#taryn-bannon

[raidenproulx]

It took him some time to make it down to the undercroft and part of him was rather surprised to see the well trained pup still there. Course he could have been rented a time or too. Raiden always had a soft spot for dogs. Specially well trained ones. 

“Well well, look at you left all by yourself.” Raiden snorted as he moved closer to the other looking down at the young Valkyrie. He was still barefoot after coming back from the village, but didn’t care to put any shoes on still. Of course he was put together as always, even heat wouldn’t make the tribrid look disheveled. His hair slicked back, tight fitted black shirt and pants as he looked over the shitty clothes the slave was in. 

“Ask me real nice, maybe I’ll take you for a bit and get you cleaned up sweetheart.” He’d gotten too distracted by Finn to get his time with Kaden, but Taryn could get him his angel fix. Raiden always liked the taste of them. 

@taryn-bannon 

[rivenintwain]

Continued from Here and Here.

@taryn-bannon

Every inch of him felt like lightning in a bottle. Crackling against glass, sharp, angry - hot yet imprisoned. All this errant energy was wreaking utter havoc, the things the Fae had seen over the last few weeks had been enough to send him spinning. 

He knew his desire wasn’t entirely natural. Taryn was a joy, adorable, kind - and had a fantastic cock. And yet - Riven knew this wasn’t quite right. He enjoyed the company of the other but to dream of him? Such...licentious dreams as well. Riven would never claim to be reserved in his desires but this was a little much, even for him. 

So why was it that he was stalking the Undercroft, looking for the other man - his very bones itching at the thought of getting to touch the other, to experience him again. Experience him? He was a good lay but what am I on about? Riven pressed against the center of his forehead with the heel of his palm, hoping to quash the thoughts and visions in one way or another. He wasn’t looking where he was going when he shoulder checked someone and was shook from his reverie - suddenly looking up and feeling the breath punched from his gut. 

It was as if the concentrated essence of lust itself had been injected into his veins. He heard the mewled ‘sorry’ come from Taryn’s lips and Riven reached out, grasping the other’s forearm. “No, no...it’s my fault, Taryn I...” His mouth went dry as he stared at the other with wide eyes. “...have you been...dealing with weird things? Has it been...strange around here? Because...I think I was bewitched or something because I can’t get the image of riding your cock til I’m sore out of my fucking mind.”

[raidenproulx]

Sure he had a slave now, but when was one ever enough for the quabrid. Not to mention phoenixes were on the more destructible side. Raiden didn’t bother learning healing magic. Shit wasn’t worth his time. He didn’t need it and even if he did he’d never waste it on something like Aleixo. Plus it was time for something new to occupy himself with. He’d headed to the undercroft. There was a new doctor at he castle so Raiden figured it was best to keep him busy and he sure as shit would. Granted dealing with Merek over dead slaves was a lot nicer than dealing with Matt, but that didn’t mean Merek wasn’t going to let him get by with not paying and of all the things Raiden hated, it was parting with money for useless pieces of shit. 

With heat still going strong there were enough needy things catching his attention, but he was looking for something he’d not had in awhile and soon enough he came across it. Raiden found a renewed taste for spirits all things considered the last few days that had passed and what had transpired. Things were still falling as they would, but the castle had gotten a bit more interesting to say the least. 

The slave he found was one he was familiar with, but hadn’t found the time to fuck with. Course he could be useful. Maybe teach another spirit in the castle how to fucking act right around someone like him. “Bannon.” The quabrid growled leaving no chance of mistaking who it was Raiden wanted the attention of as he nodded the slave to him. “Yer comin with me archon.” 

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[krovsxskye]

send 📀 to watch scary movies with my muse

Skye wasn't really into Halloween or anything, but the castle's inhabitants always seemed lively this time of year. He had found Taryn in the Undercroft, and while he hadn't really thought of much, he was at least glad to get him out for a time so he could rest easily in the vampire's suite. Skye was innocent enough and didn't do anything without asking. The two would spend their time together watching some horror movie, but Skye couldn't help but laugh just a tad. "You know, these 'monsters' actually exist. It's strange watching a horror movie and knowing some of these tropes aren't real." He'd munch on some popcorn, staring at the flashing television before them, without much thought coming to mind other than what just ran out of his mouth.