blood hound

If Dante let his misgivings show, the alpha was ill-equipped to notice them. All he saw was that playful challenge in Dante's gaze as the younger wolf bore down on him, grunting softly at the ripple of pleasure it sent through him, the keen interest it sparked in his rut even already locked deep in the omega. Magnai let the pressure of Dante's hand on the back of his neck draw him down closer, settling his weight over the other's body with a slow smirk, their eyes not breaking once. "Would I?" He hummed, a hand sliding down the inside of Dante's thigh to grasp his cock, palm still slick with Dante's cum. "Doesn't look like you need couple minutes." He felt good in Magnai's fist, slowly fattening up again, eager to respond to the alpha's touch. Magnai's head dipped to drag his tongue over the reddened marks left by his fangs, irresistibly drawn to them and sucking briefly at the hot skin while he built up to stroking him properly. "Doesn't smell like it either," He murmured as his beard rasped against Dante's throat, nosing at the soft place behind the hinge of the slave's jaw, "You need me to take care of you, pup?"

He was pressed into the bookshelf the taste of blood welcomed though annoyed it was only his own and before he could pull any from the varcolac he found himself facing the wall of those mixed tomes. Some were tools of the trade, others rare first editions, some books he'd never read, most of them worth more than the thing at his back. The suit was less important so he didn't have any complaints when the jacket was removed or the way it was before he was reacquainted with his books. His fingers pulled at the spines of a few dropping them from their home on the shelf giving him something to grip onto as he pushed against varcola's own eagerness when the calloused one started to stroke his own erection. His head rested against his books as the breathless reply left him. "My doctorates aren't in...English or Literature...words aren't my thing...mon petit chien." .

A sense of very temporary relief flooded through the nephilim once he felt Magnai pull back slightly, giving his throat a break for what was likely going to be seconds, but Alasdair would take any little win he could get. A soft groan left his throat when he felt Magnai's fingers tighten in his hair, wishing he could close his mouth but the gag was making that utterly impossible. The slave wanted to protest, his eyes already watering as the varcolac's cock was pushed down his throat in one rough shove, Dair trying his hardest to keep his breathing steady through his nose as he was told to. Closing his eyes, Alasdair couldn't do anything but let Magnai use his throat, his body tensing every so often as he tried to stop himself from gagging around the thick length.

This one was one of the few instances where Magnai might actually have followed through and knotted the whelp's mouth, just to make sure his jaw would ache for days from drooling around it until the wolf cooled off enough to slip free. Ironically, the ring keeping Dair's mouth open would also keep the alpha from being able to force himself far enough past the nephilim's teeth to do it. One minor blemish on the deeply satisfying sight of the slave's lashes glittering with unshed tears, face mottled red as Magnai built his momentum breaking in that tight throat. "Now he knows how to listen," Magnai growled, grim and satisfied, "Took Kell a lot longer to learn." The mention of the boy's uncle was inevitable now that Dair had shown he was a weak spot. As good as his mouth felt, this display was for training not just Magnai's pleasure. "Still. He was better with his tongue." He held Alasdair down on the next rough thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against the nephilim's ruddy face, "Suck."

Though it wasn't exactly uncommon to have a master manipulate him around like this, it still sent a spark of heavy arousal through Charlie. Though that might have just been how damn big Magnai was compared to the dragon. As touchy as the slave could be about his height, he sure as hell had a size difference kick and he moaned at the feeling of the alpha's cock against his skin. As much of a smartass as he could be at times, he was quick to follow the order as Magnai tugged at one of his arms, wrapping them tightly around his legs. "Shouldn't take very long." He agreed with a mischievous little grin, wiggling a bit on the bed. "Not with how damn often Raphael has me wear a plug." The ghoul liked his slaves being ready for him all the time, after all.

Magnai wasn't one to pass on so obvious an invitation, not when Charlie had been obedient after all for all his snark. The dragon looked damn good like that too, completely on display for the varcolac's approval. "Think I'm a little bigger than your plugs," Magnai flashed the other the briefest smirk before he bent down and spat crudely against the pretty clench of the slave's hole, thumbing over the wet skin to spread its slickness before he was crooking the digit inside, "But if that's the case..." As hot as Charlie was, sure enough, the muscle seemed to give easily under Magnai's probing touch, walls squeezing eagerly around his finger like the slave's body was trying to draw him deeper. It made his cock twitch in response, hard and impatient between his thighs. He slid his thumb free, wrapping a hand around his shaft to angle himself right and replace the pressure of it with the head of his cock instead. "Stay just like you are, sweetheart," Magnai crooned, starting to feed himself into that enticing heat, a hint of a tease in his voice, "You just say the word if it's too much."

"You did." Dante replied, going still underneath Magnai for a moment when the master's grip tightened on the restraints. The omega hadn't even thought to ask if he was allowed to touch or not, though any response he might have given immediately was cut off by a moan of Magnai's name as the man snapped his hips forward again. His lips parted in a whine and Dante's leg tightened briefly around the older man. "I don't remember you giving me that order." The omega replied with a quick shake of the head, even as he held back from touching himself again -- not that he could, anyway, not until Magnai decided to let him.

"Order?" Magnai's chuckle came out low and rumbling, a direct response to Dante's questioning coming right on the heels of that longing little whine, "There was no order, puppy. You asked for this when you so eagerly asked me to tie you up." The alpha kept his pace steady and deep, taking his time savoring the slick tightness of the younger wolf's hole swallowing his girth again with each roll of Magnai's hips. They had all night. There was something deeply appetizing about the idea of stealing Dante from his humiliation in the ballroom for the alpha's own pleasure. "Do you want it badly enough to try?" Magnai cocked his head in challenge, unhooking his fingers from the silk to spread both hands across Dante's hips, holding him right where the alpha wanted him. "Go on, sweetheart. Try."

"...Am I to understand here that you don't enjoy me being a brat? Since when?" The pyromancer asked, his tone somewhat disbelieving as he moved just enough to glance back at Magnai. With how well he felt he knew the varcolac, the pyromancer had always assumed that the older man wouldn't put up with him as much as he did if he didn't get some pleasure from Merek being a brat toward him occasionally. Not that he had any real motivation right now to think too hard about it, not with the way that Magnai was still working him open. His hips jerked forward, another little noise escaping the pyromancer at the brush of Magnai's fingers. Merek dropped his forehead down against the bed, a small shudder going through him as he rocked his hips down against the pillow a second time. He shifted his weight a little, spreading his legs more. "I need you inside me already, Magnai, please."

Magnai pinned Merek with a disbelieving stare rather than responding with words when the pyromancer looked back at him, brow arched derisively until Merek broke the tie between their gazes to bury his face in the bedding. That was a sight the alpha never grew tired of. Merek was growing laxer around him by the minute and in truth, Magnai likely could've slid inside him now with minimal issue. But that wasn't the point that night. Merek had worked hard to get himself underneath the varcolac again and now he was going to play by Magnai's rules. "What happened to spoiling you, hm?" A light flicker of amusement actually made it into Magnai's voice, keeping his fingers angled just right as he massaged the pyromancer mercilessly from the inside, watching Merek hump at the pillow beneath him like he couldn't help himself. "Maybe I'd rather watch you come like this first."

Noah made a soft sound as their cocks ground together, rocking up against the other man for more friction. "Good." He smirked as Magnai agreed to give him what he wanted and nodded at the question. "'Course. Try me out if you don't believe me." The master had other ideas, though, as he grabbed one of Noah's hands and sucked on his fingers. That sight and feeling combined made Noah suck in a breath, imagining the other man's mouth somewhere else and those jagged teeth sinking into his flesh. He shivered and blinked at the challenge, shifting a little as Magnai pushed one of his legs back. Noah huffed a slight laugh. "More than two fingers, that's for sure." Still, he reached down between his legs and started with the two Magnai had slicked up for him, pushing both into himself with no hesitation or any real seeming discomfort. His breath hitched as he worked himself open, rocking down on his fingers with a moan. He quickly added a third finger, rolling his hips to give Magnai the show he clearly wanted. "Feels good, but I wish it was your cock instead..." He groaned, steadying himself with his free hand on Magnai's shoulder, jerking a little as he curled his fingers inside himself and brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Am I gonna do all the work or are you gonna take me soon?" The words were breathless, needy, but more than a little taunting. If they were playing this game, Noah was going to play it well.

It was a pretty show, all of Noah's experience and enthusiasm both working in the hybrid's favor as he worked himself open, sprawled out nicely for the alpha to watch Noah's fingers working as deep inside of himself as the angle would allow. Magnai didn't miss the challenge in Noah's voice either and his eyes glinted with private amusement (and more than a little appetite). One hand slipped between Noah's splayed thighs and as the cambion rocked his fingers out, two of Magnai's were pressing alongside them to join the next push past Noah's rim, stretching the slave open around them both. "Thought you said you don't complain." The alpha smirked, outwardly the picture of cool control though he was betrayed by the impatient push of his fingers, hungry for the feeling of Noah clenching tight around him. Magnai was hovering in the middle of a tenuous balancing act, half-satisfied by the dominance of toying with the slave this way, just as urgently desiring to have his cock buried inside of Noah instead, as many times as it took to satisfy the smoldering heat lingering in the alpha's core. Still ironic to consider Noah was the one whining when the master was ostensibly the one in need. "Not so sure you don't go into heat after all, Carmichael." Magnai ignored the pace Noah had set for himself, curling his fingers deep as they could go, enjoying the rich scent of the cambion's lust. "Say please."

The correction was something he probably should have expected, but Dante couldn't help the little grimace in reaction to it. "Yes, sir. I didn't mean it like that." He went quiet as Magnai took hold of his chin, the omega searching the older man's face, trying to get a read on him. The slave didn't think that the master actually knew what had him so twitchy tonight and he didn't seem to be angry with him, so he let himself relax somewhat. He wet his bottom lip at the order and obediently tipped his head to one side, offering his neck to Magnai as the man stepped closer.

At the very least, Dante hadn't totally forgotten his manners. Magnai watched with quiet approval as the omega stilled and eventually obeyed him, palm sliding up to Dante's check as he bent his head to the curve of the younger's throat. There was Dante's own scent, familiar by now, sun-warmed and deep. Fleeting impressions of other slaves, the general muddle of perfumes that filled the ballroom. And an even stronger impression of another wolf. Leather, curling smoke, something dusky and floral. It was almost astringent to Magnai's nose -- another alpha. A rival, his subconscious whispered, or would have in any other scenario than where they were. "You and Solomita come from the same country, so I've heard," Magnai muttered as he resurfaced, his pale gaze seeking the omega's own, "Wolves in the Undercroft tend to either band together or fight. Fancy yourselves a little pack, now that Shenker's gone?"

The varcolac felt fucking huge inside him, stretching him almost painfully, but the slow pace meant it was easier for his body to adjust to the intrusion. He was just glad that he'd spent at least a little bit of time stretching himself, not wanting to think about how painful it would've been otherwise. Dair would keep telling himself he only did it for his own benefit, and that he wasn't just rolling over and taking it. He let out a stuttered little breath as he felt Magnai's hand trailing up his bare back, biting at his lower lip in readiness for what he knew was coming. The nephilim tried to keep his body relaxed as Magnai pulled him back onto his cock, letting out a small noise of discomfort that caught in his throat. The other's length filling him to the fucking brim felt torturous and yet so fucking good all at the same time. "Go s-slowly.. I can't--" he murmured, breathless at how fucking full he felt and unable to even finish his sentence.

The nephilim's protests meant little to Magnai on a standard day - while the alpha was rutting, the words were barely more than noise. Dair was a warm, slick vise around him, right where he belonged: beneath the alpha, at his mercy. There was no reason for Magnai to try and hold back the demanding of his instincts any longer. "You can." He barely gave the nephilim time to adjust to the press of the wolf's thick length inside of him before Magnai was jolting him with heavy, fast thrusts, Magnai planting a hand on the bedding next to Dair's head to brace himself against the weight behind each snap of his hips. He was a hard weight to bear, he knew it, fingers like iron on the nephilim's hip, forcing the slave into a deeper arch. But he'd be damned if Dair didn't feel like pure satisfaction squeezing at him like that, the pleasure of dominating the pretty thing only egging the alpha on no matter what Dair's limits might have been. Magnai would break him to fit the shape of his own lust if he had to.

Briar was practically sprawled across the alpha's chest at this point, a promising weight, close enough to smell the champagne on his breath and the light honeysuckle-sweat of his scent from dancing. Magnai's brows only crawled higher at the Seelie's pointed look, the message of it entirely unmistakable, yes, but so blatant and yet restrained at the same time he nearly laughed. When was the last time a slave with Briar's temperament had blanketed themselves over the alpha like this and all but asked him outright for sex? He adjusted himself slightly, held the faerie to him with that one hand as the muscled span of his thigh shifted against him. "Asking me to fuck you, then," Magnai said bluntly, the subtlest smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. He lifted his head from its lean against his fist, cupping Brar's chin in his palm like he was inspecting that rosy flush with a nearly scientific air. "You looking for an excuse to show me how well you can behave now, is that it? Ask, then. Don't be coy."