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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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[He actually came on command?? They needed to get inside. Mephisto is starting to feel too powerful like this, and he couldn't let it go to head too soon... at least, not until they could arrange a safe word.]

Fufu, what a dirty vampirchen you are. Now just what am I going to do about this spot on my nice suit?

[He drops his cape to the side, instead grabbing a handful of Reign's hair to pull his head and angle his face back up at Mephisto's. His own face is flushed, licking his lips as he stares back into Reign's eyes.]

Looks like I'm going to have to give you another lesson... you're going to be quite busy tonight!

[ Granted, Reign had been riled up to the point that he was very close to climax, and the way Mephisto's commanded him, the tone of his voice, was enough to push him.

He chuckled sheepishly in return, which soon morphed into a gasp when his hair was gripped and his head pulled back, the angle quite uncomfortable, yet not one Reign was minding. But oh, it seemed that Mephisto was getting eager as well. ]

Ah... Well, I would offer to clean the spot on your suit, but I prefer getting more lessons from you instead, Sir.

[He takes a step back, looking down first at Reign, and then himself. And with a grin, he makes a point of snapping his fingers and cleaning the mess off his own leg instantly -- but leaving Reign still a mess.]

Then follow me.

[And he turns, gesturing for Reign to follow as he leads him into the hotel and past the check-in counter -- having already set up a room for them. He had to make sure they had the right equipment for this "lesson"... though at a glance, the room will look completely normal.]

Now, before we do anything else, there's something very important we must discuss first!

[ Weeeeh? Not fair that Mephisto had the power to do whatever he wanted with a snap of his finger, but Reign swallowed the whine and obediently followed after the demon, making certain that his long vest and jacket were pulled lower to cover the front of his trousers. But with the flushed look on his face, anyone could easily deduce what had occurred to him.

So anyway, into the hotel and past the check-in counter, all the way up to the designated room that Mephisto likely had booked earlier.

It was indeed a normal looking room, sparsely furnished without any notable decors. Turning his attention back to Mephisto, Reign nodding, listening attentively. ]

What is it, Mr. Pheles?

[ Oh? No longer using "Sir"? In truth, Reign wasn't certain which he should use, unless Mephisto was going to be specific with details. He wondered what important matter Mephisto wanted to discuss with him. Reign stood straight, hands crossed behind his back, all his focus on the demon. ]

[He steps closer once they're in the room again, reaching out to run a hand along Reign's cheek and down his neck --.his touch bordering on sweet and gentle, even if his expression didn't quite match up.]

For the "lesson" I have in mind, we're going to need a safe word! I have no desire to play with someone who isn't enjoying himself -- and seeing as we're still only just getting acquainted, I'm not aware of just what your limits are!

Though considering what you've put up with so far... [The look on his face shifts to one that is clearly trying to hold back a laugh.] Do you even have any?

[ Reign easily leaned into the touch, and if he were a cat, would be purring right now. But this was an important thing Mephisto wanted him to listen, so Reign tried not to be distracted by the demon's touch.

All right, this was something Reign clearly had not thought about. Not even when he was working at Shades Darker. There was no such thing as a safe word. No such rule at all. ]

Urm... I'm afraid not. None of my partners have asked me to come up with one. Or to even suggest such a rule. Is it important?

[Perhaps a kinder person would wonder just what sort of partners Reign must have had, to be so interested in being treated roughly and yet not being aware of what safewords are. But he doesn't bother. Safety nets like that were a more modern phenomenon anyway.]

Oh, they're very important! Particularly for those like myself who enjoy a game with a little resistance. [Having already taken off his gloves, he curls his fingertips in to draw the sharp tips of his nails against Reign's skin -- only enough to tickle, but more than enough to warn for just how sharp they were.]

How am I to know if your cries of pain are ones of pleasure, or ones earnestly asking for me to stop? For all that I may be a demon, I truly have no desire to cause you any harm. We're pleasure seekers, after all. And there's far more pleasure in drawing out your hidden desires than in forcing you to do something you don't want to.

[ Perhaps it was actually fortunate of Reign that none of his partners had gone too far, none of them overstepping the border to outright cruelty. But he was beginning to see the reason of a safe word. The sharp nails were a clear reminder of just how easily Mephisto could pierce the skin and draw blood, which Reign wouldn't have minded at all. But it was enough of a warning, reminded of that time when he felt their sharpness back at the skull cave. ]

Mn, well, you're right. I suppose it is important after all. It's just not a concept I'm familiar with. But what if I'm unable to speak, or gagged?

I have no intention of limiting your speech to the point of being entirely unintelligible... or at least, certainly not tonight! [Because like hell he's going to work alongside someone who's this fun to seduce and play with and not try for a repeat. He's already learned it's easier to just be upfront about it.]

Naturally there's an element of trust in it as well. Just as I must trust you to stop me before I go too far, you must trust that I will stop, and will pay attention if it seems you've gone past the point of being able to stop me.

[Mephisto wasn't the sort to trust others easily. But when trust was the name of the game, he was certainly capable of playing along.]

Of course, all of this is simply hypothetical. Given what you've shown me so far, I don't think it will see any use. But just in case...

[He drags his hand down along Reign's neck and chest, popping open a few buttons of his shirt a he leaves light pink scratch marks along his skin.]

If at any point you need me to stop, just say the word Time and I will. Understood?

[ Reign sighed with relief when he heard that. He didn't think he was quite prepared to have his speech limited just yet, or even his sight. But he was pleased that Mephisto was telling him all these, teaching Reign about certain details that he should have been privy about. ]

All right. I'll keep that in mind.

[ At least in that regards, Reign knew that trust was essential for both parties. Despite Mephisto being a demon, the type of being that shouldn't be trusted at all, Reign saw no problem with placing his trust in him. Thus far, Mephisto hadn't done anything that made him uncomfortable. So, points for the demon.

He nodded again, sucking in a quick breath as he felt the sharp nails raking down his body, the buttons of his white shirt popping open until the top of his vest. It stung a bit, but no blood was drawn, and yet the lingering pain sent a shiver through Reign. ]

Yes, I understand. "Time" is the safe word. [ Reign put that to memory, and though he had a feeling it mightn't be used so soon, it was best not to take it for granted. ] And how am I to refer to you while we're playing, Mr. Pheles?

Oh, I think you had a pretty good idea before.

[His gaze draws downward, looking at the marks he's already left as he reaches up, smoothing his hands up along Reign's neck and cupping his face.]

While we are in here, you are to address me as sir. Is that clear?

[He's not going to give him much time to reply, as the moment he does, Mephisto leans in and captures his lips in a passionate kiss. Much as he wanted to jump into the game, after that little display outside, he had to make sure he was all warmed up again.]

[And of course, there was something to be said about the thrill of kissing someone with fangs. For as much as he may try to be careful, it would be impossible to kiss him like this without getting at least a little marked up -- be it Reign himself or Mephisto, seeing as they both had the same toothy problem.]

[ Perhaps it should be obvious to Mephisto by now, but Reign really, really did like being touched. He was an affectionate being, craving contact and to being close with his partner. So naturally Reign leaned into Mephisto's hand, nodding as he opened his mouth to reply.

But the words barely formed before he was being kissed, taking him by surprise, his breath stolen in a moan. He didn't hesitate, arms coming up to wrap around Mephisto's neck, trying to bring the demon that much closer to him as he stood on his tiptoes.

It was thrilling to know how much Mephisto wanted him as well, and Reign moaned happily at that though, lips parting to allow the demon's tongue in, sharp teeth nipping playfully. But with how passionate and heated the kiss was, it didn't take long before Reign tasted blood. Whether his or Mephisto's, it was no different, both mixed to form a unique flavour.

All throughout that, Reign slipped one hand down Mephisto's body, fingers tugging at the demon's scarf, popping buttons open until he could slip his hand in to feel the warm skin. ]

[By contrast, Mephisto wasn't nearly as affectionate, for all he knew how to fake it. But he enjoyed touching, kissing, keeping his hands busy... but above all else, he liked being in control.]

[At first he doesn't mind the feeling of Reign's arms around his neck, using it as an excuse to run his own hands up through Reign's hair. With the way he plays with the strands, it won't be long until the ribbon holding his hair back is loosened enough to let his hair free, letting him run his fingers through the silky locks.]

[But it seems this pampering wasn't meant to last, as the feeling of Reign's hand against his skin sends a light shiver down his back, realizing he should put a stop to that before he gets carried away.]

[All too quickly, he pulls his hands back and seeks out Reign's wrists, grabbing hold of them and pinning them up at eye level. It only takes a little step to get Reign's back up against the door, making it all too easy to pin him there.]

I don't recall giving you permission to touch me. Are you starting to get excited again, mein vampirchen?

[ Reign was indeed getting a little ahead of himself there, letting out happy hums and pleased moans with every kiss and touch. With the ribbon loosened, his brown locks fell nicely past his shoulder, silky smooth and soft to the touch. After all, despite not being exactly well-off just yet, Reign made certain to take special care of his hair.

He let out a confused sound when Mephisto pulled back to take hold of his wrists, not at all resisting even when he was pushed back against the door, effectively pinned like some butterfly specimen.

That was when Mephisto's words made the reason clear to Reign, and he couldn't help chuckling sheepishly, his cheeks colouring a deeper pink. ]

Ah... Maybe? But you didn't say I couldn't touch you, nor have you laid out some rules, Sir?

[ He tugged against the grip, testing the demon's strength, more out of curiosity than any intention to escape. ]

Does the master explain the rules of the house to his dog when he brings him home? Or does he not simply correct him when he's made a mistake?

[His grip is strong, but not unnaturally so. He's not using his full strength yet, waiting for a good opportunity to surprise him.]

Now then-- it seems you made quite the mess of yourself outside. Why don't you change out of those filthy clothes and let me clean you up?

[He releases his hands and steps back, turning on his heel and sauntering off towards the bed, taking a seat-- and very obviously leering at him, hand on his chin as he watches. Will he put on a little show without any prompting?]

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[ Normally, Reign would have felt insulted to be referred or compared to a dog, but this was Mephisto, and with the current circumstances he was in, the comparison only had Reign giving a small sheepish smile. ]

No, Sir. Mistakes are corrected by the master instead.

[ Reign was almost surprised when Mephisto released his grip on him, though it soon became obvious what the demon intended for him to do. He swallowed heavily, his body trembling lightly with the pure need to do his utmost best and not disappoint his master.

He waited until Mephisto had settled down, took a deep breath to psych himself up, then began his little show. His movements were slow but with a coy touch, made natural without being too forced. First to be removed were the gloves, pulled off his hands with his teeth, then dropped to the ground. Then followed by the jacket and vest, never hurried, but with the kind of movement that made certain Mephisto was watching him.

Those too slid down to the floor, and Reign began to walk towards Mephisto, with each step, a shirt button was unbuttoned, his white tie pulled off to join the other clothing. Now half naked, Reign finally placed his hands on the belt buckle, stepping out of his shoes, a slow grin forming on his lips. Was Mephisto enjoying the show thus far? ]

[Oh, he was enjoying it. Immensely. Even if he weren't looking, chances are Reign would be able to feel Mephisto's gaze taking him in, nearly unblinking as he watched every subtle movement and slip of cloth against skin. It wasn't quite a strip tease, but keeping it more subtle actually appealed more to Mephisto's own interests -- it felt more genuine like this. It let him know Reign was as into this encounter as he was.]

[The hand on her chin slides up further, biting one of his knuckles to spare his lip the abuse, but all the while imagining marking up that pale, smooth skin of his with bite and scratch marks. Ah, but first he needed to help him get clean, yes? He already had an idea in mind for how to go about doing that... and perhaps he could take the opportunity to give Reign another "lesson in patience" -- since that seemed to go over so well the first time.]

[But for now he watches, not yet reaching out to touch, but very obviously fighting the urge.]

[ Sometimes, less strip show flair was more intriguing, and Reign was utterly pleased to see that Mephisto was enjoying himself. Gosh, seeing the way Mephisto bit his knuckles, Reign yearned for those teeth marks to decorate his skin instead, wear them like a trophy.

Now within arms length of the demon, Reign stopped, though he made certain that his hand moved lower to nicely frame his tented erection, already hardening despite the orgasm he had earlier. But it seemed that Mephisto was still holding back, testing Reign's patience, and such a good test it was. ]

Sir...

[ His voice came out hushed, a tinge of pleading beneath, close to a beg. Patience, patience! Reign moved his hands back up, unbuckling and removing the belt, giving it a snap, the sound reverberating loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Of course, it wasn't as if Reign was planning to use it on the demon. Quite the opposite, if Mephisto caught his drift. ]

[Testing Reign's patience was one thing -- but this was definitely proving to be a test of his own as well. Despite knowing how much better it'll be the longer he waits for his own gratification, hearing him plead like that was almost too much.]

[Ah, but the snap of the belt helps distract him, bringing him back down. It was a little more forceful than anything Reign had done so far, but Mephisto knew the action wasn't directed at him. Just how rough did Reign want it? Perhaps this night could help test the waters, see how much he can get away with...]

[But in any case-- he's doing so well. He has Mephisto practically squirming in his seat at this point. So why not reward him? Something small, of course. Maybe something that'll only excite him more--]

You're driving me crazy, you know. [The words are low, hushed-- and heavy with lust.] Hurry up and let me see all you.

[ Perhaps this was the night when limits were tested and pushed, to see how far the both of them could go. At least, on Reign's side. While he could indulge in his fixes at Shades Darker, there was always something missing. Not enough. Would Mephisto be the one to provide the right ingredient and spice? It was now or never.

Reign was honestly doing his best to hold back, not at all helped at the sight of just how much his little show was affecting the demon as well. He may appear calm on the outside, but his facade had broken with that pleading earlier, and the flush on his face didn't help either, as was the heavy panting of his breath.

A whimper slipped out at Mephisto's words, and Reign nearly tripped over himself in his haste to undress as quickly as he could. The belt was tossed onto the bed, close enough that Mephisto could use it should he want to. Reign tugged both trousers and underwear down simultaneously, hopping first on one foot, then the other, before kicking it aside. Gone was the seductive minx from earlier, and all that remained was the pale-skinned vampire, erection standing hard and tall with a bit of pre at the tip, bared for the demon to view to his heart's content. ]

Do you like what you see, Sir?

[Already this hard again? It was flattering to his ego, really, to think that he could excite him this much -- and there wasn't much else in the world Mephisto loved more than being flattered.]

[He leans back with one hand resting down on the bed, the other moving down to his chin as he licks at his lips. There's no effort being put into schooling his expression into anything less than aroused and wanting, more than answering Reign's question for him.]

Oh, I think that I do. But you're still so filthy... we'll just have to fix that, won't we?

[Punctuated with a not-exactly-subtle lick of his lips, gesturing for Reign to get even closer to him.]

[ Who was the cause behind all this? Mephisto! Ever since they're first time together, just the thought of the demon was enough to make Reign throb in his loins. With a single crook of the finger, Mephisto could get Reign to come, to do his every biding. It was a dangerous liaison, to say the least. Besides, Reign had quite the libido as well.

Honestly, Mephisto should stop looking at Reign like that, because if looks could "kill", Reign could be coming with just a leer. ]

O-oh? Ah, yes.

[ He glanced down at himself, chuckling sheepishly at the drying cum on his dick, some sticking to his inner thighs. Mephisto didn't need to say another word as Reign stepped into the demon's space, right between his legs, practically vibrating with eagerness. If this was going where Reign thought it was, it would be the first time he'll feel Mephisto's mouth on him.

And oh, what a delight it would be! ]

[Oh, it was going exactly where he thought it was, Mephisto reaching up to rest his hands on both of Reign's hips. But before he pushes forward, he shoots a grin up at Reign.]

Ah, but there is just one little thing... if you make a mess again while I'm trying to clean you up, you will be punished.

[He leans forward, sticking out his tongue and flicking it over the head of Reign's cock. He knows there's no way Reign well be able to hold out at this rate... but that's exactly what he's counting on.] Understood?

[ Evil, evil, EVIL!! But oh gosh, that condition would be the death of Reign. He nodded fervently, then remembered to reply. ]

Yes. Yes, I understand, Sir.

[ His words came out breathless, ending in a moan at the tongue flick to the head of his cock. Reign knew better than to take matters into his own hand, but the temptation to push his member into Mephisto's inviting mouth was great. Of course, Reign was already reminded of the fact that the demon had sharp canines as well. Ah... Would Mephisto have his little revenge? An eye for an eye? A bite for a bite?

Reign bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds of pleasure, and to make certain he wouldn't reach out to grab Mephisto, he crossed his arms behind his back, putting himself at the mercy of the demon. ]

Good boy.

[And with that, Mephisto gets to work, running his tongue all along the length of Reign's cock, leaving no surface untouched. As he does, he slides his hands between Reign's thighs, making sure to "clean him up" as much as possible. And all the while, Mephisto's eyes are focused straight up at Reign, soft groans occasionally leaving his throat to let him know just how much he was enjoying this lewd act.]

[But even after he's clean, he's not stopping there. He brings the head up to his lips, slowly starting to take Reign into his mouth. But it's slow, and no doubt agonizing for Reign with just how much he wanted to move earlier. But his goal here isn't just to clean him up-- he wants to make him come again, so he can punish him. He's sure that's what Reign would want from this encounter, but he's been such a good boy so far, it was difficult to find an excuse...]

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