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#chat:#chat: nicholas #heat week july 2026

Armand had been completely miserable since he'd woken up, feeling like he wasn't getting enough damn relief even with the handful of rentals he'd been taken to. The omega wasn't used to going through this nowadays, having become dependent on suppressants before Krovs, and he found that he hadn't missed just how miserable the week could make him if he wasn't kept busy and distracted the whole time. He'd taken to pacing the Undercroft and only stopped when his gaze landed on a familiar figure and Armand stalked over to him. "I can think of other ways to help you with that, if you're interested."

Armand had been very aware of just how close his heat was, getting even more restless and temperamental in the days leading up to it, snapping and snarling at anyone who irritated him too much. The wolf had woken up that morning feeling overheated, desire and an almost overwhelming need slamming into him a few seconds after. Even at his age, he wasn't entirely used to having to deal with his heat, always making an effort to curb it by taking suppressants but that obviously wasn't an option right now.

He'd settled himself near the stairs, hoping to see at least one master he wouldn't mind throwing himself at for a few hours. Luckily for him, he caught sight of Henri walking down them. Even though they'd only interacted once, the omega had enjoyed himself and the ahool didn't see like a complete asshole compared to the others. He exhaled roughly and moved to meet the other man, the omega's face flushed and heat radiating off him. "Henri." Armand greeted with a nod, just barely stopping himself from doing something stupid, like leaping on the man right then and there. "Any chance you'd be interested in taking me out of here for a bit?"

@henri-delacroix

#closed starter #henri #heat week july 2026

drcigwen

"That's my fear, right there. Imagine. Screwed to the point of death. What a way to go." He smiled at the other, chuckling. "Flattery will certainly get you a friend to snuggle with on the worst of nights, but I will take the compliment in stride." Humility kept him in check as he looked the other over. "And you're very beautiful in your own right. You won't be here long."

"A valid fear to have. Also something I wouldn't be surprised to hear has happened in this place before." After all, why would the masters be gentle with slaves when they viewed them as so easy to replace. Armand had to struggle to bite back the anger that caused him, taking a slow, steady breath and trying to instead focus on his conversation with Nick. "Yes, well, I meant it." The wolf gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Thank you. Though I'm not at all sure that I enjoy the thought of belonging to any of the men here."

#chat:#chat: nicholas

eviecaine

The lich let his tongue glide along the length of the wolfs neck as he took in his words, his attitude. It was going to be fun to fuck it out of him, that he was certain, they always melted when they were properly used. "You can, and I'll return the favor." He chuckled against his skin, his fangs coming out to tease along the smooth skin. His hands did not sit idle as they roamed over the flesh now exposed to him. "Be a good boy and get down on your knees." He says after a mooment of roaming hands and his tongue.

Armand went still as Everett's fangs brushed along his skin, very much reading it as a threat, another low growl rumbling in the slave's chest. "I think you'll end up biting me even if I don't." The wolf hadn't been fed from before and it was just his luck that the first one to do so was going to be Everett Caine. Armand didn't respond to the command right away, thinking for a few brief seconds of just ignoring it entirely, but he knew enough about vampires to know that would be pointless. He narrowed his eyes at the older man and then dropped down onto his knees, staring up at him.

#chat:#chat: everett

witchysethharper

"Probably a stupid thing to say since you're a wolf," Seth muttered to himself, already heading into the kitchen in response to the slave's request. Circe raised her head with one eye open to glance at Armand and then promptly decided she didn't care enough to disturb her nap. It turned out she was fine with werewolves long as it wasn't a full moon and they gave her a good scratch behind the ears.

The tribrid returned to Armand with a bottle offered out to him. Seth took a drink from the one he kept for himself. A long drink. "So. What do you like?" he asked. "Like, sexually. Top, bottom, you into vanilla sex, rough sex, getting whacked around kind of shit?"

Armand shot an amused look at Seth's back, reaching down to pat the dog on the head for a second before leaning against the couch. The omega typically didn't have any issues with dogs, though he'd run into quite a few who didn't seem to like werewolves anywhere near them. He took the bottle with a mutter of thanks, taking a long drink of his own before he answered. "I figured that you meant sexually." He replied with a small smirk. "Bottom. I'm not some delicate flower so, yeah, I prefer my sex to be a little rougher but that doesn't mean slap me around as much as you'd like."

#chat:#chat: seth

drcigwen

"I guess we're just lucky to still be in one piece then. I've heard tell there's a master who enjoys breeding some of us into exhaustion. Delightful in thought however in practice... unfortunate for whomever is taking all of the loading." He muttered. "I don't think I'll be able to avoid eyes like that for long. Like I said, hot commodity. Not that I relish in it, I'd have preferred my quiet life back home infinitely more."

The omega laughed quietly, his shoulders lifting in a small shrug. "I actually don't mind the thought of someone breeding me to the point of exhaustion as long as it doesn't actually kill me. But to each their own." And he'd heard of masters who did far worse than that. Those were the men he would prefer to avoid. "I don't think so, if you're as rare as you say you are. It won't help that you're handsome, either."

#chat:#chat: nicholas

Henri parted his lips against the wolf slave's, moaning softly as he tasted him. He couldn't wait to taste more. He worked Armand over with his fingers a little more before withdrawing them entirely. He sat up between the other's legs. Another spit into his palm to wet his cock throbbing between his legs and Armand wasn't left emptied for long. Henri firmly gripped the younger man's hips and groaned again as inch after inch sank into that tight, welcoming heat. "Fuck," he exhaled once he bottomed out. "You feel good, Armand."

Armand made an impatient little sound when Henri's fingers withdrew, but he suspected that the man wouldn't leave him empty for long. After all, the master didn't seem like the type to beat around the bush once he was focused on the things that he wanted and the wolf was pleased that it seemed he was right as Henri started to press into him. Even though the older man had spent the time to work him open, there was still that familiar stretch as Armand's body worked to adjust to the master's cock, a slight pain shooting through the slave that he welcomed. The slave's lips parted in a soft moan at being filled, giving himself a few seconds before he rolled his hips. "As do you." He returned, opening his eyes to look up at the master. "Feel even better once you move." Armand paused, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. "Please."

masonxthatcher

The human-turned-werewolf knew exactly what it was like to be new and trapped in the undercroft, so he couldn't blame the slave for being hostile. He nodded a little at the question, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. "He's busy with other stuff, and I don't do it often," he clarified, offering the other slave a smile. "Anything you want. Well, within reason. We could eat, you could shower, we could shower.." Mason listed, trailing off, but Armand had choices and the beta wolf would do what he could do accommodate them.

Armand was admittedly somewhat curious about who the other slave's master was, but he didn't care enough to ask. As long as they didn't run into whoever it was while in the suite, of course. He cocked his head, considering the other wolf, and then allowed himself a small, somewhat amused smile as he listed off the options. "Are you hoping that I pick the third one?" The omega wasn't opposed to it, the other man was attractive, after all.

#chat:#chat: mason

witchysethharper

"Magic consultant," Seth answered. "Do you want to just stand here and chit chat all day or do you want to get moving?" He cocked his head and started walking towards the guard station to give his rental request to Manny. With that done, he grabbed Armand by the arm and teleported them directly into his suite living room. Faster that way. "Don't mind the dog hair, I've not had a minute to clean up before company." Circe was passed out on the couch while she slept, unbothered by the new guest for now. "Want a drink or anything?"

There was a flicker of genuine amusement across Armand's face at that question. "I'd rather get moving, actually." It got him out of the Undercroft, after all, a place that the wolf was already sick of after only a handful of hours. He followed behind him to the guard station, considering the man there with a less than pleased expression and then the other man was grabbing his arm and teleporting them. It had been some time since Armand had traveled like that, but he was familiar enough with it that he didn't mind it. "I don't mind dogs." The omega replied with a quiet laugh, glancing once at the pet sprawled out on the couch before his attention returned to Seth. "Do you have beer?"

#chat:#chat: seth

Henri nodded once in acknowledgment breaking away from the kiss. He took Armand by the wrist and guided him into his bedroom, then shoved him back on the bed. The ahool climbed atop him, settling in between the younger's spread legs and hinging over him to catch his mouth again to pick up where they left off. He paused briefly to swipe his fingers through his mouth. He dipped a single finger in between the wolf slave's long legs until he found that tight entrance, pressed it in to the first knuckle, and curled it against that sensitive bundle of nerves. He repeated that over and over, added a second digit, and continued, all while keeping Armand's mouth against his own in a quickly heating exchange.

The wolf grunted as his back hit the mattress, spreading his legs so that Henri could settle between them and he returned the kiss, one hand sliding down along the older man's back. His legs spread a bit further apart at the first press of the master's finger against his hole, his hips jerking underneath Henri as the man started to repeatedly hit just the right spot. It had his breathing deepening, his hold on Henri growing tight briefly. A whine escaped Armand after a few seconds and he brushed his tongue against the master's bottom lip, asking for entrance as he started to rock his hips down against Henri's fingers.

eviecaine

The lich was having a grand ole time watching the huffy wolf do as he was told to do. For someone with such a bad attitude he sure knew how to listen when told to. It was amusing for the master, he didn't mind some teeth when it came to the toys he enjoyed playing with. He would be someone he was going to thoroughly enjoy of those that he's had the pleasure of having. "Good boy." He said too cheerfully as he came upon the wolf now that the pesky clothes were out of the way. He looked good, better naked than being covered in what he'd been wearing. He reached out to grab him by his chin forcing him to look at him whether he wanted to or not. "Here I thought you'd bare your teeth more." He teases, his other hand moved to press the tip of his fingers just above his naval as they 'walked' their way up.

Armand's upper lip curled and he growled softly at Everett at the overly cheerful praise from the lich. "Do not call me that." The omega snapped back, his posture stiff as he stared back at the master. It was incredibly annoying, just how smug the older man seemed to be about this whole thing and Armand had to struggle for a second to not hit him. The slave attempted to jerk his head away before Everett could grab him, but the lich got a hold of him regardless and Armand settled with a small glare. "I can bite you if that would make you happier." He deadpanned back, all too happy to do that, though he suspected that Everett would enjoy it far too much.

#chat:#chat: everett

"I like to feed when I fuck," Henri answered. His dark gaze drifted over Armand's well-built form appreciatively. He shed his robe, settled a hand on the slightly taller man's waist, and closed the rest of the proximity for a kiss. He hummed in approval against it, then sought to deepen it after a few moments, tongue begging for entrance. "Preference?" he murmured low in between the exchange.

Armand nodded, his own gaze sweeping down to take in all of Henri now that the ahool had discarded the robe. With nothing to hold onto now, the werewolf's hands brushed down along the older man's chest and stomach in featherlight touches. His lips parted against Henri's at the first brush of his tongue and Armand stepped in closer so there was no space between them. "I prefer to bottom." The omega muttered -- he'd top if he was pushed to, but the slave had never found much enjoyment from it.

masonxthatcher

After hearing about another wolf that had been brought to the castle, Mason couldn't deny that his curiosity was piqued. He didn't often venture down into the undercroft, mostly because it was one of the most miserable places in the castle, but if he could help a fellow werewolf out then he was going to risk a trip down there.

Mason followed the scent until he found the omega, and, of course, was met with hostility. He understood that, Mason had been exactly the same way even as a human. "Well, I was going to ask you the same question," he responded. "You look like you need to get out of here for a bit. I'm Mason."

Armand simply stared back at Mason in silence for a few seconds, his gaze dropping after to eye the collar around the other's throat. Understandably, the omega wasn't feeling incredibly hostile towards other slaves, but his mood was making it difficult to be too friendly. He huffed out a breath and straightened up on the bed, the older slave's gaze flicking up again to lock with Mason's. "Your...master lets you rent others?" He wondered just how common that was. "And what exactly would we be doing if you took me out of here?"

#chat:#chat: mason

witchysethharper

"Good to know." Seth grinned crookedly, glad this was working out easier than he thought. He looked the other man over as he stood and nodded to himself in appreciation. Not bad. Not bad at all. "I'm Seth. You are?"

Even with the mood that he was in, Armand was very aware of Seth checking him out. The werewolf took a steady breath and made himself relax somewhat -- there was no reason to be that irate with someone who was staff, though he didn't think he could find it in himself to be overly kind to the guards. "Armand." He returned with a strained smile, eyeing the collar around the other man's neck, deciding to engage in some small talk even if he didn't particularly enjoy it. "What do you do for the castle?"

#chat:#chat: seth

drcigwen

Nick hummed to himself. "Some of us are able to fend and survive better than others. Hence being able to go down with a fight." He joked with an easy grin. "So... any masters you know of to avoid more than others? I try to keep an ear out but, more often than not I find myself trying to meditate before I get my first real rental. I think losing my temper on the first person to glance my way wouldn't do me very well."

"I suppose. I still don't think I'd have done that if it were me." Armand had spent far too long trying to avoid this exact fate that he wouldn't have tried to protect someone else from Krovs. Maybe that made him selfish, but it didn't bother the omega. "I haven't been rented by anyone yet and I haven't talked to many of the others, so I'm not sure. I would think the best ones to avoid would be the councilmen. I'd assume you have to be some level of psychotic to rise that far." And he knew the ones like De Luca and Proulx just from the reputations they'd received over their long lives.

#chat:#chat: nicholas

"There won't be much small talk, if that's your concern," Henri answered, lips spreading into a charming grin at the slave. He wore black silk lounge pants and a robe opened just enough, exposing the well-chiseled body he took great pride in. He thanked the guards and gestured Armand inside, already finding him pleasing enough on the eye in person. Sometimes the slave directory photos didn't do them justice. It was a great resource to skip the introductions and he already knew this one's species. The hint of a French accent already turned a bias to the ahool who primarily resided in that country. His own accent wasn't purely French, more English from the years prior in spent in London before his relocation. A trained ear could hear the lilt when he spoke.

"My name is Henri Delacroix, I assume you know why I've rented you. A little bit of blood for me, sex for us, and you're free to use the rest of the time how you like. Do you need something to drink to loosen up or are you ready to begin?"

"I've never seen the point of small talk." It had always felt incredibly unnecessary to Armand and he found it to be even less appealing when it came to a master. It was good to know the ahool apparently agreed with him -- after all, the masters were only ever after one thing with these rentals, as far as Armand was concerned. His gaze skated down along Henri's body, taking in the partly opened robe and the hint of the other man's skin. It was no surprise to him that the masters were just as attractive as so many of the slaves kept in the Undercroft. He gave a small nod at the words, noting the other's last name -- it explained the slight hint of an accent that the werewolf could hear.

He took a small breath and then stripped out of his shirt, letting the fabric dangle in his hand as Armand locked eyes with the master. "A drink isn't necessary." As much as he detested everything about his new position, Armand failed to see the point in fighting masters every step of the way. Unnecessary waste of energy that could be saved for something else. He stepped closer to Henri, raising an eyebrow at him, one hand reaching out to curl in the front of the robe to pull the man closer. "Blood or sex first? Or do you like to mix the two?"