The Fallen Femme Fatale

I…how did you manage it? The disguise, sneaking past the guards, immersing yourself in the ball without anyone recognizing you? I hardly know you myself, otherwise I surely would’ve been able to pick you out among a crowd with little to no difficulty.

…You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t kill me. What do you want from me?

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I have a remarkable talent for blending in, and I've done it before. As safe as the castle seems to be, on occasions where the entirety of the kingdom is invited it is easy to be overlooked. After all, it is not unusual for guests to show up in masks, and it is practically required that our essence be hidden by something stronger. Of course only the Valentinas would be so careless during times of war. It's frightfully easy, my dear

As for my disguise, you are not the only one to be making friends as of late.

Am I really the type to bluff? The angels made that assumption and I razed a village to the ground. But by all means, try me. I've come to see if you've made up your mind on the matter we had discussed earlier- about keeping tabs on the royal family for us. Have you grown tired of Sansoria yet?

Exactly…my word, you really seem to understand it all; I take it you must be some sort of nobility yourself, then? I know that I’m the only visiting prince, but…are you the son of a nobleman, maybe? A lady in waiting, perhaps? You certainly have the air of someone who has grown up in the castle; or at least within the realm of power. New…I wouldn’t say that, exactly, though they are newer than most. Certainly newer than my kingdom, at the very least. I couldn’t agree more about connections; it means so much in a time where the wrong word or name could get your neck sliced open.

…The market? I can’t remember if you…you’re her. You’re that dark one, aren’t you?

#convo #adrianncarmichael #tfkevent

Me? Oh no, I'm not of the same rank as nobility, but I have more than enough experience in their circles. After all, they are a very needy group who require that specific services be made available. Many of their requests just happen to coincide with my own interests, but I am owned by no one. Power, on the other hand, I am intimately involved with. Yes, newer, but certainly not better in it's current state.

I must agree, your prince. I trust you've made those proper connections? I hear that neck slicing is a blessing in comparison to what a few of the less savory groups would do, should they get angry.

Congratulations, Prince Adrian; I knew you would remember eventually. I did say I would come and find you at some point, didn't I? And don't bother trying to alert anyone- I could snap your neck and escape before you would even have a chance to open that mouth of yours.

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Menage à Quatre || Gabriel, Sophia, Celine & Andrei

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Andrei had seriously debated not going along to this ball. He had been worried, telling Ludo to stay in his cave and actually trusting the young vampire to listen. He wanted to trust him, but from the beginning the young vampire had seemed mouthy, and extremely rude as well. Andrei would have to change that, and fast. There were only so many profanities that he could put up with.

But the vampire was glad he had come, he thought to himself as he pressed against Celine’s body tightly. She had been a radiant sight to his eyes. Sure, there were many pretty boys and girls at this ball, dressed up to varying degrees. He spotted a few making eyes at him, and could not help batting his eyelashes in return, but made no further advancements. Another night, maybe he would, but he had no need to now. The Fallen angel besides him provided more than enough interest.

She looked a little different, and he could not scent her as well as he was used to being able to. It made the vampire growl a little, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck. “I know you are fond of this perfume, draga mea, and that you need to keep your scent hidden if you want to stay at this ball… but I find I rather dislike not being able to smell your sweet scent,” he gave a playful little bite to the skin before following the Fallen angel through the door. She had been quite the sight when he had first laid eyes on her, and they had not had a chance to be so intimate in a while. He was looking forward to it.

Then Andrei, like Celine, spotted the couple on the bed, and when he saw who it was exactly his first instinct was to close his eyes and turn away. Not that he had a problem - but because it was Gabriel, who Andrei knew was not exactly into pursing other men. Not that Andrei had particularly cared, since it meant their interests rarely crossed paths, they usually hunted in different circles after different sorts of characters, so to speak. But to see the other vampire spread out like that, it made him almost want to turn away just to preserve Gabriel’s modesty. What a ridiculous thought.

“Well, this is a surprise, Gabriel. Is this the pretty nymph you’ve been hiding from me, hmm?” Andrei threw a lazy smile towards the pretty blonde nymph as he stepped up behind Celine, nodding to the girl. He had met her before, he was sure, though of course not in such a compromising position. A shame, really, she seemed like such an eager young thing. “It seems they’ve both been holding out on us, draga mea. What a shame, but we can make up for lost time, I’m sure,” he bought his hands up to help Celine undo the clasps of her dress, careful with the fabric before letting it drop to the ground, smoothing a palm up to caress the curve of her breast.

He did spare one look towards the other man in the room however, an understanding look in his eyes. “I would understand, of course, if there were certain aspects of this arrangement you would like to discuss first,” he was letting Gabriel have the next say in this, they didn’t have to cross paths at all, really, the two women were more than enough to keep the men occupied. Andrei wanted to be sure that this would not ruin their friendship - as silly as it was in a situation like this, Gabriel was really the only friend he had.

(… on the other had he really did want to put his hands all over the Frenchman’s body.)

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Finally: a bit of peace and quiet with the one person who had grown to mean dangerously too much to him. Gabriel, tyically so cold and callous, couldn’t help but feel himself heat up from the inside out at the prospect of being intimate with her. He hadn’t shared his…relationship of sorts with Sophia with anyone else; Andrei knew that there was a nymph who captivated him, but that was pretty much the extent of it. In a sense, Gabriel was afraid to reveal what it was the two shared; almost as if he feared it would be extinguished if made visible to the public eye. It wasn’t so much that he feared that Sophia would shrink away if they were caught tangled up in one another’s embrace (hardly; the nymph was only all too eager to spread her legs for Gabriel whenever they came into contact with one another) as it was he feared what people would do if they saw the two together. While a vampire and a nymph mingling with one another certainly wasn’t the most scandalous relationship in all of Sansoria, Gabriel sorely doubted it would be looked upon favorably by many in the Fey Court…especially since their species was still considered neutral in this hellacious war.

So they hid. They hid and fucked whenever they could manage to in their meadow. He took her in a dozen different positions, and she consented all too eagerly. And while their meadow—their meadow—was beautiful and serene and something he would always love to share with his wanton creature of the night, Gabriel couldn’t deny that he was practically salivating at the thought of taking her in a bed. A real, warm, soft bed that could be entirely theirs for the evening (or until they were caught by one of the bumbling human guards no doubt roaming the castle for protection purposes this evening). Sophia was every bit as eager to get things started up as he was; she gave him little to no trouble in removing her clothing, and there was no hesitation in her whatsoever as she crawled into Gabriel’s lap, bare from head to toe and already dripping wet with arousal. She was an eager little thing, his Sophia Wren was, and it was in everything she did and said this evening. He allowed her to press him down into the mattress, giving low and throaty moans in response to her feverish licks and kisses. With her ass in the air and on display, she looked every bit the sultry picture of perfection he’d painted her as in his mind for months now. She was…stunning. In every single way.

"You shall have me all evening, mon cherie, that I can promise you," he croaked, his voice low and throaty as Sophia kissed every available inch of his bare form. He was so wrapped up in his little bird and everything she planned on doing to him this evening that he initially missed anyone walking in the door. But then, like clockwork, Gabriel’s enhanced senses kicked in, and he glanced over Sophia’s shoulder just in time to see Celine and Andrei of all people saunter into the room. He listened as Celine addressed Sophia, noting immediately that the two women had known each other…and intimately, from the sound of it. He then directed his attention towards Andrei, who seemed to be pointedly ignoring Gabriel’s gaze, and nodded slowly when his friend asked if this was the woman he’d been keeping in hiding.

"…This is my—this is her, yes," he answered slowly, and was then made aware of the fact that Celine was attempting to undress. It was bold of her, no doubt, but Gabriel had known Celine for far long enough to understand that the Fallen Angel did what she wanted when she wanted, with absolutely no concern for whether or not people would disapprove of her actions. She was a ballsy woman, to be sure, and it was accentuated in the way she began removing her dress and making her presence known in the room. Anyone else might have fled the moment they walked in on an occupied couple. Celine, though? She’d marched inside, Andrei in tow, hellbent on receiving some sort of sexual compensation. And Gabriel and Sophia would give it to them.

Andrei was cupping Celine’s breast now, and there was something tender in the way he touched the Fallen Angel leader that sparked a bit of an epiphany in Gabriel. It would appear that…that Celine meant to Andrei what Sophiameant to Gabriel. It was strange, in a sense, to compare it like that, but it also helped to solidify that no one would be harmed this evening. So, when Andrei spoke and gave Gabriel the reins, the dominant Frenchman eagerly took them. He moved up into a sitting position, kissing Sophia’s lips and running a hand through her curls.

"You know how much I loathe sharing you, mon cherie, but for the evening…it could be fun," he murmured, and then, standing slowly and baring himself before their two guests in the room, he pulled Sophia to his side and glanced back and forth between Celine and Andrei and stating—

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

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They had only just arrived in one of the castle’s many unoccupied rooms, and already Sophia had been stripped bare and was well on her way to pleasing her master’s thick and throbbing cock with her wet, willing, and eager little mouth. Truth be told, she oftentimes loved giving even more than she did receiving, especially when it came to sucking cock. She didn’t care if it made her wanton or a slut, because there was absolutely nothing else in the world that even compared to the sensation of deep-throating a man until he was thrusting his hips against her face and yanking onto her hair as if his pleasure was the only thing that mattered. The same could be said for woman, too…Sophia loved being on her knees for both genders, and she’d gladly devote hours to licking cunt or sucking cock until her lips were raw and swollen and her tongue was sore and aching. Now, though, she was solely focused on giving her vampire master the best head he had ever experienced, and as per usual, his reactions didn’t disappoint in the slightest. He grunted and hissed as she dutifully kissed and licked her way down the length of his body, and Sophia’s wings tittered eagerly in response. She loved knowing that she could please him like this…she loved knowing that, right now, she was the only thing on his mind.

So caught up in what she was doing, Sophia didn’t even hear the door they had failed to lock open wide. What she did hear, however, was the sound of a very familiar voice, one that was akin to the low purr of a wild jungle-cat—low, sensuous, and utterly seductive, Sophia would have recognized that wicked drawl anywhere. Immediately, the young nymph’s eyes opened wide, and her flushed lips parted in shock as she tilted her head over her shoulder to glimpse upon her and Gabriel’s new-found intruders. There, standing at the foot of the room, was Celine, as well as a man that Sophia knew by name and name only…Andrei, perhaps? They made a beautiful, striking pair, both just as darkly captivating as the other, and Sophia’s wings and heartbeat began to flutter as she watched her mistress—her mistress—begin to fiddle with the back of her elegant red gown. Oh God, it had been far too long, and…and if Gabriel were to give her permission, then she would gladly crawl on her hands and knees towards her mistress and show her just how desperately she had missed her. As it was, she was Gabriel’s pet tonight, and so she followed his commands first and foremost. Even still, however, that didn’t stop her gaze from wandering all the way up Celine’s curvy figure and then over to Andrei’s…the vampire was undeniably sultry in appearance, and through the crotch of his trousers, Sophia found herself wondering just how big his cock was, and…how it would taste in her mouth.

If Sophia had thought for even an instant that Celine and her lover would flee the room after finding it occupied, she was proven wrong the moment her mistress stepped towards the bed and dragged her slim and nimble fingers along the length of Sophia’s delicate spine. Immediately, the nymph gasped and trembled, and her wings shook as her back arched wantonly. Oh…even after all this time, she was still an insatiable little slut when it came to the fallen angel. Suddenly all too aware of the fact that she and Gabriel were being propositioned by the seductive pair standing before them, Sophia watched, wide-eyed and far too aroused to bear, as Andrei helped Celine out of her dress, baring her lush, voluptuous figure to the gaze of both Sophia and her vampire lover. Andrei’s hand sought out the full curve of one pert breast, and the nymph’s mouth watered at the sight. She had worshiped those exact same breasts, once upon a time, had put her lips and tongue all over them without shame, and even now, she wanted nothing more than to do just that for the first time in months. But faithfully she remained right where she was, waiting eagerly for Gabriel to consent to the clear question the were being asked: if they wouldn’t mind sharing their bed for the evening. Sophia wasn’t at all opposed, of course—she was a nymph, and so threesomes and moresomes were something that she was very familiar with, but…still. She would need her king’s permission before she moved so much as an inch.

As he always did, Gabriel displayed his dominance in a matter of moments. He brought her to her feet, and then claimed her lips in a passionate kiss before explaining that…while he wasn’t usually a fan of sharing, he would make an exception just for tonight. Immediately, Sophia’s heart leaped within the confines of her chest, and she eagerly caught his lips in yet another desperate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle deliciously with his. “Just know that I am still at your beck and call, mon roi…any order that you wish to give me will be followed with the utmost obedience, and I promise that I won’t ever forget just whom it is that I belong to,” she murmured to him softly, her delicate fingers dusting along his broad and angular shoulders as she shared one last moment of intimacy with him before turning back around to face both Andrei and Celine. Gabriel had given her the go ahead, and now, Sophia wanted nothing more than to act. Gracefully, the nubile young nymph fell to her knees, and she began to crawl towards her mistress, pert ass high in the air and her seductive gaze refusing to stray away from the sight of Celine—magnificent, magnificent Celine. “Mistress…I’ve missed you,” she purred once she was before her, sliding her hands up along the other woman’s bare and creamy thighs and tilting her head to nuzzle the silky skin of her cheek up against her leg. “It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you last…since I’ve felt you last…”

Hoping that her king was enjoying the show she was putting on for him, Sophia kissed her way up along the length of Celine’s sumptuous body, pausing at her breasts so that she could lick and kiss at Andrei’s fingers like an eager kitten, her curious gaze flickering upwards to meet his all the while. As far as official introductions went…this was certainly an unconventional one. “You’ll find that I’m very submissive, sir, and willing to do absolutely anything that’s demanded of me,” she murmured in a sultry little voice as her eyes met his over the sensual curve of Celine’s shoulder. Sophia’s mouth, hot and eager, sought out the fallen’s other breast, and she suckled at her rosy nipple until it perked beneath the heat of her lips and tongue. “But you’ll have to forgive me, because I…mmm…first, I need to show my mistress just how badly I’ve missed her.” With hot and open-mouthed kisses, Sophia worked her way up along the elegant line of Celine’s neck, until finally, finally she was able to claim her lips for the first time in months. With a needy mewl, she slanted her mouth across the fallen angel’s, parting her lips eagerly and pleading with the elder woman to welcome her tongue inside of her warm and wet cavern of a mouth. She let out a breathy little moan, sliding her tongue past Celine’s lips and kissing her obscenely, eyes fluttered shut and wings tittering behind her.

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The fabric of Celine's dress pooled at her feet as Andrei assisted her out of her garment without the slightest hesitation, leaving her exposed to the other occupants in the room. She could not help but to let out a breathy moan as one of the vampire's hands roamed up her naked flesh, her breasts swelling against his touch. "Mmm...I'm sure we can think of a few ways to compensate for the delay, don't you think?" She purred, pressing her bare self against Andrei's without an ounce of shame in the action. Even if he was still clothed (an atrocity which Celine would need to correct if he didn't start shedding them soon), she could feel every part of his steely body distinctly and she delighted in how it felt.

The dark angel craned her head up, claiming his lips with an unsatiated hunger and affection. But only for a moment, pulling away as her new audience came to mind. "You'll have to forgive me, my love, if my attentions stray for a bit. It won't be for long." It was the closest she got to asking his permission about this new affair, despite the fact that she had long since set her mind to it. She might have wanted to reintroduce herself to the nymph's body, as well as to learn Gabriel's, but it was the feeling of Andrei buried deep inside her that she would look forward to the most. Variety was the spice of life, as she was sure her lover understood just as well as herself. However, at the end of the day he was and would still be her favorite. She wanted him to understand that.

Her glance briefly flickered towards the other vampire in the room, Gabriel. He was the greatest curiosity for her, namely because it seemed their like-mindedness extended beyond their normal banter, especially when it came to a certain nymph. At his mention of waiting about, she smirked. "Certainly not for you if all you're going to do is talk." She quipped, not even bothering to hide the fact that she had been very interested in testing out what the frenchman had to offer. He hadn't been of particular interest to her before she had come across him in such a tantalizing position, but his domineering attitude changed her mind quickly enough. After all, it wasn't every day that she came across another dominant like herself in such a context. If he had charmed Sophia so thoroughly, then he was sure to be a formidable opponent in that regard.

Of course, she planned to show him that she was the better of the two at some point. Obviously.

Speaking of Sophia, the nymph had turned to her as soon as her lover had given his consent and Celine was reminded immediately of the allure the delicate creature held. Watching her crawl brought back fine memories of their past trysts, of having her sprawled across her bed while keening with the need to touch her mistress. Oh, the nymph had been an exceptional pet during her stay and she suspected that their latest meeting would be just as depraved, if not more. "And I've missed you, my dear. Particularly this image of you on your hands and knees, begging with that delightful voice of yours." The Fallen smiled at Sophia with the same look as a predator watched its prey; with perverse glee. "Circumstances are cruel to have kept us apart all those months, although you too, seem to have found alternative means of comfort."

She licked her lips, very much desiring to taste the nymph once more, yet enjoying the spectacle she was putting on for the others. The Fallen didn't mind so much that it was most likely for Gabriel, considering she was at the receiving end of Sophia's amorous and intense ministrations. Her breath hitched as the languid kisses reached her breast, the sensitive tissue throbbing with her rising arousal, and she delighted as her pet finally made it to her mouth. Their first kiss in ages was searing, and the dark angel swiftly took control. Her lips parted easily as they explored one another, once more registering the essence that was distinctly Sophia and a little something more, which she assumed to be Gabriel. Her hands found themselves once more familiarizing themselves with the nymph's body, caressing and touching without abandon. Even after so much time passed, she was still as soft and pliant as ever.

And judging from the heat pooling between her thighs, she still very much desired her.

As the need for air became a greater necessity, she pulled away with a gasp. "I don't think you've shown me nearly enough." Celine grinned at the nymph wickedly, teasing one of the already rigid nipples of the younger woman between her fingers while the other hand rested on the curve of her ass. She parted the nymph's legs with one of her own, brushing her thigh against her dampness as she drew her closer. "I'm afraid you'll have to do it again." The Fallen murmured, tracing the shell of the girl's ear with her tongue as she nipped and kissed at the graceful slope of her neck and collarbone playfully.

It’s good to see that someone around here seems to get it; you have no idea how many times I’ve run into fools who can’t seem to comprehend that, with my status being so high above their own, so are my needs. Friends…I’ve stumbled across a few, if you can manage to call them that.

We’ve met? Pray tell, what’s your identity, then? You look vaguely familiar, but…I can’t quite place a name to your features.

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Really, the nerve of some people to think that royalty should be treated in the same manner as commoners. I would think it would be common sense that the ones closest to the crown have the most needs. However, this monarchy is a new one- the people haven't quite gotten it into their heads that some are more important than others. Is that so? Well, having acquaintances is still important. Status might be difficult to enforce, but connections are everything.

Still can't recall? That's a shame- I thought I had left such a strong impression in the marketplace.

Oh good, the drinks are here. Care for one, your highness?

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Menage a Quatre || Gabriel, Sophia, Celine & Andrei

Gabriel Beaumont hated absolutely everything about Sansoria’s castle; he hated the way that he mentally compared it to Versailles, he hated the way it smelled so strongly of humans, he hated the fact that it reminded him so constantly of a world in which he would never belong or be treated with proper equality and be given proper representation. Gabriel loathed the Sansorian castle almost as much as he loathed the land in itself, and that was really saying something. However, despite Gabriel’s contempt for a land that had always—and would always, it seemed—treat him as though he were lesser value than a human or a werewolf, the Sansorian royal castle certainly seemed to come in handy in a situation or two. Namely, for sneaking off with a certain blonde nymph and spending the evening rolling around with her and forgetting his name in the process. That the castle was absolutely perfect for.

Gabriel and his little nymph had been together for the past few months or so; ever since he’d stumbled across her bathing in that quaint little clearing, the brooding vampire hadn’t quite been able to get enough of the sultry blonde. She captivated him in every single way imaginable; when he was with her, he ceased to think about the rest of the world around him. When he was without her, he was unable to fill his thoughts with anything but her—the sound of her voice, the velvety touch of her skin, the soft curves and contours of her dainty little figure…in many ways, she was the first (and only) woman to ever capture Gabriel’s attention in any way whatsoever. She was beautiful, kind, compassionate, and one hell of a lover in bed. Weeks and months spent telling himself that his ever-growing attachment to her was founded entirely on how well and eagerly she seemed to take cock was proving to be fruitless; no matter what he did, Gabriel couldn’t quite shake the sensation of Sophia Wren from his frame. It was taboo and forbidden for a creature who had sworn off women and love hundreds of years before her birth, but…it was also inevitable. Gabriel Beaumont was drawn to the obedient nymph like a moth to a flame, and if he allowed his obsession to carry on for much longer, he was certain it would consume him.

It would consume them both, actually.

It was this lust and desire that had led them both to one of the vacant guest quarters in the Valentina castle; having chosen to attned the Mistletoe ball for different reasons, Gabriel and Sophia had inevitably gravitated towards one another. Deciding to use the scant amount of time they were provided with efficiently, Gabriel had taken his dainty, fluttering lover by the small palm of her hand and had led her to a long deserted room. It was the first time since he’d started seeing her that the pair had been given proper quarters to fuck in, and Gabriel was certain he’d take advantage of that. Not long after entering their temporary chambers for the evening, Gabriel had shred both her clothes and his own, allowing the fabric to crinkle and collect on the floor at their feet. So wrapped up in his want for the nymph, Gabriel had paid no mind to locking the door behind them. Currently, he was tangled up in her embrace, clutching his nymph’s face and kissing her desperately as he lowered them both down onto the bed.

Finally, a real bed to fuck his cherie in.

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The exact moment that Sophia had arrived at Valentina castle, she had been looking for one of two people: Gabriel Beaumont or Adonis Peablossom. Both men were on the forefront of her mind as of late, and she would loved more than anything to spend the night with either one of them. She was carrying on a rather indecent relationship with both men, but…well…there wasn’t really any harm to it, was there? She rarely ever saw Adonis, and when she did, it was in the hush of twilight or the lull of early morning, never out in the open where anyone could see them. He was still firmly beneath his sister’s thumb, and because of that…there was no moving forward with their relationship. And Gabriel…the centuries-old vampire was dark, twisted, and more passionate than Sophia had prepared for, and every second that she spent with him was an absolute whirlwind. They saw one another as often as they could, and each and every morning, afternoon, or evening that they spent together left the young nymph craving more. He drove her positively wild, and so when she found him lurking about in the shadows at the royal bar, clad in an elegant suit that brought to light just how deliciously lithe and muscular he was and highlighted his sinister features, Sophia hadn’t been able to help herself. In less than an instant, she had made a beeline towards him, and she hadn’t even bothered to hide the fact that she wanted him. Just like that, she was all over him, rubbing up against him like a feral kitten or a bitch in heat and all but pleading with him on the dance floor to take her somewhere private and just fuck her.

Now, he had led her by the hand into one of the numerous unoccupied rooms that the castle had to offer. It was lush, lavish, and clearly the haven of a man or a woman with a great deal of money to spare, and Sophia was thrilled at the prospect of finally having a bed for her and her king to roll around in. Gabriel, never one to waste so much as a single moment, hadn’t even bothered to lock the door before he was storming towards her, tearing her backless red gown off of her delicate frame along with her skimpy undergarments until she was bare to the world. Her wings fluttered with anticipation as he began to undress himself in kind, and she couldn’t even begin to hide the way her eyes, wide and tittering with excitement, roved up and down his lean frame, taking in the sharply-defined contours and angles that made up the length of his exquisite body. Oh, her master was a God in comparison to mortal men, and Sophia knew for certain that she’d never be able to get enough of him. Already, the heat between her thighs was wet and glistening with the proof of her arousal, the sticky slit of her cunt swollen up pink and flushed due to her insatiable need for Gabriel’s thick and throbbing cock.

Thankfully, Gabriel seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as she was. Without pretense, he was coming at her like a hurricane, sweeping her up in his arms and grabbing roughly at her face as his lips sought out her own like a starving man to a banquet. Instantly, Sophia was letting out a startled little gasp and welcoming him eagerly into her mouth, parting her lips and moaning wantonly as his hot tongue dominated hers with ease. “Oh, mon roi…” she panted breathlessly, the pitter-patter of her fluttering wings up against the delicate expanse of her back just as rapid and loud as the beat of her pounding heart. Gabriel was bringing them towards the bed then, and Sophia followed him like the obedient little pet she was. Gingerly, and with the utmost respect for her master, she pushed him onto the edge of the bed, urging him to sit so that she could crawl into his lip. All long legs and creamy skin, she parted her thighs on either side of his hips and straddled him intimately, tossing her head back so that her marigold curls cascaded down the soft curves of her shoulders. She continued to kiss him desperately, until suddenly she was pushing him down yet again so that he was flat on his back and she was on top of him, the swell of her pert ass high in the air and the pink and glistening slit of her pussy on full display, sweet and sticky juices dripping down her thighs and glimmering underneath the dim lights.

"I want you…I need you, Gabriel, please,” she keened in a needy little whine, her graceful hands roaming all over his shoulders and down his chest as she kissed him over and over again until her lips were raw, red, and swollen. Seductively, she circled her hips from side to side, on all fours on top of her vampire lover so that the full curve of her ass was high up in the air for anyone to see. Deliriously, her eyes fluttered shut, and she began to kiss down the length of her master’s body, all along his chest and his toned abdomen in a direction that was all too clear. “Mmm…want to taste you, mon roi, please…” she purred, glancing up at him from beneath half-lidded eyes as she made her way closer and closer towards her destination: his beautiful cock that was already rock hard, throbbing, and jutting up proudly from between his thighs. “I’ve been thinking about your come for days…”

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Celine could not believe her luck; that she could sneak not once, but twice into Valentina castle without so much as a suspicious sniff from the royal guards. She could prowl about as she pleased while turning heads not out of fear, but desire; the glamor she had bought was worth the price just for that alone. It had been fun to make fools out of the kingdom's people, and she was not alone in that sentiment, given the number of her own who mingled about with masks and hidden wings. That had all fallen to the wayside, however, when she locked eyes with one deliciously seductive vampire with nothing to hide.

Andrei Dalca was perhaps one of a handful of people who could tell who she was from a single, appreciative glance, even if she looked almost nothing like herself. Having him catch her in the middle of the ball brought back some fond memories of their first encounter, filled with scandalous promises of a sex-filled night in the heart of enemy territory. It had been near the end of the evening that time, and they had been regrettably forced to part ways temporarily. Yet to see him again under such similar circumstances brought those whispers to the forefront of her mind. Judging from the way he was already undressing her with his eyes, she was sure he wouldn't object if they slipped away for a few hours.

Just the thought of the sort of things she was going to do to Andrei the moment she had the chance already had her soaked and wanting.

They had hardly left the ballroom and away from the bulk of the guests before Celine lost her patience and pounced. It had been too long, between her getting injured and him being busy with... whatever he was that he was dealing with lately. No, she was going to get well and thoroughly fucked by him tonight, or so help her she would murder someone before she left the building. She opened the first door in reach, hardly taking notice of the voices inside.

However, that certainly changed as soon as her eyes locked onto the figures on the bed.

Celine froze, transfixed at the scene in front of her. Gabriel Beaumont, one of the few she called a friend, was lying on his back while Sophia Wren of all people was a hairbreadth's away from sucking his cock. They were so enraptured in each other that she wasn't even sure if they noticed their new audience. Her eyes trailed along the nymph's body, along the curve of her ass until they fell onto her glistening pussy, and she could feel her mouth water. It had been even longer since she had tasted her pet, and to see her being used in such a way by a man she was familiar with was a sight in itself. However, the idea of joining with the couple, to once more become familiar with the wanton's nymph's body as well as Gabriel's sent delightful shivers down her spine. And with Andrei in the mix as well (she very much hoped he was just as eager as she was), it would prove to be an incredibly interesting night.

"So this is the man whose kept you warm during the winter, isn't it Sophia?" The Fallen spoke up, alerting the couple to the fact that they were performing for an audience. She approached the bed and reached out, fingers tracing down along the nymph's spine. "Oh, I approve highly of this. Is monsieur perhaps willing to share?" She grinned wolfishly, fully registering Gabriel's physique with an appreciative look. As much as she loved watching the both of them have at it, Celine wasn't in the mood for being a bystander. Since it seemed as though a stroke of luck had brought the four of them together, it would be a waste not to make use of this.

"Andrei, love, it looks like it'll be an early Christmas. If they wouldn't mind us joining in, of course." From the look on her face, and the fact that she had already started to undo the clasps at the back of her dress, it was clear that she wouldn't be giving anyone a chance to sway her otherwise.

Doesn’t it, though? Only the best for me; I demand it after everything I’ve been put through. A bit of trouble, yes, though a few people have been…comforting, in their own unique ways. Pardon, but uh…have we met before?

#convo #adrianncarmichael #SHE WILL EAT HIM A L I V E

I wouldn't expect anything less for a prince, and you've been put through so much discourtesy, I'm sure. The finest luxuries are the least we should offer. It is so reassuring that at least a few members of our kingdom have managed to please you. Perhaps you have made some new friends?

Oh, we certainly have, your grace. It was only in passing, but you aren't someone that I would forget so easily.

As for me, I may have changed a little, but haven't we all?

"Well, it's not the worst thing they could have decided to do."

"I think you just described the Annual Inter-Coven Spring Luncheon."

"Somehow, I can’t quite believe that you weren’t one of the favored few."

She seemed amused by him, which was always a relief. An amused Celine was playful and less likely to try to kill him. The first time he set foot in the caves—under the premise of asking for his favor, but actually to check up on his patient and collect more rock formations—she had be irritable and snappish from resting up, waiting to heal. Other times, she would be playful, and Bastian would feel like a mouse in the claws of a very dangerous cat.

"Oh come now. You’ve been starting to enjoy my visits and my "magical junk," admit it. Oh Celia, I’ve just been so busy with my projects. And then you give me little things to do around your home, and the payments for that are just so generous. I feel like I have to be extra-careful about what I ask for."

#convo #bastian-egilhard #Are you sure Lydia #ARE YOU SURE

"Well, I guess we all have our awkward family reunions. Who would have guessed?"

Celine cackled at that; Bastian had been more on-point about that than he knew. "I might have been, but at least I had a sense of humour. That's more than you could say about the rest of them. A dead fish would have had more personality."

She had been unsure what to make of his constant badgering while she had been injured, and she had threatened at least half a dozen times to char him if he tried anything funny. Yet the warlock kept visiting nonetheless, with not a single request to fulfill her debt to him. Celine certainly hadn't forgotten about it, but she was slowly learning how fruitless an effort it was to wrangle a reply about it.

She shrugged nonchalantly in response to his comment. "Well forgive me for being curious. I'd like to be aware if you're going to summon some creature from Hell in the middle of my living room, you know. How am I supposed to tell the difference?" It really was suspicious, why Bastian would go about making spells and potions in her abode of all places. Surely his apothecary was better suited for such a thing? However, like many aspects of the warlock, she was starting to get used to it.

Bastian was relatively harmless anyway, so she could let it slide for a while longer. Besides, it was fun to bother him while he worked.

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Come early morning || Celine&Andrei

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Andrei let out a soft laugh and kissed her back gently, their mouthes moving lazily against each other. “I missed, hmm?” he spoke as a pulled away, a smile still playing on his lips. “Then I might just miss again, you’ll have to forgive me,” and with that he began to pepper kisses back down past the corner of her mouth, behind her ear and back to her neck before he let out another laugh and pulled away. This was what he craved, without knowing why, and it settled something within him, something difficult to explain. Having Celine here, safe in his arms, gave him a feeling he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time, and he wanted to feel it again. Despite telling him to leave initially, Andrei had still stayed with the Fallen angel, and he was glad he had.

“Good morning, draga mea,” he smiled down at her, oddly liking the way she was not so careful with him this morning. So put together and careful with her words, right now she looked absolutely striking just lying there, looking up at him with pleased eyes. Their legs entwined together, and Andrei liked the warmth they shared between them. He ran his fingers through her blonde locks, curling the strands between his digits and humming a little.

At her remark about waking up early, Andrei shook his head. “I was a farmer when I was human, as were my parents and their parents before me. Waking up early is in my blood,” he shrugged, all in good humour. Though private about his life in general, he had no problem sharing these little facts with Celine, since her knowledge of them would not affect his life drastically anyway, or her view of him. He’d done worst things than milk a cow. “Of course, sometimes my particular taste in certain indulgences makes that difficult, but the body is a cruel thing when it wants to be, and it seems that almost 30 years of waking before the sun can not be changed by 500,” he sighed, though really he didn’t mind. He felt safe, waking when the sun rose or before.

#come early morning #gif para #wow I didn't think ANY gifs existed of that #Sebastian stan almost never kisses girls #eheheh

Celine giggled at the vampire's antics, his kisses ticklish and light. He always did something along the same lines when they were together, but this was different somehow. Normally it was full of passion and of a craving that both of them needed fulfilling, and it felt as though they would consume each other through it. But this on the other hand was warm, playful, affectionate and in an odd way, more intimate than usual. Andrei was softer than she was used to seeing and it was easy to think that he really did enjoy her presence as much as she loved his.

Hearing these small tidbits about Andrei's life was nice; like she was getting a glimpse at who he was in a different life. "That's funny, I could see you as a farmer." Celine studied his face, which was unguarded by the aloofness that he normally carried. It wasn't an unpleasant thought to think that he was once a farm hand, as contradictory to his current character as it might have been. He probably had a modest home on his ancestors' grounds, somewhere long before the gendeur of cities was heard of. Those sorts of small details were the ones she was interested in the most. "Did you raise animals? Crops?"

She rested her head oh his chest, letting out a sigh of contentment. This was what she needed, just a short breather away from the chaos in their lives. "Old habits do die hard, don't they? I liked that time of day, the early morning around dawn. I used to watch it all the time." Celine murmured, closing her eyes as she thought of her old home and a time that hadn't been so complicated. "It was like everyone got a fresh start every morning, you know?" She didn't know why she had thought to share it, or why thinking back hadn't given her the usual heartache. It was just a comforting thought that she had shared something more with the vampire, aside from her bed.

I demand lots of booze, lots of dancing, and a night where I can forget about how disgusting this country has otherwise proven to be.

#convo #tfkevent #adrianncarmichael #because it's been a while since she's messed with him

Now that sounds like a charming time. Still having trouble adjusting to our war-torn kindgom, your highness? I'll have them fetch the drinks post-haste.

Event #4: Under the Mistletoe - Celine Dahl

Sidenotes:

Since Celine is a little too well-known by this point, she decided to undergo an additional glamour commissioned by a rather talented warlock. Her hair has taken on a dark chestnut colour, and the sharpness in her facial features were smoothed out to look more human. Her dark blue eyes have lightened in colour and her voice is a few pitches higher than it is normally, light and melodious.

As an additional measure (mainly against the werewolves who know her too well) , Celine also traded half of a rare unicorn horn for a perfume strong enough to hide her scent.

The rest of her outfit came from the spoils of previous battles, save for the dress which she had lying around for such undercover missions.

#tfkevent #event 4 #wardrobe

"Well, it's not the worst thing they could have decided to do."

"Ah yes. You must tell me about those feasts. I imagine they were—how should we say it—heavenly?"

He took her hand in his and looped it under his arm, leading her across the room,

"Celia dear, I’m surprised at you. After our last session sitting in your living room, regaling each other with tales from our childhood, you still didn’t consider that loose enough?"

He eyed the illusion and coughed lightly to hide the admiration of the work. It was flawless. Really, only someone with a trained eye like a shape-shifter (or himself) would have been able to see Celine under the spell.

"I would say hellish, ironically, and highly uncomfortable. You know of that one person in a family who for some reason could never be pleased? Those were Father's favourites, and they took up half the table. You can imagine what it was like sitting beside them."

The Fallen raised an eyebrow at the alias he had given her, entertained by it but playing along accordingly. She couldn't help but chuckle at him for the half-truths that easily left his mouth. That was very much like the warlock, as she was starting to discover. "Considering I spent the most time talking, that's not quite fair to say. Even so, I think sharing childhood stories is a minimum considering how often you visit."

"Speaking of which, have you even thought about what my payment to you should be at all? I've started to wonder if I should set aside one of the guest rooms for all of the magical junk you leave behind."

#convo #bastian-egilhard

"Well, it's not the worst thing they could have decided to do."

"There could have been people knocking on doors gift baskets and notes of condolences. Or a ridiculous feast with everyone awkwardly looking at each other."

#convo #tfkevent #bastian-egilhard #because of course celine would pester him here too

"Ridiculous feasts? Now that brings me back. You wouldn't imagine how many of those Father liked to throw." A voice drawled from behind the warlock, sarcastic and playful at the same time. Celine fell into step with him easily, beaming with the success of her newest glamour. It seemed as though it was even easier to slip by the defenses with a new face instead of a mask. Her sharp features had been softened, and her hair turned from a pale gold to a rich chestnut, even her voice was an octave or two higher (it never hurt to be careful).

"I'm surprised you showed up Egilhard; you never struck me as the festive type. Or are you here for the free wine? Might this be the day I see you loosen up a little?"

jabberdar

#face #q

omg tatiana for both owen AND celine

Celine wasn’t sure what to make of the scene in front of her; the princess Taitana and the Mer Court messenger giggling like children while they were clearly under the influence of some sort of drink. She blinked at the both of them, unsure if this was a situation to take advantage of while in the presence of her potential ally or enemy. Her confusion only grew more as the blonde-haired heiress practically skipped over to her, planting a sloppy, drunken kiss onto her neck.

"Well, thank you princess, but you missed. I don’t think you quite remember who I am either, do you?" The Fallen angel couldn’t help but grin a little in amusement as the princess tried to correct that. She paused in her resistance for a brief moment as she heard the sounds of galloping horses and shouting approaching the lake.

Glancing between the merman and the princess, Celine decided that it would be better to flee rather than risk it. There were too many enemies around to believe she could kidnap her easily. So, she bent down and left a quick kiss behind the princess’ ear, nipping the skin enough to leave a mark. Then with a flirtatious wink, she took off into the skies.

Let her ‘big man’ try and figure out who left that.

Owen nearly howled with laughter, clutching his sides as the princess came stumbling back. “I can’t believe you actually did that!”

Tatiana dropped down beside him, clearly proud of herself. “You said to kiss first person to come by. I did it, no?”

"That’s because I-I thought Christian would be the first one to get here!” Oh Neptune, the werewolf guard was going to filethim if he found out that he had let the princess kiss someone else, some poor woman who happened to be passing by. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her wings, but she was probably just a nymph or something harmless like that.

"Is no big deal!" The princess shrugged, leaning over and placing another warm kiss onto Owen’s neck to prove her point. "See?"

The merman looked over at her in surprise, but then started chuckling again. It had been ticklish, but it had only been the princess. There was no harm in that. “Why yes, I guess that isn’t so bad after all.” Owen nodded in agreement., vaguely wondering why he felt such an intimidating and slightly bloodthirsty presence behind him.

"Shura!"

…Uh oh.

#askgame #tatianavalentiina #in which Owen is mildly afraid of Christian #becuase he is DEFINITELY papa wolf

Fallen with Grace || Avery, Celine, & Ella

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In the days that had followed her kidnapping, no real harm had come to Ella or her baby, and while that was a surprise in itself, the young girl still felt as if Celine was tormenting her through other means. The fallen angel had taken her to a hidden cave high up in the mountains, and she had made sure that there were no possible ways for Ella to escape. She wasn’t chained up or tied down, thankfully, but Celine spent the majority of her time in the same room as her, and just outside of it was a cyclops…a terrifying beast that Ella had never seen until now. Both her and the baby were in distress, and there was little more that she could do aside from rub her hands over her small bump of a stomach in an attempt to soothe the unborn child growing inside of her. They had been kicking and squirming ever since Celine had captured her, and at nearly four months along, Ella could already feel every single one of its movements, leaving her ribs sore and aching and her insides feeling bruised and trampled upon. She didn’t blame her baby, though, because the poor dear had every right to be upset; it wasn’t as if she were any better. Ella had hardly been able to stop crying ever since Celine had brought them to the mountains, and though she was given access to food, water, and the means to clean herself up, that didn’t mean that she felt safe. Celine was…even when she wasn’t outright threatening Ella, she still made it very, very clear that her power was far greater than anything that the young girl could even begin to fathom.

Did that…did that mean that she was stronger than Avery, too? But nobody was stronger than Avery!

Speaking of the werewolf that had fathered the child growing inside of her, he…he still hadn’t come for her, despite the fact that Celine had revealed that she had already sent him a letter that might as well have been a ransom note. Ella had been so certain that he would rescue her the moment he realized that she was missing, but he…he had yet to do that, and so she couldn’t help but worry that there was something preventing him from coming after his unborn child and their mother. She had so much faith in Avery that she didn’t want to think it was simply because he didn’t care enough to come look for them, but the alternative was that something had happened to him on his way to find her, and Ella didn’t want to think about that possibility either. But it was all that she could bear to bring to mind, or so it seemed, as she cowered in the corner of the cave that Celine had trapper her in, sitting on the small duvet she had been using as a bed and clutching another blanket to her chest, as if that would somehow keep her baby bump safe and out of sight. Just being in the same space with the fallen angel was enough to terrify Ella; it had been half a week now, and she had yet to stop trembling in her presence. It was the combination of unbridled power and the lack of a conscious that frightened her the most—Celine was like a perfect storm: ruthless, dominating, and uncaring of who she hurt.

She flinched when the fallen angel spoke aloud, immediately shrinking into the little nest she had built for herself. She didn’t like when Celine spoke to her, because she always felt as if the elder woman was one step away from crossing the room and slitting her throat. She was certainly capable of it, after all, and it made Ella sick to know that Avery had once been forced into conflict with her. Her small hands began to tremble when Celine brought up what she had been thinking about for days now: the fact that Avery had yet to come for her. Maybe…maybe it was for the best. Celine was right…if Avery came rushing into her territory, there were countless dangers that he would encounter, but none of them would be half as powerful as Celine herself. For all Ella knew, she might have been sending him off to a surefire death…something that the young mother wasn’t at all willing to do. So when Celine, clearly sick of waiting, asked Ella if she wanted to send off a note in her own handwriting, she shook her head almost immediately. She…she was just going to have to find a way out on her own at this rate. She couldn’t just be a helpless damsel in distress any longer…Avery had a pack to run, and a kingdom to protect, and so Ella…she’d have to be her own knight in shining armor.

"N—no," she finally said in a quivering voice, pulling the thin blanket higher up along her abdomen. The baby kicked again, as if he could feel her heartbeat beginning to race, and Ella winced, pressing a dainty hand to the soft swell of her stomach in hopes of calming the poor dear. "No, I…please, leave him out of this now. He—he isn’t coming anymore, I don’t think, so just…leave him alone. Please. Haven’t you done enough?" She bit back a small sob, because she still couldn’t seem to stop crying, especially due to the fact that her hormones were all sorts of wonky. "He…he clearly isn’t coming, so just—please, please let me go! I—I’m no use to you, I’m…” She broke off on a soft cry when her baby, clearly just as strong as their father, kicked out in protest yet again. “…I’m not important enough to be rescued. So just…please, please bring me back to the woods, and I—I’ll find my way home from there. Please, Celine.”

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First, hours had passed; at that point, Avery had still possessed hope that his Ella would be hidden somewhere deep inside of the forest, crouched behind a tree or lurking deep inside of a cave. However, as minutes ticked into hours and hours passed into days, his hope began to dwindle and his fear chose to escalate instead. He barely slept, ate only when he absolutely had to, and drank as he ran. He ran in his wolf form, in his human form; limped, crawled, shivered, slumped against trees in order to rebuild his strength before sprinting off again. He couldn’t rest—couldn’t even contemplate it—when he knew that Ella was out there somewhere, cold and frightened with no one but Celine for company. He feared, of course, that Celine would execute Ella before he got a chance to see her…but the more and more Avery reflected on things, the more certain he was that death was not Celine’s immediate course of action. Keeping Ella alive was excellent bait for whatever it was she wanted from Avery. And if it meant keeping the mother of his child safe and out of harm’s way, then Avery had a feeling he would give the leader of the Fallen Angels damn near anything she wanted from him.

…Even if it meant having his head on a stick and passed around for her entire army to gawk over.

By the time a few days had passed, Avery was so consumed with self-loathing and desperation that he nearly crumbled apart and withered away to nothing with each trembling step he took. It was everything he could do to keep from breaking apart at the seams, and the longer he went without Ella, he realized just how much he cared for her. He’d always loved her, of course, having watched her grow up and caring for her as though she were his own family, but…but Avery was beginning to feel as though maybe—just maybe—his feelings for he ran deeper than that. She was important to him, and for more reasons than their history together and the fact that she was carrying his child. She meant more to him than absolutely anyone else in the world, and if anything happened to her—anything at all—then Avery would never be able to forgive himself.

So he had to have faith and hope that she would be alive. That no matter what sort of dark thoughts he harbored or the depressing places his mind was headed, that…that as soon as he found her (and he would find her), she’d be alive. Whether or not she was in pain, though, was another story entirely.

It was on the final day that Avery decided he was going to go ahead and check out the mountain range; it was a long shot, and he didn’t think Celine would be the sort to hide out over here, but it was the last chance he had. Ella hadn’t been found in caves, the forest, near the lake or the outskirts of the country…nowhere. The mountains, really, were his last hope. So, weary and weak from days of traveling, Avery headed up into the mountain. The higher up he got, the more danger he realized he was putting himself in; it was no secret that the cyclops tended to lurk about here, so with a fwe moments to think things over, the alpha transitioned into his wolf form, hiding his clothes on his person as he trudged up the mountainside. When he was nearing a hole in the mountain up towards the top, he spotted it: a great, lumbering beast that was too busy playing with its own fingers to notice that anything—or anyone—was creeping up on it. Using the benefit of being in his wolf form and praying to God that the cyclops would mistake him as a wolf rather than a supernatural, Avery crept up the mountain, keeping close to the rocky walls and being as soft and quiet as he could manage. He heard murmurs of noise from inside, and the hairs on his back bristled instantly. The first was one he’d grown to know and fear: Celine. The second, much softer and a great deal more terrified, was a sound he’d know absolutely anywhere: it wasa Ella, his Ella, and she was…God, she was terrified out of her mind.

Terrified…but alive.

The last time Avery had fought Celine, it was in his wolf form. And while he wanted to do the same again, he knew he was too weak to put up much of a fight in his animal shape. So, shifting back into a human and hastily throwing his clothes on, Avery took every bit of strength he had in his body, pressed a hand against his side to make sure he still had the sword that Christian had gifted him with, and staggered inside the little dent in the mountain.

And the first thing he did, without a second thought or care in the world, was stumble across the space towards Ella, his eyes filled with grief and regret.

“Ella,” he breathed, and her name sounded sweet and like honey falling from his lips. He then turned to Celine, pulling his sword out of its hold and gripping it tight in one hand.

"And you—you arrogant, foolish, entitled bitch,” he spat at Celine through clenched teeth, taking a step towards her. “I will rip you apart feather by fucking feather for laying a single hand on her. You can mess with me all you want; you can tease and taunt me with things that will never come to be and lies you tell yourself before you fall asleep, but you never touch her.” Stepping forward, he snatched Celine by her wrists and slammed her against the wall of the mountainside, pinning her arms up and above her head. He hoped it would prohibit her from using her hellfire, but he didn’t know too much about the power to understand how it might have worked. “How should I do it, hmm? Carve you open like a fucking bird and spill out your innards for the cyclops to toy around with? Rip off your wings with my bare fucking hands and throw them to my pack?” He licked his lips, pressing her further into the wall before spitting in her face. “Or maybe I can give them to Noah: a personalized gift from his favorite bitch from Hell.”