xiv λ drinking

[assassino]

[The past few days have been, to say the least, a lot of bullshit to handle.

Never mind the confrontation with Altaïr: Entire entries on the journal about menstruation? Clothes shopping with Stephanie and Cristina, only for Cristina to demand to know about his true profession? Confronting Aradia about being loose with his secrets? Losing a bet to Molotov, discovering he has fathered not only a child but illegitimate children? Worse yet, Cristina coming across that conversation?

That was a lot.

As a result, Ezio is sitting in the otherwise-abandoned Death Match, drinking to his heart's content and playing darts with throwing knives. His aim gets a little more off with each more drink, but that's okay. Who the fuck uses the Death Match anyway?

Feel free to overhear him making noise or occasionally breaking a glass or bottle or something and join him. ]



[Thread with Mistress is NC-17 for buttsex............ just so you know....... I don't want to cause, like, accidental brain melting because of a wrong click.]

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YW EZIO BB

[themistress]

I'm always a woman, silly Ezio.

HEY MISTRESS TIME FOR.... PEGGING :')

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

Well, then, Mistress... I'll gladly have your service.

Merry late Christmas, Mistress!

[themistress]

Splendid! Will you be dropping by, or should I just come and have you over whatever table you're drinking at?

APRILMAS

[assassino]

I will drop by... and, if you do not mind, I will be bringing plenty of wine for us.

omg i thought i hit post

[themistress]

Wonderful. Perhaps you should wish for a small wagon to bring it in.

i do that all the time

[assassino]

I will do that!

[themistress]

[She laughs, because she had mostly been joking, but hey, a wagon full of wine is nothing to turn your nose up at.]

I'll be waiting.

[And lubing various things up.]

[assassino]

[Don't joke with people who are drinking, they may take you seriously. That and Ezio is like, eager to please. You could ask him to do anything and he'd lick your boots for the privilege.

Later on, he'll be showing up with a small wagon of wine. At least it's not, like, toboggan-sized. That's a fuckton of wine.]

[themistress]

[Mistress's front door swings open magically, as always, and the torches that line the hallways abruptly illuminate to guide Ezio through her ridiculous castle-within-the-castle, all the way up to her huge, cushion-and-torture-device-filled playroom.

When he arrives, she looks positively delighted to see him. She's definitely naked save for boots and a headpiece, but to be fair, she was naked when they first started talking.]

Ambassador, how fantastic that you've made it.

[assassino]

[He admires her room a bit as he heads to her playroom, but he saves the most of his admiring energy for her specifically. And admire he does! He generally goes for much thicker women, but nothing is sexier than confidence, and he can always appreciate a woman in nice boots.]

It is fantastic to be here!

[He grins, dropping the handle of the wagon and gesturing at it.]

And I brought more wine.

[themistress]

[I know, she's so tiny. She's probably the skinniest adult in the castle.]

I can see. That's quite an impressive amount. How much have you had already?

[assassino]

Not enough to rob me of my desire for you.

[themistress]

Wonderful. Now, tell me exactly what you have in mind, darling, and we'll see how I can accommodate.

[She'd hate to start paddling him if he's too drunk to get the right things out of it.]

[assassino]

[He approaches her, right up into her personal space, one of his hands moving to her hip.]

Something far from loving.

[themistress]

[She chuckles and places one hand on his cheek.]

As if I know how to be loving. You 're so funny.

[Then she abruptly backs away and sashays over to a spindly little table that's supporting a full array of freaky implements.} But you're overdressed and not tied down. That seems like something to be remedied.

[assassino]

I try.

[He chuckles, under his breath, and reaches for the laces on his doublet to undo it. It only takes a moment before he's shucking it off, and then throwing off his shirt, leaving him in only his leather pants and his boots.]

That shouldn't be too difficult.

[themistress]

[Mistress is examining some kind of metal sheath with chains attached to it, then sets it back down.]

You know, I still don't understand why everyone here is so covered up. I can't even imagine how sweaty everyone's crotches must be, to wear so many layers all the time.

[She seems to have settled on a rod, the end of which is glowing an unsettling blue.]

[assassino]

[He eyes the tools, curious but not put off... he doesn't know what they do, but he's game to find out.]

I'm not sure... clothes are just another luxury to adorn the body or protect it from the elements, I suppose, and armor is useful for battle, but it would be nice to have more freedom.

I do not think I could be as bare as you all the time.

[He pulls loose the tie on the laces on the front of his pants.]

[themistress]

[He should really know her well enough to aware that if he takes too long to get naked, she'll just tear his clothes to shreds. Magic makes you much stronger than you look! And Ezio, surely you don't want to be left pantsless.

She's already getting antsy, tucking the rod into the side of her thong before wheeling a sort of modified sawhorse out of the corner.]

Well, you could all at least make your clothing easier to remove. Have you encountered these zippers? And buttons on everything.

[assassino]

[Oh, he knows, he's just difficult at times. He shucks off his boots and then his pants. He nearly stumbles, trying to get out of them. Coordinated, much?]

It would only take one sensitive part stuck in a zipper to render those clothes torture devices. No, thank you.

[themistress]

[Mistress does give his little pants dance a disapproving glance. Hopefully that's not a sign of things to come, rimshot.]

And yet the zippers seem to always go on the most delicate parts. I swear, people from the future are crazy.

Now, bend over here.

[assassino]

[He just laughs... because he's drunk... and does what she says. Any other time, I'm sure he (and the rest of the universe) would be like "wow, this is not what fantasies are made of, awkward talk of clothing while drunk guy undresses" but as he is drunk, he literally does not care how weird this is.]

[themistress]

[Well, had he been sober, Mistress probably would have been taking this far more seriously. But... well, sometimes, a dominatrix just has to have a sense of humor about it.

She wastes no time buckling his wrists and ankles to the legs of the sawhorse, then bends down to eyelevel and smiles at him.]

Now remember, if you need me to stop, just guess the animal I'm thinking of!

[Then, without giving him any time to register how utterly horrible that is (no one ever said she was a very good dominatrix), she cracks the rod across his backside. That magically glowing tip leaves prickling that flares in intensity before slowly dying out.]

Count.

[assassino]

[Ezio chuckles to himself when she says that, because really, what the fuck does he know about safe words? Teodora never said anything about safe words, so he isn't even aware that's a thing, so he just blithely hangs out there, thinking about what animal that would be---

And then his train of thought stops there as the rod connects with his backside, and he draws a sharp breath in, hissing through his teeth. That is more like it. Nothing loving about that.]

One...

[themistress]

[Teodora probably also hasn't killed anyone. Like, more than one person. It's good to be able to stop Mistress.

She just makes a pleased noise, then wraps his ponytail around her fist and pulls in time with her next strike, which echoes just a bit off the stone walls.]