Bastion Solomita

Roland was aware that Bastion seemed a little distracted, noting the way he glanced around the room even as they danced. It was vaguely annoying since the vampire was used to be the center of someone's attention when he was talking to them and that was the way he liked it. He didn't mention it as yet though if it continued too much he would be sure to make Bastion focus on him and only him. He doubted it would be too difficult.

He tried to focus on Roland since he was the one Bastion was dancing and talking with. He sincerely wanted the advice and it would be rude not to listen. He looked him in the eyes and grimaced a little bit at the suggestion, the explanation. That didn't help at all, did it? "They don't even know about each other," he winced at saying it out loud. "And they're both the jealous type. I really doubt they'd be willing to share. Besides, that's not... It's really not just that."

Cyril's eyes were glued to the hellhound's face, mainly to check if he was okay, making sure the pleasure didn't shift into pain, but it was also for his own encouragement. Seeing him lean over in pleasure and close his eyes was enough to have his hips moving faster before Bastion even uttered his plea. The shifter clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring with heavy huffs of breath as he did just as he was asked.

Bastion didn't need telling twice. He reached down to grip at the forming knot at the base of his cock as Cyril stroked the rest of his length and it only took a few more thrusts from the shifter before he was tensing up and coming hard into Cyril's hand. He moaned out at the pleasure coursing through him as he spilled, his hole tightening up and twitching around Cyril's cock.

"I know." Noah breathed it right back because he did. Right now, for this at least, Noah trusted him. He nodded at the question and repeated it. "Everything but you." The hellhound gave him exactly what he asked for a moment later and Noah groaned, gripping Bastion tightly as he rocked his hips into the punishing rhythm, sparks of pleasure radiating through him with every rough thrust. He moaned and gasped, loving how hard Bastion could fuck him and how strong he felt, it added to it just like the sound of the bed creaking and the filthy smack of flesh on flesh. Noah loved it, he wanted it all and more.

He let out a sharp gasp as Noah came, his hole tightening around his cock so damn good. He continued to fuck through it, not wanting to stop and to prolong Noah's pleasure as he spilled and leaked over his hand. He continued to grip his cock, hand stilling momentarily so he could just thumb over the tip, circling, as he chased his own pleasure. He let Noah's words wash over him, encourage him, and it wasn't too much longer that Bastion was pressing deep and coming, filling Noah with everything he could give. He groaned and ground his hips in tiny circles out of habit but there was no knot to lock them together. That was probably the weirdest thing about this entire encounter.

Cillian made no complaints as the larger man practically blanketed himself over him, simply locking his legs around his waist to rest them comfortably since it'd be a good while before the knot freed them anyway. His hands continued to gently brush over the scratches he left before shifting up to his hair, running gently through the strands with a laugh at the hellhound's eagerness for more.

"You'll get your money's worth. Trust me," Bastion rumbled. He wished He could pull out so he could fuck Cillian all over again but the knot had them securely locked together. He wasn't about to hurt someone, even if they could heal, just because the rut was making him borderline too horny. He contented himself with the little break, already planning on how he was going to twist Cillian into a pretzel next.

Bastion had had his fortune told once upon a time but he didn't truly believe in that kind of stuff. Adrasia could look at his palm all he liked and glean whatever information he could but Bastion didn't think it would be worthwhile.

Obviously, Noah liked hanging out with Bastion. They both liked to party, both liked music, and were generally similar in a lot of ways. Talking about their interests was one thing and Noah was happy to party and fuck all night long, though he was a lot more reserved when it came to sharing stuff about himself. Still, Bastion had pried some details out of him here and there, mostly when they were high and Noah was fucked out and relaxed. Nothing earth shaking, no secrets, but it didn't seem bad to share things with Bastion. Noah didn't trust easy but Bastion was worming his way in somehow and Noah wasn't going to think too much about why. Fun, keep it fun and sexy and nothing would get fucked up.

Bastion couldn't say exactly when it started, but he could not deny that some certain emotions had begun to develop when he thought of Noah. They were just so similar and got on so well, had good times together whenever Noah called him up. He liked to lay on the floor with Noah and look at him when they were cross faded and fucked out, when they talked about anything and everything. It helped Bastion forget how powerless he was with the fucking collar on, forget that he was a slave here. Noah felt like a genuine friend and now, Bastion felt like he wanted more. But how could he when he was about to be bonded to Dante? It was fucked up. Complicated. And it hurt him to think about it because no matter what way he thought about it, he was being a fucking bastard to at least one person.

The beta wolf had already spent most of the day trying to find a way to satisfy his urges, but nothing was working. Usually his master was pretty good at helping him feel satiated, but even that wasn't hitting like it should've, which was why Mason was seeking out more wolves.

Bastion spent only a little time rucking his hips against Mason's as they introduced themselves. On a normal day, Bastion would have cared a just a little more about who he was about to fuck but rut had him throwing all of his pleasantries out the window. There would be about a twenty to thirty minute window when he and Mason might be able to talk when Bastion was knotted inside him but even then, Bastion couldn't promise that all he would be thinking about was fucking him again.

Of the two of them, Roland assumed he had the clearer head. Not because he was enjoying the way Bastion rode him any less than Bastion was but simply because of the fact that Roland was not in heat and therefore likely more in possession of his faculties. He certainly didn't mind the reckless abandon with which Bastion lost himself in the pleasure but the vampire did like to have some connection with his partner, hence the words in his ear and the little bite that might bring him back to himself just a little. He still gasped as Bastion drove down harder onto him, rocking up to meet him as his fingers dug in a little harder to Bastion's hips. He kept his claws to himself for the time being.

The hellhound moaned out as Roland's fangs pierced his neck. That tiny hit of pain brought him back just enough to keep from going absolutely wild, allowing him to appreciate the pleasure more. It still felt frenzied but his body kept urging him that he needed it like this, needed to fuck hard and fast. Somebody needed to be bred, even if it wasn't him doing it. He wouldn't be satisfied until it happened, then happened again and again until there was nothing left to give.

When his thrusts just got rougher, more determined, the vampire was quickly a mess underneath him. His eyes had fluttered closed, barely able to kiss back with all the moans and huffs of whines that were slipping from him, and yet the hellhound still insisted with it. He didn't mind, the contact was nice, a heated body against his cold one like this. "Yes, yes," He panted against his lips as his grip tightened, his release noticeable with the twitch of his cock inside of him, though the enlarging knot pressing against his rim now was certainly a tell-tale sign.

Bastion groaned out another low moan as Cillian came, his hole feeling so damn tight and perfect around his knot. His cock gave another throb from the pleasure and he couldn't help but grind his hips against Cillian a little bit more, drawing out his orgasm just a little bit more. When it was over, his head was pleasantly fuzzy. He knew his rut would demand more but this had cooled him off enough to think clearly... Ish.

"Mm, can't argue with that." Noah had gotten accustomed to it before Stigr had claimed him and now with his healing he didn't have to worry much about it. Collared like he was in Bastion's body it would be different but he doubted he would mind much if Bastion intended to fuck him as well as he had the other times they'd hooked up. It made him dizzy to think about it too much, that he was going to get fucked in Bastion's body by his own body, so he just tried not to and went with how good and different it felt.

"I got you," Bastion breathed against Noah's lips. He smirked at the other's impatience and had half a mind to see what he'd do if Bastion waited, but he was feeling impatient now too. Those words had him groaning, drawing back so he could slam forward. "Everything but me?" he questioned, voice airy with desire as he began a punishing rhythm, using the power afforded to him by being in Noah's body. It felt so effortless to fuck into him as hard as he was going, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. He'd nearly forgotten that this is what he normally felt like -- energized, strong. The collar on his neck had sapped so much of his strength and he'd already been in it long enough to have gotten used to the dampening on his supernatural abilities. To have it back through Noah's body, kind of? It felt fucking great.

Cyril let out a huff as he was rolled onto his back, eyes darkened with lust as he watched Bastion work his way out of his pants. His breath hitched at the feeling his spit-slicked hand running along his cock, and any confusion for what he was doing was quickly wiped away when he lined himself up and sunk down onto him. He couldn't protest even if he wanted to, couldn't preach about foreplay or prep because his hands were snapping to Bastion's hips and his head was falling back with a moan at how sinfully tight he was without any of that.

"I'm great," Bastion replied breathily, giving a lopsided grin as Cyril's hands found his hips. Bastion didn't really get off on pain but little hits of it were fine; the scratch of a partner's nails on his skin as they clung to him, the brief burn of getting fucked without prep. It all melted into pleasure soon enough and that's exactly what happened with Cyril. The hellhound moaned as Cyril started to fuck up into him, adjusting his rhythm to let the shifter's take priority. He focused on their hands on his cock instead, guiding Cyril's to jerk him off.

Cillian was quickly getting lost in the pleasure, thighs tightening around the other's waist as if he'd try and stop and pull away. He couldn't have that even if the alpha seemed not able to think of anything but fucking into him in that moment. His noises were quickly swallowed by the kiss, and even as he licked up the blood that trickled from the scratches he had left he was humming and moaning out sweet sounds of enjoyment.

While Bastion appreciated the encouragement, there was no way Cillian was going to be getting out of this without being knotted. Bastion was too far gone as far as his primal instincts. He had a willing body under him, receptive to him, and he had planned to tie them together from the moment that he first fucked into Cillian's body. Even still, Bastion's thrusts became more rough, more punishing, as he chased his climax. His knot was growing at the base of his cock with every rock of their bodies and he began to tease it past the tight rim of Cillian's hole.

Roland spoke many languages. He'd always found them easy to pick up and he'd traveled so much that he'd just happened to collect them. He could converse fluently in at least a dozen languages and understood at least a dozen more. That was yet another advantage to having lived over a millenium and it pleased Roland that he could speak with Bastion in his native tongue. The hellhound did seem more comfortable and more able to express himself that way, though helping him practice his English wouldn't hurt either.

Bastion nodded. He tried to keep his eyes on Roland's as they danced and talked but every time they hit a certain angle, his gaze darted around for Noah or Dante to see if they were still in the ballroom, to see if they were with other people or, hell forbid, near each other. That was something Bastion wasn't prepared for and didn't think he'd ever be prepared for. It wasn't that he thought their personalities would clash too horribly but rather that he didn't want to be the topic of conversation until he figured out exactly what the fuck he was doing with both of them. Of course he had his developing bond with Dante that would inevitably solidify once heat week came but what the fuck was he doing with Noah? Bastion liked him to the point that thinking of him made his heart race a little bit. This was so... Fucked.

Dante relaxed more underneath Bastion with a happy sigh as he pressed kisses along his collarbone and chest, very aware of what his alpha was doing. They might not be able to spend much time together right now, but scenting was something they both needed -- at least it was some other way to stake their claim on each other and he moved a hand to curl loosely in the older man's hair. He'd closed his eyes, just simply soaking in the attention and affection when he caught the slight shift in Bastion's tone.

He went with the pull easily, giving a growl right back as they kissed. Bastion started to grind his hips, angling to brush against Dante's sweet spot as he continued to stroke his mate's cock. He thumbed the tip, gave a careful twist of his wrist with every up and down. "Yeah. Yeah, let's do that," he breathed.

Roland figured Bastion would be impatient but it would be at least a little more comfortable for both of them with lube. He knew he used it more than most masters in the castle but it generally made for a better experience overall, no matter how impatient everyone was. Granted, there was a time and place for going without but Roland had decided this wasn't one of them. Besides, the feel of Bastion's big hand gripping and stroking him wasn't one he wanted to give up on just yet and it was even better with the slick of the lube easing the way.

Bastion's head was fuzzy with pleasure. He rode Roland's dick with abandon, only shifting when the vampire guided him to and moaning out when it got Bastion driving down right against his own sweet spot. There were no logical thoughts in his head, only the feral need to fuck, to come. He almost lost his words completely but Roland's were pulling his hazy attention back from the brink, his focus sharpened by the sharp bite to his ear. He groaned and drove his hips down harder, the lewd and repetitive sounds filling the room.

If the hellhound hadn't laughed the way he had, the shifter would've found himself worrying that it was too much. He was thankful to hear it, and he cracked an awkward smile when he confirmed he liked this better. His mouth opened to reply, but his words fell short as his hand was caught, eyes widening as he took them into his mouth. He groaned, nodding his head encouragingly at the sight. A softer, barely audible growl slipped from him at the nip, but the second his digits were free he was gripping his jaw and slamming their lips together again, a lack of that gentleness from before that he had carefully pushed away.

He was beginning to think that Cyril was a little too in his head for the moment until that grip was on his jaw and their lips were crashing together. Bastion kissed back excitedly, not minding that roughness. He was usually the rough partner and constantly had to dial it back out of consideration. The tease of Cyril's own savagery sent arousal straight down to the space between his legs. Bastion's cock was hard as steel by the time his leathers were worked open and Cyril's hand was wrapping around him. He grinned and huffed out gently, hips rolling so he could buck up into the other man's grip. Bastion tipped his head a little to let Cyril at his neck for a moment until he was rolling them in the grass to put the shifter onto his back. There was a complicated little shimmy so he could work his own pants down, a quick spit into his hand, and then he was gripping Cyril's length to slick it up as best he could given the situation.