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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you
What: infected and sick... with lust
When: 11/22, evening
Where: all over, wherever
Rating: probably... up to R

When the flu symptoms cleared up, Molotov shrugged it off. She figured it was just the castle fucking around with the residents, as she never got sick, and wouldn't it have lasted longer if she was actually getting ill? So she decided to go about her business without really thinking about it or digging into the journal -- if the castle was giving everyone temporary colds, then the journal would just be filled with a lot of useless bitching.

Which only made it a bonus that she recovered so quickly. It gave her plenty of time to roam the castle and accomplish the things that she usually didn't get to bother with, due to the overwhelming presence of the other residents.

She barely noticed any change at all, not until something in the back of her mind made her think that maybe she should go find her husband. But he'd still been sick when she left, so she just stayed out. Stayed out and... well.

Anything can happen in the castle.

Comments

[heloise]

Lucrezia won't even try to pull away at the moment. Lady kisses are lovely and it feels to her now that any objections she had before made no sense anyway.

[molotov]

Because they didn't! The whole castle wants to make out with Molotov, that's how she feels now, because she's wonderful and it feels so nice.

But Lucrezia does have stupid period clothes, so Molotov just gropes her boob through her dress.

[heloise]

The groping makes her giggle, because she hardly feels anything through the layers anyway. She reaches for Molotov's hand to lead it to the laces on her side instead.

[molotov]

Molotov does not understand this outfit, she just yanks at the laces roughly. She might resort to just ripping this whole stupid, complicated dress into shreds.

[heloise]

Molotov, no. Lucrezia's just laughing at the impatience though. She tries backing away to help unfasten the bodice at least, and tug at the decorative sleeves. This will take awhile!

[molotov]

There's a growl as Lucrezia backs away, but Molotov at least understands the necessity. So she just uses the time to wriggle out of her own clothing, which is much, much easier. Has Lucrezia ever even seen a thong before? Hmmm, things to wonder about!

[heloise]

Why even wear a piece of string that doesn't cover anything anyway? Commando is best. Fortunately, Lucrezia is too busy trying to shrug off the rest of her dress to ponder the strange underwear much. She tugs the bodice and skirt away, leaving her with a silk shift and stockings.

[molotov]

Because it's sexy! Commando is good too, but it leaves nothing to be alluring. Molotov winds her fist in the shift and pulls up, trying to get that off as well.

[heloise]

It looks uncomfortable. What if Lucrezia now tries to tug at it, gently at first, before she's distracted by trying to untangle herself out of the shift. She laughs, because the rush amuses her, and places her thumb over Molotov's lips. "Patience, now."

[molotov]

"Nyet, no," Molotov answers forcefully, biting at Lucrezia's thumb before herding her back towards the bed.

[heloise]

Lucrezia pouts at the biting and pulls her hand back, she doesn't like that! Not that it stops her from stumbling back toward the bed with a flurry of laughter.

[molotov]

As they fall into the bed, Molotov moves her mouth to Lucrezia's neck, kissing and biting, and she slowly slides her hand down between them, dragging her fingers on skin.

[heloise]

Lucrezia sighs and giggles, letting Molotov think she is satisfied to stay there before attempting to flip her over onto the bed instead!

[molotov]

Yes, acceptable. Molotov would really prefer to be the recipient anyway, although she has doubts about Lucrezia's prowess in this arena. Not that she has the right to, Molotov, you near-virgin.

There's still a bunch of touching going on, though.

[heloise]

Excuse you, Molotov, she may have more years as a post-virgin than you do. Although her experience has only been men and they were hardly as keen on delaying the fact. Also, how do you... with a woman?

Lucrezia moves to straddle her anyway, trailing kisses down her torso.

[molotov]

Molotov just smiles happily, taking hold of Lucrezia's head and pushing down. She feels like this should be self-explanatory. Or have you not been that lucky with your dumb Renaissance men, Lulu?

[heloise]

Lucrezia has been most unlucky. Stupid balding men and overeager virginal boys and Ezio!

At least the last gave her a better idea of what Molotov wants her to do. She traces her fingers along the inside of her thighs first, giggling with mischief before bending down for the lightest kiss, mostly to breath against her clit.

[molotov]

YEAH, take that, you braggy noblewoman. You may have had more men, but they clearly pale in comparison to Molotov's sexual monster of a husband.

This is going excruciatingly slow for Molotov, and she rolls her hips, fingers knotting against Lucrezia's head to express herself. And then she realizes that she can force this to go her way.

"Now," she commands, utilizing her understand of her newfound power to hypnotize. It's entirely possible that it won't even work, but it's worth a try.

[samson]

And then Brock busts down the door like the raging human battering ram he has become during the past few hours. How did he even know she was in here? It's possible he had just been doing this to every door until he found her. That is entirely possible that happened.

Regardless, is this a nice table by the door? Well, he picks it up and just throws it at the wall, roaring furiously.

[heloise]

No, Brock, that nice table is the one with all the wine!

Between hearing that terribly compelling command from Molotov and a raging man-bull tearing down her room, Lucrezia just shrieks and tumbles off of her punching trainer to hide behind her. She pulls on the sheet to cover herself.

"Brock!" What the hell is wrong with you?

[molotov]

Molotov does not bother covering herself. She also does not seem terribly surprised to see Brock. In fact, the only thing she is (other than horny) is extremely annoyed at the fact that Brock just ruined everything.

"Samson," she says sharply, glaring at him.

[samson]

Yeah, he just keeps Brock-blocking everything, it's a real problem. Lady, you will thank him when this is all over.

Not that he's considering this right now. He's just plain angry.

"Shut up!" he barks, grabbing a goblet that bounced back from the wall and throwing it again. "Get the hell out of here!"

[heloise]

That makes three of them plain angry. Lucrezia tries to gather more sheets to cover as much as she can since Brock doesn't seem to be in any hurry to turn around or leave.

She lets out another shriek when that goblet hits the wall, scooting closer to Molotov and letting her deal with the husband.

[molotov]

Molotov may be insane with lust, but she hasn't lost the part of herself that despises it when Brock tells her what to do. So she simply squints irritably, and points to the door.

"Nyet. Either you get out or join in, I do not care," she tells him, refusing to acquiesce to him, then turns back to Lucrezia.

[samson]

NOPE.PNG, MOLOTOV.

Brock stomps over there, possibly pushing and kicking furniture as he goes, and it should probably be pretty clear that 'joining in' is literally the worst idea. He's crazy violent right now, that's not a thing anybody should want!