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"They are." Cairo agreed. "Glad you've made your peace." Because it made his life easier not to have to deal with someone trying endlessly to escape. "Are you making any effort to get out of the undercroft or planning to stay as long as you can?"
"Neither," Elio replied after a moment of thought. "I'm not keen on the idea of being owned by anyone, but I'm also not fond of staying down there." He wasn't sure what the third option was yet, but he knew there had to be one.
"That's one way to put it, yeah." Brendan had moments growing up where he'd felt pretty damn inferior to everyone else in his family, being the only human, but those had been few and far between. "Guess it makes all of this a little easier to adjust to." At least being around supernatural creatures -- not so much the sex slave part, of course.
"I'm not sure any of us are capable of adjusting to such a fate," Elio hummed, glancing around the Undercroft with a grim expression. Though he knew some creatures who had out of trauma or adopting a mindset purely for survival. He wasn't keen on losing any part of himself here.
"Like I said, it's the fucking gesture." He growled already unfastening his pants. The foreplay was watching the other walk his ass to the barn and do what he was told. "Now we're going to play a different game." His mouth moved to the slave's neck as he easily tore way the trousers of Elio's outfit because it was some bullshit the castle gave him. Nothing he cared about. "Hide the bishop." He growled against the delicate skin positing his cock and pushing into the other as his teeth sank into the slave's neck at the same time.
Elio knew it was coming because of where he was and who he was with. This was not too dissimilar to how things went down with Raiden on Halloween. "Don't—" He didn't even have the chance to get more out, words transforming into a sharp gasp. His eyes widened and he cried out when suddenly the councilman was in him all at once, again taking advantage of him right here in the barn. He grit his teeth and shifted his gaze up towards the ceiling, grunting with evrey thrust from the older male and praying it was over soon.
"First time. Well, better make it memorable then, shouldn't we." Shade had some ideas on how to do that for the celestial. "Only on the weekends." He lied about working there. "Paying off my student loans." He added. "Interest is killing me. Less you want to pray for me, but you look real good on your knees."
"I'm shocked," Elio drawled, though a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He expected nothing less from Shade really to focus on sex. It seemed to be where their interactions led so far. Must be that incubus side driving the younger male's needs. "If only I had this collar off, perhaps I could perform a miracle for you."
"Just having your ass on my dick makes me happy." Shade smiled pulling out his phone not having to be told twice as he put in for the celestial. "Any part of you on my dick, really." There was no point denying his thirst for the other since he was already rented as it was as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. He let his glamour fall his claws moving up the bare thigh the short striped shorts left exposed. "Look a whole lot better without this stupid costume on."
Elio snorted, unsurprised by that answer. He didn't shy away from Shade, however, a coy smile playing on his lips. "Then we ought to find some place more private to take them off, yes?" he suggested, already leading the cambion into the kitchen where they'd done this last time. Elio liked privacy on this.
Shade's own claws dug into the metal of the cooler blown away at how good the tight walls of the other's ass felt encircling his cock. It had been too long since he'd been balls deep in his favorite species apparently or maybe being a half demon made it better. He wasn't fucking sure, but he was real happy with the feel of Elio's ass around his cock. His other hand gripped the celestial's hip as he pushed in falling into an easy rhythm with the other enjoying the way his body looked with his dick in it. The sounds of sex filled the kitchen Shade watching the ass swallow his cock over and over until he was finally spilling inside and the white slickness was fucked into the body before him.
Elio groaned and grunted softly as he met Shade's rhythm rocking against him. It'd been a while since he gave into this temptation; even celestials had needs too, well, unless they carried the virtue of chastity. Even then, some of them still had needs under the right conditions.
He wasn't long behind Shade, gasping the younger's name as he came and made a mess between them. His eyes rolled back, the celestila still writhing in between counter and cambion until his orgasm died down.
It was always interesting to have a slave who didn't have some snappy little reply for him, but Stigr often found himself enjoying the ones who didn't try to give him a constant headache. He set his clothes aside once he'd finished stripping and then surveyed Elio, giving him a nod. "Perfect like that." Stigr replied and moved to join the other man on the bed. His fingers slid lightly along the slave's jaw and then he tilted Elio's chin up to kiss him, his other hand moving to push the slave down onto the bed.
Elio followed Stigr's guidance as he returned the kiss without any resistance. He'd consented to this, after all. The councilman thus far had treated him respectably....or as respectably as a man in charge of enslaving others around the globe could. He pushed those thoughts aside as he continued their kiss, a hand in silvery hair, and broke away for air with a soft sigh. A leg hiked up around the older male's hip.
"Obviously not. I could go and find a more willing slave to play with, maybe, but you just make things so much fun." Gareth stepped closer to Elio and smirked at him. "So are you going to be a good boy for me today?"
Elio grit his teeth together tight as he glared daggers at the obnoxious aswang. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to knock into Gareth again. "Let's get it over with," he said with every ounce of excitement he could muster. Which was none.
"Ooh, I love when you get all grumpy on me, pumpkin." Which was fairly common. Gareth seemed to have that affect on people, which would never cease to amuse him. He paused, considered Elio for a brief moment and then moved right into the slave's space. The aswang caught his jaw and yanked the older man into a hard kiss, his hands falling to Elio's hips to start pushing him back toward the bed.
A muffled sound escaped Elio into the kiss, likely one of protest. It wasn't a secret he didn't want to be here in this predicament one bit. But what choice did he really have? Gareth wouldn't leave him alone until he got what he wanted.
He followed the aswang's lead to the bed and fell back onto it, bringing the young master down with him. He hesitated before gripping at Gareth's pants and awkwardly—almost reluctantly—attempting to open them up.
Gareth was snickering a little to himself as he watched Elio react to the sound of his name, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Tempting as it was to say it all over again, he stopped himself. "Of course. What else do you think it would be?"
Elio didn't even bother hiding the roll of his eyes. Predictable. "And you won't leave me alone until I give you what you want, will you?" he sounded exasperated.
Gareth stayed leaned back against the door, not really caring just how long it would take for Elio to give in. It was incredibly amusing just how against the idea of kissing him Elio seemed to be when there were many, many worse things that the aswang could be demanding from him. He couldn't help but laugh into the kiss for just a second as he was yanked closer, though he started to eagerly return it after a beat. His tongue brushed briefly against the slave's, letting his teeth drag against Elio's bottom lip seconds before the celestial pulled away from him. "Look at you, following orders so well." He purred, reaching out to catch Elio's arm, keeping him close. "Almost. A few seconds doesn't count, sweetheart."
"You're a miserable fool," Elio muttered, narrowing his eyes at the aswang. "If you want to keep making out, then by all means, make it happen." Because he sure as hell wasn't giving any more to Gareth than he had to.
"A lot of different types." Brendan replied with a small shrug, crossing his arms as he answered. His parents hadn't been all that uppity about who they all spent time with and the human had friends of all different species. "Parents were a vampire and a witch. My siblings were mostly witches, honestly, though one was a shapeshifter." He didn't see the point in keeping it to himself from other slaves that his father had been a vampire, seeing no reason to be ashamed of it.
Elio hummed softly and nodded. That wasn't an uncommon combination, though it told him that Brendan clearly had been adopted given vampires' inability to reproduce naturally. "It must've been an interesting experience growing up like that," he commented. "Living as a human among so many non-humans."
There was a flash of amusement in the vampire's eyes as he stared back at Elio, finishing off his own drink. Stigr had assumed that the slave would take his time with the drink, to not want to rush into the bedroom, but he was hardly complaining. He started toward the bedroom, figuring that Elio would follow and gave him a small nod. "Get yourself comfortable on the bed. Position is entirely up to you." The vampire started to strip as he spoke, clearly not in any hurry himself.
Elio nodded, following behind Stigr and then doing exactly as he said without any quip or argument. He climbed on the bed, paused in thought, and then settled sitting on it with a slight recline balanced back on his forearms. He was fine with a simple missionary style unless the councilman wanted something else. He'd do whatever pleased his partner. He watched as Stigr undressed before him, admiring the view quietly.
"Like this?" he finally asked.
Raiden enjoyed the way the other's face shifted, despite the way he tried to hide he could see exactly what he was doing, sense it, smell it. The dark rumbling laugh left him between thrusts into that warm heat he forced to welcome him with each and every thrust. "Feel so good angel. Like I said before. You were made for my dick." He was sure to remind the slave because he was, in fact, just a fucking slave.
Elio's sounds filled the room with Raiden's and the slapping of skin against skin. Each grunt twisted his features in discomfort, every gasp filled with hope that the tribrid was near finished, every groan disappointed he was still going. His own cock ached against his inner thigh in response to the older pounding away into him. He didn't dare say anything to further incite the tribrid, just mentally prayed for this to be over soon.
Raiden followed the angel in and looked down at him. "Symbolism lost on you? Wasn't your guy born in a manger in a barn. I know its after Christmas." He said grabbing the other and shoving him against one of the wood walls pressing his larger form against the slighter one bringing their faces closer. "It's the gesture that counts, though isn't it." He bit his bottom lip looking down at Elio's and back into the celestial's eyes. "Like I said, it's the experience." He growled free hand gripping one of Elio's thighs and forcing it around his waist as he rolled his hips agaisnt him.
"You're joking." Elio narrowed his eyes back up at the massive tribrid now that he had the visual where Raiden was going. Unsurprising that most demons made it a habit finding ways of twisting Christianity into their own foreplay with celestials. This was a new one though. He grimaced at the large body grinding against his own stiffened one. "Many scholars say Jesus was born in the spring, not the winter." As if that would back Raiden off.
Raiden did end up finishing sooner than later as his relentless pace never stopped until he erupted into the tight ass encasing his cock filing it until his seed spilled out and down his balls that stilled in the other. Another couple pumps finally followed, now wet and slick as he hummed in satisfaction. "You were made for something." He complimented pulling the celestial back to look down at him. "Perfect fit for my dick." He gave one more thrust into the wet ass.
Elio's excitement of this encounter ending helped him finish as well. It wasn't an orgasm of pleasure, but necessity (or so he convinced himself, again). He couldn't wait to take a shower the second he returned to the castle with the rest of the slaves. He groaned softly at the wet, sticky-feeling, final thrusts into him. "Are we finished now?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at Raiden. He really hoped they were.
"Nice to meet you, Elio." He gave the other man's hand a shake for a few seconds and then let go, crossing his arms. Brendan's attention shifted very briefly to the other slaves around them before he nodded. "Yeah, I am. Though I'm pretty used to being outnumbered by supernatural people. Only one other person in my family was human too."
"What sort of supernatural did you grow up with?" Elio asked curiously. IT wasn't unusual these days for families to be a blend of human and unhuman.
