Risa

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Walking and fucking. Diane is pretty sure that her entire life had stopped consisting of anything but those two activities, with short breaks to eat, smoke, drink, and sleep. Sometimes in combination. But walking and fucking are really all Roland seemed interested in doing and while she's enjoying the latter, the former got her to the point where she was about 5 minutes away from breaking one of his legs with a tree branch.

Luckily, the universe decided she didn't need to maim her companion. At least not yet. Because all of the walking had led them here and while it wasn't as good as finding herself back home, it was pretty fucking excellent.

She'd been tagging along with Roland since she'd arrived in...whatever they were calling this place. It kind of needed a name, but in her head she's just been referring to it as the hellscape and so she supposed that was good enough for the time being. Anyway, she's been tagging along because she's terrified and he makes her feel safe and he seems to have a plan which is way better than not having one and really, it's just easier. Easier than being alone here. She's reluctant to admit she actually enjoys his company because that would be a little too honest and she's not in the mood for that much honesty. Yet.

What she is in the mood for is a drink. And maybe a swim later. And definitely some sex. And maybe even a party if she could fine one, which she is pretty sure shouldn't be a problem given what she's seen of this place so far. If they've been trapped in hell until now, it seems like they might have found a tiny piece of heaven and she's going to take it for everything it's worth.

"You can relax and get drunk and enjoy yourself, you know." She taps his leg with her toes from where she's sitting, her umbrella drink nearly empty. "It's good for you."

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"Holy shit," was all she could say when they walked through the door. She was almost ready to pinch herself but realized she didn't actually want to wake up if this really was all a dream. Who the fuck wants to wake up from heaven?

The place was like some kind of futuristic spa mixed with a massage parlor mixed with a roman orgy all being filmed for late night cinemax. Diane is pretty sure if she had ever been asked to design her dream destination, this was it. There were enough naked and mostly naked people around that even in what little she was wearing, she felt overdressed. So before they'd even made it passed the first few rooms, she'd lost her top and her shoes.

Before they got any further, she grabbed Roland's hand and pulled him close enough that she could whisper in his ear. "Listen. I know we're not..." She stopped and shook her head, trying to think of another way to say what she wanted to say. "Please just promise me that whatever happens here, you won't leave without me. Can you do that?"

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Roland gave her a soft, indulgent smile and reached to cup her face and keep her looking at him.

"Our Ka is one, Diane. I'll go nowhere without you," he promised. "And still, I won't hover. Why don't you enjoy yourself?"

He looked at Pia, who was patiently waiting...and at the others who were not already invested in love that came closer to the pair of new people.

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She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. She doesn't really understand the whole "ka" business, but his meaning is clear enough and that's pretty much all that matters. It's not like she's proposing to him or anything, but the idea of being completely alone in this world is so terrifying she can't even really look directly at it.

"Thanks," she says finally and with genuine feeling. Giving him a quick kiss, she steps back and takes a look around the room, spotting what she thinks is exactly what she'd been looking for. "Now if you'll excuse me for a minute..."

She drops his hand and heads over to a nearby low table, surrounded by several very attractive and very buzzed looking people snorting lines of what she is hoping to god is this world's equivalent of coke. "Please tell me that's a stimulant," she said to the adorable twink looking up at her with a smile and shining eyes. "And please tell me you'll share."

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They invited her to the table to join them and Roland watched for a moment, but then he caught a whiff of a familiar scent and looked to a trio sitting on cushions with a pipe. A small pile of a black substance was on a table, and the pipe was being passed back and forth. He moved closer.

"They have Devilweed here?" he asked, and one nodded.

"Not what we call it, love, but may be the same. Have a try?"

He took the pipe and puffed it several times. Enough to know it was Devilweed. On Keystone Earth it did not exist, but they had two plants that had similar effects. Cannabis and poppies. The calming effect was immediate and Roland felt as if he had been wrapped in a blanket, warm and soft. There was a reason it was called Devilweed. Too pleasant...people would go mad for it and would lose their whole lives searching for this exact feeling.

And yet the calm did nothing to counteract the effects of whatever the waiter had given him. He was beginning to ache, hard as he was. Loose and warm, he found Diane again.

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It's not just coke -- it's fantastic coke -- and Diane blows another line before wiping the remnants off the table with a finger and rubbing it against her gums. The sweet young thing next to her leans over and kisses her then, and she can feel her whole tongue go numb while her heart is pounding in her ears. Fuck but she's missed this.

Hands wrap around her waist from behind and while that would typically make her tense up, everything here is so gentle that she doesn't actually mind. It's weird, but she hadn't actually realized until that moment what's different about this situation than any other drug fueled sex party she's ever been to, even if you took out the alien weirdness of it all. There's zero aggression. It's kind of amazing.

She leans into the touch and lets the hands undo her pants, lets someone else help her slide out of them as she turns to kiss the woman behind her. Not someone she's seen before, but lovely. With very soft hands and even softer lips. Diane spots Roland over the woman's shoulder and reaches out a hand to him as she lets her head drop back as the woman licks her way down Diane's throat.

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Where Diane was close to naked, Roland stood in his dungarees and chambray with his waistcoat buttoned tight. He ran his fingers over his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of all the flesh on offer.

Then a young man who reminded him some of Eddie, with his dark hair and his laughing eyes, came over to him. He smiled coy and began to unbutton the waistcoat. Roland stood, happy to allow him. Waistcoat, then chambray, and then Roland's eyes closed as the young man began to pull the shirt off his shoulders. A young woman joined in, caressing his back and reaching round to feel his chest.

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She lost the plot for a minute, getting absorbed in soft tits, gentle hands, and wet lips, but then she realized that Roland hadn't taken come to her so she looked around for him.

Apparently, he'd gotten a delightful offer of his own and she bit her lip, her eyes already dark and pupil blown. Shit that was hot. She hadn't really considered that he might enjoy being with men, but now she was considering it. A lot.

Keeping an eye on him, she divides her attention between that unexpected view and the hand she slips between a pair of very willing legs. The woman moaned softly into her ear and Diane became positive this was in fact heaven.

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The young man's deft fingers flipped open Roland's fly and the girl behind him helped him squirm out of his trousers. Bare naked and erect as the Tower itself, he accepted a kiss from Not-Eddie. But he kept his eyes open and on Diane, watching as the young woman with her fingered her. He could see how wet her cunt was, how her nipples were hard peaks. His own cock leaked a bit, and then even more when a hand wrapped around him and began to stroke him.

That was when he closed his eyes. Everything assaulted his senses, then. The smell of sex and sweat, the sounds of breathing and the slick sounds of kissing and touching. Moans both soft and loud. The entire room pulsed with desire and The Shine let him in on all of it. Not just his own pleasure, but all of them, all together. He felt like he could fuck his way through this entire suite and never be spent.

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Diane moans when Roland closes his eyes and she can't believe how brilliantly pornographic this day has turned out to be. She's positive Roland is as insane as she is, and she really doesn't understand half the shit he goes on about, but jesus if he isn't one of the sexiest men she's ever laid eyes on. Everything about him just does it for her. And the sight of other people's hands on his body, on his cock, of him kissing some man...even if she wasn't in the middle of her own orgy situation, she's pretty sure that would provide masturbation material for months.

She leans over the table to blow another line, hands still on the woman next to her, when someone wraps an arm around her waist, fingers splayed on her stomach, and a male voice in her ear asks "can I fuck you?"

Her skin is prickly all over and she's pretty sure she's so wet she might as well be melting so she breathes "yes" before she turns to kiss the woman again. Guiding her onto her back so Diane can give him access. She on all fours and he's got a hand on her hip, the other spreading her cunt and while she kisses her way down the woman's stomach, nipping at her inner thighs and inhaling the smell of her.

Diane is pretty sure this is how she wants to die.

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Roland opened his eyes just in time to see the mans cock slide into Diane, filling her with the thick girth. His pleasure was mounting with the rhytm of the hand on his cock, but it wasn't enough. He took hold of the young man by the hair and forced him to his knees, then held himself rigid long enough for the fellow to swallow him. The warm, wet mouth worked over his thick cock and he fucked into the willing wetness while he watched that other man pump his hips and fuck Diane.

He found he was jealous, wishing he was buried in her wet cunt.

The girl behind him moved around to kiss him, and he reciprocated, tongue in her mouth and hands on her firm, young tits. The Devilweed made everything soft a dreamy and it was easy to fall in love with pleasure. Tongues and skin, heat and scent. Roland pumped his hips into the boy;s hungry mouth but he didn't get close to coming. It simply felt divine.

"Fuck her harder," he told the man behind Diane. "Fuck her til she screams..."

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She's surprised when she hears Roland's voice and looks over at him from between the woman's legs. The sight of some guy on his knees in front of him...she shivers all over and gets a little light headed.

The man fucking her leans down across her back and whispers "yes?" and she appreciates him checking with her first because even in a situation like this, she's not particularly keen on men taking liberties. She turns her head so she can see the man's face and nods before looking back over at Roland.

Diane keeps her eyes locked on his as the man fucks into her, fast and hard enough that she digs her fingers into the woman's hips to keep her balance. Twice more and she's panting, her eyes unable to focus so she buries her face in the woman's cunt again. Licking and sucking and drowning herself in sex.

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The man bucks fast, hard, breathing heavily as desire overtakes him. Roland watched as the moment hit and he came hard, filling Diane's cunt with his hot seed, He curled over her, kissed her back, then withdrew.

The boy on his cock was doing his best, though Roland wasn't even close. He was too focused on his Ka Tet, this woman who had come into his life like a storm and had consumed him. He tugged at the boy's hair and pulled away, stepping away from the pair of them. He took the few strides to Diane. He could tell she hadn't found any release from her lover's dick and decided to rectify that. She was on hands and knees with her mouth in the pretty girl's cunt and Roland begged no permission before dropping to his knees. On all fours he buried his face in her wet snatch and began to tongue the man's come from her, taking time to suck on her clit a bit before fucking her cunt with his blunt tongue.

The pair he'd been with watched a moment before sliding in to take action. The boy laid one his back and slid beneath him so he could keep sucking Roland's cock. And the girl took position over the boy so she could eat his ass, licking his hole to try to get him to come in the boy's mouth.

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Oh, Jesus. The words are so loud in her head she's pretty sure if she didn't have her tongue buried in wet pussy she would have screamed them. There's a fleeting thought that goes through her mind about how she's able to recognize Roland's touch without seeing him, but she lets it go. She's not ready to deal with the repercussions of that and she's got way better things to focus on at the moment.

She pushes back against his tongue, fucking herself against him and so filthy and so decadent her brain is shorting out a little bit and that might be partly to do with the fact that the coke has her heart pounding out of her chest. She feels like she's hooked up to a live wire.

The woman she's licking gets her hand in Diane's hair and pulls hard enough that it stings and Diane knows she's right on the edge. It's hard to concentrate on giving pleasure when Roland is practically crawling inside of her face first, but they are all beyond the point where finesse is necessary, so she keeps at it. Keeps the rhythm of her tongue and her fingers until the woman screams and her muscles twitch and her thighs are clamped around Diane's ears, blocking out the world.

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He heard the woman come and felt Diane jerk a bit as the woman held her head between her thighs. Roland moved to Diane's clit, intent on getting her off. He was hardly distracted by the hungry mouths on him. Oh, he could come if he gave any thought to it, but he was too focused on sucking on Diane's clit to give any thought to spilling himself so soon. There were so many mouths, so many willing bodies.

Pia moved closer and began to pet Diane's hair, then Roland's with her other hand. She stood beside them, over them, like some master of ceremony giving them permission to delight in every bodily pleasure.

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The hand in her hair finally lets her loose and she starts to pull back when another hand takes its place. She looks up and sees a familiar face which is a truly strange feeling given the circumstances. She supposes not knowing anyone makes you feel closer to someone you can at least put a name to. She leans into Pia's hand, wanting to be pet. Wanting that softness as a delicious contrast to Roland's firm grip, his strong mouth, his driving urgency to get her off.

It's not going to take much and she thinks he knows that. She feels turned inside out, throbbing with the need for it. With one hand gripping the edge of the table next to them she starts keening softly, closing her eyes and just feeling it until the orgasm crashes over her and she can barely keep herself from face planting onto the carpet. Luckily she still has a warm body underneath her and ends up with her cheek against the woman's thigh. Pia's hand still stroking her hair.

"That was beautiful," Pia says softly into her ear. When Diane opens her eyes she can see that Pia has dropped to her knees next to them. "You look lovely when you come."

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When she finally comes, the last of the mans seed pulses into his mouth and Roland drinks it down. He laps at the fresh flush of wetness, tasting Diane herself. But when she's come back to herself, he draws away and wipes his mouth with the palm of his hand. It was only then that he gave into the pleasure of those two who were doing their best to make him happy. He moaned and began to pump his hips, fucking the boy's mouth as his pleasure mounted. Roland closed his eyes, lifting a little, only to find a kiss from Pia. A kiss hungry for the taste of what he had painting his tongue. He raised a hand to cup her breast, overcome with pleasure that was blanketed in the soft high of the devilweed.

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Everything feels a little overwhelming for a minute and Diane closes her eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths to try and get her brain working again. It's just a little bit of sensory overload and it passes pretty quickly. Once she feels more in control of herself she opens her eyes and sits up, trying to make sense of what she's seeing.

It's a lot to take in.

Specifically, Roland with hands and mouths all over him looking like a debauched fucking god. This is definitely another visual she's going to be filing away for a rainy day. Then Pia is kissing him and Diane is pretty sure she'll genuinely drop dead if she doesn't get in on this scene. So she closes the distance between them and slides her hand down Pia's back, cupping her ass. Other hand on Roland's chest.

"You really do know how to throw a party," Diane says, laughing softly before kissing Pia's neck. Nipping softly at her skin.

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Roland chuckled at that, a soft, low rumble. He kissed Diane's cheek and pulled her closer. Then with an abrupt motion, he lifted her off the ground. One hand pulled her legs apart and with a shockingly smooth motion and only one stray jab, he impaled her on his cock. Standing there, slowly fucking into her, Roland kissed what he could reach.

The others at the party returned to their own explorations. Pia, though, was devoted to Roland and Diane. She stood close, worked her hand between them to finger Diane's clit to make sure she wasn't neglected, and kissed each of them in turn.

Roland was lost in pleasure. The devilweed and whatever the waiter had given him heightened his senses. The Shine was strong and as he fucked into Diane's wet cunt, he felt his own pleasure, but he also sensed her desire, her ache. He could feel her orgasm mounting and the way her cunt sheathed him. It was her, their Ka, and he'd rarely felt so close to someone. They were one and he came closer and closer to release, he wasn't sure if it was her who was about to break, or himself. Maybe both.

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As much as she enjoys random encounters, the one thing Diane has learned over the years is that the fucking is always better with someone you know. You don't have to love them -- or even particularly like them very much -- but if your lover knows your body and you know theirs, it's god damn electric.

And another thing she's learning right now is that Roland is one hell of a quick study.

He touches her like he can read her fucking thoughts and if it wasn't about to give her one of the best orgasms of her life, she might even find it a little bit creepy. As it is, all she can do is grab any flesh that's within reach, try not to scream so loudly that it disrupts other people's fun, and hang on for the ride.

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He could smell her, hear every wet sound as he lifted her and dropped her while fucking into her. Pia was all hands and mouth, kissing them and encouraging them. She gave Diane a sharp smack on the ass, only to do the same to Roland a moment later. He breathed heavily, moaned low, and fucked her faster and faster until he came hard, arching back and crying out. He trusted Pia to see to it that Diane got off because it was all he could do to simply hold her up, keep her close, and let his cock pulse his release into her hungry cunt.

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She's not sure if it was the feel of him or the sounds he was making or Pia's very deft fingers that did it for her. Maybe it was the combination of all three. But he'd barely finished before she was coming so hard it was like a full white out. The sound of the blood rushing in her ears and her nails biting into flesh and twitching so hard she's amazed he was able to keep hold of her. It was nearly painful, but in the best possible way.

Still, she knew she couldn't take any more right now so she grabbed Pia's wrist and hoped Roland got the message to stop. Her whole body needed a little while to desensitize, but her cunt most of all. She also needed a drink, a cigarette, and another line. Not necessarily in that order.

"Jesus," she said when she finally had the breath to speak. "And it's not even my birthday."

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Once they were both spent, Roland very gently lifted her off his cock and set her on the floor. He kissed her deeply, a slow burn behind it, then let her go. Pia replaced her, kissing him too, but it didn't have the same heat. Pia had nothing to do with Ka, so it was merely pleasant.

"I need to find a cushion," he told Diane. "Join me soon. I want to be close."

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She nods her agreement and watches him walk away before turning her attention back to Pia and kissing her softly. There was no real heat in it, it was more sensual than sexual at this point.

"I'm going to find a bathroom and a drink and then I'm going to find Roland," she said as she stroked Pia's hair. "Will you come and join us later? I don't feel like we've had a chance to really get to know each other yet."

Diane punctuated the statement with a slow kiss and a hand caressing Pia's breast. The other woman smiled into the kiss. "Of course," she replied, thumb stroking Diane's cheek. "Go rest. I'll find you."

With that, Diane went to go wash up a bit in the closest bathroom, grabbing one of the silk robes hanging along the wall. These people really did think of everything. Two vodka rocks, a few bumps, and most of a cigarette later, she found Roland lounging on a plush sort of daybed, covered in pillows, and given a little privacy by sheer curtains hanging strategically around it. Not to mention a gorgeous view out the floor to ceiling windows in front of them. Leave it to him to find the best spot in the place.

Taking a last drag of her cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray on the side table, she looked him up and down. "I don't really know you at all, do I."

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"Mayhap a bit," he replied. "But the sun hasn't set many times since we met. I could say the same about you, sai. You're a mystery," he added with a chuckle. He rolled a bit to drape an arm over her, the silk of her robe just as soft as her skin. He had been so long in the worlds and he wondered how he could possibly explain to Diane what that truly meant.

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"Yeah, I'm a real tough riddle," she said with as much sarcasm as she could fit into the words. She got herself comfortable against him and sighed, oddly content. She knew she shouldn't be, she knew she was still trapped and that this place -- wherever this was -- would likely disappear as suddenly as it appeared, but she couldn't find the energy to give a shit. Not right now. Not high and drunk and with her brains all happily fucked out.

She took his hand and rubbed her thumb against his palm, trying to work out what it is she really wanted here. "Listen," she said finally, after a long pause. "Ask me anything you want to know and I'll probably tell you. But, to be honest, I don't even know where to start asking you questions. You're a whole jumbo sized bag of I don't know where to start."