paradisa | ♅ second

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[Hi there, Paradisa! When you come down into the lobby this morning, a strange sight awaits you.

All over, there are signs of someone desperately trying to create a... well, a something, in virtually every medium thinkable. Small chunks of the wall are blasted off, where magic was used. Wooden furniture has been carved. There are attempts in paint, all over the floor. There are even large sculptures (ice, clay, cheese), grouped together in the center of the room. Whoever's been doing this seems to have thought that perhaps there's one material which might grant them the leeway to create whatever it is they're trying to create.

Mistress is on her throne (now missing large pieces of itself near the top), very close to the majority of the mayhem, scribbling aborted mark after aborted mark in her journal now. The closest she seems to be able to get is a circle with a line through it, which is clearly making her unhappy. Finally, she dictates:]

I need an artist. Now, if possible.

[ OOC: Open in the lobby or on the journal!

If you want to play with Mistress, and you haven't already done so, please fill out her permissions post! Thank you~ ]

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[Oh, well if that's all they're waiting for, he immediately bears down to mash his lips agains hers, He reaches around and stoops slightly to palm her ass in both hands, lifting her bodily up to slot against him. Fo the moment, his knees hold.]

[As soon as he picks her up, Mistress wraps her legs around him, digging her nails into the back of his head and neck. She's hoping that, if they do fall, it's onto his back -- she's a lot smaller than he is. She'd like to avoid being squished.]

[HE has to adjust his grip and his stance, awkward for a moment as he tries to get settled into somethign that won't end them on either of their backs, but once he's satisfied, he goes right into bucking his hips up into her.]

[Making a noise that's both amused and pleased, Mistress just rolls along with this as best she can from this angle, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She's sort of idly wondering how much, exactly, he can take before he gives in and collapses.]

[Maine kisses aggressively back, keeping up his ]pace. He can take quite a lot, he has taken quite a lot. Even when there's a constant pain lancing through his right knee and a pressure on his chest from the sniper wound, he's going to keep going for now.

[Well, that doesn't sound good at all! Constant pain, and yet here he is, holding up an extra hundred pounds because she goaded him. Actually, the chest wound is more concerning. That seems like something to seek professional help for!

Mistress rearranges herself after a moment, to give him more leverage, her legs stretched up and over his shoulders. Her fingers curl into his cheeks as she stops kissing him to just pant.] Still all right?

[He grunts, lips twisting into a smile.] Just fine.

[The sniper wound is healed, but new enough that he's getting used to it. He'd probably always have trouble with his right knee, and it starts shaking for a moment before he's able to shift it slightly for better weight distribution.]

Whatever you say, Maine.

[But Mistress is smirking when she kisses him again, hard. She's expecting to win this thing that they didn't even bet on.]

[He growls lowly, pleased, at that, and then grunts as he tries to add a little more power to his thrusts. He's probably going down at some point but it's not going to be soon. He'll hould out as long as he can.]

[Mistress just makes a low noise, Letting her hands slide back to scratch him. Unfortunately, this isn't a position that affords her a great deal of moving around room, so she just sort of clings to him, bouncing as much as she's able to.]

[IT's defninitely not the easiest of positions, but Maine seems to be holding up alright.]

[Periodically, hwoever, shifting his feet to adjust the weight. The longer they go on, the more frequently he has to do this, and eventually his foot catches a pillow wrong and down they go ...

fortunately for Mistress, the fall lands Maine on his back.]

[She can't help it -- she laughs. Not cruelly, but rather just a pleased laugh. She told him!

Her hips stay perfectly in pace as they fall, and even once they've landed, because Mistress is a consummate professional. Sitting up now, she gently cups his face.]

Poor Maine. Is your back all right?

[Thank god for all those pillows otherwise he might ahve cracked his head open on the flagstones. Her agility is impressive, though, and he can't up but snort a laugh right back at her, smaking her ass hard as he adjusts himself in the pillows.]

[Yes, isn't he glad she brought him here for this? This would not have worked well in a different environment.

When he slaps her ass, Mistress immediately retaliates by tweaking his nipples. With a smirk, she then lets go and places her hands on the pillows behind herself, leaning back.]

[He grumbles lowly at that, content, and grabs her thighs to anchor her as he pumps up into her, digging his fingers in, Best bet he ever lost.]

[Making a pleased noise, Mistress just grinds against him, fists curled in the cushions. See, she's fun! She doesn't know why nearly everyone else is so squeamish around her.]

[Their loss. Maine's just going to enjoy the view, for now, reaching up to pinch and pull at her nipple.]

[After a few more minutes, she sighs through her nose, and lightly says:] Hand.

[She's still not super used to having to remind people that her pleasure is of the utmost importance, and everything else is secondary.]

[Hand. Hand? What? He's confused for a moment, she wants his hand where? He tries palming the breast because it's not like he was necessarily looking out for anyone's pleasure but his own.]

[Wow, Maine, terrible attitude for any man to have. Any person, actually, but particularly men, because really, he's not giving her a ton of incentive to keep having sex with him.

With a frustrated huff, Mistress pushes his hands away and sets about fixing this issue herself. She feels almost inclined to make him leave -- there's more than enough tools in this room to take his place.]

[She'll just have to teach him. He's a little startled when she pushes his hands away, but then he realizes what it is she meant and if she'll let him, he'll try ot make up for it. Belatedly. Oops.]

[He makes a mental note to remember this for next time.]

[Hoping there is a next time.]

[There's a sort of reluctant mistrust as she slowly allows him to take over, like she thinks he's going to fail her. If he doesn't even know to use his hands in the first place, how can he be trusted to properly complete the task without guidance! Perhaps the last time was just a fluke.

So Mistress just kind of suspiciously watches his face for a moment, squinting.]

[Nope nope nope this was another test wasn't it. He'd pass. Dammit he'd pass.]

[Or maybe he'd just try too hard. :| ]

[Well, now it was! Mistress had made a point of this last time, so she was a little bit disappointed that it apparently hadn't stuck.

She sighs heavily before taking his hand and physically guiding him.] Not so hard. Last time wasn't your first, was it?

No.

[Grunts, defensive, but he's still taking her guidance. It had been a while, though. Longer, really, then he could remember.]

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