i am the firechild: Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…
Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.
“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…
“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.
“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.