French Progeny

Jaxon Ollie Gagne, a 275-year-old Vampire Master who is a manager of  Magnum-X over the men and women section & Isak Löfgren's lover + progeny ::  Thorn Haven Resident Currently has claim over 🖛 ✟ OPEN ✟ OPEN ✟ OPEN

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Dina,

While Dina had never been the kind of girl that thrived off and needed to be the center of attention, she wasn’t uncomfortable being in the spotlight or holding someone’s interest for a while. In a club full of vampires, she was well aware that she instantly stood out and would draw eyes to her because of her blood. And where others of her kind had been taught to hide and disguise themselves she had learned how to use how she smelt to her advantage. Living with a vampire for years she knew how intoxicating the simple smell could be. Now if you paired that with showing some skin and being able to move your body, there was no telling what could happen. 

Her eyebrows rose curiously as he whistled, demanding music to be played. Subtly sliding her arms out of her jacket, the halfling waited until she was given perimeters, glad that he was being generous in giving her some leeway by telling her she could dance where she wanted and take her time. With an appreciative nod, she moved out of the booth, counting the rhythm of the music before settling backwards on a nearby chair. Without needing to think much, Dina fell naturally into one of her favorite routines from her stage days. It was fairly modern and she got lucky given that the music had a decent build, making it possible for her to pick up the pace as she used the chair to amplify her moves. In order to finish off big, she added an ending of her own, stepping up on one of the round, single tables and freezing when the song ended. A small smirk grazed her lips for a moment when several onlookers applauded, giving her that amazing rush that came after finishing a number for an audience. God she loved it. 

Stepping back down, she purposefully dragged the chair she’d used over and sat down, this time much closer to Jaxon. “So, whats the verdict?” she asked, trying to stay calm and centered despite the fact that she was of course a bit out of breath and her heart was hammering with nerves. She hadn’t realized just how badly she wanted this before her dance was done. 

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Leaning back, he simply observed the other. Watching her every moment as he he wanted to dissect everything about her. The compelling story that she could tell with her body and her eyes. Jaxon was slightly picky on who preformed on his stage. Yeah, she definitely had an amazing body...even that was something he was picky on - he liked to make sure there were different kind of body shapes on the stage. Just to keep things more interesting. There was slight details Jaxon was attracted to ones that most wouldn’t notice but he definitely did notice. Watching the fae closely, he knew that a lot of customers would be drawn to her for more than just her blood. That yes, even he was tempted to drink from her but his hard gaze was strictly professional. 

Dina’s dance proved she’s done this before and Jaxon couldn’t help the shit eating grin that turned into cement on his features. More especially as she stalked back to him. He didn’t flinch, he stayed leaned back in the booth and his eyes never left hers. Just when she sat closer to him, he leaned on the table to bring their faces slightly more closer to her. Jaxon’s favorite game is teasing...flirting with someone else. Letting the other person think they have the upper-hand on him, then taking that slight dominance away from them when it mattered the most. 

“You definitely got the talent and I know more than just the vampires will be attracted to you.” He stated first, shrugging a little as he went on. “You got my vote but the one that matters is my boss, Xavier.” Every dancer had to go through him, after all he is the owner of Magnum-X. Leaning back against the booth, he lit another cigarette. “I’ll make sure to mention you to him and get you an audience with him. You might want to think up another routine to really wow him to land the gig. If this is what you really want.” 

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Samael,

Pouring the drinks he listed to the protective side of the vampire. Over the years he had learned how protective the creatures were. He learned the hard way how you vengeful a vampire could be when you killed one of his. From that point on, if one crossed his way Samael would always find the complete set and leave no loose ends. It was just better to everyone, for the angel for sure, and for the vampire as well, these creatures were never made to walk alone. 

“So you are the manager and the bouncer. Does Xavier pay you double for that?“ He understood the need for the care, some dancer in the club really moved in a way that one couldn’t help but touch. Not that Samael had ever done it, well, he did, but they all had begged for it. The angel just had a way with words.

The question got his brow to raise “You mean on top of everything you already know about me?” he smirked “I expect you to have a full report, down to the size of my underwear. Anything less and you haven’t done your homework correctly.” now he was just teasing the vampire protective nature, but deep down he respected it. “There isn’t much to know, I’m an open book“ only the book was in a foreign language that no one understood, some pages missing and others not even in the right other. 

“I just want things done my way. I’m sure you can understand that.“

Simply huffing a laugh, there was a small raise of his brow before taking his newly filled glass. “Not precisely. I take protecting them more on myself. Xavier knows they mean more to me than simple money makers.” Some got more of his attention just because he felt the need to offer them a little more protection than the others. The others, he knows could take care of their own - still doesn’t prevent him to offer them a...helping hand in breaking someone else. “Getting a raise, it only means I’m damn good at my job.” He said smirking at Samael over the rim of his glass. 

“Don’t expect me to be spending you some new drawers. Even if I did know what size you are. Seems like that is one thing most don’t know about you.” He lightly teased back. Kind of.  “To a degree.” Jaxon said in the reference of him being an open books, after all he did have to ask around about him just to find out what his name...hell even a few nicknames the dancers say in the dressing rooms. Though he shrugged and nodded before scanning the semi-crowded pub. “I do - things are only done right when things go your own way.” Even keeping to yourself as much as possible, it’s how he’s survived for so many years and will continue for a few more hundreds...thousands of years. 

“How long have you been here? Feels weird being here for eight years and never once really running into you...nor even hearing about you before now.” 

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Silas,

his brows furrowed a bit as the male laughed at him, looking down at the cigarette he was handed. he grabbed it swiftly, nodding his head. “as long as i don’t get in trouble..,” he fiddled with the cigarette. “actually, would you do that? i think it would be quite helpful,” he was mainly joking, though if he actually did it it would greatly amuse the slave. 

he let out a hum, a slight laugh soon following, “so you’re a vampire?” he was still struggling to know just how many supernaturals were gathered in this town. “i just need to sleep, i wish they would give warning so i could’ve taken a nap or something,” it was obvious he was agitated by the whole thing. “it’s silas,” he replied, “what’s yours?” he finally brought the cigarette to rest between his lips, “wanna light me?”

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Laughing when the other wanted him to do the scouts honor shit, Jaxon held up his hand and did it - really just for shits and giggles. He didn’t like to be serious all the damn time, sure, he took most things seriously...especially when he needed to but fuck it’s exhausting. “Scouts damn honor.” He said as he rested his hand back on his lap. 

“Last time I checked for the past 200 and something years.” He said in regards to being a vamp. One that just recently last his maker to...hell only knows. “Well, I would offer to get you some coffee, but I don’t think that will help. Some vamps can walk in the sunlight.” He stated. “Ever been around vampires before tonight?” 

Clearing his throat, he grabbed his light and lit Silas’s cigarette - knowing he’d have to do something to cover that smell before sending him back to his master of the night..hell even before he went back to L’Enfer. “Jaxon Gagne.” He eventually answered. “How long have you been here?”

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Mathias,

Mathias really tried to not roll his eyes, the angel was a sarcastic ass hat at the best of times. Instead of being rude, he turned to face the man in question. Now Being that Mathias was a man of taste, the man was really good looking, so it took a few minutes for his brain to be able to process what the hell was going on.He Cleared his throat and now looked down running his hand through his hair “Funny thing this place is hell” he said with a slight smirk, the old playful mathias coming out just a little, enough for him to smile or atleast pretend to smile.

He laughed  a dark laugh “You want the figurative answer to that or the truth” he said nervously scratching at his arm, That was the way you know you were getting to mathias in one way or another “In shirt ive been here for 30 years” he said digging his nails into the flesh of his arm, not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind him of the pain he’ been through in the last 30 years. That sorta shit stayed with him, every night nightmares plagued his brain,there was no escaping his thoughts when all he could do was drown in them, locked in a cell with no way to contact raz or heaven.  

Jaxon only laughed to himself, it was always fun to watch slave angels squirm and try to act big and bad when they were behind bars. More especially when they called Thorn Haven, hell. What he wanted to say, but didn’t, was that they wouldn’t know they were in hell if Satan himself came out and slapped them with his dick. Still, he kept that to himself and only watch the other crave into his arm with his own nails. A nervous tick perhaps? 

Huffing a sarcastic chuckle he shrugged. “Well, shit maybe you are in hell.” He joked, as he moved away from the bars and stood up straight, tucking his hands in his pockets. “What were you trying to do to your arm, anyhow? Don’t think these guards...or any of the masters are going to take pity on you, do you?” 

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Violet,

The voice was loud and it made it flinch a bit. But the scent was familiar. Looking up and then to her side to catch his face. With her back to him she could just manage to see the face. Jaxon. Her body relaxed against his, eyes closing as she took in the male’s scent. But then the smell of iron hit her. Opening her eyes she found his bitten forearm moving in with blood. At first she recoiled and turned away. The fight still playing in her head. So much blood. Bones breaking, the feeling of her body going numb. 

Violet hesitated, leaning into his touch as she felt his hand in her hair. Slowly she turned and took some of the blood. Lips wrapped around where he had bitten. She didn’t take too much. Just enough to feel her body reacting and healing. Pulling away she quickly used her dirty shirt to wipe off any extra that might have gotten on her. The hound sat there just leaning into his chest. Head half buried in it. 

She didn’t know what to say. How to act. She was sad and frustrated and confused. The event of it all replayed in her head. The way Brandon had looked at her, broke her, the threat he gave her. If you ever come near me, Coco, or our house again, I promise you, I will end you. Her eyes watered. Already red and sore from crying herself to sleep. Gripping his shirt tightly Violet could only cling to him. Would he leave too? Was she going back in the cell? Her face turned fully into Jaxon’s chest so his shirt could catch tears before they fell. “I- I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be thrown in there again.” Her bones were healing, no longer broken. Any of the cuts and bruises fading away. But she was still hurt on the inside. “Thank you.” tucking her entire body as close to the master as possible Violet peeked her eyes up at him. “For coming.”

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People rejecting to drink his blood, no matter the creature - it’s a normal reaction, which is why he knew to be patient with her. The brand was enough to heal infections but clearly didn’t heal her enough. Which his blood would take care of. He didn’t let up, the wound would close soon and she needed it. Jaxon only held up his arm long enough to take just the amount she needed and as he pulled his arm away, the wound did begin to heal. His fingers continued to brush through her hair, especially when she turned her head into his chest. This wasn’t the same Violet he first met, it was the complete opposite and he really wanted to know what happened that made her react such a different way with him. 

Feeling her body tense, listening to her heartbeat pick up and stop at the same time, even the smell of her. There was a healing that she needed to go through that his blood couldn’t help. Securing his healed arm around her, he pulled her close and didn’t give any indication of letting her go. How could two people go from making sexual threats to one another to holding onto one for dear life...wanting to protect them only in a matter of...a few weeks? 

Burying his nose into her hair as he hovered his cheek on top of her head, he didn’t know what to say back to her. It wasn’t like he was going to let them throw her back into the cell, to allow them to beat on her once again. All at the same time - as a master, he knew that her actions needed punishment. Sure in his mind that punishment was well enough served. Though what if whoever put her in there in the first place, doesn’t believe it was? Thus, he needed to know what really happened before making his next decisions of renting her for as long as possible before figuring out the longer step. 

“What did you do, Violet?” His voice was soft and he didn’t dare to pull away from her. He wanted to comfort her but he also needed her to come clean to him about what happened.

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Violet,

The piercings in her nipples added to the pleasurable pain she felt when Jaxon decided to handle her nipples. The roughness mixed with the sweet sensation just threw her further. Her eyes made their way to his. Watching as he continued to enjoy himself while giving her wonderful pleasure. Feeling the second finger the hellhound tried rolling her hips, only to have his lips move. 

Groaning as his words spilled from his mouth like chocolate sauce on a Sunday, Violet kept her grip in his hair as he marked her neck and soon let his fangs sink into her. Moaning as she tugged his hair more, her free arm reaching up so her nails could scratch marks, Violet tightened around the vampires fingers. Heart racing, blood pumping, her body tensed as her head pounded. The orgasm made her head spin, but Violet kept her hand in his hair. 

Keeping him in place so he could drink till her orgasm had finished and her blood had slowed. She wanted those fangs in her until the whole thing was done. By the time he bit her during an actual fucking orgasm, she was sure he would become a regular. Humming contently as her body relaxed under his touch. No way were they done, but it was a lovely feeling, the come down from an orgasm. 

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Beginning to taste the orgasm spill passed his lips, drove Jaxon to plunged his teeth deeper and his fingers moved quicker & harder. Enjoying the taste, the sounds, and the warmth that continued to radiate off of her. Inhaling her scent in, his fingers slowing down before pulling them out and moved them to her clit, lightly rubbing the little bundle of nerves. “Don’t think I am done with you yet hound.” He growled into her ear after a few more seconds of tasting her orgasm through her blood. No, he is far from being done with her - he still has work to do...a reputation to uphold. Thus, he moved up to his knees, unbuckled, and tugged his own jeans passed his hips. Just feeling the less restriction against him felt amazing, though he couldn’t lie and say that being able to feel her around his cock would feel so much better. Leaning down to kiss her, he nipped at her bottom lip - not enough to draw blood but just as a warning that he wasn’t waiting for permission to move his tongue passed her lips just to make the kiss that much deeper and tasteful. He wanted her to come down from her small high but not enough where she wouldn’t be up for a second round either. 

After a few more moments, Jaxon pulled away from the kiss as he moved and secured his hand on her waist to flip her over quickly. Starting to kiss over the deeper bite marks he left on her neck he moved down to the middle of her shoulder blades - just as his hand moved up in her hair, his fingers entangling in her hair so, he could pull back on the few strands that are in his grip. “Let’s see how much you can actually take.” He murmured into her ear, moving his arm around her waist so he could pull her up just enough where her ass was more presented to him. Sitting back upon his knees, he smiled down at the sight before him - perhaps he was enjoying this a little too much but fucking someone into submission was always his favorite thing, especially when they talk a big talk. Rubbing and slipping her entrance with his thumb again, he was making sure she actually was able to take all 8.5 thick inches of him. Jaxon remained on his knees, but he leaned over enough where he could wrap his arm around her waist, reach down and massage her clit once again as he started to adjust and slowly push inside of her until all of him was inside of her. Groaning his curse, he leaned back up just to watch as he pulled out to his tip before pushing back into her. Starting with slow...deliberate movements. 

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Violet,

“NO! Let me go! Stop!” Fighting as best she could Violet found herself surrounded and dragged by a handful of guards to the solitary confinement section of the slave building. Covered in bruises, broken bones, weak and beaten from her punishment, the hound was tossed inside and locked away. Screaming at the top of her lungs she went between sobbing and cursing. Laying on the floor she felt her body shiver as her eyes burned from the tears. Brandon had thrown her away. After her attempt at attacking him, trying to escape, she was now here. Alone, cold, hurt and tired. Iron from her blood, whimpers and screams from other slaves in the cells, stupid guards laughing, some smoking. Her senses were all messed up. She had done the unthinkable. 

Violet had gone against not only Brandon, but in turn Colombia. When the mistress found out what she had done, it was game over. Curling up in a ball the hound silently cried. She drifted on and off from sleep. Her body ached from the pain that was slowly dying out. How long had she been there? She was not sure. All she knew was Brandon’s words as the guards took her away. No outside time, limited food, and a good beating for what she had done. Though he had beaten her badly in their fight, nearly an inch from her life, the guards wanted in as well. Her body was weak at this point, her mind numb, and emotions scattered. 

It seemed like forever when finally the door opened. Flinching as the guards came in and dragged her out tossing the hound to the floor. Shaking she didn’t bother moving or looking to see who it was. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. “H-Home. I want to go home. S-Sorry. So sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands Violet fell silent as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. Part of her hoped it was Brandon or Colombia, but another part hoped she was just being taken back to the cells. Her thoughts while being trapped had come to twist her mind. She had been abandoned once again. Like in her past Violet was scared and terrified. But this time she had no way of getting herself up. “Food. I-I’m hungry.”

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Jaxon knew and heard a lot of people died...slaves were punished for different crimes. Though one of the names of the slaves he did hear getting punished wasn’t one he didn’t think he would hear. He wasn’t completely surprised, even with her brand fully working she was nippy but it is one of the things that drew his curiosity to her...what made it stay on her. Thus, once night took over Thorn Haven, he was quick to L’Enfer - requesting to see the Hell-Hound. One of the guards denied him but the vamp had little to no patience with them. It’s been a while but compelling someone is....it’s like learning how to ride a bicycle. No matter how long you go without riding one, once he pick it back up you’re a pro.  Thus, he was successful in having the guard escort him back to where they were keeping Violet. 

Looking her over, he didn’t know whether to be pissed off at her or at those responsible for the way she looked. Her words, however, only pulled him out of his darkening thoughts. “Leave us.” He demanded the guard, but when he protested - Jaxon’s head snapped towards him growling his demand to leave once again. Though just with a little more persuasion with compulsion. Once he looked back over at the demon, he sighed - all signs of aggression or anger leaving him. 

Making a quick decision, he moved behind her - careful not to move her too much, he laid her back against him before he slid one of his arms out of his jacket sleeve. Biting into his forearm and opened up a wound, he pressed it to her lips. “Here, drink - you’ll feel better.” He demanded her, as his hand hand moved to brush through her hair. 

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Violet,

The rain started to lighten up and turned into a drizzle now. But it was still enough to give sensation pleasure. His hands pushing her legs open, exposing her fully for him to enjoy. Why did she feel like this was a mix of dinner and fun? It seemed like Jaxon would take his time devouring her. But, Violet could not complain as when that tongue moved along her vagina she gasped lightly. It moved so perfectly with her body. He knew exactly what he was doing. Her hands moved to his hair and lightly pushed his head down while also giving a few tugs. 

Violet would need to get out to see this one more. All she wanted was to spend the night riding his face until her orgasms would no longer cum. The hand on her waist was presumably to keep her from bucking and moving under him. Which was torture given the way her body wiggled under him wanting to move with his mouth. 

Her fingers grasped tighter once her clit was given full attention. His tongue seemed to grace every aspect of it and he knew what he was doing. She figured he’d be average. But he was doing pretty above average currently. Her head fell as her back slightly arched, body heating up as it began to feel that familiar sensation. That was all thrown out the window as soon as that finger entered her. With just the clit being given attention her walls clenched around nothing and didn’t have extra sensations. But when that finger was added her walls now clenched around it, creating the friction that had her eyes squeezing shut. Hips desperate for a ride, legs wanting to close, just bury his face in there until she was done. “Fuck..fuck… god damnit!” 

Feeling Violet’s fingers tangle with his hair, encouraging him more - it only told him what right things he was doing. Jaxon never stopped, he enjoyed her reactions, the sounds pouring passed her lips, and above all her damned taste. Supposed even the damned ones still taste just as sweet as any other creature. Eventually, his hand on her waist did move to her chest - pinching her perked up nipple between his index and thumb...rather roughly. Despite his cold skin and the rain pouring down on her body, he could still feel the warmth radiating off of her skin. Right now, every little thing about the hell-hound is completely intoxicating to him. 

For a few seconds he truly contemplated about moving his finger and kissing his way back up to her body. Just to fuck with her more, though even he was too eager to see if her taste got just even a little bit better when she was finally pushed over the edge. Thus, he stayed where he was, added his index finger to more of the fun. Even though his fingers didn’t match the size and girth he really is, still it’s still something for her walls to grip onto. Jaxon’s fingers didn’t move but his lips did, not for taunting reasons but more of just to give her a different kind of sensation. One that she already predicted he wanted. 

“Cum, Violet. You know you want to.” He murmured into her ear before he slid his tongue along the crock of her neck, kissing and lightly nipping until he finally did sink his teeth deep into her neck...again. 

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Silas,

silas let out a slight laugh, unable to help the unsure tone in his voice. he was slightly intimidated, mostly because it was night, and there really wasn’t anyone else around. “it’s okay,” he replied, wrapping his arms around himself a bit. when offered a smoke his first reaction was to nod, god did he need one right now. “is that a trick question? like i say yes and i get in trouble?” he raised a suspicious brow, wanting as the stranger lit his own cigarette. he wet his lips, shaking his head a bit, he wasn’t gonna fall for that.

he glanced down at the spot he patted, hesitant for a moment before moving to sit by him. “it’s kinda dumb, no one told me i wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight so i was too ‘tired’ for him so he sent me on a walk,” he willingly ranted, quickly going wide eyed as he realized what he said. “i… didn’t mean to say that.”

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The other’s innocence was adorable, he couldn’t help the small laugh - he took at one more cigarette and handed it over to the other. “No trick - I’ll even give you a breathe mint so you don’t get in trouble with the other vamp.” He reassured him. Just felt guilty for smoking in front of others. “Do you want me to do the whole scout shit to prove to you I’m not lying?” Which he was serious about doing. He just sounded like he wasn’t. 

Raising a brow at the other, he huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Despite what you may have heard. Vampires aren’t as sensitive as you think.” He said as he cleared his throat, after allowing some smoke he was holding in out.  “I get it. You’re used to a certain schedule, when it gets fucked up - your mind is off put.” After all, it took him a while to get used to the fact of never being able to walk in daylight...least without a ring. “What’s your name?” 

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hound-fromthe-depthsofhell replied to your post “Will you ever claim a slave?” 

oh i uh… i would like that

Will you? Suppose we should have a talk then, shouldn’t we?

[hound-fromthe-depthsofhell]

Should we? B-But are you sure? It is a nice thought.

[jaxongagne]

Wouldn’t have mentioned it if I wasn’t serious, Violet. We’ll talk. Don’t worry.

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hound-fromthe-depthsofhell replied to your post “Will you ever claim a slave?” 

oh i uh… i would like that

Will you? Suppose we should have a talk then, shouldn’t we?

[jaxongagne]

Biggest turn on?

“You’ll find out soon - don’t you worry, eyebrows.” 

[jaxongagne]

Will you ever claim a slave? If so, who?

“I'm not in any rush to claim anyone -- but I do have my eyes set on a few. Violet, Medea, and Xander. All for the same and different reasons.” One same reason is that they can bite back. 

Mentions  🖛 @hxathen | @hound-fromthe-depthsofhell | @angel-xander

[jaxongagne]

What was the last thing that truly made you mad?

“Something that happened hundreds of years ago and definitely something not worth ever bringing up again.” Better luck next time. 

[jaxongagne]

Anon Weekend // Honesty Hour

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Violet,

Bold of him to assume he could beat out any others. Though she was willing to let him try and do it. “We shall see if you beat out the others. Careful though, you might get addicted and crave more of me.” But the more Jaxon gave in to both their desires, the more Violet was slipping under him. Her hand grabbed his arm as she felt his fingers slide right into her. The other moved through his hair, half tugging the other half pressing him into her neck. Those fangs, god those fangs. Her body responded far too nicely to the way they pressed deeper. Her blood flowing so perfectly. feeling the way her heart sped in delight, pumping more to Jaxon, it just aroused her more. Her body shuddered as she felt the edge coming. But then he pulled away. That fucker. How could he? She was right there. 

Growling as she glared at him, fingers still going, only making a sound when his thumb touched her clit. “It’s not you, it’s the fangs.” She corrected trying to throw the other off and hold out a bit longer. Though as his slow movements continued her hips rolled more and more trying to build herself faster. “Why, just why? Come Jaxon. Stop being a wimp and fuck me already. Drain me, just…” 

Violet responded to the kiss with a moan as her mouth easily opened for him. The taste of iron mixed between the kiss and it just had her going even more. Vampires were so good at sex. Gasping against his lips as his fingers twisted and pushed and moved against her G-spot, Violet was starting to feel hazy. fabric tearing and rain hitting her chest, Jaxon releasing her breasts so the cold hit them. Little pink nipples perking. The rain felt great, against their heated moment. Her hands followed him down her body. Tangled in his hair as his teeth made marks. God why hadn’t she found him sooner? She would not be mad to be covered in fang marks today. Watching as he painfully continued to tease her, they spot had her body jolt and thighs just about closing around his head. Oh she had gotten much wetter now. She was sure that by now she was about as wet as she would be if her heat was happening. Curse this man for pushing her buttons easily. 

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The impatience radiating off of Violet only made Jaxon smile to himself. Though he knew she was right about craving more of her. Hell, he was already being careless seeing how there were thousands of things he now wanted to do to her. Thinking about the many nights that he’ll be convinced to rent her and just have their nights of fun. However, that was just something she didn’t need to know - not right now...at least. No, now he was just now trying to push her to feel the same way. To have a craving for him - after all, it would only be fair. Right? 

Feeling her legs move in on him, he could only laugh as he moved his hands on either sides of her inner thighs and pushed them down, holding them further apart. Offering what was between her legs on a fucking silver platter to him. Her simple plead of doing something more than just to tease, made him want to continue the taunt...which is why it was his tongue that slid up her radiating warm lips. Groaning at her sweet taste, he moved one of his hands to her waist but leaned his arm on her leg just to ensure she couldn’t move her legs that much, or at least squeeze them around his head. While his other hand, moved so he could tease her entrance - his tongue and mouth preforming the real...magic. Wrapping around her clit, sucking, nipping and massaging it with his tongue he really could get enough. 

It was something he would hasn’t outwardly admitted but performing oral - it was something he enjoyed the most. Men or women, he was could never get enough of either. Though, maybe it was because he never slept with a Hell-hound before that all he wanted was more nights with her...just to have her taste leave his memory. Soon as his sucking got rougher and the small massages with his tongue got faster, he slipped his middle finger back into her again. Easily finding her G-Spot once again. 

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Samael​,

Samael couldn’t help but laugh at the reason he was presented. It was a valid reason and as a businessman, one he could appreciate. Smart ones always kept and eye on their investments, and for the vampire, his investments were his dancers. Apparently Samael had made a name for himself, and while he wanted to say that he was surprised to find that out, he also knew he was a regular at Magnum-X, and he rarely went for seconds, so all things considered, maybe there wasn’t a surprise there. 

Samael’s brow rose, not sure if the vampire was being protective or territorial, but he figured it would be the first rather than the latter, territorial people didn’t care for other’s eyeing their goods, and since this one made his life out of putting his ‘caterpillars’ to work he figured that territorial wasn’t his motivation “All right. Let’s say I’m not worried then.” It didn’t mean he was flatter either. Like the other had said it was just a business transaction. 

Samael nodded in appreciation to his words regarding his found bracelet “And that reminds me.” he called on the bartender once more only this time he asked for the bottle “I owe you a drink.” grabbing the bottle he pointed to a table in the back “Why don’t you join me? After this past events I’m sure we both could use some… lets say calm quiet time…”

“And I would actually like to hear more about your, what was it that you call them? Caterpillars?“

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Jaxon truly pondered Samael’s offer of buying him a drink, not like he was scared he would poison him but he wondered how good of their conversations would flow. After all, after person events he was left in a rather weird mood. One that’s left him contemplating the last 200 years. Being at someone’s side for over that span of time - you get used to the idea of them never leaving, thus, when he did leave Jaxon... Like he said, he was in a rather weird mood. 

“Who in the right mind would pass up a drink?” He grinned and nodded as he moved down from the stool and followed Samael over towards the table he pointed to. Perhaps he was in need of some changes. 

Huffing a laugh as him moved into the table he relaxed back. “You get to know people for so long, you can’t help but to be protective of them. Especially with what they do.” He simply said as he took a small sip of the drink. “Rules or not - you’re still going to have those asses that try to touch them more with just their eyes. I’ve broken plenty of wrists and hands before - and I will gladly continue to do so to keep them away from as many pervs as possible.” To be fair, it wasn’t just those dancers who were strictly in the mixed section- it was both the Men and Women sections as well. 

“So, is there anything that I should know about you? Seeing how we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other now.”