Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Panda]

Forest found herself grinning at Thomas's confession.  She said, "I think I know why she thinks of you as a sibling.  Especially if she's your head of security.  She probably has done a lot to take care of you."

She held up her finger and said, "In a crowd like this, its better to listen to see if there's any music.  If there is, try to focus on that and the rabble becomes a sort of white noise."  Then she frowned at his comment about good people being rare.  If she was more optimistic she'd make a comment about good being in everyone, but she knew that wasn't the case.  Instead she said, "Sometimes you just have to give people a chance.  Like Time seems like a decent sort."

She grinned at Time enjoying his drink and said, "Try a Scotch Sour next then.  It . . ." a frown crossed her face as her indigo eyes darkened, "It was my g- son's favorite."

Adjutor, in this moment, decides that the current alcohol simply isn't doing it. He decides this, having drunk half a brandy, still somehow lucid enough to mix two Scotch Sours.

Reinforce? I mean...they've...done it before...back in...Orthos.

I think you've had a little too much.

You're the fucking hedonist! You're not supposed to say things like that!

What I'm trying to say is that you really shouldn't be using Concepts in your current state, unless of course you want to try detoxing yourself, in which case go right ahead.

Unfortunately, this warning came too late, as Adjutor had already, by some miracle, formed the Concept and Actualized it. Even worse, due to his current somewhat drunken state, the Concept flowed through not just Adjutor's drink, but through the entire bar. Thus, not only was the Bar itself Reinforced, but also every drink on or in it. Not realizing this, two more tendrils carry the now Reinforced Scotch Sours to Time (talks too much) and the pale blond thing (Nice legs, can't tell about the ass right now, as she's sitting in a chair.).

[Brahmastra]

Lawrence flipped up her short skirt as he pulled her hips towards his, ramming hilt deep into her once again. A hand smacked her pale ass, reddening it again and again in the shape of his palm. So she wanted him to do his worst? Alright then. She'd asked for it.

Misaya let out a purring groan as her cheeks got smacked, her back stretching agilely like a kitten as her slit dripped copious juice onto her flawless inner thighs as she received his thrusts into her with sighs that begged for breath. Her hands pressed against the wall, letting her have solid footing.

"I don't think I have to prove anything when you've already squirted twice, and I'm still not done..." He growled into her ear as he pressed her down onto the silky sheets, lifting that round ass of hers upward to plunge even deeper into her core with each stroke. A hand diddled at her raised nub as he grabbed a hold of her hair to yank her head back close enough for him to nibble at her ear and neck, pressing onwards as she tightened around him. He casually twirled the thick strands across her back as he thrusted, lost in his desire to make sure she wouldn't be walking any time soon after this.

"Ah, watch the, hair you brute! That's one of my charm points! Hhh" Misaya said as he began pulling on her perfect raven locks, his other hand being pushed away from her dripping slit by one of hers. If no one could hit the right spot, you'd have to do it yourself. Her buttocks shook slightly and gently as she was filled to the brim with Law's hardness, feeling the pleasure from it run into her head, letting out a heavy sigh of absolute bliss.

"Hands, ah, off." Having enough of the mistreatment, the rape of her poor hair, the Lady of the Wolves pushed her hips backwards with all she could, forcing Law into a sitting position beneath her hips, a smug glint in her eyes that radiated arousal as she took control once more. Her fingers fumbling with her clit as the other of her hands balled the sheets in a fist, containing her arousal as she began to ride him impatiently, back turned to him as her ass collided with his hips on every bounce on his cock, forcing a delicate moan from her lips as her aroused face with closed eyes turned skywards, begging for more pleasure to assault her body.
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[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lawrence kicked himself eternally. He should have known the hair was off limits. Cursing his instinct, he thrust his hips up as she came down, hands exploring her body as she rode him like a madwoman. He needed to regain control. And he had to do it soon. His grip met her breasts, massaging them as she rode him, fingers roughly teasing her soft flesh and hard nubs that poked out from them, as he pulled her backwards onto his chest. He let himself fall back down to the bed, dragging her with him as he did. Thrusting upwards into her as she lay on top of him, his mouth once again found her ear, playing with it for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Sorry. But I'm not letting you use that as an excuse... hah... to say you didn't feel satisfied enough." His brutal thrusts continued as his hands roughly played with her body.

[Brahmastra]

"Ahh, maybe I'd be satisfied, hh, if you weren't so goddamn slow, to get me off." Misaya whined as she was pulling backwards, the back of her head bumping into his chest as Lawrence kept thrusting into her at breakneck speeds, forcing moans that echoed off the transparent walls from her little red mouth while his hands roamed her shaky chest and midriff. She left pleasure peaking at the top of her spine as Law blew her mind.

"But... at least, you're pretty good. Aaaaah", Misaya forced out, before she, with a satisfied cry of orgasmic joy came, letting out a thin ray of her cum that shot into the air, dirtying the fine bed as Misaya thrusted her hips towards Law's shaft, riding out her orgasm as he kept thrusting into her depths, the small prickling flames of arousal still forming under her skin.

[Alice]

Tom

Tom raised an eyebrow at the offered hard iced tea, but accepted it. Normally he wasn't terribly fond of alcohol, but while Forest had improved things for him, he still wasn't exactly happy with his circumstances. Getting drunk could help. He sipped on it lightly while Forest replied to him.

"I think I know why she thinks of you as a sibling.  Especially if she's your head of security.  She probably has done a lot to take care of you."

He smiled again, faintly. "Hmph. I suppose she has. She's the only person I honestly trust in the whole damn company really. Especially towards the top. Too many greedy old men trying to take advantage of my youth and power."

She held up her finger and said, "In a crowd like this, its better to listen to see if there's any music.  If there is, try to focus on that and the rabble becomes a sort of white noise."

He took a moment to test this. He could hear a bit of music over the grunts and screams of intercourse, faintly. It wasn't much, considering how loud the copulation was, but it was something. He looked over to her, grateful.

"Sometimes you just have to give people a chance.  Like Time seems like a decent sort."

He found himself snorting at that as he took another sip. Time still managed to grate on him. Though her first statement... perhaps she was not wrong. His memories were scattered, but... there were times he remembered as a boy, of kind faces, while often distant, showed care and affection for his sake. There was still an air of loneliness and he had still been used in a sense, but... he had been regarded as a person. Not a tool that happened to be sentient, a living being with a soul. Those days seemed so distant now, almost like a dream even. So much so that sometimes he wondered if they were even real.

Forest's voice brought him back to reality.

"Try a Scotch Sour next then.  It . . ." a frown crossed her face as her indigo eyes darkened, "It was my g- son's favorite."

Her sadness all made sense now. Tom didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry for your loss." His own face darkened for a moment. Just saying that felt so hollow. And yet what else could he say? But then, so much of late had felt hollow. Was this the curse of humanity? So much to learn before he took action...

He made ready to offer Forest a drink, but the tendril wielding bartender offered Time and Forest alike Sours. Instead he just quietly waited for her response.

Rin

"You really do lie a lot Rin. You should be honest with yourself - you did miss me. I certainly missed having you around." Taking a drink of the liqour he smiled. "I've just been tending bar here really. This place has enough magical energy to keep me supplied without an issue."

A reply was caught in her throat, her face still red as her shirt. The tentacles serving drinks didn't precisely help things either. She warily accepted the red wine anyway, however, and gingerly took a sip. Finally, she managed a response.

"W-well, maybe I did miss you. A lot. That doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you though!" Her features became contemplative. "Though this place supplying enough mana to support you without needing to rely on a Master. Now that's interesting. I wonder if my magecraft would get a boost from this place."

Archer raised his glass and clinked it against Rin's. "So. Drink up, so we can catch up Rin. And by the way... you will always be my Master. I can promise you that."

She froze for a moment. And couldn't help but smile for a moment. Part of her wanted to cry she was so happy. ...but then she put on a serious face and gave him a rather stern look. "Good, because I'm going to have you make up for the time you were gone! I can't investigate this place alone after all! This dimension having enough mana to support you Masterless is a good place to start." She raised her glass of wine. "To being together again!" And with that she took a sip. ...a rather generous one at that.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Archer blinked as Rin nearly downed half the glass of the wine in one entire drink. She was certainly... happy as hell to see him. He decided to tease her a little bit. "Make up for lost time? Isn't that some phrase usually used by lovers?"

***

"Thaaat's more like it..." Law growled in her ear, pace increasing rapidly as he fondled her body, one hand snaking down to play with her nub even as she squirted onto the bed. As she clamped down around him tightly again, he could hold out no longer. Law kept up his relentless thrusts as he let his own climax take him, her greedy pussy practically milking his seed. Thick white ropes of it pulsed into her, as his breathing grew heavy. "And do you think I'm second rate now?"

[Alice]

Rin nearly choked on her wine.

"W-wha-" Her face felt like it was going to explode. "Y-you mean you want to- I mean, who says I want to- not that I don't want to- do you mean you'll really-"

Rin, stop, you're making a complete idiot out of yourself! You're a Tohsaka! A TOHSAKA!

She tried to put a pokerface back on. She was normally so good at it. But it could do nothing to save her now. "Make up for lost time, hmm? Oh, I'll make sure you make up for lost time. She drank the rest of the wine in a vain effort to make it seem like she had even an ounce of her usual confidence and cool demenor.

[Brahmastra]

Misaya cried out as she felt his cum filling her sopping wet core, feeling a few last thrusts enter her before she let herself fall forward, breasts pressing against the stained silk sheets as she contemplating the perpetual warmth of his seed, stuck deep inside her. Maneuvering her stiff body around, as her head hit one of the pillows at the head of the bed, legs lying haphazardly as her hands worked her dress back in position, the red thing slowly covering her large breasts once more as she pulled the tiny skirt a bit further down, though from Lawrence's angle, her crotch was no doubt still visible. She gave him the answer he sought:

"You're maybe second-and-a-half rate. You'd have to leave me gasping for breath every step of the way to be better." She said, regaining her smug grin. Her hand gently played with her delicate hair as she looked back at him.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lawrence crawled up to join her at the head of the bed, struggling to pull his pants back on as he did so. "Quit bullshitting me..." He grinned. His fingers tracked their way up to her hair, stroking the soft strands out gently. "I'm sorry about the hair. I didn't think you'd mind that that much... and you didn't ask me for mercy did you..."

***

A low flush covered Archer's face as he watched Rin stammer out a string of words that basically boiled down to 'Um... I'm OK with being your lover but not'. Only Rin could really make him feel like this.

"So make up for lost time eh? What sort of things do you need me to make up for?" A little more teasing slipped out of Archer, the flustered Rin too much fun to play around with.

[Elf]

Forest blinked at the tentacles, had brief Wynn flashbacks, but took the Whiskey Sour handed to her.  She took it, bit her lip and asked, "Could I have an Angry Japanese Minnow Farmer, too, please?"

She couldn't get drunk from the alcohol, but she sipped on the Sour none the less.  The blond vampire preferred her drinks more fruity, but the Sour wasn't something she would refuse.  "Thanks," she said with a nod before returning back to Tom.

"He's not dead, but . . . I doubt I will see him again though.  It's not your fault, Thomas.  And, you're a CEO.  Old, crabby men will also be after your money and power," she said with a sigh.  "Luckily you have your head of security to watch your back."

At that, she downed the drink, feeling it burn and then suddenly lightheaded.  She blinked at the feeling and the slight warmth spreading through her.  "So what about you Time?"

[Puck-Chan]

"Between the Sheets," Adjutor says from the bar, "Which is where you might end up spending most of your time here, if you happen to be fortunate enough."

Time blinked at the answer. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the individual's apt choice in alcohol given the audible lovemaking in the air. But what the hell, there's alcohol to be drunk.

"May fortune smile upon me," the swordsman raised the glass in honor towards him and drank again to finish the last of the strong cocktail. He almost coughed at the next dose, the taste smarted strongly, "I definitely want more of this."

She grinned at Time enjoying his drink and said, "Try a Scotch Sour next then.  It . . ." a frown crossed her face as her indigo eyes darkened, "It was my g- son's favorite."

He took note at the woman's shifting expression, despite the creeping dull sensation threatening to overtake his senses. There is pain in those eyes hiding behind that exterior, this he was sure. Time looked on at her with a warmer grin.

He replied softly, "Aye, lady. I'd imagine it would make for good booze."

Not realizing this, two more tendrils carry the now Reinforced Scotch Sours to Time (talks too much) and the pale blond thing (Nice legs, can't tell about the ass right now, as she's sitting in a chair.).

His lips widened into a bigger smile, "You. You're alright. I like you already."

He accepted the offer from the metallic appendages with much anticipation. He was already starting to get somewhat sluggish. Surely, these things would be just as good if not better than the last. Now, where would he end up this time once he drinks this magical drink of random teleportation? His gut instinctively feels he'd end up in the lavatory again in some convoluted sleeping posture.

Just as he was about to take a sip--

"So what about you Time?"

"Me? Nothing special. I guess woodcutting would be my profession back at home," he made a casual shrug as the fluid sloshed a bit in the glass, "I work at some tavern--err, bar in Nexus. Not a bad place... Yeah."

He somberly looked into the glass. His regrets from that snow-covered mountain came back to him. Despite all those years of faithful guarding, Lady Natasha was taken from him. To add salt to the wound, he never got to teach Enzu in his art. What an utter shame.

Time downed down the alcohol dubbed as Scotch Sour. He hissed quietly at acerbic taste of lemons. Sour, but good. Not quite his thing, though strong nevertheless. Warm. He was getting very warm and sluggish in a rather nice manner.

"Yeeaahhhh... This is great," he grinned as his speech slurred, "I want some more."

This would obviously be the cue for that guy with tendrils to let open the floodgates of booze.

"And dat... th'ng aboot CE...O? You just gotta... scare dem and ma'ke dem... piss their pants, Tommy."

Oh yeah, he is starting to feel the buzz.

[Cherry Lover]

Rider walked into the club, feeling somewhat horny. She had read about the nature of this club, the fetishistic outfits worn by the hostesses and the general free nature of sex some time ago, and had wanted to pay a visit ever since. Before arriving, she looked for an outfit she could wear.

To her slight bemusement, she had discovered that her usual battle outfit would fit in quite well. So, that is what she was wearing, with a few additions. Specifically, the collar had an added ring on the front, allowing a leash to be attached to it, and the rings on her arms and legs had rings attached to them that could be opened, allowing them to be clipped together to restrain her arms and legs if desired.

Dressed as she was, Rider walked up to the bar, finding herself next to some guy waving around... tentacles?

Kinky....

"Could I get a drink, please?" she said, smiling.

[Panda]

Forest blinked at the tentacles, had brief Wynn flashbacks, but took the Whiskey Sour handed to her.  She took it, bit her lip and asked, "Could I have an Angry Japanese Minnow Farmer, too, please?"

Adjutor barely registers the instructions, deciding to to borrow (steal) the bartender's mixing book with another set of tendrils. By now, he's put the brandy down, as mixing the Sour needed both hands, and now he leafs through the book. The closest thing he finds is something called a 'Pissed off Japanese Minnow Farmer'.

...That's way too much fruit for a drink...but...okay then.

Borrowing(stealing) the bartender's mixer, his decanter, a highball glass, and various liquors, both fruity and not so. As he considers whether or not to take another drink, the tendrils go about the task of mixing the drink, more sliding out of the tattoos on Adjutor's arms as needed. Finally, with a decent shake, some straining, pouring onto ice (Doesn't even vaguely resemble rocks), and another bout of Reinforcement for good measure, Adjutor puts the drink on a plate at the end of the tendril, and sending it over laden with various fruits and a note to the effect of, "I'm not the bartender, just someone who hates drinking alone. P.S. I think you meant 'Pissed off Japanese Minnow Farmer.'"

His lips widened into a bigger smile, "You. You're alright. I like you already."

He accepted the offer from the metallic appendages with much anticipation. He was already starting to get somewhat sluggish. Surely, these things would be just as good if not better than the last. Now, where would he end up this time once he drinks this magical drink of random teleportation? His gut instinctively feels he'd end up in the lavatory again in some convoluted sleeping posture.

Just as he was about to take a sip--

"Thanks," Adjutor says, enjoying this instance of having made someone's day better.

"Me? Nothing special. I guess woodcutting would be my profession back at home," he made a casual shrug as the fluid sloshed a bit in the glass, "I work at some tavern--err, bar in Nexus. Not a bad place... Yeah."

He somberly looked into the glass. His regrets from that snow-covered mountain came back to him. Despite all those years of faithful guarding, Lady Natasha was taken from him. To add salt to the wound, he never got to teach Enzu in his art. What an utter shame.

Time downed down the alcohol dubbed as Scotch Sour. He hissed quietly at acerbic taste of lemons. Sour, but good. Not quite his thing, though strong nevertheless. Warm. He was getting very warm and sluggish in a rather nice manner.

"Yeeaahhhh... This is great," he grinned as his speech slurred, "I want some more."

This would obviously be the cue for that guy with tendrils to let open the floodgates of booze.

"And dat... th'ng aboot CE...O? You just gotta... scare dem and ma'ke dem... piss their pants, Tommy."

Oh yeah, he is starting to feel the buzz.

Adjutor takes a moment to chuckle before drawing back the plate, assuming that the blonde one has taken her drink by now, letting it melt back into his arm as another set of tendrils mixes another Reinforced Scotch Sour and hands it to the buzzed gentleman.

Rider walked into the club, feeling somewhat horny. She had read about the nature of this club, the fetishistic outfits worn by the hostesses and the general free nature of sex some time ago, and had wanted to pay a visit ever since. Before arriving, she looked for an outfit she could wear.

To her slight bemusement, she had discovered that her usual battle outfit would fit in quite well. So, that is what she was wearing, with a few additions. Specifically, the collar had an added ring on the front, allowing a leash to be attached to it, and the rings on her arms and legs had rings attached to them that could be opened, allowing them to be clipped together to restrain her arms and legs if desired.

Dressed as she was, Rider walked up to the bar, finding herself next to some guy waving around... tentacles?

Kinky....

"Could I get a drink, please?" she said, smiling.

I'm going to fantasize about this, because it really can't be helped with that outfit. And you can't really do much about it, seeing as you've been ogling every observable ass here.

Only for a few seconds each, Adjutor shoots/slurs back, Though, admittedly, the newcomer's is rather nice.

With his senses dulled, Adjutor doesn't really feel too embarrassed about looking at he-

Whoa whoa wait a minute, another one of those spirits?! Here?!

Adjutor considers this for a moment.

Ah well, Faust did mention that Servants still have the needs of flesh and blood, only that they aren't actually needs anymore.

I think he was trying to say that he was horny without coming out and actually saying it.

Adjutor pauses for a moment before barely restraining himself from bursting into laughter.

"Anyway, You said you wanted a drink, anything specific in mind?"

[Cherry Lover]

"Can I have a Screaming Orgasm, please?" Rider said with a grin.

[Panda]

"Can I have a Screaming Orgasm, please?" Rider said with a grin.

"Depending on how fortune favors you on this night," Adjutor says, flipping through the cocktail book with another set of tendrils as he sloshes around the brandy before setting it down, "Of course," he notes the page that he's looking for, "If you're talking about a drink, I'm certain I can oblige."

With that, Adjutor snatches some ice with more of those tendrils, crushing it in their metal grip and pouring it into a glass, followed by Vodka, then the Irish Cream, and finally the Coffee liqeur to finish it off. Taking a moment to properly mix it, Adjutor slides the Reinforced drink over to the lavender-haired woman, with his own hands this time, as she's close enough.

"Screaming Orgasm, the drink, that is," Adjutor says.