Conall Moore

Beta Werewolf 35 Versatile Unclaimed Slave

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taras-koval​: 

Well, at least the other man knew his friend. Taras was still worried though. As long as he didn’t know where Josh was, there was always the risk that he was being hurt or had gotten lost. It wasn’t that he didn’t think his friend could take care of himself, just that he wanted to be sure everything was okay. “I don’t know what’s going on. If people are fighting, we should get the hell out of here.”

“Maybe. If not, I’ll just break the ice somehow and jump under.” No matter how cold it was, he didn’t care. “Hey, dying out there is better than living in here.” Although…he really didn’t want to leave alone.

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Conall nodded, fully on board with Taras’ assessment, “Agreed. I need to find my brother, Aiden, we can look for Josh at the same time and then we can go.” He wouldn’t leave without Aiden, there was no way in hell. 

“We might not be able to come with you in the water but we can get there together, watch each other’s backs, ya?” he managed a little smile, “You gonna be okay walking? What can I do?” It would put a damper on things if he needed to carry the other but he could do it, there were benefits to wolf strength.

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theforestwolf​: 

Aiden whimpered in need as he felt his shirt torn from his body, nuzzling up under Conall’s chin and breathing in the scent of his alpha, letting his brother know that the young beta wanted this just as much as the older wolf did.

Aiden’s own claws pierced the fabric of his brother’s shirt, shredding it down the chest and then the arms, before pulling the tattered remains from Conall’s sculpted torso. Pronounced canines nipping longingly at the older wolf’s neck, whines and growls of desire breaking from his throat as Aiden fought to undo his brother’s belt and unzip his fly.

Each movement was more difficult than the last. Somewhere in the back of his mind the young beta knew they needed to get to the bed, but each step was harder, so much harder not to just give in completely and mate right where they stood. Finally the stitching of Conall’s trousers gave way, and Aiden’s hand slipped around his brother’s hard length.

“Fuck me…” Aiden groaned, eyes of solid amber locking with his alpha’s, his free hand tearing his own jeans from his body with a single, powerful movement “…please Alpha…need ya so fuckin’ bad…”

When Conall’s trousers finally gave up and Aiden’s hand found his cock, the wolf sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on his brother tightening as he locked eyes with the other and he promptly lost it at the begging. It was the last kick to the one finger that was keeping him from falling fully into his instinct. 

With a deep, low growl filled with desire, Conall stopped short and jerked Aiden closer, kissing him roughly, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair. He broke the kiss, laving his tongue over his brother’s chin and down his neck, hungry and messy as he pulled him down to the floor, fuck the bed. 

No, fuck Aiden. 

Copious amounts of precum dripped from the head of his cock as he manhandled Aiden, forcibly turning him over, lining up with his entrance, and pushing in without delay. His hips took on a mind of their own as he started to fuck into Aiden. Needing a better grip on the beta, he wrapped an arm around his chest and bit and licked at his shoulder and neck, feral growls and grunts accompanying the wet slap of skin against skin. 

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leonblagden​: 

Leon’s arm shot out to grab the were’s wrist and glanced at the bracelet, examining it with faux curiosity. He squeezed the young wolf’s wrist in his grip to hold him immobile, adding, “Cute.. But I don’t buy it. You see… The slaves downstairs all have collars around their necks, pup. And even if you did belong to him, you would be in his chambers in the royal wing– not this random guest room. These rooms are too dangerous.” Leon’s hand gripped the wrist even tighter, continuing to put more and more pressure on the bones as he continued, “You might get hurt, if you’re not careful.”

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Flinching back when the man grabbed his wrist, Conall managed to stand his ground as he huffed out a breath. As the grip tightened, his face started to show signs that he was feeling the pain. “Please...” he grit out through clenched teeth, “Something’s happened, I don’t know how I got... here, please take me to the councilman, I’ll-.. I can- please, let me-... I can make it..” he couldn’t help the little whine as the vampire held him even tighter, “Please, I can do-.. I can make it worth your while, sir, please, please, just... t-take me t-... to th’councilman, please...”

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taras-koval​: 

He knew this man, well, more knew him in passing, as another slave in the castle. That was a start, at least, and he was happy to find anyone familiar in whatever the hell this all was. “Y-yea, that’s me,” he replied, perking up almost immediately when Josh was mentioned. “You know him? Have you seen him? Is he okay?” If this other man was one of Josh’s friends, then the merman would consider him a friend as well. 

Taras nodded, sighing. “Kind of stressed so it’s hard to walk. I’d much rather find some water and get the hell out of here.” He had no collar and that meant he could swim away, far away. 

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Conall sighed and nodded, “I know Josh, yeah, I dunno if he’s okay, though, I haven’t seen anyone, I wish I knew, man.. I’m really glad to see you, though.. I don’t understand what the hell’s going on. Did you see the hole in the wall over there? Looks like a friggen battle but I don’t... I didn’t hear anything...” 

Moving a little closer, he frowned at Taras’ explanation, “Middle of winter in Russia? Is there a river through town that’s not frozen over, maybe? Would you survive that?” He didn’t know much about mermen, if he were being honest. 

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noblenikolas​: 

Nikolas had been surveying the ast bits of the battle from afar. His sword was bloody and his clothes ruffled with wrinkles. But the vampire spotted a male wandering, looking confused. Perfect. Moving down he used his speed and stealth to catch the boy offguard. He put his foot out hoping to trip the boy. Nikolas just smirked. “Well well little mouse, where are you off to?”

Despite being at full strength, Conall wasn’t fast enough to prevent tripping gracelessly over the foot that suddenly appeared. He hit the ground hard with a yelp and quickly scrambled to get up, the scent of blood and vampire hitting his nose too late for advanced warning. Doing a double-take at the master’s clothes and sword, Conall was even more confused, why did he look like he was wearing really old, out-dated armour?? Was this some sort of LARP bullshit? He laughed, unable to keep the apprehension out of it, trying to calm himself and deescalate the situation, “S-sir? I’m trying to find Councilman Stormborn... have you seen him?” 

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balerionxtargaryean​: 

Benji’s hand only tightened around the others neck as he spoke. “Who the fuck is Councilman Stormborn?” The vampire asks with a growl, digging his nails into the others neck. “Are you a spy?” The dragon asks and he narrows his eyes, the boys bat-wings crawling out of his back. “We are at war.” He answers, the vampire was sure that Conall was trying to fool him.

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Conall couldn’t help the distressed noise he made when the grip around his throat was tightened and he pushed back harder against the wall as if it would help. “Ice-Iceland.. councilman for Iceland, s-sir, please...” his own grasp around the vampire’s wrist tightened as he looked at him desperately, “Not a spy, not a spy, I don’t... what w-... what...” he had a feeling that asking what war would just make the other more angry so tried to change tactics, “Please, sir, claimed, he c-claimed me, this... the bracelet is..” Conall’s blood ran cold when he realized the bracelet was gone. No proof of claim and worse, no protection spell, “F-... shite, it’s... what can I... do? I’m not-...” He was fucked.

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leonblagden​: 

“Stormborn, you say?” Leon’s lips curled into a smile. He barely knew the man– but most of the council in general pissed him off. Heinrich was one of the few he tolerated. “See– quite a handful of those guys have been calling shots… picking slaves for themselves before the rest like little trophies to celebrate with– but all those slaves have collars on their necks,” Leon explained as he strolled up to the man, reaching out with one hand that swept effortlessly across his collarbone. “If you’re telling the truth– well– then I’ll have to bring this up to the council and mention how Rune apparently doesn’t like to follow the rules and is letting you run around without a collar.” Leon pretended to muse it over for a moment, quick to add, “Death most certainly to you– to make sure the councilman knows the rules– and he’s likely to get in trouble.” Leon’s smile widened rather deviously as he turned, pivoting on a foot and circling the slave. “And if you’re lying– well.. Then you’re trespassing and it’s my duty to round you up and do as I please.” He stopped in front of the were again, looking him right in the eye as he asked, “So? What is it? The truth, or a lie?”

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It took everything in Conall’s power not to back away as the man came forward and again not to swat his hand away when he touched him. The wolf couldn’t help turning slightly to try and get the man’s hand off, however, and he let out a huff of a breath at the implications of his words. Why would Rune’s charmed up bracelet suddenly not “count” as good enough? What did he mean by picking up trophies? 

“It’s...” god, the vampire had the most self-righteously smug look on his face and Conall’s jaw worked as he maintained his composure. He had to keep face and not blacken Rune’s name, he’d agreed to that and he would stick by it, “It’s the truth, sir,” he finally managed as he held up his right wrist to show the leather bracelet there, “This is my ‘collar’, it’s enchanted with a protection spell, sir, please take me to him, I’m sure this can be sorted out quite easily.” He wasn’t sure it could be at all but if he could get to Rune, at least he’d have his master’s word to help him. 

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yipxkrovs​: 

Yip raised an eyebrow at the man’s response. His motion didn’t stop, one swift move, the blade stopped just before its edge cut into the soft skin of the werewolf’s neck. He watched the man dropped into his knees with his hands up, submitted and surrendered like he told him to.

Too easy.

Yip thought to himself. He would understand if the werewolf gave up out of fear, but for him to be the claim of Councilman Rune Stormborn? Yip decided he should remained sceptical.

“Prove it.” Yip said, “If Rune has claimed you, he would have left a mark or put a binding on you. Yet, I do not see any collar on your pretty neck.”

Conall was sure he was going to lose his head and his eyes squeezed shut as he waited for the pain or the sweet release, neither of which came. The vampire’s voice pulled his attention back and he leaned ever so slightly away from the blade as he shook his head. 

“N-no, sir, no collar... this...” he held up his right hand a little further and glanced at... nothing. It was gone, the one thing that could not only show his claim but protect him at the same time was gone. Fuck. “I.. it’s.. I had a b-... bracelet, it’s... shite, I’m not lying, I swear, sir, I don’t-.. I dunno how else t’prove.. I need to find him, please...” 

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[k so, had to sort out Conall’s mark of ownership by Rune. Bracelet, with a protection enchantment on it that is triggered only if blood is drawn. The enchantment shoots out a protective bubble around Conall that has an alternating fire and ice effect. The fire and ice are representative of Rune’s dragon side and that he’s Councilman for Iceland.]

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balerionxtargaryean​: 

Balerion locked eyes with the seemingly clueless individual, the dragon was quick to intercept him and he shoved the other against the wall rather harshly. “I’m going to give you a chance to surrender and I won’t gut you like a fish.” He replies coldly, normally the Aswang wasn’t known for his kindness but Conall looked attractive, it would be a shame to kill someone as cute as him without giving him the opportunity to surrender and beg for mercy. “Drop to your knees and beg.” He purrs and licks his lips. “and I promise that I’ll let you live.”

Conall grunted as he hit the wall, his claws growing and teeth sharpening as he snarled in surprise. Someone else he had seen around the castle but hadn’t officially met. As soon as he realized it was a master his claws and teeth retracted and he sputtered out an apology, “S-sorry, sir, you scared me... I’m not fighting.. I don’t understand? Surrender, sir? I’m...” what the fuck was going on? This felt like the damn uprising before but it was different, “Please... Councilman Stormborn is my master, I don’t know what’s going on... I’m not fighting... please, sir...” 

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taras-koval​: 

Okay, this was a small bit of hell. Taras had absolutely no idea where he was or why he was there or what the hell everyone was fighting about! Looking around, he tried to find someone, anyone, who might know what the hell was going on. As he made his way through the halls, he had to grab onto the wall to keep himself upright. In his disorientation, walking had become increasingly difficult. Damn it!

As he turned another corner, he saw someone and began waving. “Yo!” The merman called. “Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on?!”

Conall turned when he heard the voice and he went to the other man immediately when he recognized the other slave. They hadn’t spoken, maybe in passing but he knew his name and that he was a friend, “Hey...” his expression was concerned but he managed a little smile, “Was about to ask you the same thing... it’s Taras, right? You’re friends with Josh?” 

Noticing he was leaning against the wall, his concern grew, hoping he wasn’t injured, “You okay?” he asked, gesturing towards him, “You hurt?”

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leonblagden​: 

Leon had spotted the were shuffling about, watching silently from the corner of the room where he’d been taking a moment to think. As annoyed as he was at being disturbed, the young were’s situation proved far more amusing. I wonder how he got up here? And what in the world was the fuck he was referring to? “Well aren’t you quite the surprise,” Leon commented aloud, making his presence known. His eyes raked over the were’s half nude form with a bit of appreciation, his adrenaline still running his from a night spent torturing captives for intel. “Let me guess… You thought ‘maybe if I surrender willingly… They won’t immediately kill me.’ Yes?”

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“Shite!” Conall stepped back, letting out a short breath as his eyes locked on the man that he recognized. He didn’t know his name but he remembered seeing him talking to Rune before and he was pretty sure he was on the council. Whatever was going on, finding Rune was important. His relief was short lived when the vampire spoke and he tried to sort out what was happening. Had there been another attack on the castle? How the hell had he slept through that??

“Sur-... -render, sir? I’m... Councilman Rune is my master, sir,” he replied, feeling a very deep sense of unease with the whole situation, “I don’t really... was there an attack, sir? I’m not-, I didn’t fight, sir... I just want to find Councilman Stormborn.”

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raidenproulx​: 

The pup wasn’t as stupid as he looked to know Raiden’s name. Word travelled and he was well known for his fits of meaningless destruction. Of course then he started talking about how now was the past and he wasn’t sure what was wrong with the wolf, but didn’t really care either. Having ate the last three things he came across, which had been a vampire and two fighting fae, he was somewhat sated, meaning he wasn’t going to swallow the wolf whole. There was the whole desire of the council to round up slaves, but what they offered in payment wasn’t enough to entice the hybrid. Not when killing was so much more fun. 

“I happened.” Raiden said matter of fact. Unfortunately Raiden was born that big of an asshole. “And I’m about to happen to you pup.” The larger male growled closing in the the lesser in the broken room. He had no care affiliation of this wolf, knowing full well it wasn’t all or nothing with siding. There were a number of dragons on the faes side and wolves on the vampires. But the wide eyed way this one searched the room looking for a way out had all of Raiden’s attention. 

Any hope that Conall had that Raiden would be... not Raiden were obliterated in two little words. He tried to keep his fear at bay, the terror that was fast taking hold of his heart. He’d been doing so well... he’d been doing so well dealing with the shit Raiden had put him through. Aiden and Josh and Rune and everyone had helped him get over the abuse but apparently he absolutely hadn’t. He took a step back, frantically looking for a way out, for someone who could help, but there was nothing and no one. Alone, again, with a psycho and Conall realized suddenly he was going to die. There was no way he could endure the same type of shit as before, he couldn’t, not again.

“N-no...” he breathed out before taking steps back, mirroring Raiden’s movement forward, “Not again... not again... please...” he was fast losing ground to the fear and his survival instincts kicked in. It was probably stupid, unbelievably dumb, but in his panic, Conall wasn’t thinking straight and the look on Raiden’s face was the stuff of nightmares. The way he was looking at him, the laser focus fanned the panic and it became much too much. One more step towards him and Conall broke, he turned and ran, opening the closest door and lucking out that it opened to a hall and not a closet. Putting all of his effort into speed, the wolf called on ever fibre of muscle he had to get as far away from Raiden as he could.

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raidenproulx​: 

War was something Raiden loved and the fact the fae thought they stood a chance against vampires and those that sided with them was ridiculous, not that Raiden really cared one way or another. Right now, no one was paying him meaning everyone was free game. The hybrid had no loyalty to his species or any for that matter. The only reason he came back was Omyakon was his home and if shit was going down here he’d make sure he was part of it. 

Having done so he was strolling through the castle he’d wrecked a good amount of in his dragon form and striding through the halls naked without a care. A voice caught his ear and he leisurely walked towards where it was emanating eyeing the other as he was being eyed back. “What do we have here?” Raiden sniffed the air with a soft hum. “Lost little pup are we beta?” 

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Conall’s blood ran cold when he recognized the voice and he swallowed thickly as he watched Raiden scent the air. He took in a deep breath to keep himself calm but the change in Raiden’s scent struck him... no vampire? The dragon and the wolf he could recognize but there was absolutely no vampire in the other man. The war-torn castle, missing things, a master missing an entire species in himself, things were clearly, clearly not as they seemed. Was it a fucking time warp?? How was that even possible???

“R-Raiden,” Conall started cautiously, hands up to try and keep the other from attacking or... god, everything was useless but he had to try, “Something happened... time is... I don’t understand it but this is the past,” his face scrunched up hating the way it sounded and knowing it was probably falling on deaf ears anyway, “Something changed...” wait, something changed! If this was the past then he wasn’t technically a slave, maybe he could find Aiden and get them both out of there for good! He needed more information, “What happened here?” Conall only hoped that Raiden wasn’t quite as big of an asshole as he was in the future but he wasn’t holding his breath. Why did it have to be Raiden?

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yipxkrovs​: 

“What are you doing here, werewolf?” Yip perked a brow as he slowly walked out from the shadow. His expression still, but his eyes shimmered with red in the dark, gazed at the wolf dangerously. “I found it difficult to believe a fae’s hound is capable to sneak past all our defences. But no matter, we can easily remedy that.”

The Councilman of China unsheathed the Chinese long sword that was attached to his belt. The blade was thin, light but sharp. The body of its blade reflected the moonlight coldly as the vampire lifted it up and pointed it toward the werewolf.

“You can fight and face a pathetic death. Or kneel and submit. Perhaps a kinder fate will be awaiting you shall you surrender. However, I offer you no guarantee.” 

The voice startled Conall and he took a step back, hands coming up defensively as the vampire came into view. Fae’s hound? What the actual fuck was going on? “Sir, I-...” his question cut off sharpish as the man drew a god damn sword on him and he knew from the tone in his voice he wasn’t fucking around. 

“Woah... woah, woah, woah, sir, please, I’m not... I don’t understand what’s... happening, I’m not fighting, I’m..” carefully so as to not provoke the psycho into lopping off his head, Conall sunk to his knees with his hands still up, he needed to talk the guy down and find Rune, now, “I need to find Councilman Stormborn, sir, please... he’ll... I’m his claim, sir, I’m not fighting.”

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Something woke Conall up and he was instantly confused and on his guard. The bedroom was... what the hell was going on? Scenting the air he could smell a battle of some sort and as he cautiously moved in to where the living room used to be, his heart started picking up its pace. There was a huge hole, the wall blasted in towards him giving him a perfect view of the hallway outside. 

“What the... fuck?” He wanted to put some more clothes on but there was just nothing there and he was forced to foray out in just his grey sweatpants, making his way towards Aiden and Callisto’s room to try and find his brother. Little did he know he was being watched. @krovscastlestarters @krovscastleevents​​

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icelandic-rune​: 

The need in the wolf’s voice and actions was obvious, and the hybrid did indeed understand. He kissed the wolf back with equal passion, before allowing Conall to nuzzle up against him as much as he wanted.

“Shhhh…” he soothed softly, powerful arms wrapping around the other male, soft fingers playing with the beta’s hair for a moment “…I understand, my precious wolf…I know what you need…what your heat demands…you will have all night to claim your brother…but right now you need to be claimed…you need your master to claim you…”

Rune scooped the wolf up in his arms, pressing another kiss to the wolf’s lips, letting him know that the feeling was most certainly mutual. “I will spend this afternoon showing you how a true master looks after his claim…there are no rules…no restrictions for you, my handsome predator…you have free rein to touch me, to kiss me, to nuzzle against me…let your instincts run free…”

The bulky male carried Conall out of the kitchen and down the hallway of Rune’s suite to the master’s own bedroom, laying the wolf down gently on the huge bed before removing his own shirt, revealing the hairy, muscular bulk of his chest and arms, ancient tattoos of black and blue inked into the skin on his flanks.

Leaning in, Rune kissed the wolf passionately.

With a deep whine, Conall stilled a little as Rune shushed him, unable to stop nuzzling against his master completely but it was much less desperate now that he knew that Rune understood him. He wasn’t expecting to be picked up but as soon as he was in the vampire’s arms, he clamoured to get closer, wrapping his arms around Rune’s shoulders and neck to pull himself in, deepening the kiss.

More permission to give in to his instincts and Conall let out a happy rumbling purr as he nuzzled against Rune’s neck. He didn’t want to let go when he was set down but reluctantly did so as he wiped at his forehead and his breath caught in his throat when he finally got to see Rune’s body unclothed. Tunnel vision kicked in, the wolf couldn’t stop staring and he pushed forward to meet the vampire’s kiss, hands coming up to give himself some balance and for leverage to move closer. 

Breaking the kiss, Conall nosed along Rune’s jaw, one hand cupped around his neck while the other trailed lightly over the ridges and valleys of his muscular back. He pressed wet kisses along the man’s neck, nostrils flaring to take in more of his master’s scent as he moved down to nibble on his collarbone gently. The hand at Rune’s back slid lower, fingers dipping under the waist of his trousers and curling into the well-muscled flank.