BLOOD KNIGHT.

2,781 | Soldier | Vampire

[strxhd]

The grand hall of the estate stood silent while he awaited the arrival of his new pet. Council business had stole him away, unable to greet him when he had first arrived. He was sure that Galen would have been accommodating if not cutting with his words. It drew a cruel smirk on his lips and settled him with remorse that he had missed the two and their first meeting. It would have provided entertainment to watch his pets circle each other. It was a trait that he decided to nurture for a time longer before he forced them to focus on the only thing that mattered. Their Master.

He had ordered the servants to leave the torches burning on the wall as they left. Galen directed to keep his eldest, Marius, company that night. Order given to have Kian bathed and the harness fitted to his chest. Like Galen, Kian would need to earn the right to wear clothing. He had many rights to earn before Lysander would see him more than just a pet. A toy for his own pleasure. The vampire leaned against the main table as he waited. His armor removed and dressed in simply trousers and leather boots. His chest bared with only the necklace that bared the sigil of his house against his breast.

Patiently, he await his newest pet with his hand rested on his crotch and the other anchored to the table behind him. It was their first night together and as much enjoyment that the vampire held with milking the pet in public before the ownership, it was time for him to fully claim what was now his - and the trinkets that sat behind him, covered by a veil, were sure to assist him.

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imprisvned

abel’s intelligence was certainly improving with august’s assistance, he was beginning to pick up his manners too, knowing when and when not to intrude, when and when not to pay attention, minding his business was certainly something he was beginning to understand but the commotion happening right before his eyes left the boy with no choice but to offer attention. his head hung the moment one of the men turned in his direction and he did his best to avoid eye contact with him, though there was a devilish smirk on his lips that was always present whenever violence was involved, that much he couldn’t deny himself.

he had wiped the blood from his neck before he came on abel, a young one that attempted to advert his gaze and hide the smirk that graced his lips. the vampire, intrigued, was pulled to a halt at his side. a hand laid on the lithe shoulder, gentle as to not damage what was clearly owned by another. lysander was not stupid and knew well not to make enemies of another. he had not been alive this long and rose this high in the ranks being foolish. “you, does your master need your attention presently? i could use your assistance for at least an hour.”

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tinkerxbri:

“Lord…Commander,” The fae restated so they both could hear. It sounded strange to hold two ranks when one seemed more than sufficient. Well, that was the understanding from the fae. He watched the vampire drift in his downward display of greeting. This one was intriguing to watch. “Two titles. It would seem you take more than just injuries.” He greeted him with a gentle smile and gestured the bowing to stop. “Haus von Strahd.” His German was a little rusty but his accent was still just as beautiful. “I have heard of it. From my deceased husband.” He let his hands drift behind his back. “Violence has never really been my first talent but a gift for it? That can be debated. I haven’t lasted this long being the world’s definition of a faerie, either. I’ve tipped with the best of them. But…may I offer a suggestion of being more nimble and light on your feet?” He furrowed a brow, teasing the vampire with light touches of humor. “I am Brian Yi. I am no Lord nor Commander but I am noted in my own right. Pleasure to meet you, Lord Lysander. Maybe one day you will get to test how swift mine feet and how mighty mine hand might be.”

“I’m a Lord Commander because I am the head of my House and the Commander for the Council’s army.” 

Lysander narrowed his icy gaze. “Do you think I would show my full skill in a boxing match with my son? My need for nimbleness is not something bred for war. War is about reflex and not how you dance across the field of battle.” He rubbed at his knuckle and took a deep and unneeded breath. He pushed it out through his pressed lips. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Brian. But, should that day come it would mean we are at war. And were we at war, you would see my complete skill.”

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tinkerxbri

He was a bystander, which by normal circumstance, didn’t provide enough substance to really have a say. The distance he kept made sure the vampires were all within view. He was well aware that they could smell him but the obvious sign of aggression between the dynamic caused him a bit of confusion. He couldn’t a moment think of a reason to act in such a way. But once the coast was clear and the vampires all sought a different direction, he shifted and kept several paces behind what seemed like the eldest. He furrowed a brow as he made sure his side arms were in place in-case he needed to utilize them at any point. He, presently, felt no threat. He grumbled as he rolled his eyes and waited for Wilmar to give him a small signal in the distance. “You take a blow to the face pretty well. Interesting.”

A fae. The vampire halted and gave them his attention. His vacant gaze swept over their frame and appraised them within the briefest of moments. “I am Lord Commander, I didn’t get that way by crying over my injuries.” He halfheartedly gestured back toward where he and his son had sparred. “Training and discipline breeds strength.” He trailed off and took an unneeded breath as he pressed his hand to his chest and bowed with respect. “Lord Commander of the Council’s Army; Lysander Strahd of House Strahd.”

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orionavelos

Somehow Orion had managed to snatch a sketchbook and a pencil that was too small from some people. His intention was to go back to his cell and spend his night doing something he hadn’t done in probably a year. What he hadn’t expected was to run into the master who had allowed him that one night of freedom. “Sir– Good evening?” He raised an eyebrow, the sketchbook held casually behind his back.

“I’m a trained soldier, boy. Do you think hiding anything behind your back will keep it from me?” The vampire had asked. He vaguely remembered Orion. But, knew that his son told him of a human that matched his description. His cold eyes narrowed at the human, his brow raised sharply. “Do I need to know why you are out of your cage again without having been rented? Are you one of the more behaved pets now?”

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Blood cascaded down the vampires face after his sons fist collided hard with his face. A soft laugh escaped as he spat the excess to the ground and held up his hand to halt Marius from further attack. His free hand reached for a towel which his guard provided. The vampire cleaned himself off but allowed the sweat to continue its descent across his body. “We are finished today,” he grunted. His nose healed after he set it with a jerk of his wrist and a growl. He turned his back to his son and looked out into the halls of the tower. His shoulders rolled as he left the room, patrolling the length of the tower before he called it a night.

[strxhd]

"I have been working a lot to afford that pet, father. Are you suggesting that I not claim him?"

“You are very young child and are headstrong. Listen to what  I am saying, not to what you think you are hearing. He is a favorite. A groomed pet. You will make enemies buying him. I’m not telling you one way or another. I am simply giving a warning to my favorite son.”

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"I was thinking of claiming a champion of beauty as well. Fourteen. He might also be a skilled fighter but I want to see what else he can do."

“I’d be careful with that one. You would be taking away very powerful individuals favorite toy. And how do you expect to afford him? There’s good reason he’s a virgin, son.”

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"I would never disrespect your claim, father. Just curious what would be allowed. Is Galen still around? I haven't seen him."

“Galen never leaves my side; he is still among the living - unliving if that is what you mean.”

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"Father, I was curious if I will have access to your claim too?"

“The human is mine. Above all else. He may service you but if he is marked in anyway that can be seen, I will tear the same mark from your own skin. He is to be my champion in the beauty competitions alongside Galen.”

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kiantaylor

When he felt Lysander’s fingers squeeze at the base of his cock again, he let out a low groan. Shivers raced through him as the vampire’s lips worked at his neck, hips still trying to thrust and find something to push him over the edge. He thought he might cum anyway but it wasn’t going to be an explosion of pleasure - it was only going to be a sad, incomplete drizzle. Even that hadn’t happened yet but if the vampire kept stroking just right it might actually overtake him.

“Please,” He gasped again, legs giving a small wobble beneath him, though they didn’t give out. “Please Master..” His hands were still braced against the wall but Kian turned his head to look at the Master, eyes darker than usual with lust and need. His breaths came heavy, lips parted so his tongue could swipe over them and linger just beyond his bottom lip. 

He hadn’t anticipated the torture of pleasure, or just how much need he could feel but it was back. A small part of him was afraid but he was also excited. There was something wonderful about falling into a claim - although perhaps he only felt this way because he was born a pet. Either way it was something he could be proud to attain. And right now he wanted to perform for this elite, even if his answer was no to Kian’s pleasure, begging was all a part of the performance.

the vampire ran his fingers up the heated shaft and teased the crown of kian’s cock. lysander had been mildly impressed with the human and his stamina. he had been amused by how the human still moved his hips though his hand had stilled, even if for a moment. his fist worked over the tortured cock. tight grip pushing down against kian’s root and pulling back the skin to make the cock seem longer before he worked the grip upwarded. every few seconds he would rotate his wrist, fingers sliding in a slow pattern over the length. his own cock pressed against his armor and against the human’s bare ass. eager to fill him.

“you can beg all you want,” lysander murmured. he rested his head against the human’s shoulder and looked down. he watched as his fingers aggressively invaded kian’s body. the way each finger twisted and curled up inside of him before he added a third alongside them. the vampire glanced up and was met with the darkened gaze of the pet. the eagerness and the lust. he chased the tongue with his own lips, covering them to devour the heavy breathing that came from them being parted.

he was rough, swallowing each breath like it was blood. his fingers worked deeper, rougher against the bundle of nerves in kian’s body as his fist milked the human. each time he came so close to the edge ,he’d grab the base in a tight grip to quell him.

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ashwynecandur

“I’m well aware of who I stand before.” Ashwyn countered, an almost mischievous smirk on his lips as he let his head tilt forward in loose nod– in a loose bow– to the other before standing straight before him again. “We all have our talents, Mi’lord; and I’m pleased to know mine have honored you in some fashion.” At the mention of Lysander offering to direct his steel to the throats of any Ashwyn charmed, he couldn’t help but let his smirk widen; a darkness, a lust dancing behind the glint in his eyes at the weight of the other’s offer. Rather than commenting on it, though, he let the conversation carry past it. “At the start? My attraction was born in the stories I heard. The way they spoke of you, of your command over others, had me captivated before I’d even met you. After coming here, after seeing you in person myself– leading your soldiers through the storm in the name of the Council–  my curiosity only grew more; my thirst for you, if you will. I’ve seen your son Riley and while it is entertaining, distracting even, to see him flaunt your wealth with such a handsome smirk my attention has never faltered from you. For a lack of better words, Mi’lord, I find you frustrating for how easily I’m enthralled with you; for how easily I’m magnetized to someone who likely doesn’t even know my name.”

the sound is a low vibration that comes from his throat. a hum of acknowledgement. even a serpent had charm and most were poisonous. there was caution applied to the words uttered by ashwyn. he’s seen the look in the young vampire’s eyes before. times long past where swords were often crossed instead of words. there’s a polite curve to his smile. he gives ashwyn credit as a wordsmith. lysander is curious of stories told of him but he remains quiet. he steps forward and keeps a cold vigilant on the vampire in front of him. an unblinking gaze that never wavers even as he moves toward him. there is a sense of pride that swells in lysander as the young one speaks further but it never shows on his face nor in his posture. he stands with his arms at his side and only raises his hand to stroke at his chin.

“all of this? for me,” he says. his arm raises to cross his chest while the other rests over its wrist. he gestures to the other vampire, fingers sprawl outwards towards him. “you are right that i don’t know who you are but you must forgive me,” he steps forward once more to meet with the others gaze. “the way you talk of me is almost the same description of being in love,” lysander’s brow raises in challenge, “is this you admitting that i’ve enthralled someone from afar to fall in love with me? not that i tease about it. it will just be the first time someone freely admits to such a thing to me.”

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lord-hans-branwell

It was easy to get lost in the other man. Lysander was what everyone wanted in this world. Handsome, well respected. Powerful. Hans had spent his lifetime pursuing power and still in this vampire’s arms he felt like a boy. Eager to please the Lord Commander. It seemed some things never changed. As he tightened up around the cock filling him he felt the man on top of him reach his climax. Lysander came, and with force. Filling Hans up and the witch wouldn’t have it any other way. He clung to the vampire, face buried in Lysander’s neck this time to kiss neck and nip affectionately. “Lysander.” he whimpered out unable to keep it from spilling off his lips. He wasn’t expecting anything more from the man. They had reached the goal of their little encounter had they not? Though Hans would like to spend more time with the man. Perhaps even as just a conversation. Though the Lord Strahd did not seem like one for pillow talk. “I suppose everyone asks but, do I taste god Lord Commander?” Hans asked panting now, his cock achingly hard and leaking. Strained against his pants. 

the laugh comes out fast and breathless. like someone jabbed him. there’s a spirit of amusement to it with just the slightest huff. ❝witches have unique a flavor. robust and sweet all at once,❞ he says. lethargically, he removes himself from hanson and lays across the bed at his side. he smells the heavy scent of the man’s arousal but does nothing to help with it. lungs full of air he hasn’t the need for and releases as quickly. the rest lasts only a second before the blood catches up and fills him with energy. palms press against the sheets to raise himself up while he collects a bit of cloth from the draw next to the bed to clean himself off. he stands then and straightens his armor as he looks down at the man. ❝your vintage tastes just fine, lord hanson.❞

[ichorveiins]

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode four - git gone

❝ d’ya mind ? ❞

❝ best drinks have self defining names. you order a manhattan, god knows what you’re gonna get, but you order a gin and tonic, a jack and coke, it’s not just a name. it’s a command. ❞

❝ how long you’ve been working here for ? ❞

❝ ooh, that’s bad luck. ❞

❝ don’t do it. ❞

❝ i was waiting for you. ❞

❝ why’d you help me ? ❞

❝ you’re really not very good at this; i saw you coming a mile off. ❞

❝ are you trying to recruit me ? ❞

❝ you could be a world class thief. ❞

❝ you look like you could get anything you want just by asking for it. ❞

❝ what d’ya say, huh ? ❞

❝ hang on a minute. i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i owe you one. i feel beholden. ❞

❝ let me buy you a drink. ❞

❝ let’s go somewhere. ❞

❝ so you are a thief. ❞

❝ the weak spot, see ––– all you need is one. and it’s usually people’s attention. ❞

❝ show me. ❞

❝ oh, god. ten years, and [ … ] has NEVER looked at me like that. ❞

❝ there’s a lesson in there somewhere. ❞

❝ my grandma always had cats. she said that they could see ghosts when we can’t, and warn you of thieves. ❞

❝ do you ever worry about what will happen if you keep stealing ? ❞

❝ do you believe in the afterlife ? ❞

❝ all i know is there’s more than i know. ❞

❝ yeah, i think that might sound wiser than it is. ❞

❝ when you die, you rot. it’s a fixed system. physics doesn’t take sundays off. ❞

❝ my parents believed in everything. father, son, holy ghost, spirit filled and full of the light of god. they taught me all of it, chapter and verse. ❞

❝ i went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible. ❞

❝ it’s like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just –– stories. like snake oil. but worse, because snakes are real. ❞

❝ i wanted to get that magic back so bad, but one day i just accepted the fact that i couldn’t, because life is just not that interesting. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that. ❞

❝ the fun is just getting started. ❞

❝ i could teach you to fight. ❞

❝ hey, you want coffee ? ❞

❝ are we pregnant ? ❞

❝ what i’m about to say may sound irrational to you, but i have all sorts of rational reasons for saying it, and doing it. ❞

❝ say it, and we’ll talk about whether or not you should do it. ❞

❝ are we … discussing this, or are you telling ? ❞

❝ there’s some wiggle room. ❞

❝ are you unhappy ? because i’m happy, okay, you make me happy. ❞

❝ yes, i see that you’re happy. from this side of it. the wrong side of it. and i think maybe i resent not being happy. not resent you, just … resent. ❞

❝ do you still love me ? ❞

❝ we are like a history book. we’re established fact. we don’t change. ❞

❝ i represent FAILURE to you ? ❞

❝ i can take it. if you’re on the other side. i can make it if you can. can you wait for me ? ❞

❝ just glad that i could be here to help you, you know ? ❞

❝ hey, don’t stay here alone tonight. ❞

❝ why did you say that ? ❞

❝ come on, [ … ] , say what you mean. ❞

❝ last night was a one time thing. you were there. and thank you, but we’re not doing this. we did this. and now it’s done. ❞

❝ you don’t love him. not the way he loves you. ❞

❝ is that all this was ? just fun ? ❞

❝ are you saying no ? ❞

❝ i lived my life, good and bad. definitely not light as a feather. ❞

❝ in life, you believed in nothing, so you will go to nothing. you will be done. ❞

❝ there is nowhere else for you to be. ❞

❝ tears have fallen for you. ❞

❝ do i get a say in this ? ❞

❝ death is not a debate. ❞

❝ how many do you think have come before you, all with promises and threads and offers of gold, glory, love ? who are you to misguide me from my duty ? ❞

❝ you are but a man, not even one i should remember. ❞

❝ i’m gonna come in now. i’m gonna come in now, okay ? ❞

❝ is this a haunting ? are you haunting me ? ❞

❝ does [ … ] know ? ❞

❝ i’m a vulgar woman. anger and grief have just really made me vulgar. ❞

❝ god, you know, i should thank you. it’s so much easier grieving someone when you’re glad they’re dead. ❞

❝ oh, fuck your feelings. ❞

❝ everybody has feelings, everybody cares about what they feel. i don’t care about what you feel. i care about what you think. what do you think about what you did ? ❞

❝ what was your big lie, [ … ] ? ❞

❝ i love [ … ] … loved [ … ]. love [ … ]. i love [ … ]. (s)he’s the light of my life. ❞

❝ you, i remember. ❞

❝ there is nothing i can do to lighten your heavy heart. ❞

❝ your heavy heart sank you like a stone, right back where you last left off. ❞

❝ was it love ? ❞

❝ love will always have you at a disadvantage. ❞

❝ many is the man who would take any version of his lost love rather than leave his love lost. ❞

❝ (s)he/they will say thank you to whichever god has sent you back to him/her/them. ❞

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vaelanthorne

The rush. The thrill. The sound of his own heart—the sound of his own labored breath—was enough to drown the weight on his own name; there was only the hiss that roughly engulfed it though like honey on a morsel. Whatever else was hindsight. Whatever there is was the moment; that as the vampire lord pressed onto him in errant strength, licked that the dip of his pit where he was close enough to bury his face against Lysander’s damp locks, as if the burn was a grasp trying to reacquaint itself in memories of things that have consumed in fire and in full in times past.

Though what his body yearned, his body remembered in a thrust that was firm and deep into him—right at the seat of his pleasure where Lysander had him surrender to the might of his claim; of thrusts repeated in errant jabs, forcing the warlock to have his moan spill out over and over. His fingers clawed in deeper, his body arched and tense. His core felt like a knot that soon enough will snap unraveled——and there was nothing else but the rush from his body that was at the mercy of his plows.

the beat of his heart was a rhythm he soon would not forget. a symphony of carnal desire in time with well angled thrust. there could be no end to fathom, lysander could continue the twist of lustful need for hours but all that came to a crash. vaelan was a tempest of ice and fire against his flesh. the way he moaned and moved against his body with such eagerness. his hips could not deny him after he laid the needful body of the witch down upon the sheets. sharp thrust and quickened pace brought taut flesh together in a frantic applause.

lysander is unable to hold the bloodlust at bay as the familiar pull at his core descended on him. his fangs once more plunge into the plump mound of flesh at the column of the witch’s throat and draw in the metallic elixir of his lovers blood. each gulp a treasured wine to his tongue. his groan is loud around the mouth full as he pushed one final thrust into the man below him and holds. his body convulsed and he is unable to hold back as he spilled himself in the velvet heat.

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rathaldarie

Rathal couldn’t help but feel relieved when he barked out the command, and left them alone. He licked his lips, eyes still closed until the people had left. He cleared his throat as the man’s hand disappeared from his cock, his eyes turning so he could look the vampire over as he undressed. Caring little that his briefs were tucked up under his hard cock and heavy balls. He found himself stepping closer, eyes glancing up at the vampire. His tongue darted out to lick the man’s thumb as it brushed over his lips. “Will you please fuck me like a soldier?” He found himself asking, enjoying the way the man viewed him. 

lysander removed the final piece of his armor and stood naked before the elf. a twist of his lips had him grin as rathal came willingly closer to him and the way his tongue chased his finger was an erotic sight. willing submission was a beautiful sight. ❝you’re a warrior so i know you won’t break,❞ the vampire mused. he picked the elf up, his body pressed close to his chest and his arms wrapped around so they settled under his ass. his eyes still locked with the elf’s he carried him over to the nearest surface, a table left off in the corner, and rested him there. He removed the remnants of the briefs, tossing them back as he stalked closer and forced the elf back. he claimed his lips in a hungry kiss while his callous fingers roamed down to hook his legs around his waist.