Roland de Rochefort

Roland de Rochefort | 1,101 | Councilman of Belgium | Vampire | Top “Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway, who knows? What are you going to do if I don't, by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?”

[wingsofduty]

His answer was enough for Cash to confirm to himself that he was certainly suggesting what he thought he was. The vampire was certainly not someone he'd ever expect to approach him, nor would he really, he always felt out of place next to the fancy types- but he also wasn't opposed to new experiences. He could work with the fancy get-up. "Well, how am I 'pposed to say no to that?" He rose a brow, tongue coming out to wet his lips, "Sure would be nice to get a change a' scenery." He had always been vague, not from being shy but purely because he had been publicly closeted in his human life. Almost all of his conversations had been coded and vague.

Cash rose his brows as the councilman introduced himself fully and even bowed. He wanted to chuckle, but he bit his tongue, assuming it would've been rude. "Yeah, for sure. My bad, been awhile since i've read anything about y'all," Forty-five years too long, but he wouldn't bring up specifics mainly because he hadn't actually been keeping count. "It's nice to meet you-" He hesitated, southern manners and the assumption that calling him 'councilman' would be more respectful battling it out in his head for a moment, "Councilman sir?"

[councillor-roland]

"I don't expect you to." Granted, Cash didn't really have a choice though Roland was rather more considerate of that than the other masters. Still, he seemed willing enough now that they'd clarified what he wanted of him. "I can only imagine. I assure you that my suite is far superior to this." That was also quite an understatement. The Undercroft was drab, boring, and generally a distasteful place to be. Roland didn't mind coming down for his brief visits he rarely spent a long time down here unless he couldn't quite make up his mind about which slave he wanted at that particular time.

Roland inclined his head at the acknowledgement. "I suppose you aren't exactly provided with current reading material down here." Cash's attitude hadn't changed dramatically upon finding out that he was a councilman which was a good sign. The vampire waved a hand at the honorific. "You may call me Roland. I prefer it, in fact, given how intimately acquainted we'll soon be." He smirked then gestured for Cash to come with him. "Follow me." Roland arranged the rental with the guards and soon enough he was pushing open the double doors to his extravagant suite. "Do sit down. What will you have to drink?" Roland gestured at one of the antique sofas then made his way to the bar. It seemed like it had been a while since he'd started like this with a slave and today he felt like rectifying that. He poured himself a glass of bloodwine as he waited for Cash's answer.

[adrasian]

A gift, indeed. Adrasia would certainly make no protest against being banned from interacting with the ghoul, especially with his exposed wings reminding him all the more vividly of he and Raphael's last encounter. It was a testament to Roland's patience that the celestial wasn't more stiff under his touch with such memories lingering in his mind. He took a careful, intentional breath as the vampire asked his questions, trying to center himself now that the initial shock the touch was fading. "We do this... usually only for the practice of preening," he murmured, eyes slowly falling half-shut as Roland continued, "To help in shedding the old feathers, for comfort's sake." Sure enough, even without the councilman knowing the proper movements, a few gauzy feathers had already drifted to the floor at their feet, loose and eager to fall from weeks of suppression after being forced to suddenly regrow. Adrasia felt a strange pang of protectiveness over them, scattered around the carpet like bronze-tipped leaves. Roland's witch would've known the arcane uses for such things. He prayed the vampire himself would either not know or not care.

He moved not an inch as Roland stepped closer, not until those cool fingers found his skin and Adrasia straightened the slightest bit, lips parting around a quick intake of breath. The vampire's eyes, as always, felt too knowing as they met his. His neck had to strain a bit to hold Roland's gaze, but Adrasia was unwilling to look away. "It's... good," He replied, voice just as hushed as the elder's. There was none of the buzzing strangeness beneath his skin like the other times Roland had experimented there, only a slightly pleasant ache, like any other massage. The muscle was no longer tense and trapped, but extended out with his freed wings. More than anything, the sensation felt like it was trying to lure the angel into closing his eyes entirely. He was roused by the fleeting pressure of Roland's lips, surprised by it, though not enough to be fully dragged out of his drowsy haze. A quiver worked through one wing, the side Roland's fingers were working at, a soft sound getting trapped in Adrasia's throat before it went lax, drooping gently towards the floor. What caution lingered felt distant and muffled now behind quiet and warmth. He sounded faint to his own ears, "What do you get from this?"

[councillor-roland]

"I see. I'll try to feel them out, then." It seemed the least Roland could do since he was touching Adrasia's wings anyway, or at least one of them so far. He had noticed there were a few feathers that had drifted to the ground. What did one do with those? Was it like a dog shedding fur and you let the servants sweep them up? He supposed he'd ask in time but he didn't particularly want to right now, more focused on the feel of those feathers and how Adrasia reacted to the different touches. He was glad that it was still good, the reaction to touching the skin there clearly different with the wings out, causing only a slight shudder and straightening. Perhaps it was like a massage, in one way. He kept cool fingers there, still massaging gently, and used his other hand to stroke through the feathers on the opposite wing, still as careful as he'd been with the first.

The kiss was a slight surprise, clearly, but obviously not unwelcome and the wing relaxed as Adrasia made those soft sounds. Hopefully, he could coax the other into the same state now that he was working on it as well. The question made him blink. "A rare privilege, for one." He said, voice quiet and low to match the angel's faint words. "And I think you know me well enough by now to know that I get pleasure from giving it just as much as receiving it." He dragged his lips slowly along Adrasia's jaw and dropped kisses against his neck, pressing closer behind him. Was it not obvious where he hoped this would go? As usual, he was in no rush, however, happy to keep stroking his wings as long as that was needed or wanted but it was the first day that Adrasia was truly his. Roland thought they should celebrate.

[familiar-finn]

"I'm very certain," Finn replied, holding a hand over the wounds he felt healing already. Good to know Adrasia still had that part of himself accessible. He cleared his throat and offered Roland a polite smile. "Like I said, this isn't my body and frankly women aren't my thing. Perhaps another time when we're both, erm, ourselves."

[councillor-roland]

That was certainly a definitive answer. Roland sighed but pulled away, staying true to his word that he wouldn't force anything. "Very well. We'll certainly have to look each other up another time then. I shan't trouble you anymore." Roland smiled politely and walked away, back towards his room. Finn was welcome to stay in Adrasia's or go out, Roland didn't really care and he was clearly going to have to seek satisfaction of a different kind elsewhere. Thankfully, the castle had plenty of options to choose from.

END

[icebird-khion]

"Mm, much prefer the vibe of, like, Euphoria or Cannabites," Khion answered. He'd just missed the Regency Era when he was born and grew up during the Victorian years in Norway. He found the 21st century far more enjoyable than the stuffiness and formalities of the past as it likely fit the pamola's carefree personality better anyway. "I do know Merek, actually. That's not surprising, dude seems like the period romance fan with all his charming flamboyance and dramatics. He also knows how to throw quite the party, apparently." And speaking of charming flamboyance and dramatics... "Have you seen Gwyn around yet this evening? Is he coming tonight?" He'd yet to see his old friend among the crowd.

[councillor-roland]

Roland's smile soured a little at the mention of both places. He wasn't overly fond of either proprietor and therefore didn't tend to go to either place. He supposed he couldn't fault Khion for what he liked, though, and he had asked. "Ah. Well, they aren't for me. I much prefer a proper ball like this one." The vampire had an enduring fondness for bygone eras and the decor in his suite stood as testament to that. Lavish, ornate. There were centuries that had known how to decorate a room but this one hardly measured up to those old standards as most things tended to bright and clean and minimalist. Roland was many things but minimalist was not one.

They were onto more pleasant topics a moment later and the warmth came back into Roland's smile. "Hardly surprising, I assume everyone knows him at this point." Biblically or otherwise. "He has done an excellent job, I'll give him that." At the mention of his fledgling Roland rolled his eyes good-naturedly and sipped his drink. "I have seen him but only at a distance and he's been avoiding me ever since. He's hardly dressed appropriately and knows I'm going to take him to task for it once I catch him. I did teach him better than to show up at a ball in his underclothes but he always has liked to do things his own way." There was exasperation in Roland's tone but also fondness, he really couldn't help it with his youngest. "Do tell him I'm looking for him if you happened to come across him some time tonight though I'm in no hurry to get rid of you." Roland gave him a charming smile to hopefully entice him to stay. Khion was so very nice to look at and so far was proving entertaining enough.

[bastionsolo]

Bastion nodded. He tried to keep his eyes on Roland's as they danced and talked but every time they hit a certain angle, his gaze darted around for Noah or Dante to see if they were still in the ballroom, to see if they were with other people or, hell forbid, near each other. That was something Bastion wasn't prepared for and didn't think he'd ever be prepared for. It wasn't that he thought their personalities would clash too horribly but rather that he didn't want to be the topic of conversation until he figured out exactly what the fuck he was doing with both of them. Of course he had his developing bond with Dante that would inevitably solidify once heat week came but what the fuck was he doing with Noah? Bastion liked him to the point that thinking of him made his heart race a little bit. This was so... Fucked.

He went into the spin and settled back into position easily. "I think I put myself into a triangle," he said grimly in a low voice, "Without meaning to. I wondered if you had experience with multiple lovers at once. Over two hundred and fifty years and this has never happened to me before."

[councillor-roland]

Roland was aware that Bastion seemed a little distracted, noting the way he glanced around the room even as they danced. It was vaguely annoying since the vampire was used to be the center of someone's attention when he was talking to them and that was the way he liked it. He didn't mention it as yet though if it continued too much he would be sure to make Bastion focus on him and only him. He doubted it would be too difficult.

The apparently dramatic love life the hellhound was experiencing assuaged Roland's annoyance for the time being and his eyebrows rose, intrigued. "Did you now? How very dramatic. Are these other two terribly unwilling to share?" Roland threw so much of himself into loving someone he doubted it would be possible for him to love someone else at the same time and he wouldn't want to share, at least not in an emotional sense, but he was worldly enough to realise that other arrangements worked for other people. "I've always taken multiple lovers in terms of the bedroom but as stated my romantic attachments limit themselves to one. Past lovers and I have taken others to our beds and I've never been monogamous when it comes to sex. I feel so deeply, however, that my emotional entanglements have always been limited to one at a time so I suppose the answer to your question is that no, I do not have experience of that sort." It was maybe a long winded answer but anyone who knew Roland knew he liked to talk. "Do you prefer one over the other? Perhaps you can choose that way."

[bastionsolo]

Roland's voice was absolutely sinful and Bastion appreciated every filthy syllable. His eyelids were heavy with pleasure, his moans loud and free. He didn't even register the little bites to his chest that Roland gave him to draw out a bit of blood, too wrapped up in the feeling building inside him, the cock buried so perfectly in his hole and the hand around his own. It did not take much coaxing from Roland to make Bastion to release, the hellhound crying out as he orgasmed, come streaking up his muscled stomach in spurts. He grabbed onto Roland as the aftershocks rolled through him, curses falling freely from his lips in both English and Italian.

"Fuck," he wheezed, muscles going lax from where they'd tensed up. He forced his eyes open so he could keep them on Roland, watching the vampire continue to fuck into him. "You, now. Fill me with everything you have." he gasped, greedy for it all.

[councillor-roland]

As Roland suspected, it really only took the words combined with his actions to push Bastion over the edge and the vampire watched as he came undone beneath him, shivering at how beautiful the sight was and at the feeling of Bastion clenching around him so tightly. He didn't stop his thrusts, fucking him through his aftershocks as Bastion grabbed onto him and starting to chase his own release now. It was what they both wanted as Bastion locked eyes with him and made his demand and Roland grinned. "Of course." A few more rough thrusts and he came hard with a low groan, spilling inside the hellhound. He tilted his head back and, eyes closed and fangs extended as the pleasure washed over him, luxuriating in it for a long moment before he came back to himself.

Panting slightly, he looked down at Bastion, pleased all over again by how sated and fucked out he looked. Oh, they would have to do this again. Roland could see himself making a habit of it, in fact, since they both enjoyed themselves so much. "We've made quite a mess. We'll have to go get cleaned up and then we can lounge for a while. I'll make you a drink." As he said, he lead Bastion to the shower where they ended up getting dirty again then lounged and in bed for the remainder of the rental, drinking and talking. Overall, it was time and money well spent and Roland came away from it having taken quite a shine to the slave. They would most definitely be seeing each other again.

END

[witchysethharper]

Seth pursed his lips together a little upset that Roland had to come back with logic. This game of circling around the truth was getting tiresome for the sloth demon anyway.

"Fine," he sighed. "I did it. Though in my defense I didn't think you'd get so uppity about it. Just a little annoyed." He pinched his thumb and forefinger together. He probably should have known better with Roland the crash out king given his reaction about Seth taking his disruptive relationship with Rhys to the council. "I thought it'd show you first-hand how great seelie faeries are. Good news is it's temporary."

[councillor-roland]

The admission was a victory of sorts though Roland still wasn't pleased that it had happened at all and set his jaw as the witchling explained himself. "Uppity?" His tone was cold and his eyes narrowed. "I don't consider it uppity to be upset about being turned into my worst enemy." He barked a bitter laugh at the rest of the explanation. "They're not great, there's nothing great about them! Vampires are great, any number of other species come close, but seelie fae certainly are not." His volume rose as he spoke and he worked to bring it back down for a moment. "That's the only saving grace about this, yes. How would you like it if you were turned into a vampire, hm? Would you think that was 'great'?" Roland lifted his hands and did air quotes when he spoke the last word. Perhaps he should turn Seth into one. Turnabout was fair play, after all, though the other man deserved worse for making Roland go through this.

[alasdairxbishop]

While Alasdair might've ordinarily protested at being someone's snack, he was too busy trying to focus on his own pleasure and being good so that Roland would allow him the orgasm he needed. Fuck, he was so close. So fucking close. The hand around the base of his cock was tormenting him, stopping him from getting what he needed. In an instant, Roland was behind him instead, that hand still staving off his orgasm, his cock flushed and achingly hard in the vampire's grip. Dair's breath caught in his throat at the other's voice in his ear, looking down at the councilman's hand around his length, watching as he started stroking him. It didn't take too much longer, with Alasdair's orgasm crashing into him after a few strokes, spilling warm cum over the vampire's hand as his whole body tensed against Roland's. "Fuck.." he whispered, breathless as he tipped his head back against the vampire's shoulder, wetting his lips slightly.

[councillor-roland]

This was one of the reasons Roland liked teasing so much, because the pay off was so good. Alasdair did exactly as he was told and spilled over Roland's hand, his body tensing against Roland as he leaned back against the vampire. Roland was definitely hard at this point in his suit pants as the nephilim could no doubt feel but he was in no rush. He didn't stop his stroking until Alasdair had finished, trailing light kisses over his jaw and neck. "Good boy." He murmured, finally releasing his hold and lifting his hand to lick a few of his fingers and taste Alasdair in a different way. Roland cleaned off a few himself, pleased at the taste, then slid the other two into Alasdair's mouth. "Always good to clean up after yourself." He murmured, winding his other arm around Alasdair's chest to hold him against him, pressing the slave more tightly back against his body and his obvious erection. "Should I put that mouth to better use now? Or should I fuck you properly?" He curled his fingers lightly against Alasdair's tongue then pulled them from his mouth so he could answer.

[bastionsolo]

Bastion's head was fuzzy with pleasure. He rode Roland's dick with abandon, only shifting when the vampire guided him to and moaning out when it got Bastion driving down right against his own sweet spot. There were no logical thoughts in his head, only the feral need to fuck, to come. He almost lost his words completely but Roland's were pulling his hazy attention back from the brink, his focus sharpened by the sharp bite to his ear. He groaned and drove his hips down harder, the lewd and repetitive sounds filling the room.

The hand on the back of Roland's neck shifted to grip at his blonde hair. He curled the locks around his fingers and tugged back roughly to direct the vampire's head back. Bastion looked down at him and drank in his beautiful face for a moment before he leaned down and guided Roland's mouth against his neck. "Bite me," he growled out in command.

[councillor-roland]

Of the two of them, Roland assumed he had the clearer head. Not because he was enjoying the way Bastion rode him any less than Bastion was but simply because of the fact that Roland was not in heat and therefore likely more in possession of his faculties. He certainly didn't mind the reckless abandon with which Bastion lost himself in the pleasure but the vampire did like to have some connection with his partner, hence the words in his ear and the little bite that might bring him back to himself just a little. He still gasped as Bastion drove down harder onto him, rocking up to meet him as his fingers dug in a little harder to Bastion's hips. He kept his claws to himself for the time being.

Bastion seemed to take his advice as he pulled his head back roughly by his hair and pulled a delighted little gasp from Roland's lips because of it. They locked eyes for a moment, drinking each other in, before Bastion made his demand. "As you wish." Roland murmured, hardly about to deny either of them the pleasure. His fangs extended and he sank them into Bastion's flesh, drinking deeply with a low moan. His hips snapped up harder, driving even more deeply into him as the pleasure from the blood and sex compounded, making Roland's stomach muscles clench. He held off though, kept his release back as best he could, rolling his hips at their rough pace and lifting a hand to curl around Bastion's neck to keep him steady as he fed.

[wingsofduty]

His shoulders lifted into a shrug, a small smile gracing his features. Even as a human he was called restless, it seemed to just come naturally to him, and it was only amped up by being locked up in this place. Still, he wouldn't complain. He'd take the consequences of his actions with a head held high because that was just who he was, he didn't regret what he did, and he'd do it again given the chance. A brow rose at the other's words, the double meaning blaring a bit too loud to Cash.

His eyes looked the other up and down, short and quick, barely noticeable before he was clearing his throat. "Shit, I mean, whatcha' got in mind?" He questioned, smile turning a bit bashful. He certainly was no prude, far from it, but he definitely wasn't used to such.. fancy looking men taking any kind of interest no matter how small in someone like him. His head tilted to the side as he was asked if he knew who he was, and it took a moment of Cash squinting to register that he did indeed look familiar. "Oh shit- uh, you're uh.. damn, I got terrible memory, man," He tapped his temple with the heel of his palm for emphasis, sucking on his teeth, "You look familiar, yeah, I can't recall where I know you from, though."

[councillor-roland]

The valkyrie didn't balk at the suggestion, that was something. He didn't seem overly offended or horrified, perhaps just a little shy. Surely he understood what Roland had meant, though the question made it seem otherwise. The vampire smirked. "Something far more entertaining than pacing around these dull rooms." He gestured at the drab Undercroft surroundings. "And a great deal more pleasurable." If he didn't get it with that very obvious hint then the slave was likely quite dull indeed. It wouldn't deter Roland from sampling him at least once, though.

The slave did apparently recognize him but couldn't place him and Roland's eyebrows rose, faintly annoyed and perhaps even a little offended. "Let me jog your memory, then. Councilman Roland de Rochefort of Belgium." He rarely introduced himself with his full title but it seemed appropriate now and he even gave a dramatic bow, the action pulling him out of his annoyance and back into amusement. "Does that clear things up?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren nodded at Roland's response not surprised to hear those particular comments about flavor. Hell, even humans online would speculate about that, especially in those weird little circles that went out of their way to try to court a vampire's attention. "Interesting," He hummed in response, eyes still directed down at the little vials and the dark line of Roland's blood moving through the tubing, "I suppose for species that stop aging at all, those markers cease to develop." It made him wonder which was more important: whatever was present in the blood that the undead detected as they drank it or the receptors the vampires themselves developed that could sense such variations. Now they were getting into the realm of tissue sampling and Soren was very thoroughly distracted with that line of thought as he carefully removed the needle. He even moved unthinkingly to grab a bandage for the councilman, stopping in place with a few quick blinks down at the crook of Roland's arm as his mind caught up to his actions and he watched the little prick heal in less than a second.

"Right," Soren said absentmindedly, shifting to drop the plaster back on the sample tray before he registered Roland moving out of his seat. His chin shot up, eyes widening before the vampire was sliding right into his space, the other's lean body pressing close while Roland's fingers threaded through his hair and Soren was exhaling sharply in surprise. "Perhaps we should--" He'd been about to suggest a more stable arrangement, voice low and tremulous at the tease of Roland's fangs against his neck as his adrenaline spiked, feeling all too painfully mortal in that moment. But the words died in his throat when the vampire chose to kiss that vulnerable span of skin first, Soren's confusion only tangling him up in tighter knots as he grabbed instinctively at Roland's shirt, if only to try and do his part to keep either one of them from toppling from their precarious perch.

Then the pain started. It was acute where Roland's fangs had pierced him for only a moment, then immediately seemed to lower to a dull warmth that slowly flushed outwards from the spot with each heavy thud of Soren's heart. It did hurt, there was no avoiding that. But it was completely different from what he'd thought, easier to take the longer Roland drank from him. He almost couldn't distinguish the exact spot the other's fangs were buried in him anymore, just a broad sensation of pressure, of what he realized was the vampire pulling his blood into his mouth. He swayed a little with a strained noise, grip tightening on the other man at the visceral thought. All of the sudden, Soren realized he'd been holding his breath and he desperately sucked in new air, chest heaving as he poured all his focus into holding as still as he possibly could. Surely Roland would know when to stop? Surely he would stop?

[councillor-roland]

The idea of needing a bandage was amusing and Ravi clearly realised his mistake quickly. Roland hadn't even really thought about it, knowing the small puncture would heal in a second or two. He had been far more focused on the next part of their little bargain, wasting no time in climbing onto the doctor's lap. Precarious, perhaps, and he supposed Ravi was intent on mentioning that but Roland had it well under control. He was strong enough to keep them more or less stable and Ravi didn't seem inclined to move too much and upset the balance. The vampire was even pleased at the way the other man clung to him, hoping that there would be more of that in future though he supposed they had to finish their little exchange first. Then he could focus on coaxing more out of the handsome doctor.

Ravi was tense as Roland started to drink and he supposed that was to be expected if he'd never been bitten before. Roland was as gentle as he could be, humming his pleasure at the taste as he drank slowly and deeply. If his mouth hadn't been full he would've laughed at Ravi rather suddenly remembering to breathe, still very much aware of the human's anxiety around this though not at all disappointed by how much more tightly Ravi gripped him. He certainly knew how much he could take and he didn't intend to leave the other man overly weak or very drained so soon enough he pulled back slowly, withdrawing his fangs and working over the wounds with his tongue until the blood stopped flowing. He wouldn't want to waste any, after all.

Finally finished with his taste, he licked his lips clean and pressed them to Ravi's ear instead. "There now. That wasn't so bad, was it? You did very well." The words were a low purr. He dragged his lips lightly along Ravi's jawline before he finally pulled back enough to be able to look at him. "You taste good." Roland slid his hand down from Ravi's hair and over his shoulder to his chest, pressing it over that still hammering heart. Roland leaned forward again, lips just ghosting over Ravi's own but not quite touching. "Do I get to taste anything else, I wonder?"

[merekhopper]

While Dante didn't at all mind the rough treatment, it was still very much appreciated when Roland paused to let him try and adjust. He'd been around for long enough to recognize that not all of the masters would be that kind, the werewolf lightly squeezing the vampire's hip in a silent attempt to thank him. Dante swallowed carefully around the other's cock and then made himself relax, opening his jaw as much as he could and relaxing his throat just in time as the master began to thrust once more. He managed to control his gag reflex this time as every thrust from Roland had his cock hitting the back of his throat and Dante's gaze moved up to lock on the master's face to watch him closely. He continued to stroke himself slowly, not wanting to orgasm until Roland had reached his own. The werewolf managed a faint nod at the purred words, aware of what the hand tightening in his hair meant and did his best to swallow every last drop as Roland spilled down his throat. Dante took as deep a breath as he could when the master pulled away, licking his bottom lip and panting before he leaned into the hand stroking through his hair. "Mm." Was all he could manage at first, leaning in to press his face against Roland's hip and muttering. "Definitely something like that."

[councillor-roland]

All things considered, Dante did very well, even seemed appreciative of the very small kindnesses Roland had managed to grant him. If they were doing this on a different day when Roland wasn't under the influence of such a spell there would have been more of them but the wolf seemed happy enough without. Roland watched him as they both took a moment to recover, chuckling a little breathlessly at the response. The fevered need to be rough had died down a little with what they'd just done but he had no doubt it would flare back up again soon. "Glad to be of service." He teased, pushing his hand off the wall and reaching down to pull Dante back up to his feet, rather more gently than he'd pushed him down. Roland caught his lips in a kiss, pushing his tongue into the wolf's mouth and tasting himself. "Your turn now, non?" He murmured, reaching down to take hold of Dante's cock and stroke it more slowly and firmly than he had before. "I noticed how you touched yourself while I fucked your face." Roland purred the words in his ear. "Does being used turn you on?" He squeezed his cock a little harder as he asked, running his thumb over the head.

[thebloodofbriar]

Briar let out a choked moan at the feather circling around his tip, hips lifting off the bed at the delicate tracing along his length and then to his balls. He only grew more flustered at the reminder that he didn't know this man, only the sound of his voice and the way he tasted when he kissed him. It just sent another wave of shame over the faerie. "I-I... I don't want to talk about that," He had no excuse this time, the only spell running through his system was the one taking away his vision. Nothing he could use to blame. It was all him.

He let out a shaky breath as his lips trailed to his neck, hands instinctively reaching for him and grabbing onto his shoulders as he was turned to face him fully. "You're going to bite me?" He squeaked out at his tease, gasping as his thigh made its way between Briar's legs. The pressure was only amplified by his lack of sight and Briar resisted grinding down onto him like he was desperate even though he was surely feeling like he was. His hands slipped from his shoulders as he leaned away to grab something just to fist tightly into his shirt as he was kissed again and the coolness of an ice cube was pressed to his spine. He gasp was eaten by the master's kiss, goosebumps rising on his skin and trailing after the path of the ice cube. It was so very cold and it had Briar arching into him more, instinctively trying to get away from the enhanced feeling.

[councillor-roland]

"Why not? There's no shame in it. Haven't we all enjoyed an anonymous tryst with a stranger?" Roland certainly had, though he'd never been deprived of his sight (at least not before seeing the person initially, blindfolds in the bedroom were a whole other matter). Still, he thought no less of the slave for being needy and wanting him even when Briar couldn't see him. It was a sex castle, after all, and Spring Mischief was especially chaotic and primed for shenanigans. Roland was just happy to have found him so sensitive and willing, delighting in every gasp, shiver, and arch of the little fae's back.

"Certainly. I am a vampire, after all." As if to prove it he teased the tips of his fangs over Briar's skin. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Apparently, he was less gentle with the ice as Briar flinched away from it but pressed more firmly into Roland which the vampire certainly wasn't going to complain about. He pulled the ice away as he maintained the kiss, giving him a brief moment of relief, before he trailed it over Briar's hip and thigh, then down over his ass. To counteract it, he rocked his thigh against Briar's cock so that he'd get both sensations at once then pulled back from the kiss. "Too cold? Should we try heat next? Or I can bite you..." He nipped at Briar's lip, nicking it just slightly with a fang and sucking on it to get just a little taste of that sweet blood.

[adrasian]

Adrasia could only nod confirmation to Roland's demand, eyes wide and unsure. Was it right to feel relief in reaction to the councilman's emphatic declaration that he'd be kept far away from Raphael? Did Adrasia trust that such a thing was within Roland's capabilities? There was no answering those questions - not so soon, at least. What truly unsettled the celestial though was how easily he could imagine hearing the following lecture coming out of one of his elder's mouths, so many centuries ago before they all scattered into hiding. He had struggled once with the idea of who was responsible for the refusal of sinners to change their ways when they were offered grace. Accountability, blame - all the more difficult to reason with in the wake of what had brought him to this castle in particular. Did Roland have underlying motive to say such things or was it simply what it seemed: comfort? Adrasia struggled with his words for a long pause. "Perhaps it would be for the better to do as you say and ignore him," He murmured finally, "There is no victory to be had in arguing." Then, a moment later, "...Thank you." That would be have to be enough.

When Roland's fingers brushed through his feathers he miraculously managed not to flinch, if only because he'd been prepared. It was still strange. Adrasia inhaled sharply, eyes fixing on the opposite wall without registering anything he saw there. "I - yes. To varying extents. Depending on... how and where." He was holding decently steady until the vampire's cool fingers pressed deeper into the plush of layered feathers, grazing the down beneath and the hot, fragile skin it covered. Several conflicting signals were dashing through the angel's mind, the anxiety of having a predator so close to something so precious competing with the meditative calm that would normally come from being preened by a trusted friend. He quivered once and held his breath until Roland's touch migrated outwards, safer, less arresting, his wings hitching slightly upwards as if to guide the touch further out. Then the air left him again all at once in a sigh, head loosely falling forwards when that careful hand stroked inward again, the skin all over Adrasia's shoulders seeming to tingle in echo of the motion. He had not expected such gentleness. "It's... alright," He replied, hushed, still clasping his arms around himself. The experience of the ghoul's touch could not have been more different. Was Roland truly content with this? The celestial swallowed thickly, daring to glance backwards over his shoulder to make what he could of the other's face.

[councillor-roland]

Adrasia remained largely silent during Roland's impassioned rant against Raphael but that was hardly surprising. Perhaps he was surprised at the vehemence with which Roland spoke out against his fellow councilman but it was no real secret that the two disliked each other and this only made it worse, at least on Roland's end. He meant what he said, even if the angel didn't believe him, and he would just have to prove it with his actions and continued protection. There would most certainly be hell to pay if Raphael laid a hand on Adrasia now that he was Roland's claim and Roland wouldn't hesitate to take him to the council over it if it happened. Hopefully, De Luca would just keep his greedy little claws to himself and they could avoid the whole thing. Roland nodded when Adrasia finally spoke. "I think so. You're forbidden from interacting with him anyway so you don't really have a choice." He smiled a little, knowing now more than ever that the celestial would see that as a gift or perhaps just a relief. The gratitude tugged his smile a little wider. "You're quite welcome."

The wings were sensitive, as Roland had expected, though the 'how and where' Adrasia mentioned intrigued him. "Is there a best way to touch them? Or a way you prefer? Do tell me if there is." As ever, Roland sought to bring pleasure as much as he enjoyed it himself and hopefully the angel had learned that about him by now. Getting Adrasia to actually ask for what he wanted would likely be an ongoing battle as it had been since the start but Roland was quite determined to win that one. The changes in the movement of the wings and in Adrasia's breathing depending on where Roland's hand moved were interesting and Roland noted them, pleased when Adrasia confirmed it was still all right. He glanced back and Roland stepped closer between the wings, meeting the angel's gaze as the hand on his wing slid onto his back, cool fingers tracing lightly along where the wing met skin. "How does that feel?" Roland murmured, his free hand settling on Adrasia's hip. The vampire remembered having touched the celestial's shoulder blade and getting an interesting reaction and wondered if it would be the same now. He leaned in and caught Adrasia's lips in a light kiss. "Still good?" Roland breathed against his mouth, adding just a little more pressure with his fingers.

[bastionsolo]

Bastion fully enjoyed when someone unexpectedly spoke to him in Italian. It took a second for his brain to make the switch, to realize his mother tongue was being tossed at him but when it did, he always lit up. He spoke English fine enough with a few blunders here and there but he was overall more comfortable speaking in the language he grew up speaking. He knew a smattering of other European phrases and things to get by but was only fluent in English and Italian.

He stood up proudly when Roland inspected him, looked over him. Roguish charm? He liked that. The hellhound nodded, "You're right. This is comfortable for me and people have been looking at me." He was certain Roland would like that. He was as flashy as a peacock in an elegant kind of way. He liked his gold, that was for certain. As Roland touched his jaw, Bastion tipped his face into the touch and gave a grin. He probably should have been offended at being treated like a prized show pony but he was vain and greedy. He liked the attention.

"Dancing sounds good to me," he replied, allowing Roland to guide him to the dance floor. They got into position and for a moment, he hesitated because he wasn't sure who was going to lead. He was taller than Roland but that didn't mean a thing when Roland was older, more powerful, the master. He was also the top in the bedroom every time they fucked. The decision was made for him and he immediately took a step backwards to quickly catch the rhythm.

"I've been enjoying myself pretty good," he replied. "Aside from... Some personal stuff." Noah and Dante. He probably shouldn't even be mentioning it to a master. What if he got separated from both of them? But he, for some odd reason, trusted Roland. The vampire had been nothing but kind and attentive to him and they'd talked so much over the time Roland had been renting him. Bastion's eyes didn't leave Roland's even though he wanted very badly to glance around for Noah or Dante. "How many lovers do you have? I mean, not sexual partners. Lovers." he blurted out.

[councillor-roland]

Roland spoke many languages. He'd always found them easy to pick up and he'd traveled so much that he'd just happened to collect them. He could converse fluently in at least a dozen languages and understood at least a dozen more. That was yet another advantage to having lived over a millenium and it pleased Roland that he could speak with Bastion in his native tongue. The hellhound did seem more comfortable and more able to express himself that way, though helping him practice his English wouldn't hurt either.

"Have they? Well, I can hardly blame them. That was the point and you are quite something to look at." It most certainly did please Roland to know that others were looking at Bastion. Far from making him jealous, he liked the idea of other appreciating Bastion in the clothes Roland had picked for him, it helped to fluff his considerable ego even more as they clearly appreciated what he'd done.

Once they were out on the floor they moved smoothly, after Bastion realised that Roland was obviously taking the lead. There had been no doubt in the vampire's mind. He was pleased to find that Bastion moved well and gracefully and clearly already knew the steps. That made things easier. For his part, Roland was graceful and at ease on the dance floor, having spent centuries honing his skills in that regard as well so that it was practically second nature to him now. Bastion's comment had his eyebrows going up. "Oh? Such as?" Roland was ever curious about people he'd taken an interest in and it hardly seemed out of pocket to ask when Bastion had been the one to bring it up.

The next question seemed somewhat out of the blue but Roland was willing to bet it was somehow related. "I suppose that depends on your definition of lover but if you mean those I have feelings for, only one." His expression grew slightly wistful as he thought of Rhys. The witch would've hated the ball, of course, but he'd have come for Roland's sake and the vampire liked to think he could've made him smile and enjoy at least some of it. "Our relationship is currently more long distance than I would prefer but it can't be helped. Why do you ask?" He lead Bastion into a spin then drew them back together again. Better to focus on whatever problem Bastion was having then get drawn into how much he missed Rhys. This was a party, after all, a ball and Roland was determined to enjoy himself.

[merekhopper]

The omega hadn't realized just how careful he was being, but at this point was pretty instinctual to be more cautious around the masters that he didn't know. Of course, that hadn't stopped him from casting this particular spell on the very handsome vampire. His grip adjusted slightly and Dante moved his hand in quick strokes, fumbling only a little when the kiss turned harder. The werewolf moaned into the kiss, rocking his hips up insistently even as a small wince went through Dante as his tongue was cut. The slave was breathing hard by the time that Roland ended the kiss, looking slightly dazed before he was pushed down onto his knees. Grunting at the impact with the floor, he still obediently opened his mouth as Roland's fingers curled into his hair, quickly trying to relax. It still didn't entirely stop the small gag response, but Dante breathed carefully through it, one hand moving down to palm at his own erection.

[councillor-roland]

The spell made Roland rough and impatient as he normally wasn't but Dante seemed to be adjusting to it well. He noted the small gag and forced himself to pause for just a moment, letting him adjust at least a little, before he rocked his hips forward again, addicted to thrusting into the tight heat of the wolf's mouth and throat. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, caught up in the feeling, shuddering each time his cock hit the back of Dante's throat. He was fairly merciless as he face fucked him, though managed to open his eyes and look down to see Dante stroking himself. Well, he must have been enjoying it too, then. The tension built and coiled in his stomach, muscles flexing, and he supposed he needed this before he could take care of Dante properly. "Nearly there now. Once you take everything I can give you I'll be sure to take care of you as well." The words were a rough purr and his grip tightened in Dante's hair, snapping his hips forward a few more times before he held the wolf in place. His cock throbbed as he spilled down Dante's throat with a cry, hips jerking as he gave the other man no choice but to take it all. Finally, he pulled back and out of his mouth to give him an opportunity to breathe and not choke, needing a moment himself anyway. His free hand leaned against the wall as he looked down, the fingers tight in Dante's hair softening to stroke through it more gently instead as Roland got his breath back. "There now. Is that what you hoped for with that spell?" He smirked a little, wondering if Dante had gotten more than he'd bargained for.

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn laughed brightly, entertained as he always was by Roland's vanity and his sire's lack of self-consciousness when it came to displaying it. "Oh, at least a few. We couldn't have you stuck repeating outfits with such a wonderful opportunity for fun lying before us. How often do I get the opportunity to pick out your wardrobe?" Gwyn happily fell into line at Roland's hip as they perused options for the elder's temporary body, making a few safe suggestions he knew to be to Roland's taste and going out of his way to encourage the more dramatic choices. The final getup was absolutely amongst that second group and the sith was extremely pleased to see it had made the cut once they'd finally concluded their hunt. He was admired what it made of Roland's figure when his sire prompted him, eyes shooting back up to his face with a vacant look before the words registered. "I always have ideas," Gwyn replied automatically. Now, he really had to think of it -- though it didn't take long.

"Will you let me do your makeup?" He said in a rush as excitement flooded him, "I can bring all my things to your suite; it doesn't have to be my style." Indeed, the slapdash, smeared eye looks Gwyn tended to favor would look totally out of place on Roland's distinguished features. He was dying to get at him with the right lipstick shade. "We can have drinks at the rooftop after so you can show yourself off properly. It'd be an utter waste not to be looked at when you look like this. What do you say?"

[councillor-roland]

"I wouldn't be seen repeating outfits on back to back days regardless so yes, we'll need at least a few. For once, I'll actually take your suggestions into account." He smirked a little at the slight dig given how varied their different styles were. Still, Gwyn was right in pointing out they'd rarely get this opportunity so Roland might as well let him influence the choices at least a little. Gwyn certainly had opinions and shared them eagerly as they shopped and Roland was more open to them than he normally would have been though also chose other outfits that were more to his usual taste. He had a good start on a female wardrobe once they were finished and was confident that he'd have clothing that fit and would flatter him for the next few days while he was stuck like this.

Gwyn didn't seem to quite know what to say at first when Roland left the decision up to him and the temporary fae's eyebrows rose. Thankfully, it only took Gwyn a moment to make a suggestion and Roland blinked, considering. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with makeup. He'd been known to throw on some eyeliner for an event, even rouge and powder back in the day and enhancing his mouth sometimes only made sense. Still, it wasn't to any grand extent or a usual occurrence. "I suppose that will do. It'll be distracting, in any case, and I do so enjoy showing myself off. Very well. I'll leave myself in your capable hands, mon petit. I trust you won't make me look foolish."

Bags gathered, he pulled Gwyn out of the store and back into the street. "Do whatever you did before and take us back to the castle. I don't have the patience to wait for transportation, though I suppose I could run." He remembered from having fought fae that they were practically as fast as he was as a vampire. "Your method seems faster. At least in my suite I can put some music on and have a drink." Roland made a slight face at the idea that he'd have to drink regular alcohol instead of blood alcohol though he did have a good stock of it in his suite. He supposed it would give him an opportunity to taste it differently and tried to make it a positive, though it didn't feel like one. "I'm very tempted to get drunk at least for the first day of...this." It was less the female form now, though it was still strange, and the species change that bothered him though that was always going to.