Restless Soul Syndrome

Tyler pulled himself back once the other seemed to be done. “No, sir.” He murmured softly. He watched the other carefully, not sure what to do now that the other had eaten. “Shall I go back downstairs now?”

“You would be right on both account. I’m new here by a few nights. But this isn’t my first time in a place like this,” he admitted as they walked where the master led them. “And I am a merman,” he said with a small smile. “Oh. What do you prefer to be called?” He asked them too, not wanting to offend the other right off the bat.

“Mm,” Ardito hummed quietly before he was laughed at Orin’s overly polite question. Though, to be fair, he knew there were some masters at the castle who were sticklers about certain things like what to be called, “’Ardito’, ‘Ardi’, ‘sir’, whatever you want.” They were coming up to the first set of playrooms and Ardito smiled, “Too impatient to wait for my suite, we’ll go in here... strip and don’t close the door.” Open doors meant someone might see, how delicious was that?

The mer stood from the bed when the other spoke. He had a small smirk on his lips, “Mmm. Yeah, let’s play. I’ve been sitting around here waiting all day,” he said. “Name’s Orin,” He said as he followed the other male.

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“Orin? I’ll try to remember that, I’m Ardito,” the master led them out of the Undercroft and started down the hall. He hadn’t decided yet if he would take the slave all the way to his suite or just to one of the playrooms yet but there was time enough, “You must be new, I definitely would have remembered you if I’d seen you before. You’re a merman, yes?” He’d had mer blood before, it was one of his top five.

Orin was a rather large man and he took up most of the bunk he was assigned to. He let out a deep breath as if he were tired of waiting around. “They told me this was a sex castle. I’m beginning to think everyone here is boring and worn out.” He crossed his arms over his toned tattooed chest. “Someone needs to hurry the hell up and take me upstairs. I’m getting cabin fever already.”

Ardito was on the prowl, actively looking for a slave to take instead of relying on either Teddy or random chance to supply him with a steady stream of both entertainment and sex. He heard a voice he hadn’t heard before and his eyebrow quirked when he located it’s source. A very muscular, very handsome slave. Why the hell he was still in the Undercroft was a mystery. “That would be a mistake, gostoso... not all are boring and worn out” Ardito smiled jerked his head towards the exit, “Why are you still laying there? Let’s go play...”

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“I feel dizzy.. You sure there was just alcohol in that drink?” he asked the other, lazily looking over at the other from his seat. “Everything seems fuzzy..”

Ardito looked up from his texting when Sami spoke, frowning as he glanced over at the bartender. “Should only be alcohol, whatever the bartender put in it.” He didn’t like the way the staff member kept looking at them so he stood and tucked his phone away as he held out a hand to Sami, “Let’s go to my suite, querida... there’s alcohol there and we don’t have to worry about any nonsense.”

“To each their own.” the Mershark asserted in a casually upbeat tone, body language open and relaxed without a care in the world about playing that playfully flirtatious game with a stranger. It was not as if his attention was unwelcomed, as far as he could tell and the younger Vampire was beautiful enough that taking the chance was a worthy thing “Is that so?” Llýr hummed with a perfect arch of his dark eyebrow, not bothering to hide how pleased he was with how quick things were spiraling forward. His pale hand rose to circle the other`s wrist in an unfathomably strong hold for a moment, almost as if he was about to stop him but he only took the smaller hand to please a butterfly kiss to it before setting it on top of his broad chest once again, his metallic blue eyes brimming with impishness “And what is the verdict on that so far? Because I can’t help but wonder how much better you would look with none of those pesky clothes on. Not that you don’t look marvelous as it is.” the Councilman pointed out, adding the latter line almost as an afterthought as he reached to undo the first button of his navy colored shirt as a wordless invitation before settling both of his hands on the younger man`s hips with easy playfulness. 

Black Cat: Blind fold, the first person to talk to, you have to ask them to shove their dick down your throat.

Grinning as he tied the blindfold over his face, “Hey anyone there?”

Ardito’s smile was wicked when he came across the blindfolded man who looked vaguely familiar. Chuckling, he moved closer and took hold of the man’s chin, “I am and this looks quite interesting indeed... did that little cat get to you as well, bonito?”

Tyler was a little startled by the red mist that flooded the hall, and it appeared that it worked as the perfect distraction for the vampire to grab him and sink his fangs into his neck. He let out a low growl as he struggled to fight off the master. “What are you doing?” He hissed, fidgeting in the others hold. “You are going to drain me!”

“That could depends on how many balls you have wronged as of late. I don’t know of them being particularly vindictive, though.” the older Immortal pointed out evenly, talking about the issue as if it had been a serious thing indeed. The subject about the lack of sleep was serious indeed if it even managed to slip into lighthearted banter and the Councilman would have tried to divert the subject to another but it seemed that it was not going be necessary considering the line of thought the other man was going through at the moment “The thing is: can you stand truth to that promise? If I was a billiard ball I would be aggravated if someone didn’t keep truth to their word. No matter how attractive they were.” he observed primly, seamlessly managing to sound prim and playful at the same time.

 “One might wonder what you are thinking right now because of that expression on your face.” Llýr hummed with a sharp grin of his own, standing next to the handsome Vampire, at a distance that was polite enough but close enough that it meant he had another set of intentions entirely “Imagine if someone could read your mind…”  

Ardito hummed and pretended to think if he’d crossed any balls recently, “None... none that I can remember, anyway, well.. at least not billiard balls,” he clarified with a laugh, “There may be some blue balls on a few men here at the castle but I don’t know how much fraternization goes on between them, hmmm...” the laugh continued at the gorgeous man’s ability to keep playing along and that he’d just been complimented in the most obvious way aside from straight out saying it. It was fantastically charming and it was clear that the other had ulterior motives when he moved in closer, a fact that had Ardito’s curiosity and arousal both piqued.

“I’m thinking all sorts of things, querida...” darling... “Someone would only have to ask or...” he laughed again as he set his pool cue on the table so that his hands were free to reach out and take hold of the other master’s shirt, pulling firmly, “It would be quicker if they could, obviously, but, really, you’d just have to ask about it or request a demonstration.. for example,” he tugged on the man’s shirt again, “I was picturing the best place to throw this shirt.”

“Hey, sir.” he smiled, nuzzling the other as he moved inside the others suite. “How I’ve been? Argh, alright, I guess.” he shrugged, not wanting to go into the whole thing with Emmanuel.

He huffed a bit at being called Princess, but he couldn’t really bitch since it was his fault the other got the idea in the first place. He shoulda gone with something other than prince. He tensed slightly at the playful nip, but made himself relax quickly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it would hurt more if his muscles were tense. He gave a slight gasp as the other’s fangs sank into him. It didn’t hurt well at least not too much and he had to admit he felt almost good especially as the other started to drink as each swallow seemed to be pulled straight from his cock, but that was of course contradicted by the fact that it was getting harder rather than soft. He grunted at the surprising feeling, but was careful not to move too much. “Now don’t be greedy before I have to go all villain on yer ass.” He spoke calmly knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do if the other did decide to drain him. Of course he’d fight, but he was realistic enough to know it wasn’t a fight he’d win.