Here to serve you

She paused upon hearing the greeting - it honestly wasn’t that often that a slave greeted her, not until she got to know them better and they realised Audrey wasn’t a threat. “Hello, Darling.” She greeted him in return.

“Of course. He’ll learn, eventually.” Kian said. At least the other hadn’t been dissatisfying. Leaving the city for reasons of their own accord seemed reasonable enough to him. “Often enough, I suppose.” Although there were times that he seemingly disappeared. “How long had you been claimed for?”

“Not you. Your face is too familiar to be new. I meant the angry one.” He jerked his head back in the direction of the trashed cell. Kian leaned against the bars of the cell in front of him though, “What happened with your claim?”

He glanced into the cell the voice had come from, studying the slave for a moment before turning away from the mess and moving in closer to him. “Hm. New?” He questioned. He probably had seen this one’s face before, which made sense given the my time here comment.

He probably wasn’t supposed to take glass into the Chateau with him – but what did he care for rules? Besides, he could also dispose of it neatly and was hardly worried. It had been too long since he last made the rounds, looking for new slaves – checking to see if the old ones still caught his interest. He paused when he came to a cell that looked like it had been trashed, glancing around for the guards before looking back into it and mumbling to himself, “What the fuck is this?” And who the hell was supervising. Although maybe if the cell was empty, they were being taught a lesson about appreciating what privileges they had.

Cock fully hard and proud in the other’s mouth, Quint bucked his hips up into the warm hole and pulling his head down onto his length. Quint was a rather easy beast to please…and as long as his partner knew what they were doing Quint would purr like a cat. The wolf moaned, glancing down at the other with a wicked smirk. “Come on pet, we both know ya can take more….” he grunted, thrusting up a little harder to see if he could make that cute face contort in a gag.

Quint leaned back against the door of the home, humming as the boy got right to work. The wolf was already half hard, cock proud and thick and hooded. Round fingers moved through the other’s hair as Chris started bobbing around his cock, the wolf groaning out happily as he tipped his head back. “Fuck thats it….” He groaned, smirking. 

Quint chuckled, nodding. “It is….like a good wine. Gets better as it ages.” He mused in agreement as they moved to his rather modest house next to Cyrus’s. If anything it could be mistake for just a shed next door. Quint shrugged. “Eh, nothin to be sorry about. He mused, pushing the other into his home and closing the door behind them. He palmed at his own groin with a wicked smirk. “How bout ya remind me how good that mouth feels….”

Quint didnt miss the lean, snickering as he swatted at the other’s ass playfully. “Fuckin whore.” He teased, the term one of endearment than belittlement. “Bored as fuck.” He grunted as they walked. “Found myself in a slump so figured a warm mouth and a tight hole could make me feel better.” He smirked.

Ah Chris….such a simple creature and a being always eager to please. Quint chuckled, reaching up to grip the other’s chin and tug him closer. “Careful….hate to have to fuck ya here for everyone to see.” Quint teased before jerking his head to signal the other to follow before leading the way out.

“Chris Potter,” She repeated with a nod, taking a swig from her drink before continuing. “And what would cause a young man such as yourself to come here willingly?” Joan was curious, always the nosy one who felt the need to be in everyone’s business, but she supposed that, as an elder, it was her given right to do so. “Rare to see a slave who came willingly these days.”

He pondered for a moment. “Well, I would have had you blow me while I drive, but you’re quite tall, and that wouldn’t be a good angle, so how about you just tell me about what you like.”

Evelyn glanced at the slave kneeling before her, she appreciated the respectful slaves but the man was still a human which made her raise her eyebrow. “And you aren’t one of them, human?” It wasn’t a secret that the unseelies hardly cared for humans and possibly wanted them gone more than any other species.

He nodded. “For about as long as you’ve been, though I’ve been aware of this city for nearly 500 years.”

“Sir is fine. I decided years ago that brats aren’t worth my time. Feisty, energetic, sure.” He simply turned to look at the slave with a smile - his face having morphed to it’s true vampyric form.