sinful desire

Gabriel Beaumont. 249. Vampire.

[camillenewcastle-blog]

"I’ll take whatever you feel comfortable with sharing. I have no desire to make you feel uncomfortable or force something out" Camille told him, following his lead as her eyes searched his curiously. Everyone has their secrets, he was no exception and she didn’t want to change that. Messing with someone’s past could bring undesirable things back and Camille didn’t want that; not for someone she was starting to admire.

"Oh, that," Camille laughed, before lifting her chin slightly as they danced. " Don’t let them realize it. Everyone loves their conquests, and getting someone like you to soften might be seen as one. If you show them the opposite, though, the novelty wears off and they’ll simply go.” She stopped for a moment, realizing how useless her words were considering he’d lived for far longer than her. "I’m sorry, I’m not trying to give you a lesson or anything. I guess I know more about people than I’d like."

[gabrielbeaumont]

"It's nice to find someone who isn't hard pressed to delve into the intricate details of my personal life and past," Gabriel said with a sigh, inwardly relieved that Camille hadn't attempted to pester him for more information. People like her and Andrei were the reason why Gabriel hadn't gone completely mad with the population of Sansoria. They were...respectful; quiet. People he could get along with.

A select few in a sea of imbeciles, sadly.

"You make it all sound like a game," Gabriel quirked back, amused. A faint smirk had settled itself ontohis face, and he resisted the urge to shake his head and snicker at her. He hesitated for a minute before holding out his hand for her to take in a friendly dance.

"Well...I suppose there's a first time for everything."

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

[gabrielbeaumont]

Gabriel Beaumont takes the MBTI test and scores. . .INTJ

• INTJ is one of the rarest personality types, and is also one of the most logical and strategic types. • INTJ personalities are often known as "The Analyst" and this certainly applies to monsieur Beaumont.

[gabrielbeaumont]

Personally, I think this is a rather shabby ball in general. Then again, Sansoria isn't exactly known for its excellence in this department.

[hanarichinspiration-blog]

[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

[angeliqueconiac]

[scarlettviola-blog]

Oh, but that can’t possibly be includin’ little ol’ me, can it, stud? I was under the impression that we were gettin’ to be very good friends. Or are you no longer a fan of my company, hmm?

[gabrielbeaumont]

Of course not, Scarlett, you're always an exception. And you know I"m always a fan of your humor and charm.

[camillenewcastle-blog]

"I suppose that makes sense, I’ve felt it occasionally. Only later though, knowing I had the time to actually thing about it. You’ll have to tell me about those parties, I’ve been eager to hear from someone who was actually there. Unfortunately, books don’t answer many questions," she smiled widely, reaching for Gabriel’s hands and tugging him with her. Camille stopped, considering trying to make him twirl and soon realize her arms weren’t long enough to accomplish such thing. "Come, come, don’t tell me I’m that boring. One of us is having fun, while the other is having a little bit?”

[gabrielbeaumont]

"I'll answer most any questions you have about France in the 1800's, so long as it doesn't involve delving too deep into my own personal life and history," Gabriel answered with a slight shrug. That's...a bit on the private side still, mademoiselle Newcastle." He glanced down at her hand when she took his within the clasp of her own, drawing the younger vampire close for a respectable dance; it reminded him of his days in France, where he'd been human and had lived with the high and mighty of his time.

"You're hardly boring, Camille," he said, shaking his head and scoffing. "It's everyone else that irritates me."

[camillenewcastle-blog]

I was, yes. I was presented to both things at a very young age, and although I do prefer the first, it eventually comes as one at times like this. I take it wasn’t the same for you, though? I’ll take one, for now. We’ll work on this arrangement as the time goes. Don’t worry, really, I’m much faster than I was as a human. I’m sure I’ll avoid any missteps and save myself. 

[gabrielbeaumont]

It was the same for me, though in a different sense. Balls at Versailles, parties at large estates...they were things expected of me as an aristocrat, but they weren't particularly things I didn't enjoy. I didn't really...connect with many of my peers, I suppose you could say. At least one of us is having fun, then. So long as you can assure we won't be injured, I have no qualms with a dance.

[andrei--dalca-blog-blog]

I know, Gabriel, and I know I have messed up. But there’s nothing I can do now. I’ll take care of him, and when I leave this place I’ll take him with me. There are no other options.

[gabrielbeaumont]

...You don't have to do this, Andrei. Surely you know that. He isn't...it isn't normal for us to stick around our creations for an indefinite period of time. Mine...tried, but she was unsuccessful.

[mancandykings]

[gabrielbeaumont]

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

[sophiawren-blog]

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…”

[celine-dahltfk]

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. 

[andrei--dalca-blog-blog]

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.)

[gabrielbeaumont]

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?"

[scarlettviola-blog]

You know, this really isn’t all that bad…I’ve never been one to turn down free booze, especially when it’s being offered to me by the royal family. Really makes you wonder what everyone’s gonna end up gettin’ up to once the alcohol starts flowing, mmm?

[gabrielbeaumont]

I plan on having a fantastic night, personally; maybe it'll make up for the fact that I find this castle--and everyone in it--to be utterly repulsive.

[camillenewcastle-blog]

I know, right? Surprising choice of words, but the exact ones I intended to use. I wouldn’t say I’m demanding, just a fast learner. If that gets me to convince you, then it’s more than adequate for the situation, don’t you agree? And yes, yes, I might. You’ll have to actually dance to know for sure, though.

[gabrielbeaumont]

You really seem in your element, at the very least; I take it you were a proficient dancer and partygoer in your human life, mademoiselle Newcastle? I suppose one dance couldn't harm anyone...though it's been a while since I've indulged in the act itself.

[andrei--dalca-blog-blog]

Then you of all people would know that I’ll be smart about this Gabriel. But my past is the only reason I am what I am now, and I do not regret it for a second. I’ve accepted that I’ve made possibly the biggest mistake I could make, and now I will live with that. 

I’m not asking for your help, you’d be a fool to involve yourself in this. But he’s just a boy. I can’t make myself kill him in cold blood. You know it’s a biological instinct. We’re not meant to turn then kill.

[gabrielbeaumont]

I'm not questioning your intelligence, Andrei; understand that. If it were anyone else, I'd hardly give a damn. In fact, I would have extracted myself from the situation long ago. But turning a human in a time of war? When we're fighting against their kind for rights to liberty and freedom? Sacre bleu, Andrei...

What do you do with him now? Treat him as your child?

[camillenewcastle-blog]

You didn’t know me, clearly. As if I’d ever allow you brood in a night like this. What? My wonderful looks, lovely voice and warm way to approach you aren’t enough for you? Not to mention I’m a wonderful dancer too. Think of the perks, my ancient friend.

[gabrielbeaumont]

As if you'd ever allow me? Getting a bit demanding in this relationship, aren't you, mademoiselle? If I allow one dance, will you promise to stop bugging me about it, at the very least?

[camillenewcastle-blog]

If we have to do it, why not enjoy? Right, Monsieur Beaumont? —Am I close to getting a yes?

[gabrielbeaumont]

I suppose that's one philosophy to have, though I've been known to stand to the back and brood rather than dance. Do you think you can motivate me to leave the little corner I've nestled myself into?