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Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Sofia gave him a flattering smile as she took her seat at the table, enjoying the bounty of food and wine laid out before her. Sofia had always been a lush, enjoying the trappings of wealth immensely, even if she generally suppressed the urge to gorge herself like some of her peers. However, tonight was an evening of celebrations. Months of planning had gone into the events of tonight, and the following weeks of activity as well. Now, she would enjoy the company of her handsome foe as her plan unraveled. Obviously, youve got me at a slight disadvantage, my dear Nicholas. You see, I have no servants nearby to relay any information you may divulge. You on the other hand she added with a slight raise of her eyebrow, her flirtatious purr trailing off and lingering in the cool evening breeze for a few moments. While Im sure that my plans are too far along to stop, Id like you to order your servants to stay out of the room for the night, at least everyone excluding the chef as Id still like to enjoy the meal youve so graciously offered. Simply refrain from having any hushed and shady conversations with him, would you? Besides, we wouldnt want them walking in if you do manage to slip my dress off of me she added with a wink, her sultry tone enchanting, no matter how serious the topic at hand may be. Sofia couldnt imagine a scenario where he would be able to institute measures against whatever she told her, but the young noblewoman was cautious and wanted assurance either way. This night was not just about the pleasure it entailed, but in a sense it was a way to gloat. She wanted to revel in the look within his eye as the full scopes of her plans were revealed. With his assurance given, she teased the very beginning of her plan. Ms. Bellicus is always so unpredictable, but if theres one thing that can be relied upon, its her insatiable lust. My advisors always disapproved of my ownership of the Randy Unicorn she added idly, referring to a high end brothel that was infamous among the citizens of Florence. Idly twirling a glass of wine, she rose and turned her back to Nicholas, admiring the view before continuing. People talk a lot during sex, even women. What interesting things Isabelle has had to say over the years, though I imagine my favorite little tidbits were about the structure of the hierarchy of the local police. After all, its much easier to gain control over the police if you know exactly who you need to control or replace she added with a smile, turning around to face Nicholas, and sitting down once more. Sofia had shared her first bit of the plan and so she began to consume her meal. It was now Nicholas turn to begin sharing, and the lovely Italian noble would enjoy the high cuisine of her foe while watching the first inklings of his plan unfold.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Nicholas chuckled softly. I do solemnly swear that I shall not have any of my agents in our way tonight, and that my chef is not one of my intelligence operatives, but rather simply an amazing cook. He said, smiling slightly as he enjoyed the view of her enjoying the view of the city. And no, I quite like to have women alone if their dress is coming off. Call me a jealous man. He added with a quirk of an eyebrow and a grand gesture to the table as they both moved to sit, the food prepared and waiting. He sat and leaned back in his chair, sighing softly , that little smirk still on his lips. As she described her plan, or at least the little inklings of it, he chuckled at some comments, often those regarding Bellicus's fickle nature. Women? Talk during sex? You may want to replace some of those employees, if she's able to talk straight. He said with a smile and a chuckle, picking up his glass of wine and taking a sip. I'll admit I'm surprised your more religious allies aren't appalled by your ownership of that establishment. He commented, noting that fact mentally with a bit of curiosity. Despite the nature of her plan, one that was obviously well-thought out and careful, his expression did not shift from his smirking, controlled facade of mystery. It's an excellent plan, and one I might have concocted with the same sort of information. But alas, I had a widely different base to work from, and so I fear my plan differed wildly. He paused, then smiled broadly. You showed me yours, I suppose I should return the favor. He commented with a chuckle. My operatives were all people I hired and brought in off the street for a long while, and so they know the local law enforcement quite well. I would hate to tarnish any names, of course, but a great many of them have less-than-legal indulgences, secrets they want to hide, desires best kept quiet. And some of them simply are twisted and corrupt. This information, as you can imagine, is extremely useful. he paused, setting down the glass and picking up fork and knife, cutting into his meat. And so, as long as they support me and my agents, such things will never be known by the public. Admittedly, my blackmail on the higher-ups in the force is weaker, but as long as the soldiers are mine, the leaders won't risk rebellion, hm? With a slight smile, he stabbed a small piece of meat and lifted it to his lips, taking a small bite. Honestly, he hadn't related the entirety of his plan just yet. That was the first layer, the net with which he was using to trap the force in general, but there were obviously a few other threats that he would have to deal with in a more personalized manner.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Sofia smiled the slightest bit upon hearing the preliminary steps of his plan. In a sense, Nicholas had played right into her hand. While the details of his plan were fuzzy, the broadest strokes were not. Having allowed him to return fire, she began with a more precise strike. Sofia left her seat, having finished her meal, and slowly swayed over to her host, smiling softly at him. Oh Nicholas, you fit the stereotypical spymaster far too well. Tell me, do all of you blackmail everyone around them, or is that simply a stereotype you happen to embody? Sofia smiled as she reached him and allowed her gaze to linger on his eyes, lust swirling in her amidst the blue ocean of her irises. Tell me, Master Whisper, who are you going to blackmail when the men youve gathered information on have long since lost their heads? Sofia brushed a stray strand of light brown hair from her visage and leaned in to kiss the man, a soft exchange of lips that lasted but a few moments. Are you familiar with Viktor Kempny? Sofia withdrew from him and began to pace as the thrust of her plan was revealed. I cant imagine you are, hes nothing more than a local constable from one of the smaller provinces of Austria. However, I think it is important you learn of him now. You see, hes been in my debt for years due to various run ins with the law and financial issues. Suffice it to say that he has an overgrown sense of loyalty hed take a bullet for me. Sofia smiled and returned her gaze to Nicholas, arching her back suggestively and slowly returning to his presence as she spoke. Now, Viktor was ecstatic to hear about the opening for the position of constable here in Florence. Apparently the last one had a terrible accident at the hands of some unknown thugs, quite a tragedy. Nonetheless, Viktor was able to attain the job, after I pulled a few favors of course. Im sure hell be a dashing constable. Sofia leaned in, her breath now hot on Nicholas face as she spoke Oh but Im teasing, as you dont really know the best part of it yet, no? Constable Kempny is surely having a thrilling night. Perhaps Ill tell you more somewhere more private. After all, I hate to tease, but I prefer to lay it all out in a proper bedroom. I am a proper lady after all she added with a wink. Besides, its your turn. Perhaps you could regale me with more of your actions while we retire for the night? she added with a glimmer of flirtation in her eyes, a slight wave of anxiety hitting her as she began to anticipate the entertainment of the evening.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Sofia gave the master of whispers a coy smile. She had expected something along the lines of a financial crisis, though she had underestimated just how strong of a grip he had on the city's wealth and its allocation. She made a tsking sound and waggled her finger at him as she shifted towards him slowly, pressing against his chest and leaning forward to his ear to sultrily whisper Someone's been a naughty boy, if only Ricardo Cupo was more careful with the city's wealth. Sofia gave his ear a playful nibble before stepping back and eyeing him playfully. I suppose I should lay out my last card, since you're about to do the same. Lay it all out to bare. she remarked playfully, before her hands went to her dress, shrugging the straps off her shoulders but keeping the fabric held tight against her chest as she spoke. You see, I have no problem putting the heads of every man in the city garrison on a spike, at least the ones you have dirt on. I also have no issue with the lack of funds for the city guard. I don't need anything more than their leadership, in the form of Constable Kempny. I'd bet you like to know why, hmmm? she smiled with a grin plastered on her olive skin. Without warning, she allowed the dress to drop, revealing her full, perky breasts to her company for the evening. She allowed him a few moments to gape, before revealing the thrust of her plan. I have something better than money, Nicholas my dear. I have the power of the Church. I'll admit, Monachus has yet to support my claim to the city, as he still believes there are questions when it comes to my claim, but I have managed to convince him that the City Watch was under threat. A sanctimonious fool like that could never allow the fine city of Florence to fall into dark times, and thus he's committed his band of religious zealots to backing the dear constable. Sure, they aren't as well trained as professional guards, but they already outnumber them 5 to 1. If you institute a budget crisis, I have the men in place to wait it out until I can take care of it personally. We both know the finance council is run by morons, but they're not stupid enough to leave the guards unfunded for too long. If you institute some sort of insurrection, I have more than enough zealots to put that down. Perhaps even enough to kill every guard you have under your thumb. Sofia smiled at him. She was certain that victory was at hand for her, at least in the first part of the fight for the city. Confidence rushed forward and she dropped the dress in front of him. I've bared my plan to you, now for you to do the same. she added with a smile, her nubile body glowing in the moonlight. Perhaps when I control the city I'll have you disappear from the public eye and keep you at my manor on a leash. The place could use some decor she added haughtily. In her mind, their night together would be spent as the day had unfolded. If her plan succeeded, she would take charge, using him for whatever her whims dictated. If, by some unforeseen turn, he had won, she would end up mercy to his darkest desires. Either way, she's likely end up enjoying herself.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

It had taken them no time at all to reach the inn as he spoke, the perfect location for their first evening - neutral, with the only upper hand being the one who won the day. Nicholas had, admittedly, anticipated this occurrence occasionally it paid off to be cocky, and already had a room set aside for him that he led her to as she spoke. As the door closed behind them, he turned to look at her at the precise moment she dropped the dress from her torso, giving him the full view of her delicious bust, her pale skin divine in the moonlight that streamed through the window. She paused to let him gape, and he did, though perhaps not as basely as she might have desired, his eyes scanning over her body with detectable lust as he licked his lips suggestively, a smirk quirking at the corner of them. She dropped her dress fully, baring herself as she did her plan, and he took the haughty jibe with a smile and a nod, taking the moment to enjoy the view presented to him, gloriously glowing in her entirely nude form, her curves delightful, eliciting a lustful response from his own body, a bulge that threatened to tear its way through the fabric of his trousers and overcoat. Well, Madame Sophia, you do have me bested this time. I hadn't expected the zealots to have as many numbers as you proclaim. You had best hope you aren't bluffing, however, as I won't hesitate to take an opportunity. He said with a smile, pacing to the center of the room. But alas, the final stage of my plan was to graciously donate my own funds to the guards, buying them into my pocket and securing their loyalty. Which I still intend to do, of course, just in case your little band of religious warriors doesn't work out for you. He teased, stepping solidly in front of her, his eyes sweeping her nude form. I'd hold off on buying a leash for me just yet, darling. You've won the battle, not the war. And if there's anything I'm good at, it's sneaking up from behind. He warned with a laugh. He spread his arms, as if inviting her to his body. It would seem I've been bested today, and it only seems fair that to the victor, go the spoils. With a small bow, be began to deftly, flick open the silver buttons of his tunic, beginning at his collar and working slowly down his chest, exposing muscled, toned skin underneath. I am yours, Lady Sophia, however you shall have me. He teased with a little wink, his mood and energy undaunted by his defeat. After all, no man could be too disappointed with the sight he had before him, and the Spymaster of Florence had more than one plan waiting to work in his favor. But now that night had fallen and their door was closed, the time for plans and schemes was over, and it was time for him to find out exactly what he had been wondering for the entire day - what would his beautiful female challenger feel like pressed against him, skin to skin, hot and heavy and aroused?
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Victory tasted sweet. She hadn't bothered exaggerating the size of the zealots, she had assumed he would have an answer or would not, and when his answer was an admission of failure, a course of adrenaline surged through her. The night was hers, and now she would enjoy the spoils, so to speak. A cool breeze coursed through the room, the moonlight glistening on her nubile form as she felt her nipples stiffen and slight bit of moistness begin to develop in her nether regions. Is that so? she responded saucily to his last statement, before her tone took a mocking dominance. Tsk tsk, what is it with spies and their propensity for brbibes and blackmail? You do know there are other methods, don't you? Oh well, I'll teach you about them when I control the city and you're at my feet. As it is, I get what I want, no? Well I want you as naked as I am she purred, stepping towards him and pressing up against him. Don't mind me, just surveying what I get for the night she added with a smirk, her hands teasingly running along his chest. As he followed out her orders, she leaned in to kiss him, a passionate exchange that lingered the whole time he was undressing. Tell me, what would you have done to me if I had been your spoils, hmm? I'm curious she purred, having pulled back from the kiss, and now looked up into his eyes, watching him curiously.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Nicholas merely smiled as she mocked him and his tendency for bribes and blackmail, already knowing he would have to best her the next time. Her declaration that she wanted him naked as well, made him chuckle. More than happily. He said, finishing the last few buttons on his tunic and dropping it to the floor before she pressed her nude body to him, hands running his chest, an action that made his arousal grow stiffer and harder in his trousers, obvious now that she was so close. Then she kissed him, a hot, passionate moment as his slightly-parted lips played with hers, his hands unclasping his belt and dropping it to the floor as well, his trousers with it. From there it was a simple task of kicking his clothing and boots off and away without a second thought, his hands lingering on her hips and pulling her against him. She withdrew, however, pulling back from the kiss, and teased him with a question. Well, I think I would have liked to see you on your knees, with me in your mouth... From there, who knows? The other thing spies tend to have is a propensity for dungeons, ropes, shackles. Perhaps I might have had to restrain you and tease you for a long while. I'm sure with enough time even you would beg for me... His words lingered with lusty intent, as if he was describing a fantasy he had every intention of making reality at their next encounter.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

The idea of being his turned her on, as her mind wandered at the possibility. However, she was far more turned on at the ludicrous wealth and power she would have at her disposal, as well as a chained spymaster she could play with if she was ever bored with running Florence. Sofia made a pouty face, pushing her lips and pretending to emphasize with him. What a sight that would have been, Sofia Fortem, her hands bound, her mouth gagged, and bent over a table, being had every which way by the Spymaster of Florence. It's too bad that when the city is mine, it'll be you on your knees, hands bound behind your back, pleasuring your owner she smirked at the thought, before kissing him once more. I don't wish to linger here too long, however. I wasn't wholly prepared for a victory, I suppose I thought you more crafty than you really were. However, when I imagine you and I will be clashing for control of the wealth of the city in a few weeks time. Let me have you over for dinner. I have a nice, quiet and secluded dungeon that you would adore. When I win, I'll have plenty of fun toys around me to try on you she purred in her Italian accent, lording her victory over him further. For now, my dear, I shall fuck you how I like and call it a night. Speaking of which, why don't you get on your back. You belong below me, after all she added. Her style of dominance was mostly gloating, but it suited her for now. As he lay on his back, she leaned over to kiss, her ample breasts hovering inches above his chest, her back arched, and her toned backside sticking out. Grope me, Nicolas. I want you to feel what could have been yours, before I feel what I'm going to use while I'm Queen of Florence she purred, allowing her curvaceous nubile form to lay at rest while he had his feel. Mmmmm, tell me, what color collar would you like when I finally win? she added, continuing to prod him with her newfound arrogance.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Nicholas merely chuckled. While I don't mind the idea of pleasuring you, I do prefer it to be on my terms. We'll see who is on top in a few weeks time, and perhaps I'll happily put that dungeon to use myself. He said with that sassy little smirk he had given her several times before, though it melted away as she kissed him again, silencing his words. She ordered him onto the bed and onto his back, her words gloating and pretentious, full of pride with her victory for the night. She approached with catlike grace, her nude form hovering over his, the curves of her breasts so close to his skin as she instructed him to feel her, touch her, explore. Happily. He almost growled, his hands sliding up her legs and over her hips. One explored the curve of her rear, drifting between her legs to slowly and softly caress the inner curve of her thigh. The other hand flowed up, pressed gentle and flat against the arch of her back, enjoying her form as it found her soft side, stroking the hourglass curve before sliding across her flat stomach. Then upward, in a fluid motion, he cupped a full breast, thumb brushing over her perky, pink nipple, teasing with a touch. Her exposed nature and passionate proximity brought his manhood to a throbbingly erect state, ready for her to enjoy however she pleased. If you think a mere collar will hold me, I think you might be deluded. He said, lunging up at her to playfully and aggressively bite her lip, not content to merely be played with and ordered about. You, however, would look lovely in just a collar...
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Sophia smiled at him, her whole attitude infected by power. She had bested the spy, and overestimated him at that. Florence was as good as hers in her mind. She might as well go and find the perfect collar that matched his eyes. She smiled down at him as he had his feel of her, enjoying the attention he paid to her curves before responding to his quips and jabs. Oh Nicolas my dear, you will get to use the dungeon. she smirked as she continued, her tone dripping with sardonic wit I'll try all the devices on you, as I haven't had a chance to use them yet. I'll even get your collar for you, the one you'll wear when I own you and the rest of Florence She purred as she brushed away his hands, taking charge of the scene now. That's enough touching. If you wanted to grope me you should have come up with a better plan she quipped, grabbing his wrists and placing them behind his head. Now be a good boy and lay there. I want to try out my eventual servant she purred, lowering her entrance upon his rock hard manhood, slowly allowing him to push inside of her. Her pace started slow at first but then picked up, riding him faster and faster as she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her. Then, as she felt Nicolas begin to find a pleasurable rhythm, she planted herself all the way down on him and stopped. Tell me who owns you right now, Nicolas. Beg for me to continue she purred, a satisfied grin plastered on her face.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

He merely chuckled. Mmm, one little victory and it all goes to your head. Best be more careful than that... He warned teasingly, fingers briefly pinching her nipples roughly as she taunted him about the collar, a sassy smirk across his lips. Then, in a swift movement, she pinned his wrists above his head. He was strong enough that he could have resisted her, but saw no reason to as she slowly took his long, throbbing length inside her wet, hot slit. He groaned, back arching in pleasure even as she slowly began to ride him She began to move more quickly, clearly working up to the perfect pace for her, and he soon found the perfect rhythm to rock his hips where the ridges and walls inside her felt divine as she rode his thick, pulsing cock. However, that seemed to be the very thing she had been counting on, as she suddenly plunged him deeply inside her and froze, unmoving. He let out a low growl of frustration, hips bucking lustily. Her demands met with only a horny growl. It'll take more than that to make me beg. He breathed, aroused but by no means defeated. He had no intention of giving her both the satisfaction of being the victor of the day and reducing him to a begging, lusty, horny creature that would do anything to have her fuck him. Not yet, anyway. He was aroused and she felt delightfully tight, hot, and wet around him, but he knew she wanted to have him inside her, to ride him, as much as he wanted her to do so. That much she had made very, very clear throughout their evening together. After all, their flirtation and their plotting had gone oh so sweetly together, and it wouldn't be right if he didn't give her a little bit of that competition and conquest in bed as well.