Your Pop Princess xoxo

He sank down next to her, leaning back against the bench with a sigh. "I guess you're right. It can get tiring when you're not a complete part of it," he mused, running one hand over his hair. "But I find a little break lets me enjoy the thing a little more once I finally go back to it."

The singer tilted her head towards the man as he spoke, "Well, take all the time you need out here, and then maybe, when we're both ready - we can go back in there together." The woman suggested, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning over to rest her cheek on the giant's broad shoulder, her gaze still trained to the sky. "It might get cold out here after a while, though. Can I count on you to keep me warm when it does?"

"Oh, hydras are epic," Hercules said as he got some paint onto a brush and set to work. Luckily, it was easy enough to paint the necks and heads. "If you cut off one head, two more grow back in its place. They're a bitch to kill." He glanced over at her, then quickly added, "but don't worry, I'll protect you if you need me to."

The singer sat back and shamelessly ogled this mighty, God-like warrior as he spoke of one of many monsters he'd taken down. "It's not surprising then that someone as obviously epic as yourself was able to take that beast down." She complimented, biting on her bottom lip when he glanced her way. "I'm fairly capable of taking care of myself. I mean, you wouldn't think I am, given the amount of security I have on staff, but that comes with the territory of being a famous singer." She said, brushing it off. "...anyway, if we're being honest, I wouldn't mind being in a situation where you'd have to protect me. I think it'd be pretty hot to watch you in action, stud."

The Giant had also stepped out for some air, the chilly evening making his bare chest prickle. But the cold felt good after the stuffy air inside. He noticed the lovely figure sitting alone, looking to the sky, and approached quietly before clearing his throat to get her attention. "Do you mind if I sit with you? I just came out here for a moment of quiet," he explained, hoping she wouldn't mind a companion on the bench.

She quirked a small smile at the man and nodded, scooting over a bit to accommodate his large frame. "By all means. I came out here for the same reasons." She replied, patting the seat next to her. "It got pretty hot in here - in a good way, of course, but there's such a thing as too much of a good thing, I guess." The singer's eyes drank the giant in as he sat next to her.

He smirked as she exposed him, taking a moment to fawn over him. He growled as he watched her spit on him, stroking it to slicken him. He growled as she sat on him, feeling her heat surround his cock as she pushed him inside her. "Oh fuck," he moaned, one hand now at her hip while the other stayed against her throat. "Nastier the better," he teased, gripping her throat a moment and letting go. "Mm, fuck me," he insisted between deep, needy growls.

The sounds he was making as she sunk down on his cock were only turning the singer on that much more. "God, you sound so sexy...you love how tight and wet my pussy is for you, hmm?" She asked in a low voice. If he liked nasty, she could give him nasty. As a world-renowned artist, it was her duty to provide for her fans - to give them what they wanted, and she'd make no exception to that rule here. Her head lolled back, bracing her neck to him as he wrapped his hand around it, claiming her in the moment, asserting control even though she was the one technically on top. "Mmm, are those doctor's orders?" She asked teasingly, lifting her body up so that her drenched cunt-lips dragged up the length of his fat cock - she held herself there, only impaled on his head as she waited for him to tell her (again) what he wanted. "Does the doctor want his nasty little patient to fuck herself on this thick tool of yours? Gonna make me do all the work, hmm?" She pouted playfully.

It took Hercules a second to realize the woman was complimenting him, but when he did, his face broke into a broad smile. "I suppose you could say that," he said, "but I'm not sure it works that way, considering you're both beautiful and talented." He gestured at the pumpkin she was starting to work on. "I guess I could try a hydra. They're pretty crazy looking, so me being a bad artist shouldn't make too big of a difference."

The singer tossed her hair over her shoulder - she knew her talent and beauty knew no bounds, but it actually meant something coming from this absolute stud of a man. Her lashes fluttered flirtatiously behind her mask, his smile both endearing and sexy at the same time. "See, there you go - that sounds like a perfect idea." The singer replied in a silky, seductive voice as she subtly moved in closer to the man under the premise of watching him paint. "I hope you don't mind...I've just never seen a hydra before, and I'd love to see your interpretation of one so I can imagine how you'd look taking one down."

Something about this doctor subtly registered as alarming - but she was too devious in her own right to really care. As a pop star, she was terribly sheltered; and tonight, she was craving danger. As she straddled him, dragging his hands down her body, she whimpered and let her head fall back in pleasure as he groped at her body on the way down to her core. "Oooh...fuck, that's right...feel how wet you've got me, Doctor? I bet I'm not the first patient of yours to respond to you like this, hmm?"

One hand remained inside her, while the other reached up to grip around her throat. "I do," he agreed to her question, "Do you want to feel how hard you're making me?" he growled, squeezing against her throat as the others pushed hard and fast inside her. "Why don't you take it out and sit on it, songbird?"

The singer started to fuck herself on the doctor’s fingers, moaning quietly at first, then louder as she continued to work herself up, bracing both hands on the doctor’s chest as he reached up and wrapped his free hand around her neck, making her moans come out in choked tones. “Mmhmm…I do…I really fucking do,” she moaned, wasting no time in reaching under the waistband of his scrubs to wrap her hand around his thick, throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re so big…, she moaned, spitting down on the head and giving it a few good strokes before she aimed it at her drenched folds and rutted forward, letting it slip effortlessly inside her thanks to how wet she was. Her eyes instantly rolled back in pleasure as the good doctor filled her up. “Fuck…l-love your tool, Doctor…mmmm, makes me wanna be such a nasty patient for you.” She giggled, gripping at his chest as she started to ride him hard.

The doctor hummed, "well, let's just say I have a slightly higher than normal complication rate," he smirked wildly. He moaned as he felt her petite weight against him. He let his hands follow where she was leading them, grabbing and groping at her breasts before lowering them further down her body. Doc slipped his hand where the singer was leading it, stretching his fingers along her folds before dipping two of those fingers deep into her core.

Something about this doctor subtly registered as alarming - but she was too devious in her own right to really care. As a pop star, she was terribly sheltered; and tonight, she was craving danger. As she straddled him, dragging his hands down her body, she whimpered and let her head fall back in pleasure as he groped at her body on the way down to her core. "Oooh...fuck, that's right...feel how wet you've got me, Doctor? I bet I'm not the first patient of yours to respond to you like this, hmm?"

The singer had finished her set, had a drink, and was feeling perfectly relaxed - which was such a relief, having just finished her world tour. So, in the mood - for the time being - to occupy herself with something a little more low-key, she wandered through the ball until she came upon a positively herculean-looking specimen, looking curiously at a pumpkin he was intending to paint. She quickly selected her own, much smaller pumpkin and joined him. She looked from him to the pumpkin and then back to him. "I suppose you don't have to be artistic, when you, yourself are a work of art, huh?" She flirted, reaching for a collection of multicolored Sharpies to start tracing out some shapes on the face of her pumpkin. "A God like you has doubtlessly faced plenty of terrifying monsters in your time. Maybe you could use those experiences as your inspo?"

The sharks were against this idea, but the tornado was determined. He followed the singer to the drink table, nervously getting himself a drink. Clearly he wasn't as subtle as he was hoping. "Oh um yeah, yeah, no.. I mean yeah sure. I just wanted to tell you how cool that was. You're freakin' talented. Like how come you're at this party and not traveling the world singing and shit?"

She giggled and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder proudly. "Thanks. I mean, I know - but it's still nice to hear some praise from a fan." Britney worried her lips together before taking another sip of her drink. "My tour just ended, actually. I'm taking some time off now - but that said, I'm a workaholic. If a venue has a stage, I'm going to wind up singing on it - even if it's just for one number."

Kristoff joined the round of applause that followed the songs the person up there was singing. He has to admit, she wasn't Anna or Elsa, but she sure could sing! Feeling that it would be polite to congratulate her he moved to where she was, and what she said left him confused. "A self what? I don't know what that means, miss. But I wanted to say you have a beautiful voice. I can see you're proud of that too!"

She raised a brow up at the man, crossing her arms under her chest. "A selfie. You know, a picture of...yourself?" She smirked, shrugging it off in lieu of the compliment. "Well, thanks, handsome. I'm glad you enjoyed the show. You came all the way over here just to tell me that?" She said, taking a step closer to him.

"I've been known to cause a fair share of trouble, yes," he chuckled darkly. He wrapped an arm at her hip, pulling her body closer to his. "Oh? And what is this something that you have?" he asked, moving the two of them backwards to a chair, the doctor sitting on it and pulling the singer into his lap.

"Really? I never pegged someone with a medical degree to be so devious...but then again, you also don't strike me as a typical doctor." She teased, sucking at her bottom lip as he pulled her slender frame into his own body, and then down into his lap. She straddled him, settling comfortably over his thighs before reaching for his hand, lifting it to her neck and lowering it slowly over the swell of her breasts, then the taut, exposed skin of her abs, lower still to the waistline of her little skirt. With her other hand, she pulled it out enough for the doctor's hand to slip inside. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Doctor? Go on...get a good feel. I think you'll find a nice place to put that tool of yours..." She purred, her hands smoothing up his chest and hooking at the back of his neck, giving him the freedom to do whatever he wanted with her.

He watched as she moved closer, dropping his arms from his chest and dropping the space between them. "One in particular, yes," he growled back. "Most definitely swoonworthy, and not as deadly as the other tools in my arsenal. Possibly as dangerous though," he said with a dark chuckle.

She hummed deeply as he spoke, talking himself up and riling her up in the process. "Well, fuck. Don't tell my security team or my publicist, but I'm feeling like getting into some trouble tonight...maybe making some headlines, and you sound like just the guy to do it with." She took another sip of her drink and stepped in closer. "So, doctor...why don't you show me yours, and I'll show you mine? I've got something that might prove to be just as dangerous. Could be exciting for both of us, hmm?"

The doctor remained in his stance, pressed against a far wall with arms crossed against his chest. He had listened to the song, finding himself tapping his foot against his will. The girl walked up to the table in front of him to get something to drink. "Selfie?" he asked with a smirk, "I mean, if you want a picture of me, you don't have to hide it like that. You can just ask," he chuckled.

Oh, this was a cocky one. Fun. Smirking, Britney pivoted on her heel and gave him her full attention. “Mmm, okay - let’s say I do want a picture of you, Doctor. What are you gonna show off for the camera? Got some big, impressive medical tools under those scrubs for me to swoon over, hmm?”

Britney blew a puff of air through her pretty, glossed lips as she strode past the king on his throne. He really did look the part; she had to give him that. Every inch of fabric looked luxurious and gorgeous as it clung to a clearly strong body. "Mmm, I wasn't really looking to kneel for anyone, but I could be convinced... Besides, as a princess in my own right, I actually think I belong up there on that throne with you, your highness." Britney said with a cheeky giggle. "Think you've got room up there for a little thing like me? If I can't fit in the seat, your lap'll do just fine, I'm sure."