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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:48 pm
The day had been odd for Tri-no. For the first time in a very, very long time, she had devoted her entire day to being pampered by trained professionals. She had been massaged, oiled, made up, and perfumed. Someone had painted her fingernails and touched up the color in her hair, and then styled her hair so that it would fall around her face in soft, feminine tendrils. Her eyelids had been darkened with kohl to look smoky and seductive and her lips had been made to look plumper. The outfit she'd commissioned especially for this event somehow made her look taller and more slender, though she was still rotund and soft all over. It was probably the pants, which she wasn't sure she liked because they constricted her movement, but which somehow made her legs look longer.
It didn't matter, she supposed, if she looked seductive and alluring for this encounter. There was no romance and no real physical attraction involved. It was the fulfillment of a business transaction, and that was all. And, as she studied herself in a full-length mirror, she probably should have tried to look less feminine and more boyish. Which would have been an exercise in futility, she reminded herself. No one with curves like hers would ever be mistaken for a male. Besides, there would be no fooling her partner. He already knew her to be female, and therefore not to his taste in the usual way of things.
She'd be lucky if he could perform at all, though he'd said he'd be able to, and she'd not asked any further questions. Now she wished she had, because it occurred to her very belatedly that she could simply use her illusory magics to give herself the appearance of a male which would be perfectly to his liking and then they could conduct the affair more simply. Well. As simply as such things could be conducted in a case like this.
She stopped herself from biting her bottom lip and checked the illusion she'd cast over her scarred hand, making sure that it would hold. The ring she'd spelled would give her hand an unmarred appearance and even make it feel smooth and undamaged as long as she wore it. It was the best piece of magic she'd ever worked, and she was very proud of it, even if the ring itself was a little gaudy. She'd needed a large stone to imbue with a permanent illusion of that magnitude and detail. It could be worse, she reminded herself.
With a deep breath that did nothing to steady her nerves, she knocked on the door that separated her rooms from Mas's.
"Are you ready?" she called softly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:55 pm
Never had Mas'Daun felt such a bout of anxiety. His stomach had not allowed him to sleep well that night. Minor nightmares made what little rest he had managed to get uneasy and unpleasent. In the end he had forsaken his bed and adopted a medatative attempt to at least calm his nerves and force his body to rest. The attempt seemed to have worked. Mas roused himself from his meditation near the early hour mark and began to tend to his own preparations.
That is to say... MasD'aun fussed. Just as he had when he had anxiously answered Tri-No's summons to give him her answer. MasD'aun immersed himself in his daily ritual with more detail then was normal. Well... the only time he fussed more was when he was planning to visit Talisin. A purfumed bath preceeded a hour long massage by a slave with scented lotions. His hair was brushed and styled with it's typical care. It occured to him, mid preparation, that he might have asked Tri-No how she would have preferred to meet him. What if she found the purfume and lotion softened skin to be distasteful? What if his eyeshadow and lip lined highlights too feminin? Just because this was going to be unpleasent for him it did not mean it had to be for her too.
In a twisted sense of logic Mas convinced himself that this whole occurance would have to be a boon for her. As he gazed at his naked form in a mirror, he vainly stroked his chin and considered his form. He -was- beautiful. Any male could pack on muscles and shape a lean taut form. But how many males could honestly render themselves beautiful and delicate? How many males had the skill or talent to master willowy grace? Vainly he could think of very few that could match him. Save Talisin. The mage made him feel like a trembling strand of silver thread against a glorious diamond and platinum circlet. With a small shake of his head Mas turned to the task of selecting garments.
Not that they would stay on long. The unpleasent hovering torture promised to undo most of everything he was doing now. MasD'aun donned a pair of blue silk pants that molded to his frame from waist to knee. After which it loosened into a gentle flow to his ankles. Over this he wore a tunic with a tight torso, but loose flowing sleeves from the elbows down. A compromise from his usual regal robes.What about accessories? Mas's hands ached to adorn himself in his usual trinkets. But..for the sake of simplicity he limited himself to only a single pair of platinum drop earrings, a single platinum band on his right middle finger, and one slender platinum chain bracelet on his left hand.
The knock on his door hearlded Tri-No's presence. He had spent too much time perhaps? He did not think she would be early. Unless she was more eager to get on with this arrangement then he had initially thought? Well...why wouldn't she? Mas cast a sidelong glance at himself in his vanity mirror. Who wouldn't want to enjoy him?
"I am. Just...one moment." He called to her soft question.
Mas turned to the vanity and gently tilted up the lid of a ornate stone box. Within a lovely necklace gleamed. The chain was short, and would just barely fit about his throat. A small lock hooked the ends together. Picking up the tiny key from the box, Mas unlocked the ends and lifted the chain up so he could critically eye the thumbnail sized stone dangling from it. He could just barely make out the tiny glyphs carved into the diamonds oval surface. Obtaining the magical amulet had been a bother, as he had needed to actually purchase it. The spell upon the gemstone was still beyond his ken. There was a lump in his throat as mas lifted the chain and circled it about his neck. The length just barely made it's way completely around his slender black neck. He pressed the ends together, and with the gentle touch of a fingertip he heard the small lock clicking into place.
The gemstone felt warm for a moment against his neck...then he felt a sense of strange ease settle over him. Most of his apprehension vanished and the sick twist in his gut untangled. Mas carefully closed the lid of the stone box after assuring himself that the tiny key was still within. Well then..it was done...
The door opened to Tri-no, and Mas stood on the other side. His blue eyes bright and a easy smile upon his lips. "Lady Tri-Nolu. Forgive me if I have kept you waiting. I needed to make certain I was prepared to recieve you." Mas placed one of his hands at his waist, and half bowed to the female before him. "You look positively ravishing my dear. I do not think I have ever seen you look more beautiful then you do today. I feel shamed that such effort and beauty is to be wasted upon me."
Mas straitened from his bow and made a small gesture towards her room behind her. "Would it please you to have our tryst in your chambers or my own? I will be more then agreeable to your preference."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 9:56 pm
Tri-no hesitated after Mas asked her to wait. She had signed a contract. She was bound to do this. So she fought the waves of nausea that threatened to make her faint. She should have given up on the matronship years ago and just enjoyed the young males around her so she would be more comfortable in this situation.
She imagined her cousin would've had no difficulties at all with the situation. Shri would probably ignore Mas' request, strut into his room, and arrange herself artfully on his bed and demand that he please her. She'd probably be brandishing a whip. Tri-no couldn't imagine Shri without a whip. She considered going for her own, not to turn on Mas, but to give herself confidence, since she always felt more confident when she could touch the worn handle of her whip. But that would make Mas understandably uncomfortable.
"Certainly," she managed to reply. She touched her fingertips to her forehead, certain that she would feel a cold sheen of sweat, and amazed when she didn't. Well, good.
When the door opened she was steadier on her feet, and not overwhelmed by the made up, perfumed drow who held the door open and from whose lips spilled compliments that, in this instance, did nothing to put her at ease or flatter her occasionally fragile ego. Looking at Mas she came to an interesting realization: he was stunningly attractive, but he simply wasn't her type. Which, fortunately for them, wouldn't make it impossible for them to conceive, but it was interesting to know. She really did prefer muscles. They made her feel less like she would snap her partner in half with her weight. Furthermore, he was just acting oddly, and it made her uncomfortable.
As she replied absently that she really hadn't a preference, she reviewed mentally some of the techniques she'd learned from temple healers to make this more enjoyable for Mas. She hadn't had much opportunity to practice them since learning them, and no one to practice with or on. Which was just as well. She kind of wondered if she would know at once whether she'd conceived. She felt like she was wearing veils of fertility spells. She could practically feel them on her flesh, they were so thick. She hoped they were effective, and that the Goddess would see fit to grant her a daughter so that this encounter would not have to be repeated.
"Thank you. You look very nice, too," she said. Her mind flashed back to the mental image of her cousin. She'd just have to handle things differently. A sparkling at his throat caught her attention. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear that piece before. Is it new?"
Oh, great conversation. She cringed inside.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:28 pm
Mas's blue eyes did sweep over Tri-no's form. As made up as she was, there was nary a hint of disgust or unease at the obvious female attributes she possessed. Tri-no may not have been the most physically appealing drow in the House right now...but she certainly was not doing anything to dissuade him from his current 'taste' in partners.
"Ah, you are too kind Tri-Nolu. I did my best to make myself presentable for you." Mas spoke with a coy lite to his voice. As she had not any real preference to the place where their joining was to occur, Mas stepped to the side and coaxed Tri-no into his own chambers. Mas crooked a finger, and waited for her to enter before closeing the door behind her.
"Ah! You've noticed the pendant I see." Sweeping into the center of the room, he paused to lightly tap the diamond at his throat. "It's a cursed stone actually. So you'll not be seeing it again Goddess willing. It is a shame though, isn't it lovely?" Mas did not pause for too long as he spoke though. he continued on towards his bed and the small bedside table next to it.
"Would you like a drink my Lady? Before we begin? I hate to presume but I'm guessing youhave some spells in effect that have time limits? But I really don't want to rush you..." Mas tilted his head so he could glance once more over Tri-no's form. "I do want you to enjoy yourself...as much as you like..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:58 pm
Tri-no followed Mas into his room. She'd been in there several times before, and always at his invitation, though there was a door which connected their quarters, and therefore would have made exploration much easier, had she been so inclined. She was not. She valued her privacy, and tried to respect his. Besides, his interest in males made her uncomfortable, and there was nothing she would've liked less than to walk in on him and his lover in flagrante delicto. Besides, there was little she had to say to him that was so urgent it couldn't wait for a servant to deliver a message. In her former House, things were less formal, but in her former House, if she'd tried to warn someone of her coming with a message, they'd find an excuse not to be available.
"Well, you succeeded," she told him. She couldn't create a honeyed sound with her voice. The whole situation was a little too uncomfortable for her, and she was trying to keep her mind focused by keeping her tone a little harsher than usual. "You look very presentable."
She was legitimately interested in the cursed stone he wore at his throat and wondered why he would wear a cursed stone knowingly. Perhaps it was one of those things which was cursed in a way so as to be useful if used sparingly. She knew there were a number of objects which were considered cursed, but only with prolonged use. Unfortunately, most of the ones she'd heard of tended to be spelled also to be addicting so that even a prudent user would have a hard time resisting overuse.
"How is it cursed?" she asked.
"And, yes, a drink would be very nice." Just thinking about a drink made her mouth feel even more dry. She wondered how like a romantic tryst this encounter was going to be, and tried to tell herself that Mas was just trying to put her at ease, and she should let him. Not that she could figure out why he would bother. There were no illusions between either of them regarding this affair.
So that he wouldn't be able to unnerve her too much more, she crossed to where she saw a decanter and two glasses sitting out and poured each of them a glass. She couldn't immediately tell what was in it, but she wouldn't have been very surprised if he had put soem sort of fertility drug in it. It's what she would have done. She gulped down hers so fast she didn't manage to identify the drink. A little embarrassing to look so obviously nervous, but he had to know she was nervous. With a self-deprecating smirk and a shrug she handed Mas the other glass.
"Hopefully this will be the last time I'm allowed to have alcohol until you have an heir." She poured herself another drink.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 4:33 pm
Mas took her compliment, along with her harsher tone, with a faint smile. Perhaps he was annoying her by trying so hard to charm her. he did want her to enjoy herself. She may as well right? She'd be the one stuck carrying the little parasite inside of her for who knew how long, while he got to relax and prepare the wonderful ascention to total House control.
He did come up short on both charming and speaking when Tri-no would take it upon herself to pour the drinks in the readily avalible glasses. He watched in silence as she downed her first drink terribly quickly.
"Ah...well..." He gave his head just a small shake, so as to clear the surprise from his mind. "It's cursed with a very specific altercation spell. It changes the gender preference of the wearer. The key to unlock, and hence lift the curse, is in a box on my dresser. I was thinking once I was done with it I would put it on Micarreth as a sort of punishment if he gives me too much trouble later on." Mas accepted the glass held out to him with a pair of pinching fingertips. Lifting it to his lips, he took a slow and deep drink from it.
"Mmm." He nodded his head slightly "I do agree. I have faith that the conception will happen, and I have every intention of ensure that you are comfortable during the pregnacy." His glass was only half empty at this point, but still he set the glass down on the nearby table. Lifting the same hand, he motioned for Tri-no to approch him.
"Come..sit...let me see if I can't help you become more at ease with this...."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:05 pm
Tri-no was much slower about drinking her second glass, trying to make up for her initial faux pas. It was, she knew, too late, and she also knew that Mas was aware she was far from perfect. But she didn't really want to come across as gauche. She was inexperienced, and that was bad enough. She didn't need to be socially awkward as well.
When she heard what the spell did her eyebrows shot toward her hairline. It had never occurred to her to create such a spell. But she could already imagine countless uses for such an item. Micarreth seemed like a worthy target for its powers. At least a little. It would be amusing to her. She had taken an unreasonable dislike to Mas' little brother almost from the start, and his constant need to mention her size didn't endear him to her.
"I think that would be an excellent idea." Her red eyes took on a malicious glint. Some things would always make her smirk, regardless of the awkwardness of the situation.
"And from what I've observed of pregnancies, they're uncomfortable by definition. I advise you simply to point me and my predictably foul temper in the direction of your enemies and see what happens." It came out a little more awkwardly than she'd meant it to. But her family was fairly prolific, and she'd seen a few pregnancies. Even her aunt Halynda got bitchy when she was pregnant, and Aunt Hal was notorious for her superior control of her temper. Tri-no knew she would not be so easy to get along with.
As she contemplated these things she did as Mas asked and drew nearer to him. The alcohol was already going to her system and relaxing her body and making her mind a little more fuzzy. She wasn't in the habit of drinking strong alcohols. Not like Shri, on whom she had been keeping tabs and of whom she had heard it said that she was quite the partier. She had to stop comparing herself to Shri. They were different people. And if Shri wanted to drink heavily, fine. Maybe she'd get stupid and get raped. That'd be convenient.
Very convenient. A plan surfaced and brought a genuine smile to her face, which might not have been the reaction Mas expected. She could ruin Shri, still. And then it wouldn't matter if she, herself, was no longer able to rule. If she could ruin Shri, the last virgin of their generation, her child would be dual heir to Barrith and Baen'duis. Surely even Mas wouldn't object to that. He'd probably like the idea.
"I appreciate your solicitude," she said. She was sitting closer to him than she'd meant to. Oh well. And he was kind of glowing. Probably just the chamber lights being extra glowy. "I'll try to be less awkward."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:21 pm
Well, she certainly shared his amusement concerning the discomfort of his brother. That was emcouraging to say the least. "Yes. I'm hoping to put a stop to his bigotry if he joins in indulgance of my sort. Then perhaps I can get some peace from him at dinner." As she appeared to be in mildly better spirits following her drink, mas felt himself loosening up a little. Good. If this had proven to be a difficult encounter he wasn't certain if he'd have been able to complete it. Working to get someone out of their cloths was one thing. Working at them just to finish the encounter was downright depressing!
"As I have thus been advised, I will remind you of it later if i find the need to avoid you my dear." Mas lightly jested. He shifted slightly on the bed once it was Tri-no had sat herself down. Good, at least she was close enough to be within easy reach! He lifted his hands, and made to place one upon her shoulder, and the other he rather boldly placed down upon her thigh. Shifting his weight forwards, he cocked his head to the side to attempt and press his lips to her neck.
"Your really not as awkward as you think my dear. Since I've put the amulet on I've actually been looking forwards to this. Why don't you relax a bit, I'll take good care of you my Lady. Very...very...good care of you..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:44 pm
"See that you do," she said, barely suppressing a giggle as Mas' hand came into contact with her thigh. It wasn't quite clear whether she meant that he ought to remind her of her suggestion or take good care of her. Either one could be said to be accurate.
As his lips brushed her neck her pulse leapt. She had been a child of Baen'duis, even if she was never a true daughter of the House, and as such her flesh was incredibly sensitive to both pain and pleasure. It was that quality combined with an odd nervous quirk that made it possible for some members of her former House to find pleasure in both. They considered it a blessing from Lloth. For most of her life, Tri-no had been considered one of those with duller senses by Baen'duis standards. In this instance, she wondered how anyone more sensitive could stand to be so. And he hadn't really even done anything yet.
She wasn't sure what she was expected to do in this scenario, though. All the ones she'd imagined in advance involved a more businesslike approach, where she did what she could to please a partner who would not be aroused by her body even if she was a vision of feminine beauty. It hadn't occurred to her, for whatever reason, that Mas might be making similar attempts to make this enjoyable for her. Which was thoughtful of him, considering it would be her first time and those were supposed to be uncomfortable even when the situation was more normal.
As her mind tried to think of what she should do and recall what she had learned from the healers she had spoken to she was dimly aware that her own arms were moving to embrace Mas' slender form.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:58 pm
Now this...this Mas was ready for. It was a bit surpriseing that, with his gender preference changed, Mas found himself not frightened by being near a female. In fact, he found himself hungry to get closer. The llonger he wore the cursed stone the more he was sinking into this altercation.
He'd definatly have to take it off as soon as they were done.
In the meantime however.... "Mmm. I heard that near Tri-no... it sounded rather cute." Mas murmured against her neck. He enjoyed how she gasped at the touch of his lips. In fact...it thrilled him to have her slipping her arms around him. Thus encouraged, mas began to move to position himself atop Tri-no. His body pressing against her's and bareing down while he occupied his lips upon her neck. She felt quite soft right now, and it went without saying that his body was responding to his eagerness.
The hand that he had placed upon Tri-no's thigh moved upwards. Bold..eager...hungry.... He wanted to hear and see and feel more of her reactions. In no small part did he deny the fact that being her first paid no part in his eagerness. because it did. The first male with her. The very first...perhaps if he made this good enough for her he would not be... Mas paused and closed his eyes for a moment. he stopped. From kissing to pressing against her. He did not want to finish such thoughts. They were...not him. Or rather..not the thoughts he ought to be thinking...the damned cursestone...perhaps he should have researched a bit more into it's effects?
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:44 pm
Lying back made Tri-no briefly panic that it was a lot harder to disguise fat and lumpy when one was horizontal, but from what she'd noticed he didn't really seem particularly averse to her extra poundage. It was an alien sensation to have someone's body pressed along the length of hers, but unfamiliar as it was, it was also one of those sensations that felt inherently like something was saying, Yes, that's how it's supposed to be done. It occurred to her that the female was supposed to be on top, according to most teachings, but she had already decided before coming into the room that she was too heavy for that and would probably break Mas if she put her weight on him. How fat she would be when pregnant didn't bear thinking about.
So she didn't. Thinking was overrated in this sort of situation, she decided. Not when she was really feeling too much for words to be adequate anyway. It was about the time she came to this conclusion that Mas paused, and she surprised herself by pulling him back to her. After that she continued to amaze the small part of her brain which still clung to the idea that she could apply reason and pessimism to this situation by reaching one-handed for the silken knot on the sash which secured her wraparound top. She wanted to bare more skin for him.
She hadn't explained to the healer she'd spoken with that the male she was going to be with wasn't interested in females, and so the healer had told her a number of things which interested males about female anatomy, particularly during sex. The healer told her that many males had a fascination with breasts. Tri-no had discounted this, never thinking that Mas would find a way to change his sexual preferences, even on a temporary basis. Now she exposed herself partly as an experiment in how much of an effect the cursed stone would have on Mas. Which probably wasn't fair to him. But if the stone was thorough, he would at least be rewarded. A side effect to being overweight was large breasts.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:55 pm
As TOS apply. This RP is being censored and draped in 'Do not Disturb' signs XD
Needless to say, they get freaky together. Mas gets his aggressiveness out and Tri-No gets to see if her fertility spells work ^_^
Oh yes..and the damn cursed necklace comes off XD
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