The Studious Wolf

Finished with what he’d been doing, Stigr had begun to head into the bedroom when Elliot looked out at him.  “You’re the Head Scribe for the council, correct?”  On his way to Krovs, Stigr had made a point to look into who the current staff was, particularly those who were heavily involved with council affairs.  “I suppose the slaves, though that’s what brings everyone to this castle, anyway.  I’m hoping at least one catches my eye.”

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He watched Elliot and moved to settle himself back before the other, this time opting to be between the other man’s knees as he tugged his shirt out from his waistband and began undoing some of the buttons on the shirt. “I think this top half is plenty nice to look at…” Both halves are but really, Taryn could wind up staring at Elliot shirtless all day. “But the other half doesn’t have to be undressed for me to enjoy it.” He offered with a playful grin.

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   Elliot bit his lip watching Taryn curious as to what he was going to pick. His chest rising and falling slowly, before the other started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Hearing as his top half was nice to look at, and his bottom half didn’t need to be undressed to play with. Rubbing the back of his neck, he push away from Taryn and out of his desk chair, instead pulling off his clothes, before moving to bend slightly over a table, his backside facing Taryn, he moved a hand over it. 

Stigr accepted the stack of papers when they were handed over to him, a quiet sigh escaping the councilman.  Though he didn’t really mind handling paperwork, it was easily his least favorite part of being one of the higher up vampires within the castle.  He flipped through a couple and then set them aside on the counter to deal with later.  The vampire followed the younger man into the bedroom, reaching out to take one of the bags from him.

“I think the bag you have is mostly the shirts I’ve brought with.  If you could just put them in the closet behind you, I’d appreciate it.”  He replied with the faintest smile, opening his own bag.

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Being around Elliot, he found, was not like being around others. He turned his face into the hand that regarded him gently and kissed his palm. Glancing back, he raised his brows. “Really? Well… Kaden is teaching me a little but I’ll never say no to extra help. Although I don’t know if I can concentrate as well with you as I do Kaden.” The admission left him a little more freely behind the closed doors of his office. He was comfortable with the wolf. “I don’t tend to have him half undressed in my head, to be fair.”

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Taryn grinned as Elliot waved him in, shutting the door behind him. He moved to place a basket on the desk beside him, grinning. “I figured I would get you something to eat. Rumor has it you live in here now. So… I followed a recipe one of the cooks taught me. It’s steak and potatoes with some roasted veggies.” He offered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I couldn’t get you a Christmas gift or anything… so I figured this would do. Or I hoped it would. The chef said anything over medium rare was sinful in this castle.” Moving to pull up a chair, he sat patiently. Just happy to be in the company of the other. “I’ve been okay. Reading, studying. Trying to learn more white magic.”

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Stigr’s gaze slid down along the younger man’s frame, taking him in for a moment before he bothered to speak.  One of the many reasons that the councilman could sometimes put others a little on edge, the critical, sharp way that he’d look at them as he decided whether or not to formulate a response to something that they’d said.  This one was the council scribe, supposedly, if he’d thought he had papers important enough to pawn off on Stigr almost as soon as he’d entered the castle.  He grunted softly and shut the cabinet door for the moment, leisurely making his way toward the other man.

He held out a hand, eyebrow raised.  “Give me those and I’ll read them while we move into my bedroom.  If you’d be good enough to grab those bags as I’ve already instructed once.”

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   Elliot did not consider himself an anxious person, except probably when he was around Councilmen, especially when they were new and he knew nothing about them personally. In his experience they could either be very friendly, very perverted, very cruel, or any mixture of the three. He was hoping that this would be the former and neither of the latter. Nodding his head when the hand was held out and he was told to give him the papers before doing what he had been asked to do. 

“Seth, hey! How have you been?” Once the other was sitting and pleasantries exchanged he jumped right into what he needed help with. “So, basically what I have here is, I am stuck by my own limitations. I have reason to believe what I am working with involves the school of Conjuration, which, simply put, is my weakest area of magic. I was wondering, would you have any skill in that?” 

While he’d been trying to teach himself things, there was a face he’d found himself missing from time to time. And as he slowly peered his head in to the other’s office, he cleared his throat. “I… I haven’t seen you in some time and I just wanted to drop in. Say hello.” He offered with a small smile. “Hello.”

@elliot-crawford​

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   Paper Work.....Council Meeting....Translate this....Budget for that.....get bent over and fucked by a master here.......bring me these minutes....Finally get to lay your head down and sleep. No matter what Elliot did. it seemed he was doing work for a master or a councilman. He had no time for himself, to relax, to spend with friends he was thinking of. He was in the middle of typing up the refined minutes of the last council meeting when Taryn stuck his head in. Feeling himself smile on instinct, he gave a little wave. 

Kaden was almost shocked to say that he was enjoying himself in Krovs this Christmas season. He missed his family like hell since he’d sent them off after Raiden’s threat against them. The important thing was that he knew they were safe and sound even if he had no idea where they were. He’d taken off of work for the night so that he could spend time with Lucien as he promised and enjoy himself. Hell, he’d been very proud about the homage to his cowboy roots back home he’d put together even if he had a feeling his master would not approve. It was turning out to be a good evening. 

“Happy Holidays!”

“Merry Christmas,” Kaden replied back with a sweet smile as he took his chimney cake from the vendor. Lately it seemed the world was so afraid to say the word of what they were actually celebrating tonight on December 25th. He had every intention of eating his way through the winter village, the few Christmas lights on his hat definitely drawing attention in the snowy park. That was sort of the point as he turned, his mouth full of delicious warm, cinnamon sugar bread with chocolate Nutella. “My stars and heavens. Have you tried these chimney cakes?” he asked the other. “Mm, this is so good it’ll make childbirth a pleasure.” 

@krovscastlestarters​

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   Elliot was walking through the village, he was getting a few things for friends and family, when he stopped near a vendor. He was looking through everything he had gotten making sure that everyone was covered when he heard the voice speak out to him asking if he had tried the chimney cakes, that they were delicious, and somehow would even make childbirth a pleasure. This caused the Werewitch to raise his eyebrow in confusion as he looked over at the other.  

It had been some time since Stigr’s last visit to the castle, that trip having been cut exceptionally short when he was called back to business a month into his stay.  The councilman had been kept away due to various reasons, his country and the businesses that he ran keeping him distracted, but Stigr was finally back after two years of absence.  It seemed that he’d chosen an interesting time to return, the full moon affecting a good majority of the castle.  Stigr was sure it would be very entertaining to witness, but for now, he was more focused on getting his suite into order, the vampire always very particular about his personal spaces.

He’d asked for a slave or staff to be brought up to help him get things settled and assumed that they were the ones who walked through the door he’d left open.  “Good.  About time.”  Stigr commented quietly, not bothering to look up from where he was arranging things in the kitchen.  “I’ll need you to take those bags by the door to the bedroom.  I should be there shortly.”  When he didn’t hear them doing as instructed after a minute or so, the councilman glanced over, impatience flickering very briefly across his features.  “Well?  Do as you’re told.”

@krovscastlestarters​

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   When Elliot had been told that a Councilman had arrived back at the castle, he quickly put together a collection of information and minutes he considered important in any meetings that they had missed along with a complete accounting of the castle’s current finances so that they could be ready for the next council meeting. He liked to bring them personally so that he could also introduce himself, and let them know that he was there at their service should they need any additional information. The last few meetings had been rather longer, and covered a range of topics, so the files he was bringing were thicker than usual, and required two hands to carry. Arriving at the suite, he found the master giving him orders, and he wasn’t quite sure where to put the papers down, so he awkwardly stood there, looking around to try and figure out what to do to help, until he saw the master come into the room. 

What if… Elliot’s Job Interview Went Different  Character Name: Elliot Crawford

Age: 250

Species: Werewolf (Alpha) - Witch 

Role: Slave

The hand grazing over his clothed length had Taryn’s hips rolling. But he grinned against Elliot’s lips, nodding and moving to shut and lock the door. He moved to the blinds then, and shut them as well before he moved back to Elliot. Standing before the other, just out of reach, Taryn undressed and took his time doing so. When he was down to nothing but his boxer briefs, he moved to kneel in front of Elliot. “Can I… can I do something for you?” His fingers danced along the outline of Elliot’s own crotch, feeling how hard he was already before hands moved to the button. “I really want to make you feel good..”

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Seth’s smile faded as Elliot went into detail, immediately clearing his throat and shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he glanced away. “Well, uh…it…it sounds pretty on brand for around here. I mean, it is a castle full of sex slaves and horny bastards,” he stammered. That whole expectation of sex always made Seth personally uncomfortable. He wasn’t entirely sex repulsed, however, he considered himself pretty close to it unless it was someone he knew well enough and trusted for that level of physical contact and intimacy. 

He shifted his chair to the side a bit when Elliot came over, glad to be more focused on actual work than discussing the awkward shit that went on in Krovs Castle. Course it seemed that moment wouldn’t last very long for as soon as the other man spoke those words, Seth felt heat rise from his core and bring color to his cheeks. His eyes widened. Oh no. He’d unfortunately become all too familiar with sex magic thanks to that spell book Gotrik insisted he study months ago. And by the looks of it it seemed that Elliot was just as screwed as he was. “Shiiiitttt,” he hissed through his teeth, rubbing a hand over his face and squirming in his chair. “Dude, I think the Swiss councilman just gave you this out of boredom.” 

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   As the realization of what he was feeling became clearer and clearer, the more Elliot tried to fight it. His body however, was demanding they obey the hold the curse had on them. It was demanding he had sex with Seth, as payment for possession and use of the vase that he had unwittingly activated. Based on how Seth was acting it was abundantly clear it had a hold on him too, and try as he might clearly whatever demon had put this curse into the vase, it was old and powerful, because it was starting to seep into Elliot’s mind. Images of Seth on all fours naked being eaten out by the werewitch, and Elliot riding him flashing through his head. Elliot let out a low whine, a wet spot on his crotch now forming from the precum he was already leaking as if he was in heat. 

Aleixo avoided drinking when it came to events, preferring to keep his wits about him.  Though he was claimed by Raiden, that didn’t necessarily stop some of the masters from thinking they could put their hands on any slave, particularly a drunk one.  He was hanging around the bar for the time being, however, mostly to stay warm since his costume did little in that regard.  “I can see that.”  He replied with a small smile, crossing his arms.  “I guess I’ve been having fun as well.”

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“Having a fun Halloween? Because I have been having a grand time.”