Remember Me For Centuries

Emory Pometti Alpha Gargoyle Slave at Krovs Castle Unclaimed Top HUNG I'm An Alpha With Dragon Blood, Enough Said

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insidemebloodofkings‌:

Enrique could feel the slave’s lust for violence, and he grinned wickedly, savoring the taste of the dangerous emotion. “Mmmm, you’re a wild one, aren’t you, my pet,” he said, returning the other’s growl. They kissed, snarling and grinding, working each other’s sexual appetites into a frenzy. He could sense the slave’s frustration, directed at the collar, and he decided that he wanted to see just how far things could go with this new toy of his. “Let’s just remove this little hinderance, and see what you got, huh, Muscles?” He reached around the slave’s neck, and used the familiar spell of deactivation on the collar, knowing it would give the slave his full potential.

The surge of power that rushed through his veins was instant, eyes flashing their natural crimson of an Alpha with his pupils dilating into their reptilian slits as soon as the power in his collar was deactivated. God, how good that felt. So badly he wanted to shift and go for a flight, but he knew he would have to wait until he earned the trust of another. For now, though, having his full power was going to make this oh so much more fun. With another growl, Emory leaned in and kissed the vampire hungrily, using his speed and strength to take him to one of the playrooms adjacent to the undercroft. Fingernails turned into claws and he began to rip the other’s clothing to shreds, exposing inch after inch of the male’s toned, hairy stomach and growling at the sight. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled as his claws began to rip the fabric of the other’s pants. “Need to see that weapon you’re packing.”

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matteodterra‌:

Matteo looked over, and saw a man with a slave collar on. Not a vampire. Well, that was an improvement, he thought. “I uh… Well. The answer is, I pissed off some guards by half-burying them in the Undercroft during the war.” He laughed, sardonic and without humor. “And I wouldda gotten away with if, if it weren’t for them pesky kids.” He didn’t know if the other slave would get the reference to the old animated show, but in his head, it was funny. Sort of. “I uh… Yeah. They didn’t like it. I guess I’ve been getting extra punishment for it. You… um… You wanna let me down, buddy?” he asked, giving the stranger a weak smile.

The gargoyle barked out a laugh, but not because of the other’s reference - no, he didn’t understand it one bit - but because of the fact that he thought he could bury vampires and get away with it. “Actually, I only think you would’ve gotten away with it had you managed to decapitate them with the Earth, otherwise they’d just emerge from the wreckage pissed... as I’m sure you now realize,” he spoke, small chuckle to his tone. He hadn’t been around during the war, but he had heard what had transpired before his arrival. And he thought it was foolish. But not as foolish as the other asking him to let him down. It was stupid, really, to think that someone would go against the vampires’ wishes, but he could use this to his advantage. “And what do I get out of it if I do?”

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mathias-attano‌:

Mathias sat up and glanced down at the other’s crotch. He could tell Emory was bigger than what Mathias was used to, so maybe he really wouldn’t be able to suck him off, or take him for that matter. “…Okay”, the necromancer crawled forward and began opening the other’s pants. He was a bit nervous about Emory’s size. Mathias may have been able to heal, and he did enjoy pain, but he didn’t want to damage himself. He pulled the other’s length out of his pants once he got them open, and his eyes did go wide at the size. There was a look of uncertainty before Mathias just nodded his head, and wrapped his lips around the tip. 

There were a variety of reactions that Emory received when people first took a glimpse of him. Apprehension, horror, disgust... the list was endless, but all in all, Mathias’ reaction wasn’t at all the worst. Still, he gave him a reassuring nod and he reached down to thread his fingers in the boy’s locks, letting his head simply rest on the back of his head. “Fuck...” he managed to get out, watching the boy’s lips stretch to encompass his cock. “Take your time kid... and only do what you’re comfortable with, yeah?”

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silver-humanxx‌:

Silver groaned as the warm tongue moved across his entrance. His head dropped to land on his arms as the little pink hole puckered. He felt the pressure and warmth of the tongue slid easily into him. “Fuckkk….” His hips pushed back into the the alpha’s tongue wanting more.

If there was one thing that Emory loved, it was drawing out reactions such as this from another man. Hearing the other moan, feeling him push back against his tongue... god, it was remarkable. It was part of the reason he liked to illicit multiple orgasms out of his partners, because he liked the various sounds that they made. His tongue continued to work in and out of the other’s hole, fucking into him like he would soon later do, and his fingers pressed against his arse as his tongue brushed against his prostate with every thrust.

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balerionxtargaryean‌:

“Why leave things to the imagination when you can just tell someone what to do and they’ll do it?” The dragon says with a grin and admires the slave as he undresses himself. “Oh? You would worship me with your mouth? Why would I allow someone as inferior as yourself to even touch me?” The dragon asks him with a cocked brow. “Besides, I already have a merman who worships the ground I walk on, so what would you bring to the table that I don’t already have?”

Oh wow... Okay, so this guy definitely was the kind of creature that liked his ego boosted, and he was one that saw himself as superior. While Emory knew that the man was, indeed, his better given that he was a vampire and a master and he was simply a slave, he wouldn’t go around throwing the word inferior to describe him. After all, he was the famed fighter, Emory Pometti... He was better than most slaves. “I doubt your merman has a cock quite like mine, and I’m sure he doesn’t have a knot, either. Those are two things I can bring to the table,” he spoke simply, moving to let his hands rest behind his back as he let himself hang in all his glory. “Apart from that, I am adept in my tongue and fingers, and I bring men to multiple orgasms before penetrating them. And in a general sense, I’m one of the greatest fighters in the world.” If not the best, but he wasn’t going to state that - he didn’t want to come across as overly cocky. Not like the other, at least.

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councilman-fane‌:

“You are certainly persistent.” he chuckled, gesturing for the other to follow him. He rose a brow as the other mentioned among him cum more than once. He was already sold on the slave, he didn’t need convincing anymore. “You don’t need to address me as ‘sir’ or ‘master’. I refrain from such titles. I find them to be more off putting that anything else.” he shrugged, pulling out his phone he text the head waiter at the bar to request their best table for his arrival. He hated arriving at places unprepared and settling for a table by the kitchen. “You trying to score more brownie points, Emory? What is it you are after, Hm?” he teased, reaching over and unclipping the others collar and pocketing it. “I hate the collars. Ugly things.” he grumbled.

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“What can I say? I was taught to go after what I wanted,” the gargoyle spoke as they began to walk, only to nod as the other mentioned that he didn’t like to be addressed as sir or master. “That’s understandable, but I hope you don’t mind if I do still refer to you as such. It’s just how I was raised, to always be respectful to my superiors. At least, outside of the bedroom that is,” he spoke, light smile to his lips before he felt the male’s fingers brush against his neck as he undid his collar. God, that felt amazing. How long had it been since someone undid his collar? Too long. Feeling the power surging back within him, causing his eyes to flash their Alpha crimson with reptilian pupils, he breathed in slowly before he gave a nod to the other. “Thank you. I’m not unused to going without my powers, but even still, it’s nice to be able to feel the strength of my birthright every so often.”

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councilman-fane‌:

“I couldn’t ask you to that. Because, I’m really not that kind of master.” he muttered, truth was Fane only ever played up to being a master when he was surrounded by other masters, especially some of the asses on the council. He was as submissive as could be, but most councilmen expected him to be more.. Dominant when it came to handling slaves and staff. He watched the others finger before lifting his gaze to the others face once more. “Splendid. Roof top bar or the garden bar?” he asked softly, licking his lips. “Emory, I’ll remember that.” he grinned.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I worship all kinds of masters,” Emory cooed lightly, unable to stop himself from smirking. He could sense the apprehension in the other’s tone, it had him curious... was the man a submissive thing, someone he could turn into one of his bitches? He had a feeling he could, but he would have to take his time. “And I have a thing for making all of my partners cum multiple times.” Even before he penetrated, he made sure he used his talented mouth and fingers to bring his partners to climax a couple of times - and worshiping one’s body was a great way to help him achieve that. And it was a great way to tease and torment his submissives, too. “How about the roof top bar? I’d like a chance to witness beauty tonight... and the moon I’m sure will be quite a sight, too.”

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littleredblu‌:

Blu let out a quiet sigh as he walked in to see the other back in the gym. He’d found their last interaction to be rude and uncalled for - it rubbed Blu up the wrong way. But he didn’t call the other out on it now, it was pointless. Instead he moved to his own bag, and slipped on his training gloves before starting his training. He’d started boxing to burn away frustration at Nikolas’ old claim, but he’d found that he liked it along the way. He was good at it which always helped too.

He trained for a while on the sandbag, before stepping back and grabbing his bottle of water out of his bag, taking a long sip.

Focused on his workout, he hadn’t noticed that the other male had entered the gym. All of his attention and his aggression was focused on the sandbag. Sure, he noticed that there were others in the gym, and he could feel the presence of another nearby, but in that moment, all he cared about was getting his work out in. Throwing a variety of jabs, feeling his fists collide with the heavy weight, he focused on his Krav Maga training, throwing in a variety of moves against the hanging bag.

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hellhound-on-a-leash‌:

He moaned as the strap came down against his toned torso, leaving little burning pink marks up his golden skin. “Madds is part dragon.. He can knot me.” he breathed, “He can breed me, and sire sons and daughters, just not in the castle. Its got a no pregnancy spell on it.” he breathed, shaking his head. “You will still be a good alpha though. I’m sure.” he grinned, unable to see the alpha but know he was watching him. “I crave any alpha when I am desperate in heat, but I have another restraint to turn away those who do not get rough enough.” 

“Oh, but it’s not the same, is it? I can knot whenever I want, and I can get you pregnant without the use of black magic.” That, really, was what he had meant when he had spoken of outside forces. He had heard that pregnancy wasn’t possible in the castle, but as one that was part vampire, he couldn’t father any children without any assistance. Emory, on the other hand, could impregnate the Omega without the need of a witch’s help. “And he’s not an actual Alpha... he may go through ruts, but dragons don’t have the same hierarchy we do... and you must admit... the scent of an Alpha, a real virile Alpha... it gets you going.” Without warning, he was on the bed, knees on either side of the boy’s head as he let his sac dangle just inches from the boy’s nose. “Go ahead... get a whiff. This is what a true Alpha smells like.”

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titus-scanlon‌:

Titus didn’t bother to look up until the blue flower had been placed in his hand, idly plucking the petals off as the witch finally lifted his gaze.  Another slave, though one that Titus hadn’t met before.  It wasn’t that surprising, really – he had tried to keep track of the others when he was down in the Undercroft himself, trying to figure out who would be useful and who would just be a massive pain in the ass.  Since he’d been claimed, however, the witch hadn’t spent that much time in the Undercroft.  There wasn’t much point, considering there weren’t any other slaves down there that he really cared that much about.

“Thanks.”  He muttered, dropping the petals into the potion that he was making before Titus shook his head.  “Nah, not me.  Not really into the idea of demanding someone meet me anywhere.  There was a vampire here a little while ago, though, it was probably him.”

Having been around enough witches before in his life, he was able to tell that the other was working on making a potion - a potion for what, he didn’t know, and his curiosity got the better of him as he stood there. Hearing the other’s words, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’d think a vampire that called for a meal would have stayed where he wanted said meal delivered, but then again... I’m not a vampire... I don’t know what they think.” Perhaps the vampire would be back, but in the meantime he’d stay where he was and wait for a few moments before returning to the Undercroft.

“What kind of potion are you making, might I ask?”

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romanxvasiliev‌:

Roman did not miss the obvious bulge in the man’s pants and instead glided his hand over it and was very pleased by the other’s reaction to his touch. He wondered just how good he would taste blood and flesh alike. His brows lifted as the other spoke. “Fair is fair i suppose.”

Now his brows lifted even more, “You think that would save your hole?” He asked in a surprised voice. He wondered how no one has claimed this man’s hole yet and then knew by the fact the other’s bulge was quite large and those he slept with probably wanted a taste of it in them. He gave an amused look before nodding. “Very well, I shall leave your hole in tact for your master whoever he may be.” 

Of course Emory was no fool. He knew that he could come across a vampire that had little regard for what he wanted, and they could have taken without permission, but Emory was a man that was respectful and one that certainly knew his place in the world. Really, he gave vampires no reason to go against his wishes, and since he knew that his proposition played to their egos... well... he had a feeling it would go over well.

Hearing the other admit that he was okay with that, he gave a nod in thanks. “You have my gratitude, sir... now, where would you like to have this meal?” He didn’t mind doing it right then and there, but he knew that some vampires did like to feed in private.

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councilman-fane‌:

“You don’t need to worship me..” he swallowed, shaking his head. “How about I take you for dinner?” he asked, looking the other over. “We can do more later, but I like to treat the people I bring home, and my fridge is empty.. So I can’t offer my cooking skills unfortunately.” he smiled, pausing before holding out his hand, “I’m Fane by the way. Its a pleasure to meet you.”

“I may not need to, but I want to,” Emory cooed lightly, letting a finger reach between their bodies to trace down the other’s shirt. It was risky, he knew, touching a vampire without their permission, but Emory was bold in a respectful manner. He was quick to apologize if he overstepped, and he only did something if he was more than certain that it would be received well. And given the other’s offer of going to dinner, well... he had a feeling that his sudden touch wouldn’t be seen as a slight. “Trust me, Fane, the pleasure is mine,” the slave spoke, reaching for the other’s hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of his palm. “My name is Emory, sir... and I would be honored to enjoy a meal with you.”

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jolyanherondale‌:

Jolyan had a natural instinct when it came to these sorts of things, to nurture and protect on some level, but it was abundantly clear this man wasn’t prepared to receive it, in any form and he wouldn’t make a fool of himself any longer. His brow furrowed a little when the eyes that looked to him with such displeasure turned reptilian and red. It was clear that he wasn’t welcome and Jolyan shifted slightly where he sat. “Alright, heal however you want.” The wolf exhaled, he was too exhausted to argue at this point and he needed to concentrate on healing himself, even when their collars seemed hell-bent on not letting that happen. It wouldn’t be long before he was called for another punishments and the lashing across his back would be reopened.

Finally it seemed that the other was getting it through his thick skull, and he couldn’t help but snort when he spoke up. “Good to know you can catch on to things,” he spoke as he continued to use the cloth of his shirt to stop the bleeding, checking to see if the wound had begin to clot - and thankfully it had. Setting the bloodied shirt aside, he moved to lay back on his bed, letting his eyes close lightly.

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romanxvasiliev‌:

Roman gave him a small smile, his usual serious face splitting to give way to a smile. He was intrigued by this male. “Indeed. I would hope that I was a man of high caliber.” He continued to caress the other as he watched him. He enjoyed a man with muscles and having them submissive to him was even more a delight. 

“Very good.” He said with a smile as he moved his hand down his back a bit and up again to his shoulders. “I will take from the femoral artery. I agree with the idea of a gorgeous man between one’s legs.” He moved his hand down his chest and over his abs. He kept eye contact with the other as he moved it a bit lower to tease the top of his pants. 

With every touch of the man’s hands, Emory’s muscles tensed and flexed at the touch. Being worshiped, even with a hand, was enough to have his cock beginning to swell in his shorts, already beginning to create an obscene bulge. “Don’t worry, sir... I’ll be sure to suck you good after you’ve sucked me.” Of course, he didn’t think that the other man would suck his cock - most people could only do it for a few moments before he grew to a state of full hardness - but he knew he would suck his blood, and he would definitely suck the master’s cock and give him a sense of pleasure, too.

“I should tell you however, that I am saving my hole for the man that will claim me... as a sign of loyalty to the man, given that I will be giving them something no one else can claim,” he spoke, staring into the other. “I hope you can respect my wishes, sir, and I do not plan to leave you dissatisfied... my mouth is quite skilled, I assure you.”