"Perhaps later or next time," Henri said with a breath of laughter, returning Armand's smile with a warm one of his own. He sat up then and pushed off the bed, grabbing a silk black robe to wrap around himself. "I got what I wanted. As promised, you may use the rest of the time however you like here in my suite. Help yourself to a shower or drink or let me know if you wish to order something from the kitchen."

Next time. Well, at least Henri seemed to be one of the more decent masters -- though Armand wasn't sure that was quite the right word. "Decent" seemed to be a stretch even, considering Henri was willingly in the castle. But the wolf knew there were much worse men in Krovs. He admired the ahool for a second longer and then pushed off the bed with a nod. "I think I'll take you up on that shower first. Thank you." Armand patted Henri on the chest as he walked passed him. "Might even take you up on that offer of food later."

Henri inevitably stilled inside the wolf as his orgasm faded. He ran his tongue over the puncture wounds, lapping up any drops of blood, though still left a bit of a mess running down the other's neck and dipping into his collar bone. He hummed as he took in the sight of the pretty wolf like this, fingers tracing over Armand's chest, the perfect panes of muscle on his abdomen. "I'm satisfied, but don't go too far," he said as he pulled out of the slave and left him there on the bed. Henri didn't bother getting dressed. "I'm sure I'll need you again for another round within the hour. I put in for a few for you."

Armand stirred underneath Henri with a soft noise as the man's tongue ran over the puncture wounds, still not entirely sure how he felt about being fed from. At least it wasn't horrible with the master, though Armand suspected that had something to do with it being combined with sex. He didn't bother trying to wipe the rest of the blood away, not yet, anyway, and looked back up at Henri with a much more relaxed expression than usual. Though Armand didn't think that he'd remain sated for very long, not during a heat. He pressed up briefly into Henri's touch, not entirely able to silence a discontented grumble when the man pulled out of him. "Mm. You know where to find me if you need me." Armand commented back with a faint laugh, not intending to stray very far from Henri's room.

Armand might have pointed out that they would likely get in some sort of trouble if they fought, but the wolf wasn't overly bothered by it. And judging from the way that Arnon had been behaving since being dumped in the Undercroft, the wolf assumed the same could be said of the other slave. "I guess we will." Though with the collars around their necks, they were pretty much equal. Armand reached out to take the other man's hand, shaking briefly before letting go. "Pleasure to meet you as well. Even under less than ideal circumstances." He glanced distastefully around the Undercroft before the wolf's attention refocused on Arnon. "Nothing exciting. It was just me being an idiot and letting my guard down after managing to avoid being brought here for so long. I guess that I assumed no hunter would be interested in capturing me." He raised one shoulder in a small shrug. "Just how did you end up here? I'll assume, judging off how often you piss the guards off, that you didn't make it easy."

"I was waiting for you, dude," Seth snorted, grinning lopsidedly at the wolf. His cool gaze ran him up and down appreciatively as Armand approached. He set his near-empty drink aside and zipped up the rest of the distance, one hand cupping the back of the slave's neck. He brought him in to meet for a kiss, experimental at first, but soon Seth deepened it as he rather liked the taste.

Armand couldn't help a slight laugh as he was pulled down into a kiss, his hands moving to grip Seth by the hips to pull him in closer. It was easy enough to settle into this, the wolf feeling much less defensive than he would with a master, and he used his grip on Seth to steer him blindly back through the room. "Where's the bedroom?" He muttered into the kiss, breaking it to trail a series of sharp nips along Seth's neck, his hands sliding down to start working the other man's pants open.

Shutting slaves up was incredibly satisfying, but shutting them up and getting them to do as they were told? That was even better. Hunter smirked to himself as he looked at Armand down on the floor, legs spread like a whore, his hand wrapped around his cock and moaning like a needy slut. It seemed the other's sharp comments were now replaced with nothing but the need to get off, and Hunter didn't mind that at all. Unfastening his belt and then his jeans, the vampire started to strip off, making sure to circle Armand again so he could see the desperate omega from all angles. "That's it, slut," Hunter purred before spitting in his palm and starting to stroke his own dick, dropping to his knees behind the slave. He bit at his lower lip as he spread apart the omega's pert ass cheeks before lining up the tip of his cock and sinking into that perfect, wet heat in one hard thrust. Hunter tipped his head back in pleasure for a moment before getting his shit together, his fingers sinking into Armand's hips as he started up a hard, brutal, deep pace, each obscene smack of skin-on-skin echoing through the room as he used the omega's body for his own pleasure.

It was unlikely that Armand would be this cooperative when he wasn't going through heat, having little interest in making things easy for masters, but it was hard to focus on anything but sex at the moment. The wolf was very aware of the fact that Hunter was circling him, another low growl escaping the omega and he lifted his head to watch him for a second before the vampire stepped behind him. The older man exhaled sharply as the master finally started to do what he wanted, his hand freezing for a second, wrapped around the base of his cock. Armand knew he wasn't likely to last very long this first round and he made a strangled little noise when Hunter started to fuck him with hard, deep thrusts, not giving him much of any time to adjust. Not that the slave really cared, his lips parting in rough panting breaths as he rocked back to meet every thrust. "Jesus fucking Christ, just like that." He growled, enjoying the sensation of being filled so perfectly finally, but craving more. Armand spread his legs more and dropped his forehead against the arm that was keeping him propped up, starting to stroke himself again, his body beginning to tighten around Hunter's cock as he drew closer to release.

"Is it? Are you one of those masters who prefers to take it?" Not that Armand had any real interest in offering that, especially during heat week. The wolf had tried to top before in the past and found out very quickly that it wasn't something he got much pleasure from. He started to thrust up into Hunter's hand, a low growl rumbling in his chest at the words. Why did so many of these bastards seem to enjoy hearing themselves talk? "You gonna keep running your goddamn mouth or are we --" He wasn't able to finish that snappish response, finding himself shoved down onto his hands and knees fairly quickly. The omega huffed softly and let his front half drop down, spreading his legs like he'd been basically instructed to and dropped his head forward. Armand moved a hand between his legs, starting to stroke himself with a low moan.

Henri slowed to a halt as the waves of his orgasm ebbed away. He didn’t move just yet, taking one or two last drinks from Armand’s neck before he pulled away. His tongue dragged over the tiny puncture wounds. His eyes returned to their usual brown as he sat up, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to taste one last time. He used his thumb to wipe up any blood left on his chin. “Mm. Delicious,” he murmured, sucking the red smear off his thumb. He gazed down at the pretty thing in his bed and withdrew from him, getting comfortable on the bed beside Armand while he continued floating in euphoria. “Hope that was good for you too.”

The slave shifted underneath Henri with a quiet moan at the press of the older man's tongue against his skin, watching quietly as the man sat up. His gaze dropped down for a second to watch Henri's tongue swipe along his bottom lip, heat sparking in Armand's eyes for a second but he didn't complain as the master dropped down beside him. Stretching out with a contented sigh, he turned his head to regard the other man and offered him a slight grin. "Very. I hope you have more where that came from."

"Good to know," Seth hummed, glancing down at Circe with a smile as she stretched and went back to snoozing. Such a good girl, he thought. He'd harass her later; he had another dog to bother now. He brought his drink to his lips and took a long gulp. He could feel it kicking in quickly; funny and both unfair how becoming an immortal made him a lighter weight than when he'd been a mortal. One beer wouldn't knock him on his ass though. "Well, whenever you're ready, we can get to the fun part of fucking you rough but not slapping you around like a piñata."

A small snort of laughter escaped Armand and he downed the rest of his beer quickly. The wolf would have liked something a little stronger but he didn't enjoy the idea of getting drunk around someone that he didn't know. Though this Seth was maybe a little more trustworthy than the masters. "I'm ready whenever you are." He replied with a small gesture, stepping closer to the younger man and raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't let me rush you with your drink, though."

Henri gave into the wolf slave's command as he felt the pressure between his legs rapidly build to dangerous levels. His hips thrust sharp and erratic, his grunts loud and animalistic chasing after that sweet release. His orgasm hit him like a train. His eyes turned red, he hinged forward and sank his extending fangs into the younger's neck, drawing up mouthfuls of blood while continuing to pump his seed deep into Armand's bowels. He didn't dare stop until those waves of pleasure did.

Armand grunted as Henri's fangs sank into his neck, still not entirely used to being fed from but finding that he didn't entirely hate it. Only a few more thrusts from the master pushed him over the edge as well and the slave groaned, arching up into Henri and tightening his grip briefly on the older man. He rocked down against the other man's cock as he rode out his own orgasm and then fell back against the mattress, breathing heavily. Armand was sated for now but he knew that wouldn't last long, not so early into heat week.

Teasing him felt a little too good, even as he was balls deep into the wolf he could feel his frustration. That only fed into his own ego, that he could control just how he wanted the wolf to be. How desperate he could make him by moving as slowly as he was. He allowed the other to touch himself if he wanted, he chuckled against his neck as he heard his words. "I'm sure you will when I'm done with you. You're too much of a slut just to be fucked by one person." he chuckled, he'd give one last slow push in before he shifted everything. He was bent over him so his lips brushed against the meaty shoulder as he snapped his hips hard into him. That created a loud smack of skin to skin as he let his teeth graze over the smooth flesh. "Such a needy puppy, need to be fucked properly hm?" He continues to fuck him hard, slamming against him with each buck of his hips.

The wolf simply growled at Everett when the man laughed, dropping his head down with an annoyed little huff as the lich continued to tease him. Thankfully, it didn't take much longer for the master to start fucking him properly and Armand moaned loudly, rocking back to meet every forward thrust of Everett's. "It's about fucking time that you start doing it properly." He snapped back, gripping hard onto the couch, his breathing starting to deepen as Armand edged closer to release. The wolf knew it wasn't going to take long the first time so he didn't bother trying to hold back, a low groan escaping the slave as he came, his body tightening around Everett's cock.

The teasing doesn't cease even as he listens to the wolf as he begs so beautifully for him. At the same time he uses the sharpness of his thumb nail to drag along the curvature of his ass. Leaving behind a nice red line that quickly began to leave a red mess in its wake. "Good puppy, was that so hard?" He teases, he swipes the blood that has pooled on his skin to use to coat his cock. With a grip on his hip he pushes right through the tight circle of his hole. He doesn't consider stopping until he was full sheathed within the slave. "Mmm... perfect." He groans, he gives a half second to adjust before he's pulling back to thrust back into him. His pace slow, a tease in itself, wanting to see how badly the wolf crumbled under him.

A soft hiss escaped the wolf, stiffening underneath Everett, feeling blood welling from the cut caused by the lich. The question just got an annoyed grumble out of Armand as he pressed back impatiently against the master, frustrated that he'd begged like he'd been told to and Everett still seemed intent on moving things slowly. Then the older man's cock was pushing into him and Armand moaned, moving one hand from the couch to wrap around his own cock. Even with how damn slow Everett was moving, Armand knew he sure as hell wasn't going to last long the first time and he alternated between rocking his hips forward and pressing back against Everett. A low growl sounded from Armand after a second and he threw a glare over his shoulder at the councilman. "Do you not remember me saying I'll find someone else to fuck me if you won't?"

He uses his foot to spread those legs even wider wanting the best view of his cock being swallowed by such a plump ass. The wolf would question his motives even when his body was running so hot for any touch. One the lich was to willing to give him if he did as he was told to do. "That's right. You want this cock so bad it shouldn't be so hard to accomplish." He says as he teases that hole with the blunt end of his cock. "Now come on, beg. Beg to be filled, to be fucked, to find that release you so desperately need." The lich has his hand now wrapped around the wolf's neck to tighten just enough to make his command known.

Everett pushing his legs even further apart made Armand have to bend further over the couch, his cock grinding against the back. The sensation drew a sharp whine from the slave and he just barely stopped himself from thrusting forward to get more friction. That combined with Everett's cock teasing against his hole was enough to push aside his pride for the moment, a moan escaping Armand at the pressure of the master's hand around his neck. "Jesus Christ, please, Everett, I need your cock so goddamn bad. I need you to fuck me until all I can think of and scream is your name. Need you to fucking fill me until your cum is dripping down my damn thighs and I can't think straight." Armand rolled his hips back against Everett, dropping his head forward with a growl. "Please."