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OPEN ♪ Who's gonna save me from myself?

Who: Mephisto Pheles (

meinwaifu) & YOU!!!
What: Open prompts!! Daily life working and living in Olympia, exploring the more dangerous flora and fauna of Olympia's forests and outskirts.
When: The first half of the month.
Where: All around Olympia.
Warning(s): NSFW, vampire fetish tbh, some 18+ prompts.

1 | Daily Life | Olympia | OTA
[For as much as it feels like things have finally settled down, perhaps it's only that he's finally settled into a routine. The tension in the city is strongly apparent, and it's clear the Olympians are likely looking for a war to wipe the mud off their face after lowering themselves so much to seek help from Wyver. There's still a lot he doesn't know about the ancient fued between the cities, but as a natural-born hellraiser, he doesn't feel any uneasiness about the prospect of an upcomming war. Much as he would prefer the tension of a cold war versus an all-out bloodbath, as long as there was something to keep him entertained, he didn't really mind what the people here chose to do.]

[But for the time being at least, he does have a few chosen haunts where he tends to make an appearance--]

A. Simwe Institute | OTA
[As a professor of Magic at the insitute, it's not uncommon to find Mephisto giving lectures or offering advice to students -- all under the name Johann Faust, of course. Even those not enrolled who might be interested in some good conversation can easily find him in his office, organizing research notes or conducting little experiments. And if you're lucky (???), you might just find yourself being pulled right into one!]

Oh, good timing! Would you might lending me a hand for a moment?

B. Red Light | OTA 18+
[What sort of demon would he be if he didn't indulge in a little sin now and again? As fun as Wyver's little moon festival had been, he can't deny the allure of a red light district, bringing in beautiful people, good drinks, and quiet dealings of the less scrupulous sort. The people were more honest with their malice towards Wyver once the drinks started to flow, but all it took were a few carefully placed words to placate them into changing the subject into something lighter and more fun.]

[Still, despite being a somewhat regular here, he's not the sort to go around buying services either. He prefers a chase after, all. Which is what has him sliding into a seat next to someone who appears alone -- whether they're a fellow patron or an employee.] Care for a drink? It's rather lonely to be here, drinking by one's self.

2 | Nature Documentary | All Over Olympia | OTA
[With so many people taking advantage of the mounts, it's fair to assume some will be crossing paths with one another at some point, even if they initially set out alone. But given the nature of this world, it was best to stick together, right? And who better to go on a dangerous expedition with than the all-powerful magician, Johann Faust! Which is how he'll be introducing himself to most people he meets. But just where are they going? And what will they see?? Well...]

A. Mushrooms of Madness | Murkwell Hallow | OTA
[Catching a bit of respite under a giant 20-foot tall mushroom? Sounds safe. It's starting to rain overhead, though judging by the wind, it shouldn't last long -- which is a good thing, seeing as they'll need to leave the Hallow before sunset if they want to ride back on their mounts! For his part, Mephisto has been wearing a face mask this whole time -- though he'll pull it down once the rain starts.] Ahh, I can't say I've ever been so relieved to see a bit of rain! My allergies are acting up quite terribly around here.

[But this isn't just any mushroom. It's a mushroom of madness, prone to giving off spores that can cause mutual hallucinations powerful enough to render one unable to tell the difference between fiction and reality! ...but surely the rain means it shouldn't be as potent, right?]

B. Vena Amoris | Olympian Woods | Previous CR or OTA(18+)
Oh my, it seems you've been caught! [And just look at how worried Mephisto looks... or rather, how worried he doesn't look, inspecting the tree that has somehow captured up some poor unsuspecting travelor -- tearing them right off their mount, whch proceeded to flee off into the distance without them. Mephisto hops off his own mount, a beautiful white pegasus, and stands with his hand on his chin as he inspects the situation.]

Pray tell, are you familiar with this variety of creeping vine? You see, I'm afraid there's only one way to save you from it.

C. WILDANIMAL CARD | Anywhere in Olympia | OTA
[But the local flora aren't the only thing they need to be worrying around here. There are plenty of dangerous animals to be found as well, some of which might just be hostile... but as much as they needed to tread carefully, Mephisto doesn't look too concerned. Even as the sound of something rustling in the nearby bushes catches their attention.] Hmm, do you suppose it's friendly? Shall we go take a look?

[Will this be a good idea or a terrible one? Feel free to pick the location and/or the creature, and I'll RNG the rest!]

3 | A mind is a terrible thing to waste | Outskirts of Olympia | OTA
[On the edge of a forest near the furthest outskirts of Olympia bordering Wyver, an oddly nostalgic bird call sounds through the air. And should they follow the sound, they'll eventually come across a rather odd sight: Mephisto, sitting on the ground with an odd expression on his face, looking thoroughly perplexed. He doesn't appear to have any supplies on him, nor are there any signs of his mount being around. But more than that, he looks just a bit worse for the wear: his clothes and hair not quite dirty, but definitely more out of sorts than usual. The only thing he has is his phone, closed and held tightly in one hand.]

[He won't call out nor even respond when approached -- not even to attempts at calling to him right to his face. But should someone decide to take the extra step and give him a bit of a nudge, he'll slowly look up at them blankly, his eyes lacking any sign that he recognizes them.] ...what day is it today?

[ooc: For the sake of consistency, assume this takes place on Saturday the 6th!]

4. ULTIMATE WILDCARD
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[Ah, what a good look on his face. It makes him want to tease him a bit more. Floating a small water bottle out of his desk, he takes it in his own hands before stepping closer to Reign. Leaning in just enough to somewhat invade just personal space, he then holds the bottle of water out to him, grinning --or really, practically leering.]

Here you are. There's plenty more where that came from, so please, don't hold back.

[ Too close. Mephisto was standing much too close for Reign's peace of mind. Not that he minded the proximity, but right now, he didn't think he could control his urges. So Reign directed his concentration on the offered water bottle, grabbing it like a lifeline and chugging down the entire content as if he'd been parched for days in the desert. ]

Aaaah... That was good. Goodness gracious, how impolite of me to have shown you such a sight. [ He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, looking sheepish as he handed the bottle back to Mephisto. Even then, Reign couldn't stop staring at the demon's neck, memories of the first taste still fresh on his mind. ]

I think there might be a slight problem with this batch of tea. It just makes me thirstier. [ Thirsty for something else as well, not just the tantalising red fluid. ]

[Gosh, what a look on his face. A man could get used to this, being stared at as though he were positively irresistible. He takes the water bottle back, but makes sure his own fingertips draw along Reign's hand as he does, almost lingering for a few seconds.]

Oh my-- does it? That's most unfortunate. And here I thought I had finally gotten rid of that particular side effect with the third batch.

[He leans against his desk again, both hands gripping the edge and craning his neck up to look back at Reign.]

Shall I get you another bottle then? Or perhaps... can I interest you in something else?

[ This was a dangerous game Mephisto was making Reign play, a kind of cat and mouse, or the devil with an innocent, bidding time to see when the vampire would cave and succumb to the temptation.

Reign's breath stuttered at the lingering touches of Mephisto's fingertips, very nearly dropping the bottle then and there. ]

So this is actually the fourth batch?

[ Seeing that expanse of skin sent another jolt of want through Reign, and he instantly squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. ]

N-no... I think I've enough water for now. Actually, I doubt it's enough to quench this thirst. [ He reluctantly opened one eye, hesitating. ] ...I'm afraid I might really drain you dry.

Fufu, that's right.

[A dangerous game -- but the funnest ones often were. Or maybe Mephisto is just feeling a bit more reckless these days... in any case, he has no intention of backing down. He still remembers how good it felt to have those sharp teeth sinking into his neck. Watching someone give into temptation and indulge in a bit of sin... can there be anything better for a demon?]

Oh? Do you really think you can? I thought I warned you last time not to underestimate me. [He bites at his lower lip, perhaps intentionally biting just a bit too hard to cause a slight trace of blood to paint his lips. He's starting to give up on subtly himself here -- no doubt Reign realizes now what he's trying to do here. Was that his goal from the start...?]

[ That was a lot of patches going into production and experimentation, though not one that Reign was unfamiliar with. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to perfect his fragrance products.

The sharp coppery scent instantly had Reign's attention, a whimper slipping out at the sight of red painting across Mephisto's lips. It was too much for Reign to hold back, and while he could have escaped Mephisto's room earlier, now seemed too late for him to do so.

Without another word, Reign launched himself at Mephisto, hands clamping down on the demon's shoulders as he pressed their lips together, tongue darting out to lick those delicious fluids. He groaned at the familiar taste, sucking on the wound to pull more of that sweet blood into his mouth. ]

[If he had known a little hint of blood was all it would take to get Reign on his lips, he would have bitten his lip sooner. As it is, he welcomes him as he steps closer, sweeping one hand behind his head as the other stays on the desk for support.]

[He's not going to get too much blood out of that wound, the small bite sealing up damn near right away. But with Mephisto holding him in place, he might find it a little hard to redirect towards his neck -- with Mephisto instead taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of his own blood on Reign's lips.]

[And behind him, seemingly effortlessly, the various bits of delicate lab equipment slowly begin to pack themselves back up onto a nearby shelf, clearing off his desk... ya know... for reasons.]

[ By now Reign had a hunch that Mephisto did that he did on purpose. Maybe not expecting the side effects to still remain, but the demon certainly pushed Reign's buttons. Whatever it was, Reign was going to sate that thirst of his. He whined when he couldn't suck more blood out of the now closed wound, the sound muffled as Mephisto kissed him back.

That was fine with him. In fact, Reign was quite all right with this turn of event. A good thing that he wasn't currently in any hurry either. His hands moved from Mephisto's shoulders to the back of his neck, pressing himself closer. But it wasn't enough.

With Mephisto's hands holding him in place, Reign couldn't pull back to aim for the demon's neck. And thus, more muffled whines from the vampire, because another type of hunger was beginning to build in him. ]

[Those little muffled whines were thrilling -- like dangling a taste treat in front of a starving beast... ah, but was that really any different from the reality of the situation? How much more desperate could he make him, he wonders...]

[He pulls back just enough to speak, now smoothing his free hand up to cup around reign;s face -- still holding him in place even as he grins down at those fangs of his. If there wee any doubts about whether or not Mephisto was doing this on purpose, surely the look on his face now would erase them.]

Fufu, was that not enough for you? If there's something else you want from me, you'll have to be a good boy and ask for it nicely.

[ Part of Reign had the silly notion to pull Mephisto back in. Not for another kiss, but to use his fangs to bite down on the demon's lips to draw more blood out.

But Reign stopped himself, instead nuzzling into Mephisto's palm, face flushed as he looked up at the other. Damn, there was no doubt in his mind that Mephisto had partially planned this. If not to seduce Reign, then any other poor soul who got caught in the demon's web.

He bit his lower lip at the query, his gaze dropping briefly down to Mephisto's neck, then up again into those hypnotic green eyes. ]

Are you going to ask another favour from me again?

[ One session of drink = one favour? Gosh, he was going to be deep in Mephisto's debt. ]

Hmm... did I say I was asking for anything in return?

[His fingertips draw along Reign's cheek, pressing in just enough for him to feel the hint of those sharp nails beneath the fabric of his gloves. He stops when he reaches his lips, pressing his thumb against his bottom lip and tugging his chin upwards to keeo his gaze locked on his face.]

I told you to tell me what you want from me. How am I supposed to know if you won't tell me? Why... I might just take what I want from you instead.

[He says, as if he doesn't plan on doing just that afterwards. But he already knows how his blood affects Reign -- he doesn't think there are going to be any complaints here.]

N-no, you didn't...

[ Feeling the sharp nails on his cheek, even through the thick material of the glove, reminded Reign of just how dangerous Mephisto could be. A vampire was no match against a demon, especially a vampire such as Reign himself. Perhaps if it was Shell. Or maybe one of the Overlords... ]

You already know what I want.

[ Reign couldn't help the petulant pout, but also realised that Mephisto already knew, and yet wanted to hear it from him. Hah... Since Mephisto had threw the question out, he might as well take it and answer the demon. ]

I want to drink from you. To sate this thirst inside me. Fill up my hunger. [ And then in a softer voice: ] ...please?

Ohh? You wish to drink from me?

[He knows exactly what Reign wants -- but he wants to make him beg for it. A demon's gotta have his kinks, okay... but maybe there's also just a bit more fun in drawing it out and teasing him. Seeing if he can't get him desperate -- or maybe just a bit petulant. That little bit of fight and conflict made things all the more enjoyable for him, after all.]

[Which is why he's just going to answer him with this face, fighting back the urge to snicker at his expense--]

My, don't you need to be on your knees for that?

[ Reign nodded excitedly, eyes already glowing with anticipation. ]

Yes! Yes, I do!

[ He was actually quite surprised that Mephisto didn't put Reign on another debt, and was already felt like dying inside the longer he waited to taste the demon's blood. In fact, Reign had leaned in, wanting to get closer to that tantalising neck, eager to sick his teeth in and let the blood flow free.

But his gaze shot back up at Mephisto, eyes widening at the stipulation. He pushed himself off Mephisto, though still within the demon's space, arms crossed as he frowned. ]

Me? On my knees? How humiliating! I'm a vampire of noble status. There is no way I'm going to prostrate myself to anyone. Even you.

[ For all the vehemency in Reign's words, there was a different look in his eyes, his body tense as if holding himself back from something. ]

[That early eagerness has him laughing now, folding his arms behind his back as Reign pulls away. But he's not going to let him get too far, leaning in closer to make up for the distance. There's nothing really stopping him from taking a bite of his neck like this -- but maybe that's just what Mephisto wants him to think.]

Noble status, hm? And just what do you think of me? Do you take me for a commoner?

[He leans down further, tilting up his chin in an attempt to subtly expose more of his neck without simply reaching up to tug his collar loose.]

And don't think I don't remember just how much you enjoyed our little playtime before... you should be more honest with yourself!

[ How dare Mephisto laugh at him! But, ngh... To have the demon so close to him, dangling that metaphorical carrot before him, was one of the biggest temptation Reign ever experienced.

Of course, Mephisto hit that specific spot, calling him out on his hidden desires and weaknesses. His resolve was crumbling, and Reign knew he wouldn't be able to fight against the hunger in him.

Another whine slipped out as he finally gave in, sliding down Mephisto's body until he wrapped his arms around the demon's leg, rubbing his face against it like some cat demanding attention. ]

Oh, please. Please, Mr. Pheles. May I drink your blood? My throat feels so dry I fear I may lose my voice!

[ An exaggeration, but who knew what other side effects there may be. Reign wasn't taking his chances. He glanced up at Mephisto, a pleading puppy look on his face. ]

[Heh.]

[Hehehehehhe.]

[Did Reign perhaps miss the implication Mephisto was making before by telling him to get on his knees? Ah, but perhaps this was better after all. Seeing him groveling down there after that little bit of sulking he did sent a shiver down his spine... he can't help himself. He lifts his other leg to rest the sole of his boot against Reign's shoulder, leaning down lower to once more grab as his chin and pull his face up -- perhaps just enough to be a bit uncomfortable with the way Reign is kneeling down there.]

Oh, so it's my blood you wanted? Why didn't you say so! And here I thought you were aiming for something a little sweeter.

[ Well, Reign was technically on his knees, but the added grovelling should work in his favour. Right? The boot felt heavy on his shoulder, though Reign wasn't going to complain if he'll get what he want soon.

In his current position and height difference with Mephisto, Reign had to crane his neck back more as the demon lifted his face. It was indeed uncomfortable, and yet it was everything Reign could ever wish for. In fact, it thrilled him whenever Mephisto did something like this. ]

W-what else would I ask for, if not your blood?

[ Had Mephisto seen through him? Reign had certainly hunger for the other's blood, but there was no denying that he yearned for something more too. A different kind of fluid. But he wasn't going to voice that out yet. Right now, his priority was the demon's blood. ]

Will you let me drink your blood, Mr. Pheles?

What else, indeed.

[Only Mephisto would shamelessly joke about getting a blowjob from a vampire without even batting an eye... you'd think there would be too much of a risk there. But then, he has fangs and he can manage just fine??]

[He doesn't answer, instead stepping off of Reign's shoulder and hopping up onto his desk, reaching up to slowly pull open his collar. Tugging it open, he tilts his head back and to the side, still grinning as he leers down at him.]

By all means -- drink to your heart's content.

[ Oh, Reign had an idea just what it was Mephisto was implying. But he wasn't going to think about it. At least not yet. Maybe later, when he'd sated his parched throat and thirst.

Reign watched with hungry eyes as Mephisto moved to rearrange himself, his pulse seeming to pound loudly in his ears as he waited as patiently as he could. And then the vampire pounced, managing to murmur a word of 'Thank you, Mr. Pheles' before sharp fangs sank in.

The flood of blood in his mouth made Reign groan aloud, hands gripping firmly onto Mephisto's shoulder and the back of his neck, indeed drinking to his heart's content. Nothing tasted as sweet as this, not even the most exquisite of human Art.

If Reign wasn't careful, he might accidentally release his pheromones. And that would be a disaster waiting to happen. Or not. ]

[The moment he feels those sharp teeth sinking into his neck, he groans -- eyes sliding closed as he lets himself enjoy the feeling. It stings, but in all the right ways, sending shivers down his spine.]

[Reign will have to bite down again eventually, as the wound seals up before he'll have his fill -- which Mephisto might just be counting on, shameless in his desire to be bitten so roughly like this. It was so difficult to find someone capable of challenging him, but for something like this, he can get what he wants without worrying about giving up too much control.]

[Really, it was rare enough for him to allow himself to be touched, but like this, he won't stop Reign should he decide to cling a little as he feeds. But he won't return the affection himself, keeping his hands firmly settled on the edge of the desk.]

[ More. More! It wasn't enough for Reign. All he could think of was the delicious blood flowing into his mouth and sliding down his throat. He didn't think he would get so thirsty over blood.

There was almost no finesse to the way Reign was feeding on Mephisto, in contrast to the last time he drank from the demon. At least then, Reign had some semblance of control. Right now, he merely wanted to sate his thirst and hunger.

Whenever he pulled back and the puncture wound closed, Reign would bite down again, almost at the same spot. And despite Mephisto not reciprocating any sorts of affectionate gestures Reign was showering on the demon, the vampire himself clung to the other, hanging on as if Mephisto were the very air he needed to breathe. He pawed at the scarf tied around the demon's neck, tugging the collars to open wider, hands gripping and groping.

What happened next was something Reign hadn't expected — the release of his pheromones.

Mephisto may be a demon instead of a human, but there was no telling what kind of effects the scent will have on the other. That sickly sweet smell in the air? It would send a shiver of a different kind down your spine. ]

[The sloppiness doesn't pass Mephisto's notice, and he'll at least make an attempt at reaching up to pull his scarf free -- he's washed blood off of it more times than necessary at this point, and he doesn't need another repeat. At the very least, he's counting on Reign's desire for his blood to keep him from getting too sloppy and letting it spill everywhere. He has half a mind to remind him, really--]

[But then something changes. It's subtle at first -- just enough to send an odd chill down his spine, suddenly making him all the more aware of just how ravenously Reign is feeding on him. But then it starts to grow stronger, and he finds his hands moving off the desk and grabbing up handfuls of Reign's shirt, not sure whether he wants to hold him there or force him away.]

[What is this... this tension? The atmosphere suddenly feels so different, even ignoring the sweet scent that hangs in the air. Heart racing, he finally opts to pull Reign in closer, pressing their bodies together as if trying to will away this strange sensation of discomfort in the back of this mind by overwhelming it with something else.]

[He hadn't meant to give up any control -- even with Reign hungrily feeding on him like this, he was still the one calling the shots. But his mind feels hazy, losing focus and finding it harder to rationalize holding himself back right now. Another groan escapes his lips, as he allows himself an almost hushed whisper of "more".]

[ It was that desire for blood that ensured Mephisto's blood wasn't going to waste. Every single drop or smear was either lapped up or licked clean. A good thing that Reign was one of the nicer vampires from his world, because otherwise, he would have ripped out Mephisto's throat and and consume everything.

As it was, Reign hadn't realised what he'd just done, merely responded by hugging Mephisto tighter when he felt the demon's hands on him. Coupled with that single word, a soft command it may be, further fueled Reign's desire. So he continued to drink, though the intensity began to lessen as the side effects of the tea gradually wore off.

Reign took a few more gulps before he finally pulled back, though how far depended if Mephisto was still clinging onto him. It was hard to tell how long had passed since the time Reign started to drink from Mephisto. A half hour? An hour? Mere minutes? However long, it was certain that they both looked quite the sight. Blood smeared across Reign's lips, which he subconsciously licked clean, though some had dribbled down to stain his tie.

He slowly opened his heavy lidded eyes, and then it hit him. The scent in the air, the way Mephisto was trembling slightly in his arms, the added paleness of the demon's skin, and just how full he was compared to his normal meals. He slapped a hand to his mouth, appalled by what he'd just done as he willed his pheromones away, sicked by the fact that he could very much have caused Mephisto great harm. ]

I... I'm sorry. I hadn't mean to drink so much.

[ Shit. Was he like his vampire brethren? No, he didn't want to be cruel and violent like them. Worst still, he was actually erect. Reign knew that it was the effects of the tea, but he didn't think that he would almost lose control like that. ]

A-are you all right?

[Meanwhile, Mephisto--]

[He's trembling ever so slightly, looking a bit pale... but then, he always looks pale. But while that might extend to the skin of his neck and chest, which might just be a bit more exposed now for how much Reign was pawing at him before-- his face still manages to look flushed. He's lost a lot of blood, but just as quickly, his body was working to replenish it. Were he in better physical condition, it would have been instantaneous, but even this much isn't enough to hurt him. No, he's trembling for a different reason.]

[It's been a very, very long time since anyone has ever been able to bring him down so low like this -- to have him clinging and near-begging, shaking as his body aches for more. Is he dizzy from the blood loss, or did some of that tea get into his bloodstream while he was feeding? He's not sure what that was, but what he does know is he liked it. Maybe a bit too much, even. He's tenting his own pants at this point.]

Say... why did you stop?

[He tugs Reign back, his grip still just as strong as ever despite how long Reign was feeding on him. There's really no hiding the lust in his eyes, nor how breathless he sounds -- but it might be hard to say how much is genuine, and how much might just be from Feign's pheromones. The truth was somewhat 50/50 -- but that's still not enough for Mephisto to mind.]

Aren't you going to finish what you started? I don't allow just anyone to touch me like this. You've been given a very rare opportunity, Mr. Fear -- it would be a shame to waste it.

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