Empty Eyes

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vitaly-alekhin​:

Riven was already looking like a beautiful mess as Vitaly’s hand clamped over the fae’s throat, humming with the sensation of swelling in the head of his cock. “First fill….” He muttered before he slammed himself deep within Riven’s hot walls, leaning over the fae as his hand gripped tighter and tighter before letting go for just a moment. A few deep breaths and he leaned down to suck the head of the other into his mouth, cleaning up his mess as he began his thrusts again. Slowly due to how sensitive his own dick was at this point.

Once he was satisfied that the other was cleaned up enough he leaned back and began thrusting once more, looming over Riven as his own hands grabbed the opposing side, fucking him like his life depended on it. “You taste sweet.” He murmured, covering the others lips with his own as his need to fuck the other senseless took over, one hand moving to tilt them up so he could hit every angle possible to see what made the man beneath him really tick. 

With the thrusts picking up again, he slowly jerked Riven in time with his thrusts. “No cumming easy this time. Every time you think you’ll cum, you tell me. I hold it off.” He told the other firmly. One of his favorite forms of play was orgasm control. And Riven was just the right subject to make beg.

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Riven’s desire to submit was only enhanced by the other’s demeanor during the heights of his heat and he leaned into it every chance he got. When Vitaly’s hand gripped his throat, Riven offered it up completely - grinning into the sensation as he heard the other’s warning. As he felt the warm sensation of the other’s orgasm, Riven squeezed down as tight as he could - milking the other’s cock for every drop. He moaned, a thin noise from the hand around his neck but he didn’t move to pull it off, enjoying it all too much. 

When Vitaly took him in his mouth, it was almost too much all at once but Riven bit down on his knuckles - back arching slightly as the hellhound licked his cock clean. “F-uck.” He whimpered, opening his mouth to the other’s kiss when Vitaly leaned up. Immediately submitting into the kiss, Riven tasted his own cum on the other’s lips and greedily licked the flavor from them - kissing him back almost tenderly. 

“You’ll taste it again soon...” He panted, clutching Vitaly’s shoulder as the pace picked up and he felt that pleasure stretch and plunge begin once more. Riven loved it, the movement of it - the slight twinge of pain that came with each deep thrust inside him. He wanted to be filled to the brim, he wanted to leave with the other man’s load leaking out of him and he knew Vitaly never disappointed. 

“... I hold it off.”

Riven nodded at the other’s command, his mouth parting at a particularly deep thrust. “Yes...yes, daddy.” He grinned, rolling his hips into the thrusts the other was giving him. “Harder.” The Fae demanded, almost pleadingly desperate. “Harder, harder, harder.” 

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garethbradbury​:

“Lot of masters seem to be doing the same.”  Gareth himself could be a little stricter on his slaves, namely Finn, though he’d eased up somewhat during heat week.  Less of a headache to deal with when he was feeling all kinds of wound up currently.  It wouldn’t be as fun like it usually was to wind up the familiar.  His own gaze shifted briefly to the door before focusing back on the slave, a small smirk dancing around the corners of his mouth.  It would hardly have been the first time he’d fucked a slave in their own master’s bed, but better to be agreeable right now.  “Suppose I should try and avoid pissing your master off in any way, so sure.  Playroom.  After you.”  He gestured ahead slightly.  “Name’s Gareth.”

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Riven smiled at the other man’s name. “It’s a pleasure, Master Gareth.” Pulling the door shut behind him and making sure it was locked - Riven adjusted his grip of his tea and began down the hallway, sipping at it as he walked. There was a part of him that insisted on smalltalk but he shut it down - assuming that if the other man wanted his opinion on something, he’d ask. It was always wise to stay silent unless spoken too; Master, slave or anything in between. 

But Riven hadn’t been lying and the playroom was only at the end of the hallway. They arrived quickly and he let himself in - holding open the door for the master respectfully. Once they were both in - he shut the door and set his tea down on a nearby table before glancing at the man with a bright smile, folding his hands in front of him politely. 

“I’d normally ask a few questions concerning what you’d like but given it’s heat week - I’m assuming you’d like to just...get to it?” Riven raised one eyebrow, chuckling to himself. “If I have that wrong, I do apologize, sir. But uh...” He glanced about at the playroom; “Where would you like me? Or how, rather?” 

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king-marcus-cove​:

   After months the vampire had finished his research and finally created the potion. All it was missing was the other’s magic. Marcus was a bit drained due to how much magic he had used. The last time he used this magic was one of his battles, protecting his people and kingdom. It had taken a lot out of him and he knew that he would have to put some research on hold for a few days until he recovered. The male had poured the potion in a small glass, the potion clear and beautiful as he saw the other walk in.

“Here you are my handsome Riven,” he spoke voice warm. One could tell and see the tiredness in the vampire’s voice. “I know my message was all mysterious but, here it is.”

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He’d been enjoying the dream though he wasn’t entirely certain what it was about. Being shaken awake by the hand of another slave - Riven blinked the sleep from his eyes as he gazed up at the other boy, a quirk to his brow. There was speech, something being said to him. “I’m sorry...” He rasped, his voice still thick with sleep. “...what was that?” 

“Your master. He’s requesting you down in his lab.” Sitting up a little more, Riven nodded to the other and watched as he made his exit. Alone, he contemplated pulling the blankets back over his form and falling asleep once more but he knew Marcus wouldn’t be sending people to wake him up if it was something frivolous. Up and dressed after a few moments, rubbing the tiredness from one eye - he began to make his way down to the lab, yawning when he entered. 

The sight of his lover brought a wide smile to his features and he paused as the other addressed him, gesturing to the glass sitting there. Riven’s mouth went a little dry at the sight of it. “I...” What had Marcus meant? Surely not...

Riven took a few steps closer, a look that could be confused with fear spreading over his face. “...is that?...Is that it? Like...it?” Beyond belief, Riven’s fingers trembled as he took the glass from the other man - clear, briny fluid sitting still. Almost like water but thicker, more viscous. For a moment, Riven imagined it to be acid. It served a similar purpose, didn’t it? Burning something away? He had wanted nothing more until this moment and now that he stood there - he was unsure if he could take the next step. Terror seized but he didn’t let it show - he just stared. Stared at the way it moved, the way the light caught it. The way it shimmered. 

“I...” He looked to Marcus, his eyes red with unshed tears. “Before...” Swallowing, his sleep-laden thoughts immediately sobered. “Before I drink this. Before I...” He knew he had to say it. He had to make sure it was known. But they’d been down this road before, hadn’t they? Thrust into the future during that mess with the first vampire - this event was old news. “...Marcus.” He started; “You have been a treasure to me and...I hope I have been a pleasing slave to you. After I take this I...you know it as well as I do, I...I will be different. If the person that comes out of all this ends being someone you dislike, just know that the me that is standing before you never loved anyone more.” It felt like a goodbye. 

A farewell. A step off the ledge. Or perhaps a bullet to the brain. Riven moved the glass to his lips and opening his mouth; he tipped it back. 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

The hellhounds chuckle was deep. Rumbled through him. “Your wish…” He placed both hands on Riven’s shoulders then. “My command.” And with that, his slow thrusts began to pick up to hard and demanding pounding rams into the other’s ass. “You’ll get filled. More than once. I send you home reeking of me.” A hand left his shoulder to smack against an ass cheek as he watched Riven bounce off his cock. It was nice to feel the heat clenching around him, it was relieving his tension as he leaned his head back, continuing to pound away.

It was always his goal to make sure whoever he was fucking would remember him. Whether they left burned, bruised, or covered in cum, they would remember him. He wiped off the rest of the items on his desk, pushing Riven onto the oak as he did. Soon enough he would have the other on his back, wanting to watch the other hit the edge. 

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The Fae had to admit, Vitaly never disappointed him. When he felt fingers wrap around his slender shoulders - he knew he was in for it as the first thrust met him hard, stretching him wide. A muffled cry pulled it’s way out of Riven’s mouth; slack-jawed and gasping. At the hellhound’s promise, Riven could only nod as more thrusts met him and they soon set into a quick pace and rhythm. Feeling the taller man’s balls slap against him with each slam of his cock - Riven rolled his hips into every thrust, squeezing down and trying to milk Vitaly’s dick with every movement. 

As his desk was cleared with a sweeping arm, Riven leaned into Vitaly’s movements - allowing himself to be repositioned until he was on his back. Fingers curled around the edges of the desk, his head thrown back. Wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips, Riven’s moans were turning louder as he was pounded out. “Yes, yes, yes...fill me up. I want it. Fill me up...” His voice was half-broken into sighs and gasps, his whole body shifting with each thrust inside him. His own cock lay against his lithe abs, the tip weeping precum all over his navel. Every time Vitaly’s cock brushed his prostate, the Fae’s cock would twitch and jump and Riven’s moans turned into whimpering cries. “I’m gonna...you’re gonna make me...cum...” He warned. 

At a particularly deep thrust, Riven couldn’t hold on any longer. A cry ripped from him as his back arched and his aching cock unleashed a flood of cum all over his stomach. Even as he rode through his orgasm, he kept squeezing and milking - pulling Vitaly against him with his legs. “More, more, more, more...” He pleaded, almost as desperate as one would be in heat. 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

At the flick against his slit, the hellhound let out a feral sounding growl. Riven would get fucked good once they were through with this part of the dance. He watched as the other worked his length, dripping from Riven’s vigorous effort. “Grateful you consider me worthy.” Vitaly murmured before he watch the other stand up.

Watching Riven bend over, Vitaly’s eyebrow raised as he walked closer. Stroking himself, he stood just behind the fae, clearly the other eager for the hellhound to fill him up. Wiping the head of his cock on the other’s entranced, still perfectly slathered with spit, Vitaly stroked his length a time or two more before he teased by allowed his cock to push past the tight ring, but only just. “What kind of breeding would you like?”

A slow push in, inch by inch and Vitaly watched the other. “Slow… steady.” Pulling up, he did that a few more times before his hips suddenly shot forward, ramming the fae into the desk. “Or should you leave here with brusies.”

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Bent over, Riven shuddered when he felt the man move to stand behind him - anticipation boiling in his gut. He tensed at the sensation of Vitaly’s cock brushing past his hole, his voice heavy in his ear. At the first push, Riven bit down hard on his lip. That first, delicious stretch both felt like a sting and release all at the same time. Reaching behind him, he caught Vitaly’s hand in his as he leaned down - pressing his forehead into the desk as he tried to get used to the man’s girth. 

Vitaly kept speaking, his cock slowly plunging inside him - filling him up in the best of ways. That aching stretch continued until he felt the man bottom out, giving a few more slow, shall thrusts. When the quick one came, Riven could do nothing but let out a hissed moan - his mouth slack from pleasure. “Fucking...” He grit out, his voice thick. “Bruises...” He rocked his hips back once, trying to get the hellhound deeper inside him. He glanced over his shoulder. “Make me cum from just your cock. Fill me up till your cum’s running down my thighs...” Riven loved heat week.

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king-marcus-cove​:

   Marcus moaned as he fucked Riven hard. It had been awhile since he had fucked the handsome male like this. Aggressively and rough, he knew that by the end of this Riven might be broken but it’s a good thing he could help male recover. He wanted to fuck the cum out of Riven, he wanted the whole forest to be filled with his moans and screams. He growled kissing Riven holding the male before kissing their neck and shoulders. Eyes red that showed the other side of Marcus, that dangerous side which was wild that he kept in control. He let it out, fangs slowly touched soft warm skin before sinking his fangs into the male and drinking from Riven as he fucked them. 

“You are my mine,” he growled lips stained red as he kept going. Giving the other wanted they wanted and giving into the pleasure he.  

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Riven’s whole body shook with the force of each of Marcus’ thrusts. Sweat dripped from him and he had since lost the capacity for words, his voice having turned to moans and pleasured half-sentences. His arms went weak and his chest was pressed into the ground as Marcus kept up his unrelenting rhythm. The fae loved every moment of it, gasping at each plunge of his master’s thick cock into him. Feeling stretched, almost too full - he rolled his hips back at each movement that man fucking him made. 

Hauled up into the vampire’s arms, Riven gasped as the cock inside him gained a new angle whilst the fangs pierced into his neck. Leaning into the bite, Riven reached up - holding Marcus to his throat, a low moan rumbling in his chest. “I’m gonna...” He panted, breathless from sensation. “Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum...” He warned, trying to hold off on his orgasm until Marcus was ready to fill him. 

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garethbradbury​:

Gareth didn’t make a habit of touching slaves that belonged to other masters.  It saved him a headache just in case any of them proved to be the possessive type, but that caution often went away as soon as heat week hit.  He could have stuck to his own suite, with Bradley and Finn and the rented Silver to keep him preoccupied for most of the week, but he’d managed to exhaust both Bradley and Silver and had figured that Finn had his own people he wanted to see during heat.  So he just grunted softly as he stepped closer to the slave, barely resisting the temptation to press him up against the wall.

“You belong to Marcus, don’t you?”  Gareth’s voice didn’t hold any real interest as he asked the question, breathing in deeply.  Fae.  Good.  “I’m not looking for your master.  More interested in taking you up on that offer you just made.”

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Riven’s mouth upturned into a small smile as the man drew closer. At the question, Riven nodded once - the smile never faltering. “Indeed I do, though he gives me a rather generous leash.” He watched as the man’s nostrils flared, as he no doubt inhaled his scent. Riven wasn’t blind to what the smell of his blood did to vampires - indeed, he counted on it more often than not. 

He glanced back towards the suite, closing the door and locking it as the other man spoke. “Well...” Riven let the syllable hang for a moment; his gaze shifting down the hallway to his right. “I’m glad I could pique your interest. There’s a playroom just down there, if you’d like. I’d invite you in...” He gestured to the door to the suite. 

“But...what we’re probably going to get up too would be rude to do in another man’s bed, don’t you think?” He licked his bottom lip, already imagining. “Shall we? I’m Riven by the way, sir.” 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

As Riven pulled him in, Vitaly growled, tugging Riven’s hair to pull him back, then push his head down and hold it there for a moment. “Oh you wish to choke? Allow me to help then.” He braced his hand on the wall, grasping Riven’s hair more tightly in his hand before he began thrusting with a purpose. “Go on, choke on it.” The way Riven’s spit began to slather him only further pushing him to fuck the other’s throat with intent.

“Always so eager to be a hole for service aren’t you?” If he wasn’t careful, at this rate, he would cum right down the Fae’s throat but he wanted to be sure the other got what he came looking for too. And Vitaly had every intention of bending the other over his desk and abusing his other hole. “Should we keep choking you or should I bend you over and break the desk?”

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Feeling those hands gripping his hair, his mouth being used - Riven loved every second of it; sucking greedily every time Vitaly’s cock pushed its way into his throat. Hearing the other’s words, taking his dare to heart - the Fae smiled around the thick slab of meat in his mouth; his hands gripping the other’s hips tight. 

At the first, real thrust down his throat - Riven moaned. He thankfully didn’t have much of a gag reflex but his ease of breath vanished. Focusing on breathing through his nose as he let his throat be used as a fucksleeve by the taller man, Riven’s own erection was straining against his pants, a dark spot forming right where the tip was. 

“Always so eager to be a hole for service aren’t you?”

Riven pulled off at that, lines of thick spit strung between his lips and the thick dick still in his grasp. Stroking, working the shaft - Riven grinned up at Vitaly. “Only for some...” He said with a slight cough before wrapping his lips back around the head, sucking loudly - flicking his tongue just barely inside the man’s slit. Wrapping his other hand around Vitaly’s shaft - he kept up with a decent stroke along the shaft; gently sucking at the head while he gazed up at that man. 

At the next question, Riven responded by flattening his palms against Vitaly’s thighs and swallowing him down to the root one last time before standing up, wiping the spit from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Please, I need it.” He all but whimpered, pushing his pants down to the middle of his thighs and bending himself over the desk. Reaching back, he ran his middle finger over his tight, pink pucker. “It needs a good stretch and breeding, doesn’t it?” 

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king-marcus-cove​:

  Marcus was always one to be in control, holding back but at this very moment he did not want back. Hearing Riven beg for him to fuck him and use him made him smile and he was going to give the male their wish. Marcus normally took his time but right now he was not going to do so. Cock hard and twitching wanting to be inside the male, wanting to fill and breed them. “Fuck…you are so fucking perfect..” he growled his eyes filled with lust and desire. Which also reflected on his voice. “Daddy loves you with all his heart and is going to fuck you so hard and fill you to the brim.” he spoke moving the male for a better position before inserting his massive cock into Riven moaning in the process. 

“Fuck….. you are always so tight for daddy,” he moaned as he pushed himself as deep as he could. Pushing until he was walls deep and his large size poking and hitting those special spots even before he started fucking the male. Marcus started moving his hips, he did not start slow but fast and aggressive as he pulled the male closer to him and kissed their shoulder as his speed became faster. 

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There was pain for only a moment as he was entered, his back arching as the moan ripped out of him. Riven loved the feeling of being filled, of being fucked by his daddy and the second he was given a chance to relax - he let out a shaky sigh. Kissing the blonde vampire, he whispered into his lips. “Yes daddy, please fill me up. Wanna be all yours.” As Marcus gave the first thrust, his thick cock stretching and striking his prostate - Riven cried out, clutching around his master’s shoulder. 

Rocking into the next thrust, the Fae was left gasping from pleasure as Marcus immediately set off into a blistering pace. Rolling over onto his hands and knees, needing to be taken as rough as the other was willing to give - he leaned into the kiss placed against his shoulder, his breath a panting mix of pleasure and pain. 

His chest pressed into the blankets, Riven raised his hips a little higher, spread his thighs a little wider. “Yes, yes, yes...” His voice was a blurred mess of moans as the master pounded him out. His own cock swung with each hard thrust - drops of precum leaking from the swollen tip. He knew if Marcus kept up such a pace, he’d cum himself without even being touched once. 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

Riven was always so ready to play. It never failed to leave Vitaly wanting to utilize the other in every way his brain could think of. Humming, he looked down at Riven as he teased over his cock and clicked his tongue, tsking the other as it were before he gently maneuvered the other’s chin and let the head of his length glide along the other’s lips. “You’re asking for trouble.” He mumbled before he pushed the head past the others lips and into his mouth.

The warmth surrounding him was enough to have his eyes rolling back for just a moment as he stood there, a hand carding through Riven’s locks appreciatively before his hips pulled back, then pushed forward again. The rhythm would find itself as Riven proved to be the best toy in the world, a willing receiver for him to stuff full of his length. “You have no idea how wonderful this feels, now.” He groaned before he pushed into the fae’s throat for a moment, holding him there. Pulling back, his rhythm would settle into that motion. Some slow normal thrusts, before burying deep in the other’s throat for a moment, two.

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Feeling the head of the taller man’s cock brush against the edge of his lip, Riven grinned. “Trouble’s fun.” He chuckled before opening wide as Vitaly slid into his mouth. Lips tightened and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, loud and wet - tasting every inch of him. Leaning into the feeling of fingers in his hair, Riven lifted his hands to Vitaly’s hips - bobbing up and down along the man’s cock. 

As the hellhound began to pick up a rhythm, Riven matched each thrust with a swallow of his own. As his head was held in place, that delicious, velvety cock dipping into the back of his throat - small, wet gags rose as Riven tightened the walls of his throat. As Vitaly pulled back, Riven moaned - loving the feeling of being used. Each and every thrust was met with an eager mouth, desperate for more. Peering up, Riven’s lips stretched wide over the shaft - he purposefully pulled Vitaly closer, swallowing down around his dick with one, swift movement. 

Throating him as far as he could, spit collecting against the hellhound’s balls - Riven shifted a hand to gently caress his sack - encouraging faster movements. His gaze turned almost daring. He wanted his throat fucked. He wanted Vitaly to use him. 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

Vitaly heard it, insinuated with every punctuation that Riven used and his eyes slowly drifted up, glancing over the fae. “Is not nice to play with my feelings, Riven. That’s how you wind up implanted into wall.” He teased as he met the others gaze, giving him a small grin. That’s when he watched the other get up and head for the door. Now he could have let Riven just walk out. But of course, that other option was so much more fun as he moved to shut and lock his office door.

“I find it is a waste to not utilize all of your best assets.” Humming, his hands grasped at Riven’s ass, spreading his cheeks through his pants and rutting their hips together slowly while he let his lips ghost over Riven’s skin. “Let’s start with your mouth…. it’s always been a fun one for me.” He expressed as he leaned back, unbuckling his belt. “And then I’ll use your favorite on, fill you right up if you’ll let me.”

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Vitaly never failed to deliver on the reaction Riven was looking for and when the hellhound glanced over to him - the Fae had the most innocent look on his face as he kicked his dangling legs the same way someone would when sitting on a cliff. “Is it not? What happens if I keep doing it?” May as well plunge off said cliff. “Will I get punished by you, Vitaly?” His smirk grew wide. 

When the other man moved in front him to lock the door after Riven had made his little teasing play at leaving - his eyes glanced downwards towards the other’s hands as they moved to his hips, his mouth curved into a smile. “And we don’t wanna waste anything, do we?” Chuckling, he leaned into the touch the other gave him - grinding his hips back against the doctor’s. 

Hearing the distinctive sound of hands on a belt buckle - Riven kissed the taller man - a fleeting, nearly chaste peck to the lips before he dropped to his knees. “Feeling the need to breed? We’ll have to see, I suppose...” He drug the syllable out, hands moving up to curl around the other’s waistband. With a sharp tug - Riven pulled the garment down to Vitaly’s knees, grinning as the man’s cock swung out in front of him. 

Lips parted, hovering over the head - Riven chuckled once more before glancing up with expectant eyes. “Well...are you gonna utilize my mouth or not?” 

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king-marcus-cove​:

   Marcus was expecting a reaction like this from the other. He was glad that he was able to give Riven this gift and freedom. No one deserved to suffer like the male had. Marcus could not imagine not able to remember things and being alive for over six hundred years, there were so many memories both good and bad that he did not want to forget. “”I do mean it. I finally found the solution to breaking it,” he smiled ensuring the other as he felt their emotion through their kiss and their touch as they held so close to him.

“Don’t worry. Daddy will make sure you never forget this. He is going to breed and fill you up,” the vampire smiled his eyes red and fangs out as he kissed the other’s neck. “I want to breed you not in the water but some place more special,” he spoke carrying the male and taking them to special and beautiful spot. With his snap of his fingers soft blankets covered the ground as he place Riven down and kissed the male, making out with them. 

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To know he would be whole relatively soon was both liberating and terrifying. Riven wasn’t entirely certain what word to stick to it other than anticipation. Would he like his memories? Would he like the person he used to be? What was the breadth of it all? He knew he was old but how old exactly, he couldn’t be sure. Would it all come rushing back? Would it be fragmented and he’d have to put the pieces back together himself like some sort of mental jigsaw puzzle? But the questions - as rapid as they were, faded under the touch of his master. 

Hiked up against Marcus, carried from the water - Riven leaned into the kisses to his throat, baring his neck for the vampire to bite should he wish. Beforehand, Riven had never been much for being fed from but since Marcus - he’s learned to enjoy the sting it brings. “Yes, daddy...” He moaned into the kiss - sighing as his back met the ground, covered in luxurious fabrics. Glancing to the side, he tangled a hand in the silk - wondering what sort of magic it was that could conjure such things. Wondering if he too at one point had understood such things and might again. 

Thrusting all thoughts from his mind, he shifted so his arms were wrapped around his master’s shoulders. “I love you, I love you, I love you...” He whispered, nearly panted as Marcus kissed across his body. Wrapping one leg around the vampire’s hips, Riven pulled the other against him - needy and whimpering. Reaching between them, he gripped his master’s cock - stroking it. 

“Please daddy, fuck me. Please, please, please...” 

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garethbradbury​:

It seemed that Gareth was creating a bit of a routine with this heat week, spending the majority of the time keeping Bradley and Finn busy.  Once he’d worn them both out, the lamia went in search of someone else to occupy himself with, his own heat tending to make the master even more restless and demanding.  He stalked through the corridors of the castle, not entirely sure what he was looking for and trying to keep his head with the smells and sounds of sex everywhere.  Gareth finally settled on someone and moved toward them in long strides.  “You.  Come here.”

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He’d slept in late. Waking up sometime around 1 PM, Riven rolled over and stretched - instinctively reaching out for his Master but finding his bed empty. Opening bleary eyes, he sighed to himself - knowing that Marcus never left early without good reason and there must’ve been something important that took his attention. Pushing himself up into a standing position, he went about pulling on some clothes for the day and making himself a mug of tea and a muffin before heading outside of the suite. As soon as he stepped out, he narrowly avoided a number of staff who were busy passing by - delivering orders and requests to other suites. The number of people suffering from heat was known to the Fae and he watched as some slaves were being delivered to help alleviate the midday rush. 

Sipping at his tea, he turned to head down the opposite end of the hall when he heard the voice call out to him. Blowing on the steam rising off the top of the mug - he glanced up at the man with a polite smile. At the demand in the other’s voice, Riven cocked his head to the side and took a few steps closer. “Oh hello, sir. Is there something I can help you with? If you’re looking for my master - he’s not in at the moment. I could tell him you came by if you’d like...?” Reaching the other man, Riven’s brows drew together. 

“I...sir, do you happen to be struggling with heat today? I can offer some assistance, if you’d like.” 

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masterxhunter​:

On any normal day, Hunter would probably roughly fuck a slave at least once before he actually reached his suite or a playroom, but for some reason he wasn’t feeling as sadistic as usual. Perhaps that would change once they actually reached his place, but he felt like he just needed something a little.. lighter than his usual pace.

As they headed up in the elevator, Hunter raised his eyebrow slightly at the question. He really was a very good slave. “C’mere,” he murmured, gesturing for the slave to move closer, taking hold of the back of Riven’s neck once he was close enough to reach. The vampire pulled the slave in close, lips brushing against the other’s. Without another word, Hunter kissed the slave, savouring the taste of the faerie as he deepened it, his free hand slipping down the back of Riven’s pants. “Normally, I would fuck you right here, right now..” Hunter murmured, his fingers slipping between Riven’s ass cheeks to his hole. “But I’m testing my patience out tonight,” he added, smirking against the slave’s lips as he let his finger tease the tight little entrance. “I’m going to enjoy this later,” Hunter purred as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding!

“C’mon,” he said as he quickly pulled away and headed down the hallway to his suite, letting the two of them inside.

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When the Master bid him closer, Riven was quick to follow the command and when he was grabbed, he couldn’t stop the shudder that followed. Held close enough to feel the vampire’s breath against him - Riven fought against the urge to simply kiss the man. As fingers encircled the back of his neck and Hunter pressed his lips to Riven’s - the Fae melted into the contact; immediately yielding to the kiss. 

Shivering as he felt that hand begin to snake down the length of his spine; Riven opened his mouth to the other - submitting into the kiss fully, a moan hissing it’s way out of his chest when that finger touched his sensitive entrance. “You certainly still can if you wish, sir.” Riven grinned against the other’s lips.

“But I’m testing my patience out tonight,”

The very thought of what awaited him brought a shiver of anticipation to Riven’s form. “Then I’m happy to be your test subject tonight, sir.” He meant every word. He had a feeling this particular master knew what he was doing. As the elevator slid to it’s stop and the doors opened - Riven followed after the master once he’d been let go; rubbing absently at the skin of his neck. Despite his eagerness - he was a little nervous, but that was always the case whenever a new master took interest. 

As the man reached the door to his suite and let them both in, Riven politely waited for the master to enter first - holding the door and closing it behind him once Hunter had made his way inside. Folding his hands in front of him - The Fae walked a few paces into the suite, looking about. It was always so interesting to him to see the individual hints of personality each Master utilized when having his suite decorated. Each one was always different and held at least a few clues. Turning to face the vampire, Riven’s face was upturned into a bright smile. “Where do you want me? Or...how do you want me; if that question serves better, sir?” 

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vitaly-alekhin​:

Vitaly was in a rather tense mood. All day in and out, people suffering from heat, and doing stupid things in the ward and he had to just take it. So paperwork came and went across his desk, leaving him rubbing his face with his hands towards the end of the day when he heard footsteps approach and sighed. Lowering his hands, he watched as Riven came in. “You have impeccable timing.” He murmured as he looked down at the files left before him. “Is heat week. Shouldn’t you be hiding somewhere? Bottoms are now the prime targets.” It was his usual level of teasing, but he couldn’t help in remembering how often Riven had been a welcome “distraction”. 

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Riven had always liked Vitaly, ever since he’d arrived at the castle but he rarely had reason to actually go and see him. More often than not, Riven simply didn’t need the services of the infirmary but that didn’t stop him from occasionally going by to cause mischief or offer a helping hand where necessary. He liked helping people, regardless of what the actual situation was. He could spare a guess at what Vitaly was going through when he arrived. 

The Fae stepped into the office with a small grin - glancing outside the windows to the other slaves who’d come by for suppressants or some other aid. He was glad he didn’t have to go through it to be certain. “Don’t I always?” He teased, sitting down in the chair opposite the other, resting his chin in the palm of his hand - dangling his legs over the arm. 

“I could be off hiding, I suppose though I do think my potential assailants would be in for a very nasty wake up call should my master hear about someone touching me without my say-so.” Riven chuckled, winking at the Hellhound with a seductive grin. “He lets me do as I like. Who I like. I get to be picky...” Riven drew the word out, eyeing Vitaly with a very obvious amount of interest. 

“So I dunno. I just thought I’d stop by and say ‘hey’.” Riven pushed himself to his feet, turning to head back to the door with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Thought you might...need a hand or...some other part of my body but you’re clearly very busy and I wouldn’t want to interrupt...”

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king-marcus-cove​:

   Riven was important to him, Marcus was known for keeping clam and rarely showed anger and even other emotions. He knew it made it hard sometimes for others to what he was feeling but that was the way he was. He does have his way of showing others he cared about by the way he treated them and how protective he was of them and Riven was no different. He would do anything for the male and which was why he had been locked up and hidden in his lab. “This surprise will give you a certain freedom from the fears that you have to forget things,” he spoke softly. “You never have to forget anything again soon. All I need is your magic to complete it,” he added his voice still a whisper as the other looked at them. 

“You know daddy never says no to his beautiful’ s boy request and of course he will breed you.”

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Still clutched against his master, Riven’s brows pulled together into a tight knot at what Marcus was saying. Leaning back, the water shifting around them - Riven stared hard at the other man for a moment. “Wait...what...?” His voice was small, faint. “...What do you mean?” If something seemed too good to be true, that’s because it was. The idea...the very thought that Marcus might’ve actually done it...

Riven didn’t know why he was surprised. He knew Marcus would eventually figure it out. He’d seen it before, during that whole kerfuffle with the First Vampire and the time travel shenanigans. He knew Marcus could do it but...to actually hear it. A tear slipped from the edge of Riven’s eye, coursing it’s way down an ivory cheek. “Do you mean it...? You can break it?” A trepidation sped up, creating a hammer like beat to the Fae’s heart. 

All at once, he pressed himself closer to his Master - lips crashing into Marcus’. Riven kissed him again and again and again, growing more fervent with each touch of his lips. He hiked his hips against him, letting him feel the stiffness between his legs, pressing into Marcus’ stomach. “Please daddy, right now.” He gasped; voice wavering with too much emotion at once. 

Trembling for what it could all mean, Riven whispered into the taller man’s ear. “I love you. Thank you. I...fuck, I don’t know what to say. Just...please, daddy. Make me yours. If I’m gonna remember everything, I want you inside me to be one of the best ones.” 

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ashandblcod​:

The way in which he was acting was highly amusing to the dragon, his attempts to both flirt and cover it up was something to behold. He rather liked it, if he was to be honest with himself, the awkwardness of his fumbling was adorable. He found the little game to be refreshing, even if it was at the expense of the other. It made him want to flirt even more, maybe push it beyond just flirting. The other was attractive, no doubts about that, and he was never of the mind to turn down a good time with someone that seemed more than eager. His lips would quirk up into a smirk, stepping a bit closer to him now as he openly eyed him. 

“Oh? That can be arranged.” He teases, watching him as he fumbles and flusters over what just spilled from his mouth. Clearly not meant for the dragon to hear, but he was glad he did. He’d give him the ride of his life if he really wanted it, and from the way he seemed to be reacting, he definitely was in that ballpark. “It’s been some time for you since you’ve last been fucked, eh?” That was interesting considering he seemed to be claimed, his body language seemed to give that off. 

He’d reach out to the other, grabbing him gently by his shirt and pull him towards the bag. He would stand right behind him, giving little to no space between them as he gently grabbed at his wrists, raising his hands up then his arms in the position he wanted them to be in. “Keep them up like this– makes hitting the bag easier.” He would say lowly into his ear, not automatically letting go of him, instead he’d trail his hands along his arms then down to his sides. Fingers would then teasingly rest along the band of his pants. “Go ahead and hit it. Doesn’t have to be hard, just get a good feel of this stance.”

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More blushing, more wide eyed stares that slowly filtered into something more akin to interest from shock. Riven wasn’t often flirted with - at least by anyone outside of Marcus. In fact - it had been quite a while since he’d last been with anyone, especially since his Master had been busy. When the dragon played back - the innuendo no longer being restrained to doubletalk - the Fae felt his cheeks color even further if such a thing were possible. “Arranged?” He grinned, wide and glittering. “Are you in particularly high demand then? Should I make an appointment?” Riven wasn’t blind to the way the other looked at him and returned the look in kind, despite the mild embarrassment that arose from allowing his desires to be something witnessed outside the proverbial bedroom. 

“It’s been some time for you since you’ve last been fucked, eh?”

Riven bristled at that but not out if irritation. The way the man said it, the near-certainty in his voice did...things to Riven. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze going glassy with lust. “I...” He started, his voice small. The submissive in him wanted to be taken right then and there but he shrugged it off, maintaining his composure. He nodded in assent to the other’s question. “My master has been...busy recently and...has left me to my own devices.” Riven’s smile turned...wistful. “He lets me seek pleasure wherever I might like to find it. But I’ve been...picky, I suppose.” The Fae made a show of letting his eyes wander over the other’s form - quite shamelessly admiring the other’s physique. 

As the Dragon pulled him over in front of the punching bag, Riven shivered at each shift of the other’s hands. Feeling the other’s broad chest behind him as he his hands were raised - Riven might’ve jutted his hips a little. Might’ve grinded the cleft of his ass along the other’s crotch but only for a moment. He followed the instructions, the only sound his own breathing pounding in his ears as he took the first few swings. They weren’t particularly forceful but they were accurate. Precise. 

A shudder sped over him as he felt the Dragon’s hands move to his hips. “Oh, I’m familiar with this stance.” He chuckled, spreading his knees just a little farther. He took two more swings, each one with more power behind the last. He wasn’t the strongest creature in the world but the bag still shuddered from each blow. “I prefer hard if I do say so myself.” He glanced over his shoulder, his mouth quirked into a mischievous grin. “It’s not as fun, y’know?” He dropped one hand. “If it’s not at least a little rough.” Riven reached between them, his hand gently brushing the other’s cock.