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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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[ 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.]

(her limbs are leaden; even if jon wasn't pressed against her back she wouldn't be able to move much just yet. she keeps waiting for the sense of horror at what they've just done to hit her but so far? it's nothing more that the unique pleasant exhaustion that accompanies sex.)

You okay? (she mutters, her voice dampened by the fabric of the couch.)

[ Crane doesn't really feel much love moving, yet, he shifted free of her and let himself fall back on the couch at almost an odd angle but half sitting up.]

Yeah, you okay too? [ His head not cleared yet enough to realize just what they have done, more so while his body is still humming from two mind-blowing orgasms. ]

Mhmm. (muffled still. she’s a mess. he's a mess. his couch is a mess. the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex. the effects must be dying down because zee at least feels a little more herself (for better or worse.) sitting up, she turns to face jon where he reclines on the other end of the couch looking equally exhausted. there's red from her lipstick all over his gaunt face...and it makes her laugh a little. but reality is hitting.)

Um...can we agree to not tell anyone about this?

[ Luckily, his vision was terrible beyond a foot or two from his face, so he couldn't even see the mess they had made on the couch. Or of her from where he leaned, yet, his eyes shifted to the blob of color he knew would be her against the dark couch.

The rare smile graced his features for a moment, it was rare to feel this relaxed. Yet when she spoke, the smile vanished, pushed back down for his normal bored expression. Nodding after a moment. Reaching over for one of the Halloween throw blankets on the back of the couch to offer her way. ]

I won't tell a soul, we can pretend this never happened. [ A second passing as that rare feeling of guilt started to weigh on him as he added. ] It shouldn't have happened, I am sorry, Zatanna.

[ Pushing off the couch to go find at least his jeans and her clothes. The scars on his back from the birds as a child visible but not at all on his mind for now. He wasn't shocked or bothered by the request, he was used to being a dirty secret to anyone who gave him a chance. This hadn't been a chance though, this had been purely Ivy's fault, a revenge she didn't even expect to get as who would expect to have a hero over at his home? ]

(his smile, however fleeting, is a little nice to see. but when it disappears so suddenly and jon's expression is schooled back into normalcy she can't help the inexplicable pang of guilt. was she ashamed? sure, a little. this sort of thing could ruin her. and it certainly wouldn't help his reputation either. well, it might earn him some slaps on the back and chuckled congratulations that he won't welcome.)

I should have just...I don't know, teleported you out of there and left. (she frowns and takes the blanket to preserve some modesty. not that there's any left.)

I, uh, didn't think you'd be that good.

[ Getting his jeans back on, before he gathered what he assumed was her clothes off the floor. Seeing one was his shirt, he slung it over his shoulder behind, finding her sweater. Bringing them over as she spoke. His expression the same despite the lack of glasses, he doesn't need to see her to know she's ashamed. Why wouldn't she be? Besides, the lack of consent beforehand bothered him. Even under the influence himself, he had taken advantage.

Even if he had had no control of himself. ] It was not your fault at all. The only person who bares any blame is me. I robbed Isley, you blame me. You can even hate me if that helps.

[ He was excellent at keeping his emotions unreadable. Shrugging once her clothes were handed over, tugging his t-shirt back on before walking over to the TV stand, opening a box where a spare pair of glasses were, orange lenses with black frames. Seeing the marks he left on her, the guilt grew.

The blood and lipstick still all over his face, as he leaned against the wall, he originally pushed her in to, crossing his arms over his bony chest. Keeping distance for her sake.]

It is not something I share, generally. Not very frightening if people knew, don't you agree? We all have our secrets. [ It didn't explain how, but just that he knew he was good at it.]

Why would I hate you? (she looks to him with a puzzled expression. the only person at fault is pamela, even if crane stole from her. and it hadn't not been mutual.

she takes her clothes and shrugs on her sweater, not bothering with the bra. zee wriggles on her underwear and jeans next...they're going immediately in the wash on her way to shower once she gets back to shadowcrest.)

Fair enough. You are kinda adorable with the lipstick everywhere.

I did rather take advantage of you and without your consent. [ Ahh, that damned guilt. That bleeds through his carefully placed mask. As often as he attacks predators, he did not enjoy thinking of himself as one, but currently he did. He wouldn't excuse a drunk man. Why should he get a pass?

Though, she clearly had the right idea, his boxers were laid with the flannel shirt he hadn't pulled back on. His washer and dryer were downstairs in that mess...

At least her next words got a chuckle out of him. ]

Do I now? Well, I would say the same about your neck, but I am not sure whether you would agree. [ Oh, he had left some hickies on her. Opps. She can magic those away, right? ]

Listen, Jon, I don't really see it that way. So don't beat yourself up over it. I just saved you from death by blue balls or sponatenous sexual combustion or something, (she waves a dismissive hand. sure, things are bound to be a little awkward moving forward but surely this wouldn't ruin their odd friendship.

at the mention of her neck she knows what he means without seeing the budding mouth-shaped bruises.)

Thank God for good stage make-up, (she laughs.) And yeah, you do.

[ He was about to retort when she made him laugh. How could anyone not find that a little funny. ] Well, thank you there. I'd rather take a bullet than that.

[ A little macabre, but it was true. She didn't look upset, but he wouldn't blame her if she was later.] So, we are okay then?

[ The words as he reached up where he felt some of the lipstick and rubbed it, which just made the smudge worse. ] I am told it's very helpful, some of my associates like to wear it if they expect to be on the news.

[ Suddenly he realized half under her was Nightmare's pillow, an obvious 'oh shit' look crossed his features. ] He will be upset... [ He grumbled before looking around, realizing he was missing two birds. One is not a concern, Craw does what Craw wants… Nightmare, however. ] Did you see Nightmare when you arrived?

We're okay. Other than maybe being sore layer, right? (she's trying her best to make light of it for both their sakes. zee watches as he wipes at the lipstick and it barely budges. amused, she waves her hand and her purse appears. after retrieving a pack of travel make-up remover wipes, she tosses it his way.) Here, use these. You'll be nice and exfoliated too.

(as for his question?) No, the house was completely quiet. The front door was unlocked but not open, though.

Oh, most certainly, but not a bad kind of sore.

[ She was certainly helping make light of it, and it was clearly improving his tanked mood. When her purse appeared, and he caught the wipe, fumbling before he caught it. Looking over it as if he had no idea what to do. He does, It's just not something he does often.

Leaning to the side some, looking towards the stairs, a bit of wall blocks the front door. ] I guess she came in through the front.

[ Opening the pack, he finally returned to the couch, a respectable distanced, glasses pulled off, and started to scrub at the smeared makeup far too hard. No wonder his skin isn't in the best shape. ] Why does it smell like baby powder?

Hey, easy there or you'll rub your skin raw! (she shakes her head. men. well, a good handful of them anyway.) Because it's a nice neutral scent. It's supposed to feel clean.

(while she's at it, she stuffs her bra into the purse and makes it vanish again.)

Oh, and I brought you some more books. They're on the kitchen table.

It is not like it will make my face any worse. [ Yes, that terrible self-image, he doesn't even sound upset when he says it. A simple fact to him. ] I suppose I can not argue that.

[ No comment on her bra, but he should probably kick his shirt and boxers down into the basement, but honestly, he doesn't want to go down there until he's sure it's aired out. He did remember Ivy leaving the door open at least. ]

Did you now? [ Oh, now things are back to normal, despite how much at ease he feels, and exhausted. Normally, two rounds, and he's down for the night, but maybe it was just something about her magic? Who knew. But he was awake enough to not be bothered now. ] I have finished the others you brought me. They make quite a bit of sense, despite thinking they would not. They are upstairs, though, I can go get those for you if you would like.

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