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Magnai Khasar | 265 Vârcolac ⇏ Alpha Master ⇏ Top

[familiar-finn]

For once Finn lacked a snarky comeback, much more focused on getting fucked like he'd always wanted from Magnai. He doubted this would happen again outside of heat driving those base instincts in the varcolac so he enjoyed every second of the brutal rhythm supplying the building pressure in his lower belly. Any words that escaped among the grunts and groans and whines of need were curses and encouragement for Magnai to keep fucking going. That hand in the younger's long hair brought his head down for lips to meet so that Finn could taste his own blood and the aggressive energy he fed on.

"Keep goin'," he breathed out roughly. He rolled his hips in time with the other's pace, squeezed those muscles tight around the swelling heat inside himself. "Fuck, keep fuckin' goin', Magnai, almost fuckin' there."

[magnais]

The kiss was an unwelcome surprise and Magnai punished it immediately (or perhaps not, considering Finn's tastes), biting far too harshly to be amorous on the familiar's lower lip. More hot blood, more fragile flesh between his teeth -- the varcolac came perilously close to biting through before he made himself tear his fangs free again to leave the ruby drops winding down Finn's chin from several new punctures. A pretty sight for the act that had spawned it, for the anger even the brutal fucking couldn't soothe in him. The rage seethed, crackled, clamoring under his skin for somewhere to go.

Magnai slammed himself deep into the demon's hole, pinning him hard to the wall before his hand cracked open-palmed and heavy across Finn's face, barely giving him time to recover from the hit before the alpha's fingers twisted in that tangle of blond hair to wrench the familiar's head back. "You mind your fucking place around me, Finnegan," Magnai snarled lowly, starting to thrust roughly into him again, eyes blazing where they bored into the familiar's, "You beg if you want something. When did I say you could use my name, whore?"

[runeawakening]

The dragon stifled a low groan as Magnai pumped his fist over him a few times, eyes dropping down to watch when he slipped the cool metal ring over his length snugly. It had certainly been awhile since he had worn one of those. He hummed, bland and dull of emotion as the varcolac gave him a vague answer. His question had been bratty, but he had actually been curious. He was already an impatient man, needing permission to do his favorite thing was incredibly insufferable. "I don't like asking," A statement, but not nearly as full of attitude as it would've been if he wasn't in the position to make Rune suffer more than just asking would.

Rune's shoulders shifted at the touch of the ends of the flogger running over his skin, though it wasn't exactly a tension that formed between his shoulder blades. It seemed he was leaning into it, antsy to feel the sting, huffing quietly when it didn't come. "So, more teasing?" He retorted, raising a brow as he glanced at him over his shoulder. The hybrid seemed to hold no nerves or hesitation, simply ready to embrace the pain like he always did. Hell, that damn ghoul had broken his arm first day in, and he had actually complained about getting it healed. A few floggers were surely not going to shift his masochistic view.

This time his command was followed, not out of obedience of course but simply his want to get things moving. Instantly his back was met with the stinging of the raw ends biting at his skin, yelling out mainly from surprise but the pained noise was mixed in with it, audible if the varcolac listened close enough. Pained as it was, it still made his cock twitch excitedly, shoulders rolling as a vague sense of a red mark seemed to form underneath the dark ink of his tattoos. His tongue came out to wet his lips, hands gripping the bedframe tighter, "That all you got?"

[magnais]

Magnai's brow cocked at the blunt remark. "I'm not done when you finish, princess," He responded, the amusement in the varcolac's tone edged with something sharper, "But if you like getting beat enough to shoot off just from that? Be my guest." With the ring on, Magnai might actually be impressed if the dragon could manage it. Rune was brash, but he was far from the first to come at the former Enforcer with that kind of attitude. Age did a lot to cultivate pride. It meant next to nothing once that collar got locked around your neck.

The noise that came out of Rune at the first hit was promising, but barely approaching where Magnai wanted him by the end. He was surprised the slave was willing to let a sound like that out with his brash attitude. Pleasantly surprised. He expected the mouthy ones to try harder at biting their tongue. The lashes bit into Rune's back again before Magnai bothered to answer him, "Going to talk yourself out of where you want to be if you keep that up." He didn't give him an opportunity for another quip before the next hit came, then the next, Magnai keenly interested in the way Rune's skin went luminous between the lines of his tattoos, swelling up into fat ridges of ink. Like filling in a goddamn coloring book.

Lashing like this was nowhere close to a strain for someone of the varcolac's strength, but it still built a pleasant hum in his muscles, a low rhythm of exertion with each heavy thud against Rune's flesh. A rhythm not so different from fucking, from a good, matched fight. He broke it with one last strike much lower than the canvas he'd beat red between Rune's shoulders, the very tips of the flog biting at the dragon's softer sides as they snapped around the curve of his waist. "Cane." Magnai said curtly without a moment's pause, his hand already out expectantly before Rune could even turn to face him.

[merekhopper]

The slave couldn't help the soft noises that were coaxed from him at the way that Magnai rocked his hips, his body instinctively clenching tighter around the master's knot. Not that there was any real need for it, the two of them locked together for awhile longer and the faint smile on Dante's lips made it clear that he didn't mind. There was a steady thrum of guilt underneath the satisfaction that he was feeling, Bastion coming sharply to mind, though he hoped that feeling wasn't something that Magnai would be able to somehow sense. But he couldn't dwell on it -- they'd both known that they'd be with other people this week.

Dante hummed softly and bit down on his bottom lip with a small moan as the alpha's hand pressed to his stomach, rubbing his cum into his skin and the praise brought another blush to his cheeks. It was softened a bit by the way he grinned up at the bigger man. "Wouldn't hear any complaints from me." Dante replied, one hand reaching up to curl around the master's neck, tempted to pull him down into another kiss. It hadn't even been that long and he could already feel his cock hardening slightly, heat always giving him a good boost of stamina. "Might have to give me a couple of minutes, though." Even as he said it, Dante was rolling his hips a little and purposefully tightening his body around Magnai's cock, a glint in the omega's eyes as he stared up at the varcolac.

[magnais]

If Dante let his misgivings show, the alpha was ill-equipped to notice them. All he saw was that playful challenge in Dante's gaze as the younger wolf bore down on him, grunting softly at the ripple of pleasure it sent through him, the keen interest it sparked in his rut even already locked deep in the omega. Magnai let the pressure of Dante's hand on the back of his neck draw him down closer, settling his weight over the other's body with a slow smirk, their eyes not breaking once. "Would I?" He hummed, a hand sliding down the inside of Dante's thigh to grasp his cock, palm still slick with Dante's cum. "Doesn't look like you need couple minutes." He felt good in Magnai's fist, slowly fattening up again, eager to respond to the alpha's touch. Magnai's head dipped to drag his tongue over the reddened marks left by his fangs, irresistibly drawn to them and sucking briefly at the hot skin while he built up to stroking him properly. "Doesn't smell like it either," He murmured as his beard rasped against Dante's throat, nosing at the soft place behind the hinge of the slave's jaw, "You need me to take care of you, pup?"

[thereapernoel]

He was pressed into the bookshelf the taste of blood welcomed though annoyed it was only his own and before he could pull any from the varcolac he found himself facing the wall of those mixed tomes. Some were tools of the trade, others rare first editions, some books he'd never read, most of them worth more than the thing at his back. The suit was less important so he didn't have any complaints when the jacket was removed or the way it was before he was reacquainted with his books. His fingers pulled at the spines of a few dropping them from their home on the shelf giving him something to grip onto as he pushed against varcola's own eagerness when the calloused one started to stroke his own erection. His head rested against his books as the breathless reply left him. "My doctorates aren't in...English or Literature...words aren't my thing...mon petit chien." .

[magnais]

"Might actually believe that if you were ever silent," Magnai huffed with a gravelly laugh, utterly confident in his victory in that moment with the reaper pressing his ass so enticingly back against the swell of Magnai's arousal. He'd anticipated that the raging of pheromones might make the elder more susceptible to him, but this was easier than even the wolf had planned for. The hand not caressing Noel's length rubbed briefly down his back to ruck up his dress shirt, feeling over the knobs of his spine as Magnai recalled the sight of the hybrid unglamoured and looming over him. A vivid image flashed in his fevered mind of that silky tail wrapped around Magnai's fist while he stretched the Noel open around his knot, lust spiking hot in his veins.

"Think I owe you for last time, doctor," The alpha muttered, tugging the other's pants down around his thighs. "Got me twice in, what? Fifteen seconds?" He could still remember the intensity of the orgasms Noel had forced on him, one after the other. "Can't promise to deliver that quickly without magic. But I'll be nice. You want it like this?" He dragged his thumb roughly over the wet tip of the reaper's cock, squeezing firm as his fist slid down the other's length while the fingers still wet with Noel's saliva pressed between his cheeks to find his hole, unshy with how swiftly Magnai pressed them inside, "Or here first, hm?"

[alasdairxbishop]

A sense of very temporary relief flooded through the nephilim once he felt Magnai pull back slightly, giving his throat a break for what was likely going to be seconds, but Alasdair would take any little win he could get. A soft groan left his throat when he felt Magnai's fingers tighten in his hair, wishing he could close his mouth but the gag was making that utterly impossible. The slave wanted to protest, his eyes already watering as the varcolac's cock was pushed down his throat in one rough shove, Dair trying his hardest to keep his breathing steady through his nose as he was told to. Closing his eyes, Alasdair couldn't do anything but let Magnai use his throat, his body tensing every so often as he tried to stop himself from gagging around the thick length.

[magnais]

This one was one of the few instances where Magnai might actually have followed through and knotted the whelp's mouth, just to make sure his jaw would ache for days from drooling around it until the wolf cooled off enough to slip free. Ironically, the ring keeping Dair's mouth open would also keep the alpha from being able to force himself far enough past the nephilim's teeth to do it. One minor blemish on the deeply satisfying sight of the slave's lashes glittering with unshed tears, face mottled red as Magnai built his momentum breaking in that tight throat. "Now he knows how to listen," Magnai growled, grim and satisfied, "Took Kell a lot longer to learn." The mention of the boy's uncle was inevitable now that Dair had shown he was a weak spot. As good as his mouth felt, this display was for training not just Magnai's pleasure. "Still. He was better with his tongue." He held Alasdair down on the next rough thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against the nephilim's ruddy face, "Suck."

[bastionsolo]

The other alpha's face was so fucking punchable. Bastion's blood roared for him to surge up and try to go at Magnai with everything he had, blunted as he teeth and nails were. He felt his beast form prowling under his skin as the grip on his throat tightened, the shadows that lurked inside wanting to be set free so Bastion could lose his mind in a houndish blitz. If he could just access part of his powers, his wolf shape, anything-- the playing field wouldn't be so skewed towards Magnai. But this was not Bastion's reality. He was weak like this and the way his head was throbbing from the impacts and blood loss was a stark reminder that yes, he was bound to lose to an uncollared master.

Eyes blue as a summer sky flashed with molten anger. He willed himself to keep his mouth shut but to be called a coward? His lips drew back as he bared his teeth at Magnai, snarling as fierce of a growl as he could muster like this. He was prepared for more abuse, more vitriol, but what came next had him rearing back. He cursed as he felt the pull of Magnai's power forcing his body to move like a marionette. Ignoring the searing pain from his sluggishly bleeding wounds, Bastion turned over onto his belly. He huffed but he couldn't move out of the position, stuck there by Magnai's will.

"Fuck you," he spat. "Calling me a coward. You're the one fighting a collared wolf."

[magnais]

Fury was practically radiating off of the hellhound beneath him, a rich meal if Magnai had the demonic heritage to feed from it. Even without that, the sight was just as satisfying. Bastion was impotent to do anything but obey him, the varcolac shifting just enough to give him the space to roll over like he'd been bid, much more appealing from this perspective. Magnai snatched at the torn shirt and ripped the rest of it from Bastion's injured back, impulsively dragging the flat of his tongue up one of the jagged trails he'd left in Bastion's skin, still freely bleeding from the exertion of the brief fight. The hellhound tasted like rich char on his tongue, the heat of mingled wolf and demon only sharpening his instincts, the furthest thing from soothing Magnai's rage.

"And you're the one who attacked me with that collar around your neck," The varcolac sneered, reddened fangs flashing as he pulled away from Bastion's wounds, "So what does that make you? Brave or stupid?" He settled on his haunches, weight heavy on the back of Bastion's thighs as he grabbed the other's waistband next. The fact that the hellhound had such a nicely shaped body under the Undercroft's bland uniform felt like a small consolation for the irritation he'd caused. Even his ass was pure muscle, exposed to Magnai's gaze as he tangled the other's sweats around his thighs. He groped none too kindly over the other alpha, claws digging into Bastion's cheeks as he spread him from the master's scrutiny. And the other was wet, after all. Magnai's nostrils flared at the sight as lust struck through him a bolt of levin, obviously lubricant rather than the richness of an omega's natural slick. Someone had made a decent effort to clean up, but it didn't disguise the puffiness of the other's hole, the flush of being stretched and used. "What have we here?" Magnai's voice rasped out low and dangerous as he plunged two fingers unceremoniously past Bastion's rim, hunting deep inside of him, "Is this what you really went after me for? Weren't getting fucked well enough, even by the other masters?"

[thecharleswinchester]

Though it wasn't exactly uncommon to have a master manipulate him around like this, it still sent a spark of heavy arousal through Charlie. Though that might have just been how damn big Magnai was compared to the dragon. As touchy as the slave could be about his height, he sure as hell had a size difference kick and he moaned at the feeling of the alpha's cock against his skin. As much of a smartass as he could be at times, he was quick to follow the order as Magnai tugged at one of his arms, wrapping them tightly around his legs. "Shouldn't take very long." He agreed with a mischievous little grin, wiggling a bit on the bed. "Not with how damn often Raphael has me wear a plug." The ghoul liked his slaves being ready for him all the time, after all.

[magnais]

Magnai wasn't one to pass on so obvious an invitation, not when Charlie had been obedient after all for all his snark. The dragon looked damn good like that too, completely on display for the varcolac's approval. "Think I'm a little bigger than your plugs," Magnai flashed the other the briefest smirk before he bent down and spat crudely against the pretty clench of the slave's hole, thumbing over the wet skin to spread its slickness before he was crooking the digit inside, "But if that's the case..." As hot as Charlie was, sure enough, the muscle seemed to give easily under Magnai's probing touch, walls squeezing eagerly around his finger like the slave's body was trying to draw him deeper. It made his cock twitch in response, hard and impatient between his thighs. He slid his thumb free, wrapping a hand around his shaft to angle himself right and replace the pressure of it with the head of his cock instead. "Stay just like you are, sweetheart," Magnai crooned, starting to feed himself into that enticing heat, a hint of a tease in his voice, "You just say the word if it's too much."

[valentinsocorro]

The moan that tore from him was one he wasn't sure was because of the bite or the way Magnai locked inside him. Heavy eyes nearly glowed in the semi-dark, hazy with the ultimate pleasure of being bitten and filled. Every pulse of release was a gift he greedily accepted, his body clenching and rippling tight around Magnai's knot and length. He huffed out a breath and let his lids close completely as he allowed the bliss of release to echo through him. His mind was blissfully blank, static with drowsiness and the satisfaction of their coupling. The hand tight in Magnai's hair loosened. Valentin's fingers worked through any knots and tangles he found, stroking through gently. He was silent for a few good long moments and after awhile, his hand stilled on the back of Magnai's neck. Valentin could have gone back to sleep, could have dozed under Magnai's muscled body, but he ended up rousing a little instead.

"Am I dreaming, cariño?" Valentin's voice was hoarse and soft. His eyes remained closed. He found them hard to open with Magnai's bulk settled over him, hot from his rut and comforting in a way he would never be able to explain. His hand slid from the back of Magnai's neck to caress the side of his face instead, thumb sliding along the length of a bearded jaw. "This feels... Too perfect. I might not wake."

[magnais]

The silence lingered as long as Valentin allowed it, disturbed only by the low, satisfied hum in Magnai's chest, the rasp of his beard against the elder's skin as he languidly rubbed his scent over him. The carding of Valentin's fingers through his tangled hair suited the scene perfectly for the wolfish side of his mind, a mutual bit of grooming, affection. When the vampire's movements finally stilled, Magnai eased into a few slow presses of his mouth a short distance down Valentin's spine, mapping his way back up to the soft place he favored behind Valentin's ear. The elder would reek of him by the time Magnai left his bed, and the alpha was in no rush to do so. Nothing sounded better than taking Valentin again and again, until dawn gave way to noon and then dusk and night once more.

It took him a moment to register the rasp of words, reacting more to the gentle caress along his face. Valentin still seemed so vulnerable, so tender beneath him. It stirred something profoundly more protective in the varcolac than Magnai was prepared for. Logic demanded that Valentin was stronger than he, than almost any alive who might challenge him. That didn't stop the varcolac from turning his face into Valentin's touch and pressing a hard kiss against his palm, one of his own hands blanketing Valentin's from the outside. "Don't wake, then," He rumbled, nipping lightly at the delicate skin at Valentin's wrist before he released him, the next kiss dropping on the vampire's shoulder, "Rather you dream of me." Magnai circled his hips slowly with a gentle growl, the simmering heat of his rut flaring a little brighter at the pleasure of how the councilman was stretched so fully around him. "Rather you dream of this."

[wingsofduty]

The low whine that echoed from the back of his throat when he pulled out was in protest, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue, the ache in his jaw a comforting reminder of his past. Despite his want to continue even after the alpha had spilled down his throat, he sat back on his heels, panting and trying to gather himself. Unfortunately, the scratches against his scalp, that praise that shot straight to his cock, and the chin lift had him simply smiling lazily up at him.

The only response Magnai got was the 'oh!' as Cash was hauled to his feet, leaning into his muscular frame when he was pulled close. "Well, hey ther- oh shit," He had opened his mouth to say something stupidly flirty, only to be cut off with a moaned out curse when his hand groped at his aching hard on through his sweats. "Y-Yeah, fuck yeah, I loved it," He breathed in response, hips struggling to remain still with little twitches towards the alpha's hand. His hands found his biceps, to help keep himself grounded; which wasn't really true, he just wanted to feel his biceps. "'M so eager," He repeated, nodding enthusiastically, "Eager for a lot of things, anythin' you want."

[magnais]

Magnai wasn't bothered by those unthinkingly little jolts of the slave's hips, far from it, keeping his hand splayed broad over Cash's groin and rubbing rhythmically back against each insistent twitch. The most primal parts of the alpha's mind hardly needed a partner to want him back during a rut, not when he'd sunk fully into that urgent drive to take and conquer. Still, it awakened some other equally instinctive part of him to have someone like the valkyrie squirming and moaning against him, so clearly muddled by his own lust. Compatibility, if only in appetite. Magnai might not be able to breed him like a proper omega but his hindbrain was all too happy to try.

He grinned toothily at the rushed reply, giving Cash one more squeeze before his hand slid from between his legs. "Take the rest off then and get on the bed," Magnai said, chin jerking down the hall that led towards the varcolac's bedroom. Last rut, the scent of the unfortunate Russian omega had drenched his sheets, setting off a rage in the alpha at the slightest whiff of him. This time Magnai had been tumbling as many of his lovers in them as he could, like a catalogue of his conquests. Cash was perilously close to being next on the list; it was only sensible to have his scent join the others. "I'll keep you busy tonight. But since you were so good for me now, you can pick what way I fuck you this first time."

[merekhopper]

"You did." Dante replied, going still underneath Magnai for a moment when the master's grip tightened on the restraints. The omega hadn't even thought to ask if he was allowed to touch or not, though any response he might have given immediately was cut off by a moan of Magnai's name as the man snapped his hips forward again. His lips parted in a whine and Dante's leg tightened briefly around the older man. "I don't remember you giving me that order." The omega replied with a quick shake of the head, even as he held back from touching himself again -- not that he could, anyway, not until Magnai decided to let him.

[magnais]

"Order?" Magnai's chuckle came out low and rumbling, a direct response to Dante's questioning coming right on the heels of that longing little whine, "There was no order, puppy. You asked for this when you so eagerly asked me to tie you up." The alpha kept his pace steady and deep, taking his time savoring the slick tightness of the younger wolf's hole swallowing his girth again with each roll of Magnai's hips. They had all night. There was something deeply appetizing about the idea of stealing Dante from his humiliation in the ballroom for the alpha's own pleasure. "Do you want it badly enough to try?" Magnai cocked his head in challenge, unhooking his fingers from the silk to spread both hands across Dante's hips, holding him right where the alpha wanted him. "Go on, sweetheart. Try."

[imgoin-ghost]

Of course. There had been lots of speculation about who Danny was as an anonymous serial killer. He remembered seeing his kills in the papers. Remembered hearing about them on the radio, then on the television. There was always a little rush of excitement to be known of, to be scared of. He'd been so careful not to collect those things about himself, never wanting to be found with it all. He'd stuck with his box of teeth, designed like a jewelry box so he could nestle each one between rows of velvet so they wouldn't break. His fingers flexed on the knife to think of his box in the wrong hands. He wondered if Magnai had it or if it was still under the floorboards of the apartment he'd been renting when Magnai caught him.

Unfeeling eyes looked down at the struggling man tied up on the table as Magnai spoke. "If I ever get out of this place, I won't be making that mistake ever again," he said, voice cold. He'd only ever really killed an entire family once and not even out of his usual obsessive reasons. He'd done it out of spite and pure meanness. If he got out of Krovs, which was very unlikely, his targets would have to change.

Magnai's smoke filling his nose with the scent of tobacco as he settled in, Danny began to play. The man on the table was at his mercy and Danny had none of it. He opened up his clothes to carve with the knife, to sink it in carefully to places that would hurt by not kill. Every scream was a symphony to his ears, calming him. Fulfilling him. He took his time, conscious of the man's blood loss. Every time he passed out from the pain, Danny examined him to see if any tourniquets were needed before waking him up and starting again. True to his word, he did not kill the man as much as he wanted to. He made no lethal moves.

There was blood dripping onto the floor by the time Danny was done. He was panting from the exhilaration, from the adrenaline. He licked a stripe of blood off the palm of his hand and with the other, adjusted his cock in his pants so that his cock wasn't pressing up against the zipper. "I'm not taking anything else from him," he said to Magnai. "Since I'm not killing him."

[magnais]

Magnai's impassive look made it clear what he thought of Danny's chances of ever escaping the castle, smoke curling around the varcolac's still face before dissipating in the cabin's rafters. No, if the spirit left this place, it was only going to be at Magnai's side. An all together different creature, if he got his way in the end. Watching Danny play with his captured victim, Magnai was growing more and more confident that he would get exactly what he wanted from him. The air in the cabin was swiftly thick with the scent of blood and the human's reeking fear, Magnai suppressing his own flare of appetite in favor of... observation.

Daniel clearly knew his anatomy. His cuts were practiced, intentionally messy or precise depending on the placement, the ghost's obvious excitement never goading him into going too far. Magnai was a stoic audience but he noted these facts with approval, keen interest, the muffled sound of the man's shouts and exhausted, pained groans joining with the crackle of the fire as just another background noise to the ghost's work. By the time Danny turned to him, chest heaving, Magnai had seen all he needed to know. He'd already finished his smoke, tapped out the ashes, slipping to his feet with startling grace for a man of the alpha's bulk. That Danny had looked to him again towards the end, worked up as he was, was also a good sign.

He already had a reward for him. "Good." Magnai stepped closer, holding out an expectant hand for the knife. With a knowing glitter in the varcolac's pale eyes, he held out in his other hand the pair of pliers he'd pocketed from the mudroom on his way in, just an extra incentive for Danny to surrender his weapon. They were old, rusty. Magnai knew the ghost didn't care. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

[merekhopper]

"...Am I to understand here that you don't enjoy me being a brat? Since when?" The pyromancer asked, his tone somewhat disbelieving as he moved just enough to glance back at Magnai. With how well he felt he knew the varcolac, the pyromancer had always assumed that the older man wouldn't put up with him as much as he did if he didn't get some pleasure from Merek being a brat toward him occasionally. Not that he had any real motivation right now to think too hard about it, not with the way that Magnai was still working him open. His hips jerked forward, another little noise escaping the pyromancer at the brush of Magnai's fingers. Merek dropped his forehead down against the bed, a small shudder going through him as he rocked his hips down against the pillow a second time. He shifted his weight a little, spreading his legs more. "I need you inside me already, Magnai, please."

[magnais]

Magnai pinned Merek with a disbelieving stare rather than responding with words when the pyromancer looked back at him, brow arched derisively until Merek broke the tie between their gazes to bury his face in the bedding. That was a sight the alpha never grew tired of. Merek was growing laxer around him by the minute and in truth, Magnai likely could've slid inside him now with minimal issue. But that wasn't the point that night. Merek had worked hard to get himself underneath the varcolac again and now he was going to play by Magnai's rules. "What happened to spoiling you, hm?" A light flicker of amusement actually made it into Magnai's voice, keeping his fingers angled just right as he massaged the pyromancer mercilessly from the inside, watching Merek hump at the pillow beneath him like he couldn't help himself. "Maybe I'd rather watch you come like this first."

[nicotine-noah]

Noah made a soft sound as their cocks ground together, rocking up against the other man for more friction. "Good." He smirked as Magnai agreed to give him what he wanted and nodded at the question. "'Course. Try me out if you don't believe me." The master had other ideas, though, as he grabbed one of Noah's hands and sucked on his fingers. That sight and feeling combined made Noah suck in a breath, imagining the other man's mouth somewhere else and those jagged teeth sinking into his flesh. He shivered and blinked at the challenge, shifting a little as Magnai pushed one of his legs back. Noah huffed a slight laugh. "More than two fingers, that's for sure." Still, he reached down between his legs and started with the two Magnai had slicked up for him, pushing both into himself with no hesitation or any real seeming discomfort. His breath hitched as he worked himself open, rocking down on his fingers with a moan. He quickly added a third finger, rolling his hips to give Magnai the show he clearly wanted. "Feels good, but I wish it was your cock instead..." He groaned, steadying himself with his free hand on Magnai's shoulder, jerking a little as he curled his fingers inside himself and brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Am I gonna do all the work or are you gonna take me soon?" The words were breathless, needy, but more than a little taunting. If they were playing this game, Noah was going to play it well.

[magnais]

It was a pretty show, all of Noah's experience and enthusiasm both working in the hybrid's favor as he worked himself open, sprawled out nicely for the alpha to watch Noah's fingers working as deep inside of himself as the angle would allow. Magnai didn't miss the challenge in Noah's voice either and his eyes glinted with private amusement (and more than a little appetite). One hand slipped between Noah's splayed thighs and as the cambion rocked his fingers out, two of Magnai's were pressing alongside them to join the next push past Noah's rim, stretching the slave open around them both. "Thought you said you don't complain." The alpha smirked, outwardly the picture of cool control though he was betrayed by the impatient push of his fingers, hungry for the feeling of Noah clenching tight around him. Magnai was hovering in the middle of a tenuous balancing act, half-satisfied by the dominance of toying with the slave this way, just as urgently desiring to have his cock buried inside of Noah instead, as many times as it took to satisfy the smoldering heat lingering in the alpha's core. Still ironic to consider Noah was the one whining when the master was ostensibly the one in need. "Not so sure you don't go into heat after all, Carmichael." Magnai ignored the pace Noah had set for himself, curling his fingers deep as they could go, enjoying the rich scent of the cambion's lust. "Say please."

[merekhopper]

The correction was something he probably should have expected, but Dante couldn't help the little grimace in reaction to it. "Yes, sir. I didn't mean it like that." He went quiet as Magnai took hold of his chin, the omega searching the older man's face, trying to get a read on him. The slave didn't think that the master actually knew what had him so twitchy tonight and he didn't seem to be angry with him, so he let himself relax somewhat. He wet his bottom lip at the order and obediently tipped his head to one side, offering his neck to Magnai as the man stepped closer.

[magnais]

At the very least, Dante hadn't totally forgotten his manners. Magnai watched with quiet approval as the omega stilled and eventually obeyed him, palm sliding up to Dante's check as he bent his head to the curve of the younger's throat. There was Dante's own scent, familiar by now, sun-warmed and deep. Fleeting impressions of other slaves, the general muddle of perfumes that filled the ballroom. And an even stronger impression of another wolf. Leather, curling smoke, something dusky and floral. It was almost astringent to Magnai's nose -- another alpha. A rival, his subconscious whispered, or would have in any other scenario than where they were. "You and Solomita come from the same country, so I've heard," Magnai muttered as he resurfaced, his pale gaze seeking the omega's own, "Wolves in the Undercroft tend to either band together or fight. Fancy yourselves a little pack, now that Shenker's gone?"

[valentinsocorro]

It was heartening that Magnai was letting Valentin touch him and hold his hand, to feel the way his fingers gripped back. No, he had not asked anything of Magnai because in truth, Valentin did not want all too much from him. He wanted companionship, wanted transparency, intimacy in the way that only Magnai would give. Valentin did not need to be coddled by a lover. He did not need to be clung to, did not need them to be in his proximity all of the time. He enjoyed what he and Magnai had and wanted it to continue with occasional bouts of allowing Valentin to be soft so that he might not feel the weight of the world on his shoulders for just a short while.

"I just wanted to be certain," he replied, serious. He knew that Magnai would not take commands and Valentin did not want to give him any. His thumb swiped over Magnai's knuckles. He gave another long pause to try and gather his words. Would it be better to verbalize his thoughts right now and get it over with? To 'rip the band-aid off,' as it was said?

Valentin took a very unneeded breath and blew it out slowly. "I do not want to ask anything of you. It is not my nature. But if I were to, it would not be for much. Things... Things have progressed on their own without either of us truly nudging them. I would not change this. I also would not change you. I enjoy you as you are, Magnai. I would not ask for things you could or would not give."

[magnais]

Magnai only really registered the position he'd put them in once Valentin's thumb was caressing over his skin. It was nearly off-putting just by its strangeness, holding hands. Again the varcolac was internally baffled by the fact Valentin had pointed his attachment in Magnai's direction. Such gestures were not in his experience, his instincts. The two of them couldn't fit into the shape of any real... couple. Hence the looseness that had been intended when they'd first embarked on this little arrangement of theirs. And yet, here they sat, and Magnai did not pull his hand away.

The alpha sat with Valentin's words a moment, forehead creased with the draw of his brows. The ancient had said that before, he vaguely remembered, while Magnai had been nearly delirious in his care. That he would not change him. "Do you? Enjoy me, as I am?" Challenging though the words were, there wasn't an accusation or anger behind them. Magnai's scowl was more one of consideration than annoyance. "We disagree too often to be of the same mind. In many things." Shouldn't Valentin recognize that? Or was he just not willing to face it? How close could they draw to each other before the elder was unable to look away from Magnai's full self? They would never even be able to feed together, the wolf was sure. He could almost imagine the weight of Valentin's stare, watching him tear into the living flesh he needed to survive. A strange consideration for a man who had never felt a flicker of guilt for the thousands of lives he'd snuffed out to fuel his own.

[alasdairxbishop]

The varcolac felt fucking huge inside him, stretching him almost painfully, but the slow pace meant it was easier for his body to adjust to the intrusion. He was just glad that he'd spent at least a little bit of time stretching himself, not wanting to think about how painful it would've been otherwise. Dair would keep telling himself he only did it for his own benefit, and that he wasn't just rolling over and taking it. He let out a stuttered little breath as he felt Magnai's hand trailing up his bare back, biting at his lower lip in readiness for what he knew was coming. The nephilim tried to keep his body relaxed as Magnai pulled him back onto his cock, letting out a small noise of discomfort that caught in his throat. The other's length filling him to the fucking brim felt torturous and yet so fucking good all at the same time. "Go s-slowly.. I can't--" he murmured, breathless at how fucking full he felt and unable to even finish his sentence.

[magnais]

The nephilim's protests meant little to Magnai on a standard day - while the alpha was rutting, the words were barely more than noise. Dair was a warm, slick vise around him, right where he belonged: beneath the alpha, at his mercy. There was no reason for Magnai to try and hold back the demanding of his instincts any longer. "You can." He barely gave the nephilim time to adjust to the press of the wolf's thick length inside of him before Magnai was jolting him with heavy, fast thrusts, Magnai planting a hand on the bedding next to Dair's head to brace himself against the weight behind each snap of his hips. He was a hard weight to bear, he knew it, fingers like iron on the nephilim's hip, forcing the slave into a deeper arch. But he'd be damned if Dair didn't feel like pure satisfaction squeezing at him like that, the pleasure of dominating the pretty thing only egging the alpha on no matter what Dair's limits might have been. Magnai would break him to fit the shape of his own lust if he had to.

[thebloodofbriar]

Briar’s blush only deepened, a natural reaction even sober but under the influence it had his cheeks burning much quicker and brighter. He hesitated this time, not because he was scared to answer, but because he really wasn’t sure. “… Both,” His voice was quieter, like it was a secret, “Y’know, Gwyn mentioned something earlier ‘bout not knowing what you like ‘till you everything,” His smile turned into a flirty grin, leaning into him a bit more, “I think you make a great example for that.” He laughed, light and airy, wrapping extra material of the other’s suit jacket around his index finger.

As if reflexively Briar’s back arched forward slightly when his hand trailed down it, teeth catching his lower lip as his ass was grabbed unable to help the way he pushed even closer. He let out a huff of a breath, knowing his question was just to make him say it directly when he felt it was quite obvious what he wanted. “For.. y’know..,” He trailed off, eyes glancing down between them where his thigh cut off the view below the button of Magnai’s pants. Obviously he felt that was the best way to get his point across. This time his question didn’t make him hesitate, he knew exactly what it was. “The thrill of having to watch my mouth,” The very thing he had been so adamantly complaining about to anyone who would listen, “Not knowing what you’d do if I didn’t..,” His teeth dug into his lower lip again harder this time, as if trying to stop himself from saying more. It didn’t work. “Think it’d go a lot smoother this time around,” That was the invitation.

[magnais]

Briar was practically sprawled across the alpha's chest at this point, a promising weight, close enough to smell the champagne on his breath and the light honeysuckle-sweat of his scent from dancing. Magnai's brows only crawled higher at the Seelie's pointed look, the message of it entirely unmistakable, yes, but so blatant and yet restrained at the same time he nearly laughed. When was the last time a slave with Briar's temperament had blanketed themselves over the alpha like this and all but asked him outright for sex? He adjusted himself slightly, held the faerie to him with that one hand as the muscled span of his thigh shifted against him. "Asking me to fuck you, then," Magnai said bluntly, the subtlest smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. He lifted his head from its lean against his fist, cupping Brar's chin in his palm like he was inspecting that rosy flush with a nearly scientific air. "You looking for an excuse to show me how well you can behave now, is that it? Ask, then. Don't be coy."