Lochlan Teairee O'Connor

Werewolf Master Château Overseer 943 Years Young Master of Phoenix Breyer & Gaia Fosini

[lochlan-oconnor]

[the-crazy-underworld-deactivate]

[elena-ligonier]

At least she found her place as a nothing. Good for the little thing. [His tone was one of disdain, not for the guard but for the slave that sat at his feet] Is it yours?

[lochlan-oconnor]

[He can't help but laugh at that.] Nah. My girls aren't behind bars. They also wear their collars. And frankly, you'd have to force them to their knees. [Standing up, he smirks] This one was returned by a... vampire, I believe, a few weeks ago. 

[elena-ligonier]

It’s always amusing to watch them try. And fail.

[lochlan-oconnor]

Some more than others. [Pushing his hands into his pockets, he regards the girl who offers him a small smile, falling slowly to her knees.] I tend to find it far more entertaining in the ones who've yet to learn. [Crouching down, he keeps his eyes on the girl.] This one's been trained quiet. She was a bit of an unruly bitch before she was claimed. 

[elena-ligonier]

Surprisingly…you were even more dull than I thought. Conversation not your strong suit?

[lochlan-oconnor]

No one looks for conversation in here. [He nods towards the quiet girl, eyes peering fearfully up at the Masters.] She knows that. 

[gaia-fosini]

Gaia sat with her back against the wall, hands clasped tightly between her thighs. Anything to help her keep them on her own person and no one else’s. It was a losing battle, like trying to ice skate uphill. She didn’t want to be touched, but she did. She didn’t want to fuck the hunter with the pretty blue eyes, but it took everything in her not crawl over to him on hands and knees and open her mouth to him. The potion made her eager to please any and everyone, anything to get her the release her body so strongly craved. 

Unable to help herself, Gaia leaned forward with every intention of joining the others to do very dirty and depraved things, but her shoulder collided painfully with what she assumed was a statue. A very warm, muscular statue, unwilling to budge from her path. Not that she minded so much. “Lochlan,” she smiled a little too brightly. “It is very rarely a pleasure to see you.”

[lochlan-oconnor]

Feeling the subtle bump against his side, Lochlan instinctively glanced down to see the blonde grinning up at him, eyes alight with fiery lust. Lithe form all but quivering with need, and still she managed to make him chuckle. "You say the nicest things," he replied with a shake of his head and a smile on his lip, in spite of the situation. He could smell it on her, the desire, but he didn't act on it the way he usually would. Hell, had she smelled like this on any other day, he would've had her up against the wall already, his dick drilling her. But there would be time for that another time. Right now, he really needed to keep it together. Stay cool. No interruptions.

Though, if he had to be honest, on this one he had to ask himself what the King's motives were. Yes, he was old and immune to all magic, but he had almost no control of his sexual urges. He wanted something, he took it. He didn't often hold back the way he had to today. Abstinence. No fucking the slaves, though... he'd noticed a few of his employees in the throngs of naked bodies, going at it. He sighed, reaching out to grab Gaia's hair. Yanking it back, he pulled her in, before looking down into her eyes. "You ought to be careful with that."

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

Eva had been in the middle of kissing another slave when she pulled back just in time to sleep Lochlan entering the room. Though it was a struggle, she pushed the younger wolf away from her and made a b-line towards the warden. Her eyes were clouded over with lust, and she wasted no time, her hands running over the hard edges of his body. She didn’t bother telling him what she wanted, Lochlan was smart, he would know. Moving closer, she flattened her chest against his and nuzzling against his throat while he hands words against the pants he wore.

[lochlan-oconnor]

He saw her coming. Could hear, smell, sense her... even if he was looking in the other direction. Hell, he probably should have stopped her before she even reached him, but on the other hand, he'd have to come into contact with her to ward her off anyway; these slaves didn't exactly think rationally. The potion was fun, when controlled - not so much when let loose this way. Things got out of hand, and Lochlan liked things in order. In systems. Still, he looked down at her the second her skin touched his and he growled lowly in warning. "Eva, I have a job to do. There are plenty of slaves for you to get off on." He commented, capturing her wrists and prying her hands off of him - to keep her contained. 

[indxpendentmuses-blog]

"You look so serious, Warden." Liza comments in an airy tone, her gaze following his. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her shorts, leaning back on the heels of her feet as her shoulders find support against the wall behind her. "Does that mean you’re as clueless about what’s going on as the rest of us, or will you be the source of information I so desperately need?" She musters a vague smile, though she’s honestly both a little confused, as well as a lot scared. This whole thing is just… unnerving. 

[lochlan-oconnor]

She was good. She always had been. It hadn't taken little Elizabeth Evermore long to learn how to use the system once she'd awoken in her little cell. Smart, even a little too smart for her own good at times, she'd always had his interest. Unfortunately, his Alpha also had a taste of the smart once, so he'd backed off. Now, there she stood, pretending like this didn't face her, but he could smell her fear, under all the bodily fluids that permeated the air. "It means I know exactly what's going on," he finally told her, looking her over, eyes following every hill and valley of her soft curves. "Only thing I can currently tell you is: don't go outside."

[hannah-moss]

Hannah had never felt this horny in her life. It was an almost foreign feeling. She eyes the man standing in front of the door, surveying him much like a master would survey her. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to have some fun too?”

[lochlan-oconnor]

Eyeing the brunette with a crooked smile, he chuckled to himself. "Go rub against one of your fellow slaves, love." Sliding one hand into his jeans pocket, his eyes left her to graze the rest of the room. The place smelled like sex and desperation - not things he'd usually mind, but right now it was making abstinence a little more trying. 

[lochlan-oconnor]

Lochlan had decided to watch over the slaves. Well, not so much decided as he'd been ordered to by the king, but still. He liked to pretend that it was actually free will. A warden's job was apparently never done, so there he was, working on his one annual day off. Tossing the last of the unclaimed slaves into the king's large basement, he shut the door behind him and allowed his eyes to survey the contents. Some slaves were already writhing on the floor, fucking in heaps. Others, the claimed ones, he presumed, were all but hiding, and more would be coming. Even so, it was less chaotic than the outside world, which was saying something. 

[lochlan-oconnor]

[hannah-moss]

Hannah lurched forward, standing outside of her cage. It was weird to be out, but it was a welcome change. Hannah stood at Lochlan’s side, waiting for him to lead the way.

[lochlan-oconnor]

Suddenly very eager. [He chuckles, shaking his head as he leads the way towards the chateau's outside area. He pushes a heavy iron door open for her, revealing the place. It's a middle sized, prison-like yard, surrounded by iron bars both around and above her] You get ten minutes, Hannah. 

[gaia-fosini]

Mhmmm [She murmurs softly as she moves to exit her cell, taking one tiny step after the other, still not accustomed to being beckoned like a dog. She makes move to say so, but decides at the last moment to keep it to herself.] How will I remember where I am if I’m not being beaten by someone or the other. [His words make her pause. She wants to refuse his offer, her narrowed eyes say as much, but she knows better. He’d be apt to rip them from her and leaver her with nothing.] Fine. [Her tone is clipped and every bit as imperious as when she first arrived. She strips herself of ever shred of cloth, leaving them in a pile just inside her cell. She gives him a look.] Happy?

[lochlan-oconnor]

Well, I am told not to make things too comfortable for you guys. And you don't exactly make it easier on yourself. [He shrugs, a wry smile on his lips. Gaia isn't the most subordinate of slaves. She has a sense of cool superiority about her, truth be told, and it gets on the nerves of a lot of the guards. He watches her, amused by the obvious temptation to deny him. Mostly because she decides in the end to simply do as he wants. Clever girl. Her tone, however, makes him chuckle.] Very. [He gestures to the right.] You know the way out. 

[blood-tiesx]

Stop complaining,

[blood-tiesx]

Her eyes remained on him, but she didn’t move from her spot. She remained propped up against the side of her cell. Angelica wasn’t stupid. It was a closed space, he was older, he could catch her in a second. But those odds didn’t mean she’d make anything easy for him. She wasn’t brought up to. “It might, I’m sure you’ve seen weirder things. It should be a chance you aren’t willing to take.”

[lochlan-oconnor]

[He chuckles, amusement in his eyes] On this, I think the odds are in my favour. [He gradually closes the distance between them, watching her for any reaction that may indicate an outbreak] Besides, what's life without a little risk, eh? [Shrugging out of his t-shirt, he tosses it towards the cage door behind him before stopping half a step before Angelica]

[chokemedown]

[vobludgeo]

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

"So fucking grateful," she snapped over her shoulder at him, keeping her wrist close as if she was afraid he’d try to grab it again. While it no longer hurt as terribly, there was a deep, throbbing ache that went clear up to her elbow. With every step Eva heard him take, she scooted further away, knowing if he so much as touched her she’d probably react violently. "I just want to go back to my cell," she told him, standing up and heading towards his office door. Her eyes were angry, but she refused to meet the warden’s gaze.

[lochlan-oconnor]

He didn't stop her until she tried to pass him on her way to the door. At this point, Lochlan grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a stop, her body colliding with his. His other hand gripped her hair in a swift, firm movement and he yanked her head back forcefully. Distracting her with this move, he simultaneously caught her other wrist and he gathered the two behind her, effectively keeping her near immobilised. Blue eyes caught the fiery pits of anger that currently occupied hers and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Come now, Eva, you're not a stupid girl. You know you never leave my office that way." In fact, you didn't leave his office before you'd been properly fucked. Mostly in the case of slaves, of course, but often those above them as well.