The Incubus

"He shall crush your head and you shall bite his heel." Mr. Knight I 43 I Vampire I Master of: Danielle Brisby & Harley Roden I Owner of 106.6 Radio Knight I

[pale-wary-mason]

out of Covaire

[dancingbeauty]

Where’s The Devil?|| Aisha & Mason

[dancingbeauty]

It happened within seconds or less. In place of her toy, she found his hard and throbbing dick sliding inside her. The wall of muscles wrapped around him was being stretched, as he pushed more of himself into her. Aisha only did her vaginal exercises as part of her regular and routine workout. As an after effect, it left her unbelievably tight, every time. As he pulled her close, flush against the cool expanse of his body, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Wanting him much closer. Aisha thrust her hip upwards to match his movements, “fuckk” she hissed,and spread her legs wider apart. Oh yes. So much better. She had her arms wrapped around him in an embrace now as she bounced and squirmed under him. Feeling the touch of his lips against hers, she moaned openly into his mouth. It was hard to focus on any one thing besides the way she felt.  

[pale-wary-mason]

“That’s right my dirty little girl... tell Daddy how much you love his huge fucking cock splitting you right up the middle...” {Mason withdrew from the kiss so that he could watch her while his hips rolled into her, watching her hungry little cunt devour all of him with each roll. He enjoyed the way she was squirming beneath him and he didn’t plan on denying her anything but a bounty of pleasure. A hand found it’s way to wrap around her breast and use it as a counter point for his ministrations.}

[aislinghavenhq]

“Peace is a foreign concept to me,” she said with a short laugh as she watched him move about his kitchen. Blood bags were so weird a concept to her when there was a fresh food source right there. Like going to the grocery store when you raised cows for slaughter. She didn’t bother saying anything about it, though, just examined the pink scar and resisted the urge to touch it. “Have I ever told you about my youth? It was… a considerable number of years ago, but I remember it better than I care to admit most days.”

[pale-wary-mason]

“No... we, We don’t usually talk much, ya know?” {Mason wasn’t trying to be an asshole it just sort of spilled out that way. His emerald gaze fell on the woman before he leaned back against the counter. He was tired... infinitely tired and he needed this rest.} “I’d like to know if you’re in the business of telling.”

[pale-wary-mason]

{Mason coughed gently against the mic, husking out his voice. He knew no one could see him but it didn’t matter.} “This is your Darkest Knight, Covaire City, and I’m sorry to kill you buzz for a moment but I’ve got to lay something down for you all. We’ve all had people we couldn’t save and if you wouldn’t mind joining me for a few moments of silence while this next track rolls on through. Think of them. See their face in your mind. This one’s for you, Buddy. I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.”

[dancingbeauty]

Where’s The Devil?|| Aisha & Mason

[dancingbeauty]

Holding onto the vampire, the dancer nodded slowly, wanting nothing more than to believe him. Her mind was lost in thought about Michael when she felt her toy being guided between her folds. With a hiss, she moaned and bucked her hips. One hand at the nape of his neck, gripping his hair.  Her nails scraped against his neck. “Mason” she whimpered. Aisha would have never thought a day would come when she would say his name, and especially not like that. Yet here they were. Naked and intimate. 

[pale-wary-mason]

{The vampire hummed as she gave breath to his name... no, now he couldn’t hold it back any longer. His cock replace the toy in one fluid motion and his hand found the space between her shoulders and held her close to his body. His emerald gaze flashed to hers as he hissed warmly, his hips making one slow inching roll, burying him in her fully to having just barely the tip of his head within her. Her name dropped from his lips like thick honey before he claimed her lips with his own.}

[pale-wary-mason]

Tuff II

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Her head tilted at the word. The simple ‘No’. “Okay.” She stated, fingers lifting and pushing her hair back from her face. Suddenly she felt his arms around her and pulling her once more into his cold form. She didn’t push away, but glanced up at him with a raised brow and an expression of confusion. Then he lifted her and before she knew it, he was on the couch, stretched out on it and tugging her to lay on his chest. His fingers in her hair, she listened to him talk, and suddenly realized why he was upset. Her breath huffed out against his chest in a soft sigh and she stretched lazily against him, before leaning up. Her gaze reading his own. “Well. Did it have to be done?”

[pale-wary-mason]

“He was going to turn her. He took Nephil and her family hostage to be her first feeding.” {Mason’s gaze was a soft as it had ever been, the pain of it all was extremely evident on his features. Emerald hues moved through the room before he looked back down to the woman he cared for.} “I lost Nephil in the Fire... I don’t think he made it out alive. If I could have been quicker, Val! I could have fucking saved him! Why couldn’t I save my best friend?” {It was moments like these when the painful realization that even the most fucked up things Mason did... none of them were monstrous. All of his actions were entirely human... he was more human than most humans ever cared to be. A single tear rolled own his cheek before the vampire looked away.} “Max killed my Grandsire, Valerie. I have no acting bloodline other than myself. I have none of my Kin to call on anymore. I’m alone.”

[pale-wary-mason]

Tuff II

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

She heard his tone, and expected it when he followed her, sighing. She’d simply agreed to avoid the fight, or whatever it was. Reaching into his fridge, her fingers curled around a beer and she popped the top off and turned. Looking quietly at his back. There was a glint of disappointment in her gaze. She’d expected something else, coming here. She wasn’t sure what it had been. Certainly not to be rebuffed, dismissed.. her gaze settled quietly on the scar and she sighed quietly. “Don’t sweat it Mason.” She stated, her tone light, still a bit distant. “I know the drill.” The wolf reached out, quietly pressing her fingertips to his scar, before lowering her hand to mess with the bottle, taking a long drink. She should have known better than to be so affectionate. “I can bail if you want.”

[pale-wary-mason]

“No.” {Mason felt her fingertips against the scar... he’d lost too much already, Not this. He turned and leaned in, his arms wrapping around the petite wolf’s waist and pulled her in to rest her head against his own before lifting her and walking to the couch, laying her down atop him and holding her head to his muscular chest. Emerald eyes stared up at the ceiling as his cool hands began to knead through her red locks.} “I did it. I killed Max. I don’t feel any better... but I killed him.”

[scottishxwolf]

Dec 4th

[scottishxwolf]

Rasmus remembered this one, the one that paid the guard to keep whipping him, and he couldn’t keep the disdain off his face as he was drank in by the vampire. -”I haven’t been whipped lately. Let me guess, your disappointed?”

[pale-wary-mason]

“Oh come on? I’m fucked up but that’s a bit weak. I’m pleased with your progress or your improvement in the scrutiny of who watched you fuck up, Kiddo.” {The fun part was that Mason wasn’t even bluffing. He always enjoyed watching slaves pick up their game... he like to think he may have even been the one to inspire this one. Mason Knight, Ever the artist.}

[pale-wary-mason]

Poker Face II Harleson {Private}

[harleyxroden-deactivated2017072]

Harley headed past him quickly, hoping that he would get the hint and leave her alone. She needed to fine and be left by herself before she blew up and hit him, he was fucking lucky she hadn’t attacked him, with someone else she would have. She sucked in a sharp breath as he grabbed her wrist, and before she could defend herself he had shoved her, sending her reeling back a few steps. Regaining her balance she glared at him, dark eyes shining with her rage as her lips twisted into a sick smile. “Weak? That’s fucking rich coming from a vampire who wants to change his ways.” She spat, a small cold laugh slipping past her lips. “Careful Mason, I’ll push until you get rid of me. I know just where to hit you and I’m not sure you want to push me that far. I am not yours and I will never be.” Her voice was full of venom, the words were a warning for him to back off. His words only made her laugh. “Punish me? The good vampire actually punishes.” The words were sadistic, meant to prod and push at him. As his face transformed she didn’t even blink, he didn’t scare her, she had seen that from other masters before him and they didn’t scare her either. His words were a challenge she was more than happy accept, especially with how pissed off she was. Her fist came up quickly, connecting with his jaw and at the same time she brought her knee up, hitting him in the groin. Stepping back she ignores the protest of pain in her hand, instead just glaring at him. “Fuck. You.”

[pale-wary-mason]

{Mason waited... that fist that connected with his jaw barely shook him, his neck taking all of the shock like a boxing dummy. Then the knee to the crotch had a grunt of pain from him as he cracked his neck and sighed needlessly. His closed emerald eyes opened up slowly before in a blur he smacked her, hard. He had been too lax with her... and now he was paying the price. His other hand wrapped around her throat as he took her back first into the wall with a dull thud.} “You belong to me, My Snow White Queen. Fuck me, huh?” {Another hard slap against the other side of her face and then he noticed... her cheeks so rosy, the unconscious watering that her eyes wanted to do but she held back... She was fucking gorgeous in her flaming halo of rage. He lifted the girl into his embrace and carried her to the desk in a blur, his arms knocking everything off the desk top before he kissed her hard, taking her back down fully on the desk.}

[pale-wary-mason]

Tuff II

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

She leaned into Mason a moment, before the man suddenly pulled back. At his words, Valerie’s gaze shuttered. Seeming to distance a bit. She didn’t act upset or angry though, she just kind of flashed him a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She’d known something was going on. She’d wanted to offer something, a bit of herself. It seemed to have backfired as he chided her. “Gotcha.” She stated simply, not arguing or fighting. Valerie pushed off of the workbench, back to him as she invited herself into his home. “I need a beer.”

[pale-wary-mason]

“Valerie...” {Mason huffed and followed her into the house. This was always a back and forth... he knew that smile. It was one he’d given Yvette a thousand times. He walked into the kitchen and under that light the pink, non raised, burn scar could be seen as he moved to grab his half drank blood bag that sat on the counter. He faced away from the Mistress as he spoke.} “Val... I didn’t mean to. Well, Fuck I don’t know. I’m a bit fucked in the head right now... just don’t take anything I say or do personal, alright?”

[pale-wary-mason]

Tuff II

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

“You know me.” Valerie stated with a flash and a grin. “I’m a greedy girl.” Suddenly, she felt herself pushed fast and poised atop a work bench, his words. Callous.. dirty and rough tugging a grin to her lips as she laughed softly. “You know what they say about kissing and telling.. bla bla bla.” She teased lazily, before her palm reached up and cupped his defined jar, forcing him to face her. Shimmying a bit, her nose brushed his. Lips teasing against his own before her arms slid around his neck and she, surprisingly, simply tugged his large.. cold form against her in a lazy embrace. She knew Mason. She knew him well. She knew him enough to know something was weighing down on him. Cupping the back of his neck, she urged his face against the hollow of her throat, her warmth of her overheated body enveloping him. 

[pale-wary-mason]

“Nice try, Val.” {Mason had more to say but then they were suddenly embracing... it wasn’t something he was used to. He’d gotten in such tenderness rarely, Roleplaying with Sera or with Danielle... though he and Danielle had been on the outs for a month now. He breathed in, catching her scent and then really breathing in the other male’s. From the bar. He didn’t catch his name but he knew the face. He let his head lay against her shoulder for a moment, confused before backing away.} “I don’t even know what to say right now, Valerie. What is this? We argue about love for weeks and now we’re cuddling in the garage like newly weds? Just... try not to switch gears on me that fast, alright?”

[scottishxwolf]

Dec 4th

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Rasmus wasn’t really paying much attention to anyone else in the courtyard, he’d been well fed at Iris’ and slept well, but for some reason, he was still a little tired, but in a place like the Chateau, even tired people, especially humans, had to keep on the alert and the footsteps had his head lifting -”Can I help you Miss?”

[pale-wary-mason]

“If that was your attempt at an insult, Buddy, it was a bad one.” {The whipping boy. Mason smiled at the reference in his head before his emerald eyes washed over the slave who stood locked in the cell. He cocked his head to the side and settled in stride.} “You look much better today. I wonder what it is?”

[aislinghavenhq]

“You have an interesting definition of the word failure,” she said in his ear before meeting his eye in the mirror. She looked at herself for a moment before dropping her legs from around his waist and scooting out from behind him. One joint and already she was acting like a stoned little tart for this guy. She stood on the floor of his kitchen, barefoot, arms crossed over her chest. “It sounds like you have had an interesting week.” She went quiet for a moment, then spoke softly. “Anything I can do to help the situation? I’ve been told I’m relatively scrappy when I need to be.” Understatement of the century.

[pale-wary-mason]

“I’ve seen enough blood for the next hundred years.” {That wasn’t exactly true but Mason was always at least mostly melodramatic.He watched her move and turned to face her. His stony visage wavered for a moment, showing a vast bit of pain for a sliver of a second before he moved again. He grabbed a blood bag from the fridge, and there, on his right shoulder was a blemish in his statuesque beauty. A pink scar, with neither pores nor being raised, where the beam had fell on him. He bit into the thing and drained it pretty quick before throwing it in the trash.} “I just want peace.”

[pale-wary-mason]

Tuff II

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

She could feel the tension winding and curling inside him, she could feel his muscles tense beneath the way her palms brushed them and she flashed him a pretty little grin. “If I got my feelings hurt every time you were a dick to me Mason, I’d be one sad bitch.” She teased, not heeding the warning of the agitation radiating off of her. Her palms on his chest shifted until they stroked around his neck and she was standing closer, fingers teasing at the hair at the base of his skull. When he asked if she missed him, a brow arched and her hip canted. “Maaybe.” She teased, trying to coax a smile from him. “Maybe not.. depends on what you give me to miss you by..”

[pale-wary-mason]

“Well last time I had you screaming just a few rooms away, So what do you want to miss me by this time, Valerie?” {Mason wasn’t entirely ready to give in to the sexual part of the tension he was feeling, but Valerie always made it so easy. He grabbed a hold of her by the waist and in a blur had her ass atop an unbroken workbench. His emerald glare matched in her eyes.} “Should we give the commuters a show? Or do you want me to give you a spanking first because you’ve been a bad little cunt? Who do I smell between your legs, hm?”

[seraphinafrost]

... Then We Should All Burn Together

[seraphinafrost]

It was sudden. One minute she was beside Maxwell and the next there were two men separating them. One of them she recognized. Her eyes went wide as Mason spoke and she went through so much shock she could hardly concentrate on the present danger at hand.

Maxwell was filled with a rage that thrummed through his veins before the vampires were suddenly between him and his prize. Now, he was a fury the world had never seen. “You’re right, I should have.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He pried his attention to the other vampire. “Markus…” he spoke as the vampire circled him. “I thought we had an agreement. I thought Mason would be occupied by now.” He’d made arrangements with the elder of the two, Mason’s grandsire was to be a distraction for the boy. Not assisting him in ruining Maxwell’s master plan.

At Mason’s next words Maxwell’s eyes shifted to the boy, though his sense remained aware of the two of them. How dare he try to take away the one prize he’d coveted all this time. Seraphina was his!

“You think you can kill me? Really?” His eyes were dark with murder and his voice deep with hate. He’d already planned on breaking Covaire’s laws tonight. What was one more law to break, or one more throat to tear out? “You can’t kill me. And you can’t stop me.” His voice grew to a loud roar.  “That girl is mine! No one can take her from me!”

While the boys made threats to one another Seraphina looked to her brothers eyes. He seemed crazed, desperate to join the fight yet wanting nothing more than to be at his sisters side. That shook her from her shock and she managed to speak. “You we’re going to turn me?” her voice seemed to silence Maxwell for a moment. Seraphina’s sea blue eyes really held the waters it resembled as tears of anger threatened to spill. “You were going to turn me and what… run away with me?” She spoke in a louder voice. “Why are we here, Maxwell?”

Before anyone could react a blur shot at Seraphina and hands wrapped around her, one at her throat, the other holding her tightly against Maxwell’s firm chest.

“It’s going to be just the two of us Seraphina. We will be on the run and can’t have any baggage.” Her eyes went wide as she understood what her patron was saying but he continued speaking, his lips pressing against her neck just below her hear. “Your brother and your family upstairs, they’re a danger to us. We have to end them. Your first taste of blood as a vampire should be your own,” he finished, pressing a kiss to her neck. Her world spun and she felt like she might be sick. Not just because of what he was asking her to do, but because of the loud incessant voice screaming ‘You Love Him’ as though it were reason enough to do the unthinkable, blasting the repetition to drown out her own thoughts.

Her eyes shut in pain from the loudness in her mind and whimpers began to involuntarily slip from her mouth as she endured hell.

[pale-wary-mason]

{Mason was dead set on the girl’s patron. He’d soaked the blade of his weapon in Vervain the whole way and Markus was deadly enough with his fists. His fangs dropped at the mention of his own death but his composure was retained... he was the Dragon now. Whatever humanity he had was stowed until he watched the Elder’s head tumble from his shoulders.} “I’m fucked up, Maxwell... but you really think this girl wants to tap her vampire keg with the blood of her Parents and her Brother? Jesus fucking christ you’re sick...”

{Markus just smiled when Maxwell brought up the conversation the two of them had. He wasn’t much older than Max and he didn’t know the other well but he knew one thing...} “That’s just your problem, Maxwell. You thought you could turn me against the blood of my blood. You may have well just called me a sister fucking blood junkie... I’m not saying that that isn’t who I am but just stick with me for a second if that Hollister model brain of yours can. I am no resident of Covaire. I can kill you whenever I want for whatever I want. Also, next time you want me to kill my Grandson... sweeten the pot with more than ‘I’ll give you anything you ask for.’ That’s just tacky.”

{Then the Patron moved... and His fangs were nearly ready to drop into her flesh. In a blur Markus had peeled him off of the girl from behind and then stumbled back... blood was in the air. Markus looked to his Grandchilde and smiled gently before falling back, his heart in Maxwell’s hand. The body collided with the floor and this small basement, in a country Markus had tried his whole unlife to avoid, became his tomb.}

“NOOOOO!” {Mason screamed as he caught, Sera and watched the bloodshed unfold. In blood curdling fury, knowing that the safety plan was now in action, Mason moved in another blur, His large knife in hand and just at the right time, Max turned to see his glimmering death flying towards him. A single clean wet and meaty hack and finally... the patron lay dead on the floor beside the last of Mason’s line. Mason knew they only had seconds and then he heard the fire upstairs... the home had caught flames. Mason had a feeling it’d been getting hot but now he knew.}

“Sera!” {In his mind there was a clear dichotomy of what had to be done. He looked back to Nephil and in a blur Sera was in his arms and he rested her on the lawn.} “I’ll be right back, Sera! I’m going to grab your parents and then your brother, okay!?” {Smoke was pouring out of the windows now and he disappeared into the billowing black cloud. Flames licked up the walls and the vampire took a moment to steel himself... he knew he had Maxwell’s blood all over his face and body but he leaned down, severing their bonds and then rushing them out the door... Nephil.}

{The raven haired man ran down the stairs and  into the basement that was literally consumed in fire... He’d stepped straight into a den of one of the few mortal instruments that could end his immortal life. His emerald eyes reflected that blaze as he met eyes with Nephil and moved to the cage he was in, the bars were hot but Mason began to bend them and then he heard the crack and felt the white hot pain of the flaming beam knocking him to his stomach and then, in a lighting fast roll to avoid being crushed and further burned, Mason watched the cage tip over and the flames rise between them. He tore off his flaming jacket and shirt, the burned flesh would be marked... that he knew.} 

“NEPHIL! NEPHIIIIIIIIL!” {Mason heard struggling but then he saw how near the flames had gotten  to the gas furnace... He had to get out. In a blur, and just before the house was enveloped in a giant conflagration the house exploded, sending the vampire again to a sprawl. Mason looked to the vehicle and pushed himself up, grabbing sera and lifting her to her feet and beckoning to the rest.} “The Cops are going to start showing up, Get in the fucking car!”

[aislinghavenhq]

Enyo took the joint and popped it into her mouth, letting it dangle between her lips as she hopped up on his counter. She grabbed ahold of his shoulders and dragged him towards her, back first, and slid both of her legs around his waist to hold him in place. She let her hands, calloused and warm, knead and work into the perfect alabastor of his skin, pausing only to take a serious drag of the joint. When she was finished with it she took it and placed it against his lips with a quiet sigh before going back to what she was doing. “I went to find Patrick after I claimed him and he was gone. Haven’t seed hide or hair of him in a very, very long time. During the blackout, I hunted again, slaughtered some bitch and fucked some random vampire basically on top of her corpse. I beat the snot out of Valerie for no reason, apparently. I’m just not having a good week.”

Clearly, the weed made her talk a little more than she had planned.

[pale-wary-mason]

{Mason usually wouldn’t let such a display of affection from anyone that he didn’t own but she didn’t have to worry. There were other things after his mind. His emerald eyes stared at her through the mirror at the end of the living room that faced them perfectly. His muscles barely moved... that tension was too deep rooted to be shaken away. He took the joint into his hand and took a drag... and then another, cashing the thing before tossing the roach in the sink.} “The day you saw me on the Cliffside, I murdered over a dozen vampires... some I knew and some I didn’t. I had to save the girl from him and I made a big enough distraction... there shouldn’t be any evidence... then he took her from me and her brother and I hunted them down and he killed my Grandsire and I killed him. I didn’t find her brother after the house caught on fire... something fell. I got everyone but him. I failed...”

“I guess you could say it’s a fucked up week.”

[mistress-milly-deactivated20151]

Tuff II

[mistress-milly-deactivated20151]

“Yeah… I’ve been going off of a blood bag diet recently… haven’t really had any fresh blood. That’s actually what I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. I… I want to try things your way again. I know that part of me exists but… I just haven’t let it go. And I feel like you could help me do that.”

[pale-wary-mason]

“You know that saying it’s ‘my way’ is a horrible disambiguation, right?” {Mason looked her over for a moment before shaking his head.} “You have to choose. Are you a cookie baking sweater knitting grandmother of twelve or a vampire, Milly. No one can be both.”