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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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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.

[ Reign's worry turned into one of concern at Mephisto's question, to one of pure disbelief. Was Mephisto turned on by what he just did? What about his pheromones? But he barely had time to think up a reply for Mephisto's question when he was tugged back in, the lust in the demon's gaze taking him by surprise.

This close, it was quite evident what the hard bulge against his thigh was, and Reign's own eyelids lowered to half mast, his arousal returning at full force. It seemed that he hadn't need to worry about losing control, because chances were Mephisto was powerful enough to stop him.

Hopefully. ]

Finish...? Ah...

[ His hands roamed down the length of Mephisto's front, gaze dropping meaningfully to the demon's tented erection, then back up with a knowing look. He made a show of licking his lips, slowly sliding down until he was at eye-level with the prominent bulge, giving the package a squeeze. ]

You will allow me this privilege of having another drink?

[Mephisto can't help but watch in anticipation as he moves lower, grinning as he bites at his lower lip.]

I told you to drink to your heart's content, didn't I?

[Even through the fabric of his pants, that squeeze has him tensing up, gripping the edge of his desk with one hand and smoothing the other down his chest. He already feels overwhelmed, and far more turned on than he was expecting -- but he's not going to complain. Even if it is bringing out far more honest expressions than he'd normally make, as excited as he is to feel those lips around his cock.]

You certainly did.

[ Reign murmured as he continued to hold Mephisto's gaze, returning the grin with a cheeky one of his own. He didn't think seeing Mephisto react in such a way would arouse him so much, making Reign feel almost... powerful. But he didn't want that. He wanted Mephisto to tell him what to do, to be ordered. Reign wondered if he could test his limits.

Leaning closer, Reign kissed along the shape of the demon's tented erection, lips mouthing the entire length, giving a hint of what he would do. Ever so slowly, his fingers worked to unbuckle and pull the zip down, then resumed mouthing Mephisto's clothed cock, all the while making sure that Mephisto was watching every little action he did.

In his mind, Reign was repeating a mantra of please, please order me, please! and to tell him what to do, take charge of where this was going. Otherwise, Reign will just drag this on. ]

[He watches silently, save for the sound of his own heavy breathing. The feeling of his lips pressing against him like that damn near has him squirming, aching for more, for him to pull out his cock and suck it down his throat--]

[But that doesn't happen. Instead, he continues teasing him, driving him crazy and leaving him wanting more and more. And as patient as Mephisto could be, like this, there's only so much be can take before he takes matters into his own hands. Which he'll do, reaching down to grab a handful of Reign's hair, jerking quickly to grab his attention.]

Such a naughty little vampire you are-- do you plan on teasing me all day? Or do you not know how to suck a cock?

[ Finally, Reign got what he wanted, letting out a whimper at the tug on his hair. It hurt, making him wince, but oh in such a good way and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. ]

Yes, I've been very n-naughty vampire, Mr. Pheles. I will stop teasing you.

[ Reign had enough practice ever since he begun working as an escort at Shades Darker, providing services to clients who had a specific preference. Without wasting another second, he tugged on the waistband of Mephisto's underwear, finally revealing the object of his desire.

He wrapped his lips around the head, being mindful of his sharp teeth as he begun to bob his head, taking in as much of the demon's length into his mouth as he could. His hands weren't idle either, moving to fondle Mephisto's balls and stroke his length, though he'd made sure to remove his gloves beforehand. ]

[O-Oh... this is a lot more all at once than he was expecting. Was he trying to make Mephisto force him to do it? Just who was trying to seduce who here??]

[But he's hardly going to complain when he's the one getting a blowjob out of it. The feeling of his lips closing around his cock has him gasping, but to them feel Reign starting to work him with both hands actually manages to pull a rather lustful moan out of him. But contrary to how he is in all other walks of life, it's rather quiet -- only magnified by the small size of the room and comparative silence around them.]

[The hand gripping his hair remains, grip tightening as he shifts closer to the edge of the desk to better move his legs apart.]

Well, well! Someone is-- nng, rather eager, isn't he?

[ Indeed Reign was trying to get Mephisto to do what he want, but he also yearned for the demon to take control, to just take from Reign. Lord over the vampire.

Nonetheless, it was a bit of an ego boost to hear those gasps, particularly that moan. The though that someone may very well walk into Mephisto's office had crossed Reign's mind, but even that in itself made their little fun time all the more exciting.

Reign let out another throaty moan at the grip in his hair, shifting closer when Mephisto parted his legs, responding to the question with a groan and an attempted grin around the other's erection. However, it wasn't only Mephisto who was feeling it, Reign's own hardness was pressing painfully against the tight confines of his trousers. ]

Mmghn...

[Mephisto can feel the vibration of Reign's throat when he moans, pushing down on Reign's head as if he could possibly take him any deeper. Now that he's finally getting some relief, he can see that be should be working on gaining back some of his control. But what to do...]

[Ultimately, his eyes trail downward, and he sees the way Reign is squirming there on the floor. With a pointed grin, he shifts himself as best he can to get his leg up between Reign's legs, pressing the flat sole of his boot up against that bulge in his pants.]

...and enjoying yourself too, hmm? You should be careful. I'm going to need you to focus, lest you scrape me with those fangs of yours. If you mess up... [He presses in with his boot, giving his cock an added dose of pressure.] I'll be returning the pain to you tenfold.

[ The sudden pressure on his head nearly make Reign gag, though instead of being annoyed, he took the hint and did his best to take in as much of Mephisto's length. So thick, so big! It only drew more muffled sounds of pleasure from Reign.

One of his hand was travelling down, intending to relief some of his ache when he let out a startled sound, looking up at Mephisto with widened eyes. The added pressure sent a dose of panic in his gaze, and yet at the same time sending a delicious thrill down his spine, making him shudder.

Rather than heed the warning, Reign decided to push his luck. He didn't do it instantly, allowing Mephisto to enjoy the blowjob he was giving, and then, the barest of graze. Not enough to break skin, but the hint was there.

Now the question was, how badly would Mephisto make him pay. ]

[Ah, what a good look on his face. It has Mephisto grinning, keeping up the pressure on Reign's cock while simultaneously preventing him from seeking his own relief -- save for perhaps shamelessly grinding against his boot.]

[Though he feels feels that scrape of teeth, he won't do anything about it yet other than groan. It might just have been his intention to get Reign to try it, savoring the pinpricks of pain it brought... but there is one thing he's going to do.]

[Reaching down with his free hand, he cups it against the side of Reign's face, leaning down.]

Put your hands down and relax your throat.

[And once he obliges... Mephisto grabs onto Reign's head and starts moving him, fucking him down onto his cock at a much faster pace than Reign was moving before -- and each time, taking in his full length.]

[ For all the slight pain and pressure Mephisto was putting on Reign's erection, the vampire was thoroughly enjoying that treatment, even shifting his hips back and forth to create some sort of friction.

What a bad vampire Reign was. More so as he tried a few more attempts at grazing with his sharp fangs when Mephisto didn't outright chastise him.

But Reign knew his comeuppance would come sooner or later, and there it was. The order that Reign easily complied. Despite knowing what Mephisto was going to do, despite trying to relax his throat as much as possible, mouth opening wider, it still took him by surprise.

He choked a bit, trying to breathe through his nose, eyes watering at the force of each thrust down his throat. Even then, Reign didn't stop him, keeping his hands obediently on his laps. It hurt, made things uncomfortable and sloppy, but damn if it didn't make his cock harder. ]

[It was just what he wanted to see -- that shocked expression, those watery eyes... he can feel his cock throbbing in Reign's throat, getting closer with each movement. He continues fucking him like this for what might feel like a small eternity, but soon enough, he pauses.]

Haa... ready to drink it all down?

[It's the only warning he'll give before he resumes, fucking him down only a handful of times before he pulls him in close, his whole body going tense as he comes deep into Reign's throat. He gasps, biting down on his own lower lip as if to silence himself even as he feels that powerful orgasm rush through him.]

[He releases him then, but he won't pull him back off his cock, leaving that to Reign. Such a lewd sight... he could get used to this.]

[ Reign didn't know how long it lasted, only knew that his own pleasure was derived from Mephisto's enjoyment, his own desire pushed aside to focus on the demon's. Whatever Mephisto wanted to do to him, Reign will freely give.

The brief pause was a small reprieve for Reign, as was the warning. All Reign could do was to make a sound of understanding, letting out a muffled cry when Mephisto shot his load. Reign did his best to swallow as much and as quickly as possible, nearly choking at the amount of cum he was taking.

When he felt the pressure off his head, Reign pulled back just enough to breathe properly, though he still kept Mephisto's cock in his mouth, sucking and licking every drop clean. Only then did Reign release his hold, pressing a final kiss to the tip. ]

Did I do well, Mr. Pheles?

[ Reign's voice was understandably rough-sounding, his arms coming up to wrap around Mephisto's leg, his own erection still hard and throbbing beneath the other's boot. ]

[Those little flicks of his tongue as he laps up every last drop of cum has Mephisto shivering, eyes sliding closed as he lets Reign clean him up. The sole of his boot is still pressed down against his cock, rocking against it as Reign clings to his leg.]

Hmm, I'd say you did well enough. [Liar -- he never came that fast, Reign was much better than he was expecting. But he's putting on a show here, seeing the way Reign was getting off on being treated so roughly.] You might have earned a higher score had you listened to me... didn't I tell you not to use those teeth of yours?

[Of course, he doesn't actually sound mad about it. He reaches down to run a gloved hand along the side of Reign's face, his own flushed as he grins.] Perhaps I should teach you a little lesson?

[ Who would have thought that a demon's cum would taste just as delicious? Reign didn't think he could get enough of it. Whatever side effects of the tea, any remaining thirst he had, would now have been sated after swallowing Mephisto's load.

The praise (even if Mephisto were only saying it for show) made Reign brighten up, utterly pleased that he'd done a job well. But he couldn't help letting out a whimper, smiling sheepishly at the idea of taught a "lesson". ]

What kind lesson will you teach me, Mr. Pheles?

[ It didn't help that the pressure on his erection was barely enough, just sufficient to keep Reign on the edge. ]

Hmm... how about a lesson in patience?

[A bit abruptly, he pulls his leg back and snaps his fingers -- setting his own clothes proper once more with a little poof of smoke, before sitting back on the edge of his desk.]

You see, I'm afraid I have very important business I still need to attend to... and the sort of lesson I have in mind would be rather difficult to do here in my office.

[He does, kinda. He needs to write down the results of that last batch of tea, and try to rework the formula while it's still fresh in his mind. But mostly, he wants to punish Reign a little. How can he not when he's making a face like that??]

But if you think you can hold on until tonight-- I promise it'll be a "lesson" you'll never forget.

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