Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

"Going to have to do this again, lich." He growled though he knew Everett wouldn't be the same size next time they ran into each other. Didn't mean Raiden couldn't manhandle him. He'd not meant anyone he couldn't manhandle. It was his MO. "Might have to charge you next time." He said slipping out of his fellow councilman and setting him down rocking his shoulders. There were no lasting wounds, just some dried blood around where some had been, but Raiden was playing it up.. "Trying to ruin my ink." He said with mock disappointment.

"Of course, I'm not hard to find if you want another round." He laughed, he was placed back down onto the ground. His new height made him have to look up a ways to get a look at his face. Pleased with what he had left behind even if it just happened to be blood. They both healed too quickly to ever leave more than just the dry bits. "Have to leave something of me behind, no?" He doesn't do much with his clothes, leaving them the mess that they were left in.

"Know I don't have any virtues over here Evie. I'll go through this table to get at you if you push me." Raiden didn't have any patience as he put his dropped his hand to look at his fellow councilman. Usually he did have more fun with the lesser beings around the castle because they were so easy to push around and intimidate. Shade was prime example. The mix of fear and hate came off of him in droves. Evie didn't have that. It was something different that always pulled at a different part of the tribrid. "Is that what you want, Romania? Me to come over this table?"

"Oh I know it. You shouldn't tease me like that." He hummed, he had no qualms of their game being interrupted by Raiden's inability to control himself. A bit of him that the lich simply enjoyed, especially when he got to rile him up some beforehand. He was so easy to push to get what he, himself, wanted out of their encounters. "If you do that I will consider that a win for me." He chuckled, though his eyes stared down the other with intense desire. Could he reas what was on his face right now? That he'd want him to come over the table to do what he wished with him.

Kaden jerked away and turned his head to properly face Everett now, one brow arched high while the other furrowed. "You're sayin' that like I don't have any choice in the matter," he stated. "What happens if I say 'no, thank you'?"

"You're right, you have no choice but it's fun to make one believe they do." He giggled, her could jerk away but he was right back on him faster than the other could blink. A hand around his neck, and an arm around his waist meant he wasn't going anywhere. "Up to you if this goes down the more fun way or less fun way." He did not clue him in on which was what for him or if he spoke of his own pleasures.

Merek was breathing hard, though he managed a grin back at Everett when the master's forehead pressed against his own. The pyromancer stayed where he was for now, though he knew he'd probably have to move soon. "Because I'm unbearably handsome?" He asked with a playful smile, his fingers starting to idly play with Everett's hair.

The lich chuckles, "Something like that." He hums, enjoying the comfort of their closeness for a moment longer. He'd have to send him back to whoever had rented him, used and full of him, the thought made him smirk. "Not sure I'm quite done with you yet." He didn't have to wait, either, the pros of being what he was his virilty was constant. "Unless you have somewhere to be." He said as though he'd allow him to leave.

"I'm not hearing your prayers, angel," Raphael snarled down at the tiny thing who normally stood taller than him in human form. He grabbed a handful of soft, dark hair and yanked Everett's head up. His hips dragged nice and slow, every thrust precisely hard and deep, his rigid source of heat brushing against that bundle of nerves inside of the lich. "Let me help you remember. Our Father, who art in heaven." Thrust. "Hallowed by thy name." Thrust. "Thy kingdom come." Thrust. "Thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven." Thrust. The wicked ghoul leaned forward, his lips at Everett's ear, breath hot against it. "Are you remembering now? I expect you to scream it."

It was deviously sinful to dirty such a prayer that had once meant more than his existence to him. Yet here he was with his back arched, and a demon deep within his guts was he saying them. He said them along with the other, each thrust leaving him breathless as he struggled to say that prayer. "I.. yes... remember it well." He groaned, he gives in to the carnal need to please, to sin as he begins the prayer again. "Our father, who art in heaven." The words screamed, as thrust hitting that nerve bundle again. "Hallowed be thy name! Thy kingdom come." The last coming out as a strangled groan, his focus shaking as he held onto this prayer as if his soul depended on it. "Thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven." the last of the prayer screamed as he moves back to meet each one of those thrusts.

It was very, very flattering for the pyromancer that Everett seemed to enjoy him so much. There were some masters that Merek absolutely did not want the full attention of, but the councilman was not one of them. He leaned more into the older man with an appreciative hum as he was pulled in close, noting right where they were headed and he grinned into the kiss. "Ooh, I do love it when you're bossy, darling." He gave him a playful wink and straightened himself up to start stripping quickly. Merek wasn't as fussy with his Undercroft clothing, so he was out of them in no time and moving into the center of the bed, settling himself onto all fours and looked over his shoulder at Everett.

Everett fought every cell of his being not to simply devour the pyromancer where he laid. Gorgeous among the large, silk covered bed, almost too much for the lich to simply handle. He took his own time in removing his own dressings, allowing them to fall from his slender frame and placing them on the back of the nearest chair. He joins the other moments later, crawling towards him until he was hovering over him. Fingers find the others chin to turn and lift up enought to touch theirs lips together in a slow, deliberate kiss. Hand roaming the spanse of his back as it followed the bumps that formed from the pyromancers spine. "Gorgeous, truly. I don't doubt you were sculpted by gods very hands." He said moving away from him a moment before changing his mind. "Lay on your back, I think this time I'll allow you to enjoy me."

Merek's only response to that was a slightly breathless laugh, a shiver going through the pyromancer at the feel of Everett's fangs. The slave tipped his head slightly, a soft moan escaping him as his lips parted against the master's. He moved a few more times, rolling his hips and then adjusted his angle just a little bit before his orgasm hit him. Merek whined out the other man's name, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Everett's.

The lich wasn't so far behind the slave as he pushed up into him through the others orgasm. Feeling him tightening around him as he did so sending Everett into his own. Holding him down onto his cock he shot his own into the tight heat that was Merek. Groaning against those lips as he filled him to the brim, rocking a little as he rode that high that he enjoyed so much. Pressing his forehead up into the others as he grinned wildly at him. "Mmmm." He hummed, "Now you see why I am so keen on you, Merek."

Kaden raised a brow, noticing Everett growing closer. He wasn't sure he liked that. "So I've been told," he drawled, sipping on his whiskey. He wasn't going to ask; he'd wait for the lich to tell him what he wanted first. Because instinct informed Kaden something was wanted here.

The Lich could read the discomfort on the kresnik's face which only made him want to make it worse. He's got himself even closer to brush his lips alove the sheriff's cheek, "No doubt, you look a little uncomfortable sitting here, Kaden. I suppose I could show an inch of kindness and take you back to my suite." He can't help himself but let his tongue slip between his lips to lick along that strong jawline. "Unless you'd rather we do it here? I don't mind putting on a show."

Raiden didn't mind the bite of the other's claws. the wounds didn't last and pain was an arbitrary thing to him. It didn't register right, it took a lot to get any sort of reaction out of him. Not out of him powering through it, from so many years of fighting his body had been conditioned to ignore anything that wasn't serious and if he had enough adrenaline going even the serious things didn't register. He was like the movie villains in how much it would take to stop him, if anything could. It was hard to say, he'd yet to meet his match and if he did they'd probably end up killing him. He grinned hearing the lich's enjoyment as he pounded into him, the mix of blood and scent of sex filing the room along with everything else eventually got to the tribrid. The climax came and he filled his fellow councilman with his seed fucking it deep into him.

The smell of the tribrid's blood only fueled to enhance his sense by triple, as if the way he was fucked wasn't already doing such a thing. One thing he knew to expect from the other was how fierce he fucked, brutality was all a part of his charm something that Everett had come to chase more often than not. How he always seemed to end up with Raiden, held, torn to shreds and fucked until he saw nothing but the stars. He saw them now, intensely, his scent of his own blood mixing with the others. Both of their wounds healing almost too quickly for him to enjoy fully. "There... there almost... oh fuck Raiden..." There right at the peak, where he couldn't go any further was the ecstacy. He was filled with it as he exploded his own to be smeared between them. He digs into that broad back once again as his legs squeeze in their place. Head hitting the wall he was up against as he tumbled through the pleasure he had been so forcefully put through.