded seductive, even if he didn't mean it to. Though in this case he probably did.

Kurt nods in mutual understanding, propping his cheeks back up in his palms and staring off across the sea of people. He wouldn't make a good leader; he lacks the training for it, which is why Scott had been a better candidate.

His attention returns to Ignacio, vivid eyes blinking, features lighting up with curiosity. "I do," he admits. The lilt of the vampire's voice piques his inquisitiveness even more, urging him to straighten up and lean somewhat closer. "Go ahead, then. I'm listening."

That was adorable.

Ignacio smirked as he drank in the sight of the demon's curiosity, or 'mutant' as he called himself. The closer Ignacio leaned, the stronger he could smell the infernal blood which ran through his veins. He wanted to taste it, see how different it was from the demonic entities he knew at home. He lifted a finger to gently caress it along the side of Kurt's neck, his voice an intimate purr.

"Would you offer yourself to me? My need is to feed from your blood, and I offer you pleasure in exchange."

For the moment, Nightcrawler looks like a kid in a candy store, attention fully captured, eyes wide as saucers. He hardly notices the vampire leaning closer, until there's a finger running across his neck and the man's voice has lowered, like the two of them are sharing a secret of some sort.

Then, Blue stiffens with realization, brow furrowing as he draws back. "You ... you want to feed off me?" he asks incredulously. Again, he's torn, for if he agrees to do this, he'd technically be helping out someone that'd be considered a mutant back in his homeworld. On the other hand, should he decide against it, Ignacio could find someone else to feed off, but he and Kurt might not end on good terms.

"What do you mean by that?"

Nerves were such an inconvenient thing, slowing down what should be a very simple exchange of mutual pleasure. Ignacio had a solution for that, and as his green eyes gazed into Kurt's his charm magic began to sink into his mind. Warmth would spread throughout Kurt's body, relaxing those tense muscles, and he may find Ignacio more attractive- and even more trustworthy.

His smile was gentle as he pressed a light kiss to Kurt's jaw, his whisper close to his ear now. "Allow me to feast upon you, and I will grant you ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams."

His first reaction to a kiss wouldn't normally be to slacken, like an easy weight has settled across his shoulders, expression softening at the warmth he feels the longer he holds Iggy's gaze. It's not as if the man is unattractive; it hadn't been something he'd focused on before, but as lips brush his face and the vampire murmurs into his ear, that seems to be the only thing he's pay attention to.

That, and the fact his head is slowly nodding, signaling the go ahead despite his earlier protestation. "Do as you please," he responds, even going so far as to tip his chin up and allow Ignacio better reach of his neck.

That was better. Ignacio appreciated that Kurt was receptive to his magic, it was so inconvenient when someone resisted him. At least he wasn't starving, there was no need for desperate speed, and since Kurt wasn't human he wasn't going to be brutal about this. Instead, he would share his pleasure-ridden magic with him.

His lips caressed along Kurt's neck sensually, which could be mistaken for a display of intimacy when it was simply Ignacio finding the strongest vein in his neck. Once it was located his fangs extended, and arms wrapped around the young one to hold him close as he sank in. The magic would weave into his body and what was a cold pain at first quickly became hot, and that arousing heat would spread throughout.

Many mortals, and immortals alike, found the sensation so rapturous that they'd climax at this point of the bite- he was curious to see how this one would react while he supped on his delicious demonic blood.

Whereas others may view the gesture as intimate, the teleporter knows what Iggy is really doing there, seeking out the blood that sings to him from beneath his blue skin.

There isn't much nervousness anymore-- he waits, anticipating the bite, but not the pain that makes his eyes wince shut. Then, it's a sultry tingle, spreading from his head, all the way down to his toes and fingertips. He's on the edge of the rush, almost loses it completely by saying something, if not for the arms around him and the sudden heat in his face, how uncomfortable his pants have become. His hands are what react more evidently, though.

They clutch Ignacio's front, curling tight around the fabric of his shirt as he drinks; Kurt doesn't understand why he trusts the man so much, why he has the torrid need to please him. His heart skips a beat, breath escaping in a quivering sigh against the side of the vampire's head, fingers tightening in hopes it will distract from the way he's pressed his knees together.

The caress on the other side of Kurt's neck was gentle, seemingly affectionate. It would alternate between that light brush to temporarily holding him steady so his neck wouldn't move too far away. He knew how weak his feeds could get at time, it would be very inconvenient to have one collapse in mid-dine, not to mention how messy.

The smile on his lips could be felt on blue skin while Ignacio was so desperately gripped. He could smell his arousal, pleased to see that it had such an effect on him. His fangs slowly withdrew so he could suck, his lips gentle but firm. As he drank his magic grew in strength, powered by the energy provided by the feed, centered on Kurt's erogenous zones to throb, vibrate, grow hot and almost unbearable with the need for release.

All he Kurt would have to do is give in and let go.

Lips curving against his skin are truly a foreign sensation. He's unsure of how to react at first, ends up slowly coming to terms by relaxing, reassured by the security of Ignacio's hold.

"I need—" you to stop is what he'd been set on, but he can't bring himself to say it, mind too muddled for such sensible thoughts. His grip briefly clenches harder, the breath catching in his lungs, muscles flexing beneath the older man's mouth with the effort it takes for him to breathe out then inhale again.

What escapes him afterward can barely pass as a pathetic whimper; he shifts in his spot, loosens the grasp of one hand to lower it and dip between his thighs, using his wrist for a brief moment of hedonistic pleasure. It's not an all that subtle motion though, the way he eventually lets go, hips rolling against his arm in a desperate attempt for some friction.

Kurt can't even bring himself to care if he's being judged. Everything (masturbation aside) is totally new to him, and hey-- Rosie had told him to loosen up earlier that night.

It was nothing new, to catch a glimpse of the creature masturbating themselves. It wasn't an unpleasant sight, though he had no plans on increasing their intimacy level beyond the occasional snack, perhaps he was just a bit of a voyeur.

With complete control, he sucked slowly to allow Kurt all the time he needed to get himself off while Ignacio contented himself with the rich, heady flavor of his blood. He was patient, lips cool and magic hot, he allowed for the young demon to bask in the moment.

One hand pressed behind Kurt, against the small of his back, applying pressure in order to get him to rock more firmly against his arm. A little encouragement.

Honestly, it'd be a huge relief on Kurt's end to hear that. He's dealing with enough feelings when it comes to Kavinsky that even this brief moment of intemperance is sure to be something he'll fight with for days-- maybe even weeks to come.

The younger male isn't unappreciative of Ignacio's hand at the small of his back, urging him to continue his motion by simply offering a little pressure.

Considering his inexperience and not being quite in his right mind, Iggy won't need to wait long. A few minutes — not too short, yet not all that drawn out — of grinding against his arm brings the release he needs, which comes with a hissing breath, drawn in between his teeth then a sigh as he slackens against the vampire, temporarily boneless in his euphoric state.

Ignacio could taste the rush of energy which sparked through Kurt's blood during his orgasm, it made it that much sweeter and he nursed the last of from his neck before finally releasing his flesh. The holes remained, not healed over but bloodless, as he relaxed back into his seat but remained close enough to bodily support Kurt.

There was a charming smirk on his face as he gently caressed the side of Kurt's face with the back of his hand, his once cool skin now feeling slightly warm to the touch- though it was likely nothing compared to the heat of his snack.

"Did you enjoy?"

Eyes closing in an attempt to clear his vision, Kurt rests there a moment longer, taking all the time he needs to catch his breath. There's brief flashes of spots as he blinks, features scrunched with uncomfortableness, although it's nothing related to their current position.

Okay, it partially is, except it's all on himself. The brush across his face, sweat beading and dripping between his shoulderblades are more than enough to make him straighten, his hand lifting so he can glide his thumb over the bite-marks while he meets Ignacio's gaze.

"Yes," he huffs, post-rapturous and muddled before he remembers his manners. "Th–thank you."

"Thank you," he said in return, a faint chuckle in his throat. "You are delicious." It was then that Ignacio slowly began to ease his hold on Kurt, so the boy could adjust himself as he wished without any interference.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink or eat? It would be my pleasure to serve you for the short time I remain here."

Despite the fact his face is already flushed, the mutant raises a hand, cupping it around still darkening cheeks while he leans back. At this rate, he'll be more eggplant-colored than his normal blue shade, but in his bemused state, Kurt doesn't seem to mind.

"How generous," followed by a short bubble of laughter. "Water would be appreciated. Anything you'd recommend food-wise after this sort of—" pause, "—activity?" Seems a safe enough word choice.

"That depends on your species. Whatever food boosts the production of blood is what I would recommend, but I am afraid I have no first-hand experience with nutrition beyond my own." However, he did rise to his feet to approach one of the generously stocked bars. He acquired a bottle of water, along with a glass, and brought it to Kurt. He took his seat once more, filled the vessel with water and offered it to the demon.

"There, please. Enjoy the afterglow."

cool to fade on this one? x)

shadowblends - 2018-04-03 23:34 (UTC) - Expand

yes! <3

sadico - 2018-04-03 23:37 (UTC) - Expand

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Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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cw: sexy vampire bite

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yeah this isn't sfw anymore wiggles eyebrows

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cool to fade on this one? x)

yes! <3