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[serve]

Who: Frankenstein (serve) & others
What: Event starters + monthly catchall
When: September
Where: Flona Cove, likely other places
Warning(s): Violence in at least one thread, sex in another. Looks away.


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[serve]

I was hoping that the pleasant time we shared means you harbored no ill feelings for me. [ "Pleasant time" being sarcasm, because of all of the simulated scenarios he had been put in, being brainwashed to think he served another master was unforgivable. But none of that is her fault, so he isn't holding any sort of ill feelings for Zero, in particular.

That was what had bothered him, not the fact that they nearly engaged in some fairly intimate contact. He keeps a polite smile on his lips. ] I'm unprepared for a fight, if that's what you're looking for, but I'd be happy to accommodate you.

[ He'd rather not fight without clothes, that's uncouth, but arrangements could be made. It's half a joke, however, since that doesn't seem to be what she's looking for. ]

And I was wondering when I'd run into you again, Zero. It seems fate likes to make our meetings happen under certain circumstances. [ aka, no clothes??? ]

[offtune]

As it turns out, I quite enjoyed what I remember of you, so no ill feelings here.

[ but still, she's no less of a threat. it just turns out that as her fabricated servant, she still harbors a certain level of concern for him. maybe he feels it too. zero would get into detail, but right now, she's horny as hell. the effects of cupid's pool hasn't even completely started yet, and she already wants to fuck him. ]

Anyway, I'm not here to fight.

[ her smile turns into something a little more wicked. she doesn't care for this talk of fate, but it does amuse her that they'd run into eachother again. ]

Don't you think we should take advantage of that, then? If it's fate you speak of.

[serve]

[ This is the point where, after visibly letting surprise show on his face (because it's not a ruse, he truly is surprised that this woman is so bold and shameless), he would politely decline, and likely find some way to end the interaction.

The above is based, of course, on the idea that he hasn't been soaking in these waters for quite some time, and that as soon as the suggestion of what nearly transpired in the VR resurfaces, he feels a strange, extremely unbecoming rush of energy.

It's likely very easy to catch that break in demeanor. But, of course, no matter what Zero may be insinuating, he's not going to assume as much, quickly regaining composure. ]

If you'd like to share this bath, I wouldn't mind the company. We have nothing else to hide from each other, after all.

[offtune]

[ and indeed, zero doesn't miss it. it might be a change in his expression, or that he pauses for a second too long... but it's obvious enough that she's got him there, despite the fact that he's attempting to be coy now.

her lips twist into a smirk takes his momentary hesitation to press their bodies together. ]

No, we don't, do we?

[ and as expected, he feels exactly as she remembers him that night in the cave, even if it were just a simulation. ]

But you should know better. I'm not just talking about sharing the bath.

[serve]

[ When she draws forward, close enough to actually brush her skin against his, the simulated memories course through his mind immediately. He remembers how he, a man who has never placed great importance on human pleasures, was reduced to the basest of instincts. And now, surrounded by the strange lagoon, he can feel something acting on his subconscious.

Something that makes him more likely to stay where he is, and not completely discount the strange but beautiful woman in front of him. What he hadn't questioned within the VR he now finds fascinating: what was she, exactly? What sort of organism composed that beautiful flower that seemed every bit a part of her as any other limb? What was she capable of?

He is perceptive enough to figure out that something is tampering with his thoughts, but not strong enough to mentally overcome it. It's strange. This has never happened before. And he can't even bring himself to be displeased about this state, because for the first time in a very long time, he's completely relaxed. ]

What you're implying is not something I usually seek very often. And yet, twice now, I find myself inexplicably drawn to you. Why is that, Zero? [ Are you a witch? The possibility that she's a succubus is also there.

Whatever's happening, he shifts in the water, moving forward and guiding them towards the edge of the pool, but waiting for a response before doing anything else. Even now, he manages some self-control. ]

[offtune]

That so?

[ it's not surprising to her, how machinery can influence one's behavior. hell, this is the first time she's ever met the guy and she feels deeply connected to him. well, physically connected, enough to want him more than she would any other she lays her eyes upon. whereas he claims not to seek physical pleasures, this is something she does on a daily basis, so it's not any different for her other than the fact that her memories were definitely tampered with.


she remembers him well enough, which only makes this easier. ]

I don't know, wanna phone an Orbitor?

[ she's certain what he's asking is rhetorical, because in fact, she does not know how to answer that question. zero just knows that she doesn't care to speak to those who saved her, why they even bothered. but that's something to be explored another time. right now, she has more important things to take care of.

for example, she's placed her hand on his shoulder, only to bring it down his back where his shoulder blades protrude, and lower still. she keeps his pace well enough, letting him guide her against the edge. her laugh is almost breathless when her back is pressed against the wall. of the pool ]

Maybe this is just what your body desires. If you can't fight it, why question it?

cw: sum fuk

[serve]

[ He too, feels something of a magnetic pull, and even now, he hates himself for it. He hates it because it brings back vivid memories of how he'd wanted her back then, and how he would have been willing to give his own life for her survival. To do anything she'd ask. Such a level of servitude was reserved for one person and one person only, and to even feel an inkling of those feelings return felt like a betrayal.

Now, however, the urges that pull and tug at him are purely human, born of no deeper emotion, and while it causes him to reminisce of that time, he can at least accept these simple urges for what they are.

It has been a while, admittedly, since he's indulged in such base desires, but the excitement that courses through his veins as she draws closer the trails her touch lower and lower, is not unlike the rush of facing a worthy opponent. ]

To embrace the idea of having sex with a stranger, with no trace of hesitation. You interest me for so many reasons.

[ Reasons that aren't just carnal-- it's that fearlessness that draws him in further, perhaps even moreso than the thought of her soft body pressed against his own.

Which, by the way, is an indulgence he'll give into now, the hardness of his cock pressing against her inner thigh as he traps her. Before he makes any further moves, however, he studies her for one last moment. ]

I take it you aren't the gentle and loving kind.

[offtune]

[ it doesn't take a genius to know that frankenstein is used to the life of servitude. even such a thing can't be simulated by some machine; she figures that the only thing that has changed is where his loyalties lie. while she doesn't sense much hesitation in his actions here, she wonders if it bothers him— and if it is, he's done a fine job of masking it. ]

Sex is not as special as they all make it out to be, you know.

[ she does it out of necessity and cares little about who she does it with. it's not about fucking anyone special so much as it's relieving some pent up tension she's accumulated throughout the day... and to her, it's no different from drinking water to quench a certain thirst. just as humans can go a few days without water, that's about the same amount of time it'd take her until she succumbs to her desires.

it's a damn inconvenience, but not an entirely unwelcome one... especially because it opens up opportunities such as this. she feels the him stroke along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and it makes her breath hitch in anticipation. she bucks her hips forward, hoping to get a better sense of his size— ]

Is that something you picked up from the VR, or are you just being cheeky? Either way, you shouldn't waste your breath with questions you know the answers to.

[ because she doesn't like wasting any time, she sure is bringing her hand down between them, seizing him at the base of his already hard cock. her finger curl under it, too, tugging lightly at his balls. ]

Hah, funny... you're just as I remember you.

[serve]

I agree with you there, at least.

[ It’s true, they shared the ideal of “sex is not special”, and approached the thought in vastly different ways. Whereas Frankenstein rarely spared more than a passing thought to the act, the concept having seemed like something he’d explored to the point of exhaustion within the first few centuries, Zero seemed insatiable. Both were equally valid, so it’s interesting that this is the crossroads at which they meet.

Whatever smart reply he was going to follow up with is abruptly ended before he can even finish the thought, a hitch of breath catching in his throat when she grabs between his legs. His thoughts race, as does his pulse, and he braces himself lightly against her arms.

This is… unbecoming. This is the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy, and though it isn’t a matter of life and death, he finds his thoughts wandering to the desire to make her squirm. It is, again, a thought that feels strangely unfamiliar.

You help him feel young again, Zero. LMAO. ]

And I remember you well, too. I’m… just making sure we’re both on the right page. But seeing as we are--

[ He takes her wrist and forcibly pries it away from between his legs, and without missing a beat, locks his hold on her hips. Quickly, he raises her upward and over the water’s edge to sit on the edge of the lagoon, palms against her legs and urging them to part. Neither of them seem fond of wasting too much time, but he’s also in no hurry, so he takes his time leaving small, sharp nips along her inner thigh. ]