That Boy Is A Monster

King Bakari Vampire-MermanAncient Dominant No Claims Part of a Closed Rp Group NSFW & Triggering Content will be present

[xkingbakari]

hell-fyres‌:

Matthew’s eyes followed the other man as he moved closer. The vampire was old, that much Matthew could tell, but the angel had long since stopped fearing many things. After all, nothing could beat being struck down from the heavens and stripped of everything he held dear. 

“No, not everyone. But having to pay the salaries of those who were affected on top of hiring a whole new set of staff? Well, let’s just say that the budget has not been easy to come by,” the angel’s bright blue eyes held the others much darker ones as he spoke. “Would you perhaps like to contribute more money to this establishment?” he asked with a tilt of his head. Why not ask since they were already talking about money.

Truthfully, he wasn’t trying to inflict fear in the other as he strode forward, but the very fact that he brushed it off like it was nothing had him scoff internally. There was a reason he was as old as he was - no doubt one of the oldest, if not the oldest, vampires alive - despite all of the enemies that he had amassed over the millennia, and it wasn’t because he played nice. Still... he understood that the castle needed help despite being the meeting place of the grand vampire council. And he had to admit... the fallen angel certainly was bold.

With a small chuckle, he took a step forward. “I would be willing to spend more money if I knew that my concerns would be met, but I’m aware that the castle needs more money as a whole to function better. As long as you would be willing to see to it that the castle does a better job of greeting those that are willing to spend good money to come here, I will be willing to propose an increase in the budget that is here... as well as an increase in salary for yourself to compensate for the added stress. After all, it is the least we can do for keeping that collar upon your neck, a tragedy in itself that is.”

[xkingbakari]

dakarai-hybrid‌:

Dakarai was happy to see his king again. His boredom at the castle was starting to drive him mad. He could taste the chaos and violence that came off his sire. He thought for a moment that perhaps he even missed his King. He was distracted when Bakari turned away from him. He shook his head to focus.

“There are quite a few that you can manage, my king.” He said as he moved around the coffee table to perch on an arm rest of the couch. “The Russian councilman seems easily enough to charm into service. I am sure you will have no problems with him. I would also look towards the Denmark councilman.” He said listing a couple as he watched his sire. “I would also suggest England as he has gone soft in his old age.” He said with a slight disgust. The other councilman had been a worthy rival and yet now he was soft. “I would suggest avoiding most of the other councilman. Or at least tread carefully, sire.”

Hearing the male list off three that would be amenable to him, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard his progeny speak of the Danish councilman. Oh, how he knew him already, and he knew enough to know how to get him in his corner... if he wasn’t already there, that is. “And why should I avoid them? Are you doubting my abilities?” he questioned his lieutenant, taking a step forward so that he was standing before the other - he was a couple of inches shorter than the male’s human form, but that wasn’t something that bothered him. If anything, his being shorter often had people underestimating him.

“They should be the ones to avoid me... They should have to tread carefully.” And yet that was not how the world worked, and he had to scoff. “But they will learn. The whole world will learn who is truly the king.”

[xkingbakari]

@dakarai-hybrid

[xkingbakari]

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[xkingbakari]

bradleyxharper‌:

The faerie was doing as well as he could with the amount of energy and consciousness he had, but he knew that it wouldn’t be enough for Bakari. He’d tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming, but the master’s thick cock being forced into his throat still caught him off-guard. His brows furrowed as he gagged around the length, only half of it lodged in his throat and mouth for now, but it was still enough to make his eyes water. Bakari’s words had the slave grunting in protest around that thick cock, but they also caused his own length to throb a little between his lithe legs.

Without further instruction, Bradley tried to take a little more, knowing he was only going to have it forced down his throat anyway, probably. Unless Bakari was feeling merciful. His jaw and throat ached from being forced open to accommodate the vampire’s girth, but it felt so mild compared to the pain he’d endured just moments before.

It always pleased him, really, to see the way that someone’s lips stretched to take in his girth - he had always known he had been gifted down there, a blessing by the Gods and the birthright of a true King, but to actually see it with his own eyes and see the way that it caused one’s eyes to water... It was a marvel that had him licking his lips. “Mm, look at you,” he cooed, fingers brushing some of the slave’s hair from his dampened forehead. “Getting off on this... You really are a masochist.”

Of course, he knew that it was because he had made him as such, and he grinned wickedly as he pulled his cock out of the other’s mouth, only to thrust back in - this time sheathing three-fourths of the nearly monstrous cock into the other’s mouth. “As much as I would love to fuck your mouth, though... you need to earn the cum that will heal you and soothe your pain. You want that, don’t you? Of course you do... the longer you wait to heal, the less likely it will be for me to attach your wings.”

[xkingbakari]

bradleyxharper‌:

Letting out another soft sob, one that he had no hope of holding back, the fae nodded slightly at Bakari’s question, careful not to move his head too much in case the knife against his cheek nicked his skin. “Yes..” he whispered, feeling utterly defeated. When he was released from the chains, Bradley didn’t have time to prepare himself for the fall, his body hitting the ground with a thud. The slave managed to push himself up a little, even though it hurt like hell; every movement of his muscles and bones under the wounds where his wings had been was absolutely agonising.

Bradley looked up at his torturer through the curls that had fallen over his sore eyes and, without protest, pushed himself to his knees in front of Bakari. He winced at the pain, his jaw clenching, not wanting to give the master the satisfaction of hearing him whimper in pain any more. “Yes, Sir,” Bradley murmured, really not wanting to be such a goddamn pushover, but what else could he do? He wrapped a pale hand around the base of Bakari’s cock before leaning in to take the thick length between his lips, closing his eyes as he started to suck the tip. With each bob of his head along the length, Bradley took it a little deeper each time, still all too aware of the throbbing pain radiating from the wounds on his back.

Though the slave may have been trying to bite back his whimpers and his cries, Bakari knew that he had won. He had the boy right where he wanted him, and he knew that if Bradley cared about his wings at all... he would do anything he would ask. And, of course, the simple fact that he was in so much pain - physical and emotional - was just something that had his cock throbbing. It was a shame that vampires these days were too soft, treating their livestock with care when they were there for one sole purpose - to serve the vampires. Humans, faeries... it didn’t matter, because at the end of the day... They all served as food or pleasure or labor for a vampire.

“That’s it,” Bakari cooed, hand reaching down to thread his fingers in Bradley’s hair, thrusting forward and sheathing half of his thick cock into the other’s mouth, not caring if it hurt Bradley or not. Okay, he did care - because he wanted it to hurt. “We both know you can do better than that... a hungry little whore like you can’t get enough of this cock.”

[xkingbakari]

logan-theslave‌:

Logan crossed his arms as he approached a random man “hey…do you want to spend Valentine’s Day with me? I have no one to spend it with this year” he muttered “I promise I’ll be a good time”

Originally posted by lovingpostit

The master had just left the Undercroft to inspect a new batch of slaves - all pitiful and sad excuses - when he was approached by a young wolf. Almost immediately, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the other, reading his mind and seeing that this boy was definitely the more... amorous type. How pathetic. “And what makes you think you are worthy of spending such a day with me?” Bakari growled and, without warning, had his hand around the wolf’s neck. “You are nothing but a slave... used for sex and blood and nothing more. Even your being claimed means nothing because I can do what I wish to you because you are nothing.”

[xkingbakari]

diederikofthenorth‌:

“That’s rather unfortunate that you are having difficulties on finding a reason to like this place, perhaps my behavior being too casual towards you might be contributing with to your distaste to the castle. Or maybe, you did end up finding the best that is out there for a vampire, it just happens to be not that great,” Diederik said with a quizzing look, unafraid of the consequences that there might for behaving like this to a master. However, a smile crept on his plump lips when he heard the other was curious, but he shouldn’t get too excited just yet as not too many people enjoyed gambling like the way he did. “Nothing in particular,” he replied rather coy. “I have played games where we put our whole lives at stake, but, this being our first interaction, that might be a little bit too much.” The water elemental has made it back to the table where he pulled out an unopened pack of cards. Erik had a bright grin on his face as the anticipation of playing a game with an ancient vampire was getting to him. “So, since I was the one who proposed this game of Conquian, you can propose the wager. Make it an interesting one.”

It was humorous that the other thought that he was factoring into Bakari’s opinion of the place when, really, he was nothing but a drop in the ocean. “After many millennia on this Earth, I can assure you... I know very well what the best for a vampire is.” And thus far, the famed Krovs castle was lacking. Still, he followed the other to his table with his hand behind his back, gliding forward slowly as he listened to him speak. Conquian... It was a game he was familiar with, as he remembered when it had been brought to fruition, and he paused as he contemplated what it was that he would want. After a moment, he gave a small, dark chuckle as he sat at the table. “You may set your own wager, but what I wish to get if I were to win? Information.” If he won, he would use the water elemental as a spy - someone to gather information and inform him of what he needed to know about the so called council and its members - and while he may not be able to read the male’s mind... he was still confident enough in his play ability that he would be able to best the other.

[jadenthehybrid]

You Again || Jaden & Bakari

[xkingbakari]

jadenthehybrid‌:

The moment his assault on Bakari landed, Jaden knew he would be in trouble. Striking a master – and a councilman, no less – as a slave was typically considered quite a serious sign of disrespect in the castle. In this instance, Jaden was more than welcome to accept the consequences of his first offense in Krovs. Unfortunately, he had no idea just how much trouble he had actually gotten himself into with Bakari, and he had no way to predict what exactly was in store for him.

The hybrid had been around vampires long enough in his time at both Krovs and the other facility he’d briefly been transferred to, so he’d learned how it felt to be compelled. He easily recognized the wave of hypnotic influence washing over him, however, whatever Bakari was doing felt so much stronger than anything else he’d ever experienced before. Jaden’s muscles relaxed, his hands fell to his sides, and his emerald eyes grew wide as they seemed to glaze over from the compulsion affecting him. He hardly even moved as the vampire stepped closer to him, feeling very much like a deer trapped in headlights. Oh, he did not like this. 

His heart was thundering away in his chest; he was entirely aware of his situation and completely helpless to stop it. 

Oh, how he loved letting his influence wash over another. It had been something he loved to do as a fledgling, turning his human relatives and servants into mindless playthings, and as he grew older, his compulsion grew stronger. And it only grew stronger after he underwent the ritual that allowed him to have the blood of a merman, thus making it damn near hard to resist - only those older than him could possibly resist such a thing.

“Good boy,” Bakari spoke, letting his fingers reach up to touch the leprechaun’s jawline. “Now... come with me. Stay quiet.” Turning on his heel, knowing very well that the hybrid would follow him, Bakari began to lead Jaden through the halls and to his suite where he then led him to the play room - hidden behind his vast book shelves - and he pushed him in there before closing the door behind him.

“Now, undress. I’m sure you remember how to do that.”

[xkingbakari]

titus-scanlon‌:

Titus wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the master, considering him quietly while he listened.  The guy gave off some kind of vibe that made him wary, Titus just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.  He doubted it was just because the man was a vampire – he’d dealt with enough of them that just meeting one wasn’t enough to scare him.  “That’s a viewpoint that you don’t get too often.  Though I’m guessing when you say belong among you that you still mean beneath you.”  He expected nothing else, really – the superiority complex most vampires seemed to have was ridiculous.  The witch shook his head a little, crossing his arms.  “I know some would agree with you.  Not many that I grew up with, though.”

Okay, clearly this one was missing a few faculties - and it had the master fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he thought that witches were beneath him - he had even said that while he didn’t view them as equal to vampires, they were still one of the more superior species. But it seemed as though that must’ve gone over his head. “If your lifespans weren’t as feeble, then perhaps we would be discussing differently...” But in the end, they were much more human-like than they, or even Bakari, would care to admit. “As I said, those you grew up with were fools. Even now, the slaves in the Undercroft would fair a lot better if they understood the natural instinct of self-preservation that we all have in us... survival of the fittest. You wish to survive, you play the part.”

[xkingbakari]

guard-levi‌:

Levi half-listened and it wasn’t a hidden fact as he led the man through the halls of the castle. He liked to pull out the darkest of men’s fantasies, and listening to someone talk about realism and not getting what they expected all the time, making points on how he wasn’t like that, it held little of Levi’s attention. “They do taste sweeter when there’s an overload of emotion like that,” he claimed. 

Of course Bakari could tell that the other was only half-listening - even without being able to read his mind - but it wasn’t something he decided to comment on. Even if he saw the other as greater than most of his kind viewed him, as in his opinion demons were at the top of the theoretical (and sometimes literal) food chain, he wasn’t going to point out the very fact that he could read minds - as he went to great lengths to hide the fact that he was a hybrid. “Mm, indeed,” Bakari spoke as he followed the male through the halls. “Even better when they come to realize that they enjoy the very thing that they’re fearing.”

[xkingbakari]

dakarai-hybrid‌:

Dakarai was still upset that his sire had not been properly greeted in his absence. He scolded himself for not ensuring that his sire was treated the way a king should be treated. He straightened up as he felt Bakari’s hand on his shoulder. A feeling of chaotic peace engulfed him at his words. “Yes, sire.”

He lifted his head as he met Bakari’s eyes. “What would you like to know? I have data on all of them.” He said as he regarded the other with careful appeal. “They are prideful vampires. Some are weak minded and others are sharp and intelligent.” He informed him. “There were times when even I was surprised.”

A flash of surprise crossed his features as his progeny spoke, a low ‘hmm’ leaving his throat as he turned around and took a few steps away. Usually he wasn’t one to turn his back on another, but Dakarai was perhaps the only one he could trust completely - and he knew that his first and most prized childe would never harm him. “Interesting...” To hear that some of the councilman were far more... well, more than he had been expecting. But he knew that even those that were intelligent could be persuaded to his cause... one way or another.

“I want to know who would be the most susceptible to my manipulation... and who I will need to be more careful around.” Those that he had to be more careful around he would have to find another way to get them... and after nearly fifteen millennia... he was sure that he could.

[xkingbakari]

hell-fyres‌:

Matthew looked back at the Councilman when he spoke and had an inkling as to what this was about. The angel had been at Krovs since the day it opened after the Second War and what it had been designed to be back then was certainly different to what it was now. 

“Of course,” Matthew inclined his head in acknowledgement. “I apologise if your first impression has not been up to scratch,” he added. He was not about to make any excuses for how the castle was lacking. “You arrived in the middle of Heat Week, yes?”

The arrival in which Bakari had was not one that he considered a good one, and his impression of the castle was still subpar, but he hoped that with his position as a councilman, and his concerns, that he could easily alter that and prevent another vampire from having the same lackluster welcome that he had. And he had to stop himself from scoffing at the male’s words, finding it humorous how he hadn’t want to make any excuses and yet he was asking when he had arrived.

“I did, but that shouldn’t matter, should it? A place of high regard, and high value, such as Krovs should be able to have a contingency plan for the time when the... lesser beings give into their primal instincts,” Bakari spoke, taking a step closer to the demon - hoping he’d catch the infliction in his tone, though he wasn’t sure that he would. “I understand that some of your staff, and even some of the masters here, may be afflicted by nature’s calling, but that doesn’t mean everyone is.”

[xkingbakari]

bradleyxharper‌:

The fae was in full on panic mode, his breath stuttering with fear as his body trembled. He couldn’t move or get away, so it was evident he was going to have to stay as still as possible so it wouldn’t hurt more than it had to. While Bradley got off on pain, the sheer agony of having his wings removed was next level. As soon as that knife pushed in and got to work, Bradley screamed, crying out in pain, hoping that someone, anyone would hear him, but it was unlikely that they could. 

He kept wishing for it to be over, but when Bakari started cutting into his skin at the base of his second wing, the fae begged and screamed just as loud as he had with the first one. At some point, Bradley’s mind had shut off, going into shock to try and block out the pain as he hung limp against the chains that held him. He was vaguely aware of Bakari speaking to him once the vampire was done with the torture, the fae staring blankly at him through glazed eyes as blood seeped down his back from the wounds. The pain wasn’t the thing that bothered him the most; what bothered him the most was losing his wings, losing one of his most distinctive fae traits that made him him. “Please,” he sobbed softly as more tears streaked down his cheeks. “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. I need them back.. please..”

It was hardly the first time that Bakari had taken a fae’s wings before, but this time had to be the most enjoyable. He took pride in knowing that he had taken Bradley’s wings, hearing the fae’s thoughts on the matter, and he grinned evilly as he let his knife brush against Bradley’s cheek. “I knew you would, boy... You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” he cooed before he made a clicking noise with his tongue, causing the shackles on the boy’s wrists to break free of the chain, causing Bradley to fall to the floor.

“The first thing we need to do is heal you... can’t have anyone know what transpired here, do I?” He knew that most fae would have a broken tattoo on their back if their wings were damaged, but Bakari had many salves and potions that he was sure he could use to protect from being caught - the last thing he needed was for others to see what he had done to Bradley, not when he was using it to blackmail the slave. “So use that pretty little mouth, bug... My seed will heal you of your superficial wounds, but you need to work for it. Especially if you want me to heal your back properly to allow it possible to reattach your wings.”

[xkingbakari]

krovskalani‌:

Smiling he watched as Bakari made the first approach easing him into the trap. Following the master’s lead Kalani smiled at him. “Oh yeah, don’t you worry, friend. We’ll make sure this heat of yours is nice and taken care of. You’ll be getting the potent seed of two masters, and then afterwards we’ll make sure you’re nice and taken care of, a hot bath, food, the whole works.” As the master spoke, he gently rubbed the Omega’s ass, wanting to entice him into the deal. Nodding when he inquired into taking this to Kalani’s suite, “Yes that would be perfect. If you two could so kindly follow me.”  Taking the lead he allowed Bakari to handle the guiding of the slave, as he showed them to his suite. 

With his arm wrapped protectively around the slave’s shoulders, he began to guide him after Kalani. As they walked, he tried to imagine just what he would do with him - part of him wanted to tie him up, to edge him until he possibly couldn’t take it anymore... and another part of him just wanted to cut up his beautiful scar-free skin. He figured, though, that he’d let the younger vampire unleash his inner monster first, and once they were in the male’s suite, he gave the wolf a small massage on his shoulders before he turned to face him. “Now... who do you want to breed you first? Because I think my friend here deserves a good boy,” he spoke, letting his influence wash over the wolf, and the slave gave a nod before he turned towards Kalani, quickly getting on his knees before the master.

[xkingbakari]

scorpiushargreaves‌:

Scorpius had never really entertained the idea of letting the boy go. But it was fun to watch him squirm within his own terror. The thrill was often in the chase, but sometimes, delivered straight to your door worked all the same. During his freedom the Wendigo had often enjoyed mimicking voices of his victims loved ones, descending them into madness and into his clutches.

The spirits cold blue orbs flashed with excitement as Bakari bit into the boys neck, tearing off a chunk of his flesh. It was a shame he was a dog and not a human, but he would do. Scorpius nodded, leaving Bakari with the slave in his clutches as he moved down the winding corridors to find the playroom best suited for them. Bakari would likely reach the door handle before he did in this petulant human state. Scorpius loathed it.

Scorpius opened the door to the room, there was little distinction between sexual torment here and real torture. He looked back over his shoulder before entering the room, sitting himself with delight on the edge of the long, stone table in the centre of the room— one of the many things they could attach the poor slave to. He was giddy with excitement and an insatiable hunger.

The vampire could tell that the male was hungry, and while he knew that the slave was a wolf and not a human... he wondered if perhaps he could help give him what he truly craved. After all, he didn’t believe that wendigo’s should’ve been locked up... If they did, then what was to stop him from being locked up himself? Still, the two quickly found themselves in a playroom, and Bakari was quick to toss the slave onto the stone table, hearing the wolf whine as he did.

“Pathetic... I bet you’ll let us do just about anything so long as you’re bred properly, won’t you?” he cooed, taking a step closer. The wolf was about to shake his head, to protest, when Bakari grabbed him by the chin to force eye contact with him. “You crave pain, and no matter what we do... you will love it. You will enjoy it...” Releasing his hold, he looked over to the wendigo before gesturing to the wolf.

“After you.”

[xkingbakari]

depthsofthefire‌:

Messing with Bakari probably wasn’t the smartest idea but Thomas didn’t think that the master would grab him by his throat and bring him to his suite. But, before the Phoenix’s mind could catch up, he was being secured to an incrediblely weird bench that was also uncomfortable. Now, Thomas knew that vampires hunted his kind but when Bakari said it, it made his blood boil and he growled, struggling against his restraints before giving up since the collar around his neck weakened him. “Says a lot about you that you’d kill a Phoenix without its powers, what’s wrong? Afraid that I’ll turn you into ash?” He snaps, Thomas knew it was incrediblely stupid but he had no other choice in the matter since he wasn’t going to beg.

If there was one thing that Bakari was wanting to get out of the boy, it was a rise. He could tell that the young phoenix was one that was easily angered, and he knew that mentioning that he had slayed phoenixes in the past would cause him to get frustrated. And that was precisely what he wanted. “Oh, I’m not afraid of fire, boy... I imagine that when I’m finally laid to rest, I will be greeted by flames like an old friend.” He was sure that the demons of the Underworld would welcome him as a brother, as even though he had no drop of demonic blood... he certainly had a mind like one. “Besides, I’ve managed to survive killing seven phoenix’s in my lifetime, and none of them were collared or as young as you,” he spoke, letting the edge of the knife drag along the slave’s back. “The last one I slayed was a pretty thing that cried mercy, mentioning her young son... I’ll admit... I regret it... but I only regret not killing her in front of her hatchling’s eyes.”