Raiden Proulx

Seth pressed his lips together, currently unsure if he could directly refute that. Definitely not with all the dopamine or oxytocin or whatever flooding his brain. He shuddered under the older tribrid's touch. "Can I go now?" he asked when he could finally form words.

"You're not my slave." Raiden said and sat back letting Seth do whatever he wanted. He'd caused all the damage he'd intended and was content to move on to other victims.

"You know who I want." Raiden said before finishing his drink crushing the can in his large hand and tossing it to the side as he moved to the fridge to grab another. "But I don't want to hear all your bullshit about it." He said popping the can open retaking his seat. "Every warm hole fucks the same." He said. "I'm not picky. You're the entitled one."

Elio grit his teeth in mental and physical anticipation for what was to come. Raiden was exactly what he expected from a demon with that vice that opposed his virtue, the personification of greed by taking what he wanted with no regard for others. He stiffened and turned his head away from the other's tongue to minimize as much contact as he possibly could, though it didn't really matter in the end. Elio gasped sharply from the dry penetration burning as inch by inch of the tribrid drove home into him. He groaned, not in pleasure, but discomfort. He gripped tightly onto broad arms and shoulders and his thighs squeezed around Raiden's hips. He forced himself to breathe, to relax so it eased up and little by little it did. Or that's what he convinced himself anyway.

Raiden enjoyed the way the other's face shifted, despite the way he tried to hide he could see exactly what he was doing, sense it, smell it. The dark rumbling laugh left him between thrusts into that warm heat he forced to welcome him with each and every thrust. "Feel so good angel. Like I said before. You were made for my dick." He was sure to remind the slave because he was, in fact, just a fucking slave.

He would have said something back had he not been currently concerned by what was happening behind him. In the moment his dress would be a concern for his future self as he was worried about what was going to happen to him now. Once he realized what was about to happen he tried to speak up, "Wai--." His word cut off as he was forcefully pushed into it, forcing a stretch that burned bad. He gave a strangled cry as he was filled. "Fuck." He whined, leaning further against the hard surface of the bar.

"Don't act like you don't like it." He gripped Kolter's hip crushingly tight and pulling it back as he trust forward pulled out to repeat the motion not relenting for a moment as he began to fuck the slave against the bar. The pain and discomfort in the slave's voice only made the experience all the better for Raiden as he had his way with the castle's property, which he considered his for how much he paid to be there.

It was exactly what he needed from the other master. His thick hard cock fucking him with that brutality he was known for, ans then some. Everett felt every inch of him as he moved deep inside at a pace that would break anyone weaker than he. He doesn't let Raiden be the only one to dig and carve into flesh. His own claws find their home deep into those thick shoulders, dragging them upward to leave his own bloody mess behind. The pain was pleasure, it filled his body with each thrust and drag of talons. "That's it. Oh fuck.." He spoke before slipping into a tongue of his celestial past, moaning words loud for any to hear.

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.

"It won't," Raphael stated firmly. He still maintained his pride and willpower even when he wasn't a demon. Explained a lot about his sin probably. He easily caught the beer in mid-air, looked at it, and opened it for a drink. Why not. Been a long time since he could taste it without blood involved. He furrowed his brows, not sure if he liked it or not. Ultimately he decided it wasn't bad and drank again. "Nice place," he commented.

"Careful, De Luca, that almost sounds like a compliment." He muttered into his beer taking another drink from the can. Impressed Raph was actually drinking beer knowing the ghoul preferred wine. "Didn't take you for the rustic type." Like everything between them, their style in housing was completely different as well. About the only thing they shared in common was their relentless pursuit of power. "You know, had such a nice time on Halloween, not sure why we can't do something like that again."

Elio's teeth gnashed harder with every thrust into him, each one just as deep and uncomfortable and somehow humiliating all at once. His body responded in kind—a survival mechanism, he knew, or so he convinced himself. His own cock hard against his thigh and leaking and by god he hoped Raiden was near finished too so this could end. He didn't dare say another word, only grunts and groans escaping his parted lips while he grimaced.

Raiden did end up finishing sooner than later as his relentless pace never stopped until he erupted into the tight ass encasing his cock filing it until his seed spilled out and down his balls that stilled in the other. Another couple pumps finally followed, now wet and slick as he hummed in satisfaction. "You were made for something." He complimented pulling the celestial back to look down at him. "Perfect fit for my dick." He gave one more thrust into the wet ass.

"Understood," Seth replied, pursing his dark-painted lips together some. No, he didn't have any leverage to amend his latest deal with another demon and he was sure Raiden knew that. He briefly glanced up to meet the taller's gaze and broke eye contact, suddenly interested in something he couldn't even see behind the tribrid's broad form. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, teleporting himself and Raiden out of the main event area and into a private space.

His large hand gripped Seth by the chin forcing his eyes to meet his own. "Embarrassed of me?" He asked, bringing his lips down to ghost against Seth's before the brushed against his cheek and moved down to his neck as his hand moved from his neck to possessively grip him around the waist and pull his body tight against his own. "Who are scared to see us together?" His words rumbled lowly into his ear as he bit along the shell. That's what he really wanted to know, If it was Shade or Cairo.

Khion glared up at Raiden's back for a split second before following behind. Didn't want to get in more trouble for a look. Then again, did it really take anything to get in trouble with Raiden? He was more pissed about his nice suit getting dirty crawling on all fours into the playroom. Not that anyone else in here cared, but Khion did. He hiked up on the bed and already started removing the top layers of his outfit as Raiden neared him, expecting where this would be going.

Raiden didn't say anything, but Khion was right. It was exactly where things were going and the pamola picked the right place. He shoved the other down on the bed hard with his hand. Using far more force than he had to. He was lucky to get off as much as he had. Raiden took care of the rest with a quick flash of electricity turning the undershirt to ash. "Pretty as ever." With that he drew a sharp talon over the other's unmarred skin and added a deep cut to it licking away the lines of red that fell before it could heal enjoying the sounds that came from the bird. His cock was already growing hard tasting the familiar flavor on his tongue. "Too pretty for your own good, aren't you." He licked his lips climbing over the slave pinning him beneath him as he took out his cock. He ran his bloodied hand over the length before tearing away Khion's pants and flipping the younger man over. His hand slapped the other's bare ass hard reddening it and then, without warning, he thrust his cock in puling the other's hips back against his own.

Merek considered praise from Raiden to be rare enough that it drew a pleased little grin from the pyromancer. The slave would certainly take this over having another knife stabbed into his hand, though he knew it was hard to predict when Raiden would turn violent. He grunted softly as he was pushed back onto the bed, his head dropping back against the pillow as he locked eyes with the older man. Merek's legs wrapped quickly around the councilman almost as soon as Raiden's thighs pushed underneath his own. It was almost a surprise that the other man started to push into him slowly, actually giving Merek some time to adjust to the sudden stretch, but the pyromancer was hardly going to complain. His lips parted in a moan, the slave's legs tightening around the councilman to try and pull him in closer, impatience getting the better of Merek after a moment. "Raiden, please."

The plea fell on deaf ears, Raiden was doing his own thing as he settled into the other. Letting himself be engulfed in the warmth. His pace started slow rhythmic, like he was moving to some beat only he could hear. Though his thrusts did have purpose; hitting the ball of nerves inside the younger with his size he'd never miss it anyway. The large talons were scraping along the pyromancer's femur coating the sheets in red. The other still encircled his neck to keep him pinned to bed, a talon under his chin forcing his head back giving him a nice view as he fucked the slave.

Stigr raised an eyebrow at Raiden, but didn't fight against the hold that his colleague had on him. The vampire allowed himself to be drawn closer but kept his own hands still, cocking his head as he considered the other man. "It seems rather hopeless to even attempt it. I imagine I'd have much better luck teaching a bear manners."

Raiden gave a scoffing laugh at Stigr's response. "Smart choice." He loosened his grip, but didn't let him go. "Sex then." HE shoved the other councilman's back to the wall. "Cause I can smell just how bad you want me. I always can."

Elio opened the door, sure there was no way out of whatever was going to happen. He didn't dare turn to face the massive beast right behind him in the darkened barn smelling like horses. "What now?"

Raiden followed the angel in and looked down at him. "Symbolism lost on you? Wasn't your guy born in a manger in a barn. I know its after Christmas." He said grabbing the other and shoving him against one of the wood walls pressing his larger form against the slighter one bringing their faces closer. "It's the gesture that counts, though isn't it." He bit his bottom lip looking down at Elio's and back into the celestial's eyes. "Like I said, it's the experience." He growled free hand gripping one of Elio's thighs and forcing it around his waist as he rolled his hips agaisnt him.

The nephilim grunted and winced as he was yanked and pinned against the wall, looking up at Raiden through green eyes that held an undercurrent of defiance but also gave away the fear and anger he was feeling. He'd always tried to put up a strong front, but he knew how dangerous Raiden was. "I'm going to presume I don't want to know what option B is?" He asked rhetorically, shifting slightly in Raiden's grasp.

Raiden laughed lowly letting his thigh slip between his slaves leg as one of his hand gripped him around the throat. "You talk to fucking much." He growled drawing his forked tongue over his cheek. It wasn't necessarily a criticism since it allowed him these interludes, even though he presented as one. He claimed the nephilim because he was defiant, he toed the line and crossed it more often than not. He ran his talon over the other's bottom lip before slicing it down the middle. The trail of blood moved down his chin and the tribrid was sure to lap it up giving a satisfied hum at the taste. "Rather have you moaning." He growled. The talons of his other hand snuck around to grip Alasdair's ass pulling his hips forward to meet his own.

Seth might not be a mind reader but even he stilled underneath Raiden's mouth at his neck. Everything about the older tribrid triggered his fight or flight, probably rightly so given their history. Who could say whether or not he'd make it out of this club alive tonight. His body responded in kind –– out of survival, he kept telling himself –– to Raiden's ministrations and he was sure he only hit his peak because he was so thrilled for it to be over.

Raiden hips moved the last few times to empty himself in the smaller body beneath him before he finally withdrew. He looked down at his handy work. "Starting to think you might like me, Harper." The grin that pulled at half his face was confidently cruel as his large hand brushed up the gancanagh's thigh. "Nothing to be ashamed of." He reassured. "Something in there is always going to want me."

A little noise hit the back of Seth's teeth as he stared right into Raiden's green eyes not far from his own. He could feel the tribrid's hot breath hitting his own face with every word. His pulse quickened. He fell into the rhythm Raiden set for him. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times then swallowed thickly, his whole face flushed red. Really, he ought to be terrified but instead the situation just excited him further. Reminded him of a scene straight out of a romantasy novel and immediately he mentally catalogued it for writing inspiration. Christ. Maybe Hell fucked with his head more than he realized. His gaze flickered over Raiden's strong, intimidating features before dropping. "No... no, thank you," he muttered about the lesson.

A disappointed sound left him as he rocked his hips up into the other, his grip on the back of the gancanagh's neck tightened. He tilted his head to the side and shifted his fingers to draw his forked tongue along the younger's pulse. His other hand dropped to Seth's tight, talons digging into it, just as his fangs dipped into the flesh of his neck while his hips rolled up with a rhythmic thrust pushing into the other like wave after wave of a rising tide.

"Oh, I sure hope you do," Raphael cooed, folding his hands under his chin with his elbows on the table as he grinned back at Raiden unfazed. It took a lot more than that to kill him. "I'll swing by tomorrow unless you want to try your luck again."

"Is that double or nothing?" He asked, tossing his cards to the dealer. "What guarantee do I have you won't cheat?"