Henri Delacroix

"I do try my best." Merek smiled and waited patiently beside Henri as the man talked to the host, letting his attention wander briefly before they were escorted to a table. The pyromancer sat down with a happy sigh, admiring the view that their table gave them before he looked back at Henri and raised one shoulder in a small shrug. He'd been at this restaurant often enough that he didn't bother to even glance at the menu, not often changing his meal of choice. "Thank you, darling. And, really, not much. Before I was brought back here, I went to Ireland for awhile and tried to settle into life there. It always felt slightly...odd, but I suppose that will happen with how many years I worked in this castle."

"Oh, I am aware. But I also know there's some vampires who operate under the delusion that they can survive off it." He'd never understand the masters who seemed to be so squeamish when it came to feeding off the slaves. That was one of the reasons that they were there, after all, and the taste was much better than what you could get from blood wine. His lips twitched a bit at the offer and Stigr reached out to brush his fingers along Henri's jaw, tipping his fledgling's chin up a bit to drop a brief kiss to his lips. "You know that I will never say no to you."

He couldn't help the snort at being allowed to top, it never ceased to amaze him the things he could be allowed to do. Had he been of clearer head he would have said something about it yet he was not. So the dragon let it go for now as he was brought down into a heated kiss. All thoughts on anything else was washed away as he fought for dominance within that kiss. At the bed he was pulled down to be on top of the other, catching himself easily as he hovered over him. He deepens the kiss the best he could as they both wriggled out of clothing that stood between them. He only needed to push his down some to pull himself free, hard and ready to sink inside the master. "However I like, huh?" He says smoothly as he spits into his palm. Using that to lather his cock as his other hand spread Henri's legs wider. Finding his entrance he pushed up against that ring of muscle until it gave way to him. Then after he pushed until he was fully sheathed, groaning at the tightness that now surrounded him. "Fuck, so tight."

Henri groaned and gripped both Ryker and the sheets beneath him as inch by inch filled him. Despite the need to breathe, he exhaled slowly and his body relaxed around the slave. His grasp on the younger's bicep loosened slightly and he rolled his hips down against Ryker to get some friction going. "You feel good inside me," he commented in between soft grunts and groans. "Fuck me, Ryker, please. Give it to me nice and hard."

Stigr would never get tired of the sounds that he could pull from Henri when he had him like this. Like the older vampire, his fledgling was more often than not very composed and the councilman enjoyed when he could strip that away from him. Stigr exhaled roughly as Henri continued to beg him and ducked his head down to kiss the younger man, much more gentle than the way he was thrusting into him. A low growl sounded from the older man as he felt his fledgling's body tighten around his cock, thrusting a few more times before he stilled as he came as well, nipping lightly at Henri's bottom lip.

Henri gave one last soft groan against Stigr's lips before breaking away. He collapsed back onto the bed, enjoying the wash of euphoria filling him. He smirked up at his sire. "Glad to see you still have your energy, old man," he teased, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Brendan hummed softly, looking maybe a little pleased himself by that praise, having a suspicion that was probably as much as he'd get from Henri. The human's lips parted against Henri's in a low whimper of disappointment when the master's fingers left him, though it didn't take long at all for the older man to fill him again. He exhaled softly, doing his best to relax his body as the ahool continued to move, eventually bottoming out. A little shiver went through the slave and he reached up to grip Henri's arm, pain and pleasure coursing through him as his body adjusted to the sudden stretch. His legs tightened around the master's hips, drawing him close, and he gave a jerky kind of nod. "You feel good too." Brendan muttered, the only words he'd manage for a little bit, the human reduced to moans and cries of pleasure as Henri started to fuck him.

The encouraging murmuring from Henri drew a muffled little noise from the human, Brendan slipping a hand down to palm against his own cock that was definitely responding to this. He paused for just a second when the master tugged on his hair, the slave's gaze lifting to lock with the older man's and did his best to relax his jaw and throat as Henri began to rock his hips. The warning was very much appreciated and Brendan did his best to swallow everything that Henri gave him. He pulled back only once he was sure that he'd done just that, letting his tongue tease against the sensitive tip of the older man's cock one last time and settled back on his heels. "Do you want me in the bedroom now?" Brendan asked, his voice a little more rough as he moved to stand up a bit unsteadily.

"Hm. Well, from my experience, it might take you awhile to get bored of this place. It seems like masters always tend to stick around for awhile." He paused, considering, and then raised his shoulders in a small shrug. "Though I guess that entirely depends on whether or not you find a slave who can keep your attention."

"Mm. I suppose we'll see then," Henri mused. "I've yet to claim a slave in my previous stays." He was picky in that regard and slaves were expensive. Not that he couldn't afford the prices here in Krovs, but Henri wasn't about to waste his money on a whim. He liked being strategic in his larger purchases. He glanced over at Mordecai as they entered the hall of master suites. "Are you planning on claiming a slave given you once were one?"

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."

"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."

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.

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."

"After it is then." Henri nodded. "We'll get started." He strode over towards Warner, dark eyes flickering over the other from head to toe appreciatively. He smoothed a hand gently up along the reaper's chest till he cupped the back of his neck and brought him down for their lips to meet in a soft, slow, experimental kiss.

He can't help the small smirk as it crosses his face. He finds his assumption of who he was not far off from reality. The fact that he expected a negative reaction from him interesting, and possibly a sign of how others have acted. "I don't see what good it would do to lash out when I'm in no position of authority here. I won't open the door to my own suffering if I can help it." He then shrugged. "Better to lead with honey than vinegar."

"Would you have expected more of a fight from me?" He asked curiously, suppose it might have been a choice for many in his position. The reaper did not see the appeal nor the energy wasted to act in such a way. There were other ways to get what he wanted than to bring suffering onto him willingly.

“I’m not sure,” Henri hummed. He stared ahead as they walked, brows furrowing in thought. “A fight, perhaps, or shrinking away. You have an air of… calm acceptance about your situation that feels far more mature for someone who’s only been here a few days.”

The wolf's lips parted in a soft moan once Henri started to move, the slave's hips rolling up to meet every forward thrust from the master. One of his hands curled in the bedsheets, the other sliding down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself in time with the older man's thrusts. Armand felt the muscles in his stomach start to tighten and he panted out a curse, grunting seconds later as Henri grabbed his hair and yanked his head to the side. That was all the warning that he received before the ahool's fangs sank into his neck and Armand cried out, jerking underneath Henri as he came, continuing to roll his hips down against the master's cock as he rode out his orgasm.

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.”

"Well, yes, I'm very aware of that." Merek chuckled quietly, glancing over at Henri as they walked. Hard to not be when he had worked so closely with the council when he had been staff there. "I was talking more of the other masters who come here and bring work with them. To each their own, I suppose." He walked into Henri's suite once they reached it and turned to face the older man, giving him a smile. "I can see that. I'm flattered you took the time to get me out of the Undercroft."

“Always a charmer,” Henri chuckled softly as he followed Merek into the restaurant. He spoke briefly with the host who left them for a moment and returned with menus to take them to a table by the window. It was the perfect setting overlooking the castle grounds in the bright, sunny, spring-near summer weather. He thanked the host as they were given their menus. “Please, order whatever you like. Obviously this is my treat. And tell me what you’ve been up to aside from the obvious change.”