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It's Ponn Farr night at the Vulcan nightclub

a sex pollen meme

Is it chemistry? Biology? Is it magic? Who cares! It's a classic for a reason. Sex pollen is in the air, and your character is so horny they could die. Literally.

Available in three delightful flavors:

Tier 1: The mildest dose. You're mind-meltingly horny but still have all your faculties.
Tier 2: Altered mental state. The pollen is overwhelming your normal inhibitions and judgement.
Tier 3: I wanna fuck you like an animal. Downstairs head is now fully in charge, and you are no longer in control of your actions.

+Bonus Round: You start off at Tier 1, but progress rapidly through 2 and 3 the longer you try to resist the effects...

Post a top-level with your preferences regarding severity, whether you'd rather be the one dosed or the good samaritan helping them out, any relevant disclaimers regarding dub-/non-con limits, and if applicable, perhaps whether you'd prefer for literal death to not actually be on the table as a consequence.

As always you are encouraged to respect others' preferences, have fun, and generally be excellent to each other

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[ None of it is enough. Every touch makes him crave more, when she shoved him back, he almost stumbled back but caught himself. Jon's eyes widening at the sweater and bra being removed, struggling quickly to toss the open over shirt off and haul off the black undershirt. He was thin to be expected, covered in spares of pale red body hair and scars, luckily the worst scars were on his back so it wasn't as bad as it could be.

Swooping back in the skin to skin is so much better. The need still amplifying, but the touch almost like a balm, his head drops to her neck as his hands grasp her full breasts. Those long spidery fingers proving their worth as he fondled them, and used his knuckles to squeeze her nipples. His lips busy just under her ear, A nip given before working kissing further down. ]

Shit, Jon---

(zatanna moans for the first time, his touch like fire across her skin. she would have never thought he'd know what to do---it's a very pleasant surprise to feel him kneading at her plush breasts and kissing along her neck. it's still not enough. she reaches between them, cupping where he strains against his jeans (another surprise). any part of her that would usually scream at them to stop is drowned out by ivy's handiwork.)

[ Most wouldn't expect him to be as experienced as he was, and it wasn't something he'd be bringing up anytime soon.

The former doctor groaning out her name against her skin when she cups him through his jeans. Whatever jumbled words follow make no sense as his hips shift forward, to push chase more pressure from that delicate hand, craving more of her touch. A hand moves down to try to help get the rest of her clothes out of the way.

Despite the angle nearly making his back hurt, he tipped some to take the nipple of the abandoned breast between his lips. As tall as he was, it was a feat to pull off, but her skin was addicting, and he needed more of it. All logic was gone, just desire. ]

(it takes a minute of maneuvering, the clumsiness of their efforts not mattering in the slightest. zee wriggles out of her jeans and fumbles with the zipper of his and tugs them down off his slim hips. she stops only when crane arches over her with his head dipped to her breast and she practically whines a curse.)

More, please---

[ A noise was rumbled against her chest from deep within him. Lavishing attention on the nipple between his lips. Only then did he pull back for a breath, hunger in those eyes that were normally so calculating. His hands moved down to her hips then, squeezing them while kicking off his jeans the rest of the way.

While part of him wanted to hold her against the wall there, it would take too much time. He felt like he might die if he was not inside of her soon, pulling her back towards the couch, his hands still exploring. ]

Whatever ya want. [ Rolled free in that accent as they reached the couch from the small distanced, pulling her back down on the couch with him, so his back was against the seat, and her half atop of him, arching up to kiss her again.]

(she'd make a joke about his charming little accent slip if she had a mind to, but that's the absolute last thing on her mind. they fumble towards the couch in a tangle of kisses and touches. zatanna straddles his frame with ease, her hands cupping his angular face and kissing him hard, nipping at his lip. she'll roll her hips against him too.)

You. That's what I want.

[ Alas neither of them were in a state to joke, or make such choices, but here they were. Each kiss melting into another fumbling together, but when she straddles him and cups his face, there are no words he has.

His aching prick pushing up against her as she rolled her hips, a shutter rolling through crane as a fresh wave of warmth and desire coursed through. He didn't respond in words, no. Matching her kiss with vigor, his hands returned to caressing her breasts, shifting his hips with each roll, as if silently begging for entry. So many things his mind screamed to do, and only two hands to use.]

(she wants it as much as he does though surely when they come to their senses regret will overcome them. but it doesn't matter when she's feeling his hard cock against her and she's reaching, wrapping her hand around him. it wouldn't take much; she's slick and ready. and really? there's no sense in waiting. zatanna glances at him as she raises up on her knees just enough, gives him a few pumps, and sinks down and lets him fill her.)

[ There will be much regret when their senses return, for now? None of that mattered. Not with her soft hand pumping him, followed by the wet warmth of her enveloping him. He couldn't remember anyone ever feeling better than the feeling of being within her. It could be the pollen though, not like he could keep a thought in his mind outside of her.

His head tipped back some into the couch, back arching at how good it felt. Amped on by the pollen as those eyes snap open again and both hands return to her hips, shifting up to sink into her the rest of the way.

Whatever he tried to say was lost in a groan as a hand moved from her hips up into her hair to pull her down to him, if he was after her lips or breasts, who knew yet. Either would do as he kept shifting his hips, unable to keep still, needing to keep moving within her. Each shift a little harder than the last. One leg pulled up more on the couch to help with that.]

(zatanna attempts some semblance of restraint as she rides him but only in pace. otherwise? she's loud with gasps and moans accompanied by the squeak of the couch beneath them. his thin fingers tangle in her hair and yank her towards him and he'll surely swallow the next moan of pleasure she makes. it feels good. really good. but somehow it still doesn't feel like enough.)

[ The sounds coming from her were fueling him further, gasps and groans were given sporadically as she rode him, and he shifted to meet each downward thrust, unable to stay even if he might have wanted too. Kissing her deeply when she was close enough, swallowing the moan as he explored her mouth. His other hand, slipping down between them, to rub at her clit. Even lost in the power of the pheromones, some things were still a must.

The desire to go faster rising, but not yet willing to pull back enough to flip them.]

(his touch is electric and again she finds herself surprised that crane knows what he's doing. the consequence of her pleasure? well, he'd likely feel it not just in the way she clenches around him or in the look of her fair skin flushed. he'd feel it in the crackle of energy in the space between them, around them as her magic blooms freely.

and she kisses him hard, biting almost hard enough to draw blood and tugging at his lip. more, she wordlessly demands.)

[ He had been down in the pheromones longer than she had, maybe that was why he couldn't think much beyond want and need. Everyone has their secrets, and he works hard to make sure no one would assume he even has a passing interest in other people.

The feel of that energy around them triggers something in his mind, but he can't even compare it to how beautiful she had looked in the throes of fear, the last time he felt her magic. Still, that bite got her a moan of her name, only then did he growl start putting more force behind each thrust up of his hips, his legs helping, as his legs were where his strength was hidden. Those spidery fingers kept up their nimble work as he kissed her back. Nothing else mattered but chasing that high.]

Fuck, Jon--- (zatanna keens as he picks up the pace and starts thrusting up into her with more force. she grips at his shoulders, her nails adding crescent-shaped indentions to the constellation of scars on his back. the pleasure is building quickly now and she wants release so badly she might actually cry with frustration. but she doesn't have to wait that much longer---her hips snap harshly when she comes around him and suddenly everything feels like too much rather than not enough. her magic bursts alongside her, something that might make crane's hair stand on end.)

[ Hearing his name on her lips sent a fresh jolt of desire through him, but it was her nails that had him groan out her name in that thick, desire laden accent. A touch of pain always helped to push him closer to the edge.

Feeling both the way she clinched around him with her release, and the magic popping, his body hair was certainly on end. Both hands moved going to her hips, he hadn't slowed at all, so close behind her. A few more thrusts, and he pulled her tight against him as he came with a shout.

The problem was, as soon as the bliss of orgasm started to seep in, so did the heat returning. ] Zatanna...

[ A moment of clarity as the pharamones started to dig their claws back in.]

(it takes a moment for her to come down and realize crane is still going---her name muttered in that southern drawl brings her back to the moment in a blissful haze of satisfaction and want. he holds her hips close as he orgasms and all zee can do is cling to him until he says her name again almost like a warning.

she pulls away, rising to her feet---but not to flee their terrible mistake. no, it's only to reposition herself on all fours, her forearms braced on the arm of the couch. zee wiggles her hips enticingly and waits for jon to get the hint.)

[ Looking back later, he may feel that second call of her name was a warning. Those were worries for the future when the fog lifts.

There was no clarity for now, just a whine he will deny when she pulled off of him and rose to her feet. Biting his lip as those eyes scanned over her form. He didn't need to be told twice when she braced her forearms on the couch. He was up and off the couch right away, stepping behind her quickly. Not even a moment spared to take in the beauty on display, no he was busy teasing her wet folds with the head of his cock a moment or so, speaking low into her ear as he pushed in. ]

My cum’s dripping out, let me push it back in you.

(she arches her back and hisses a sigh when crane fills her again and speaks so obscenely right by her ear. she doesn't even think about how she'd let him finish inside her in the first place. no, the only thing she can't think of is how she wants more. zatanna rocks back against him to emphasize that point.)

Come on, Jon, (she casts a glance over her shoulder at him.) Don't hold back.

[ They were at least both lucky that he had had that problem taken care of as soon he could find a doctor who didn't try to talk him out of it. He wanted his family line to die with him, but that didn't matter now.

What mattered was the feeling of her rocking back against him. Kicking him into gear, pulling back and thrusting back in with much more force than moments before. One spidery hand grabbed her hair, the other back to one of her breasts, kneading and teasing the nipple again, but not slowing his harsh pace at all. ]

Fuck, that feels so good.

(zatanna would have dropped her head when his hips snap against her ass but crane grabs a fistful of dark hair and keeps her body arched. and he's right; it does feel good. really, really fucking good. between his palming at her breast and the punishing, spectacular pace, she's on the fast track to another orgasm.)

[ He was going to be down for the count by the time the pheromones cleared up, he was no spring chicken, and who even knew if he's eaten in the last twenty-four hours. None of that mattered, though, not while he was driving harshly into her. Her plush curves felt divine against his bony form.

Whatever he was muttering was low enough that it was lost to the sound of harsh breath and slapping skin. That fist stayed in her hair while the other kept up its magic on her breasts. ]

(she hears the muttering, even if she can't quite tell what it is. for her part? it's cursing intermingled with praises that she might be embarrassed about later. in fact, this whole situation would fall into that category. but that doesn't matter in the slightest when he's pushing her closer and closer to the brink with every stroke, when he's surrendering to the flesh as much as she is.)

Almost there---ohfuckohfuck---!

[ A rumbled noise is his answer, keeping to exactly what he was doing to help push her over the edge, knowing he's right behind her. ]

Scream for me. [ The words hissed out as he felt himself right on the edge, still thrusting into her at a pace that would be sure to have his hips aching tomorrow.]

(she lets her head drop, though it makes his grip in her hair that much tighter. it comes out as a broken sob first but, yeah, she'll scream for him in the throes of another orgasm. her thighs tremble and his thrusts force her further down onto the couch---it feels so good. maybes it's the pheromones. maybe it's the illicitness of the whole affair. but all she really knows is her mind feels utterly blank and overwhelmed in the moment.)

[ At first that broken sob had his pace faulted, but as it picked up pitch, he felt himself right on the edge. That scream, the last thing he needed, reach his peak in time with hers.

A few slow rocks of his hips, drawing out the sensation for them both as she is forced more into the couch, his head drops on her back. Heavy gasps of air taken in. He requires a moment, the exhaustion of two orgasms that close together had him hazy. Unable to focus enough to tell if the pheromones were still coursing through or if he was about to take a nap on the floor or couch.]

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