#heatweek

The normally stoic creature pressed his head against the cool glass of the display cabinet before him, growling loudly in frustration. The case hummed with protective magic, the regalia within well-protected from thievery. The jewels and precious metal of St Edwards Crown, The Soverign's orb, and the Soverign's Sceptres sparkling in the office and reminding him of his folly.

Bjorn had few regrets in life. But right now, he definitely regretted not completely severing the ties between Wales and England when he granted the Welsh independence. Now, thanks to a convoluted legal system, laws had to be approved by both heads of state.

And Aneirin was insistant on discussing the latest proposal, as per protocol, obviously. Despite the fact that it was heat week. Despite the fact that half of the council were off either experiencing heat themselves or reveling on the effects of the event on the slaves and staff.

Despite the fact that Bjorn's fuse was currently as short as a gnat's fart.

Steeling himself, Bjorn moved to the centre of his office. When he heard the knock on the door, the room temperature instantly dropped several degrees.

"Enter." He hissed, disdain evident.

@aneirin-ap-mouric

The vampire was lounging in his bedroom when he heard the tell tale knock of a guard dropping off his rental for the day. “It’s open,” he called, lazily making his way out to the main entrance of his suite. The vampire was naked with the exception of a towel around his waist as he strolled out, waving off the guard as his eyes narrowed in on Asha. He’d tried to rent the celestial days prior, only to find out there apparently was a queue and he was being rented elsewhere. Needless to say, it had annoyed the vampire, tempted to cancel his their plans all together. 

“You can thank me now,” he commented as his eyes roamed the other’s form, memories of their previous play date still fresh in his memory. “Unless you wanted to be down with those beasts the remainder of the week?” Leon paused a moment before adding, “Although from what I’ve heard you haven’t been down there much-- have you?” @xcelestialismsx​

Bjorn could feel the most ancient and primal of instincts burning in his veins as he descended the stairs of the undercroft. If he normally gave himself over to chaos, then in heat week he was truly part of it.

In days of old he would have gone hunting across the lands, but now the darkness of the undercroft sufficed. The ancient beast was on the prowl, and looking for prey.

Not just any prey, either. Not simply a hole to sink himself into and fuck brutally until his breeding instinct was satisfied. No, he was in the mood for something different.

The bulky ahool entered the undercroft common, cold blue eyes scanning the room, a slight smirk appearing momentarily as two slaves immediately shot off the sofas and away into the dormitory. Giving chase was appealing, but he was in the mood for something with more of a backbone.

@jacen-dune

Bjorn sincerely hoped this would take the edge off his heat.

Hoped, but doubted. There were mild heat weeks and extreme heat weeks, and this one definitely fell into the latter category.

Sighing, he knocked back the first of three drinks, a whiskey/blood cocktail of his own devising. Fortunately for the bar-tender, the man was a quick study and skilled at drink-craft, and he had been able to make the concoction to Bjorn's exacting standards.

He decided to sip the second drink, and turned slightly to observe the other patrons at the bar. Council or vampires mostly, which did nothing to scratch the still-present mating instinct that threatened to consume him.

Growling at nothing in particular, Bjorn placed his glass down and returned his focus to it.

@familiar-finn

It had only been thirty seconds, but already the great beast was growing impatient, and he scrolled the Krov's booking system once again to ensure the order had gone through, before tossing the tablet on the side with a frustrated growl.

There were many, many things the ahool had sampled in his long existence, many meals consumed and many sexual encounters, but cambion...now that was a particularly appealing combination of demon and human which the councilman hadn't tasted before.

The tablet pinged loudly in the entrance hall, echoing in the sparse, almost clinical space. The slave was on their way. Bjorn found the helpful but equally unhelpful notification vexing beyond articulation.

Moving forward, he opened the door to his chambers and stepped outside, looking for the imminent delivery.

@nicotine-noah

The unknown slave squawked and squirmed in the ahool's powerful arms as Bjorn's teeth sank deep into his neck with a loud growl, blood spilling freely from his lips and down the man's shirt. Heat week didn't just stimulate the dragon's need to mate, it also stimulated his appetite to keep his strength up. The slave had simply been walking past him when Bjorn got the vampiric equivilent of hunger pangs.

The human's heart rate was becoming weak, eratic, and with a snarl of distatisfaction, the ancient beast pulled his fangs from the wriggling creature and dropped it to the floor. "Leave..." he growled, not bothering to wipe the crimson blood from his mouth as it dripped onto his own clothing.

The ahool turned to resume his course back to his office, when a fresh scent caught his nose, a scent he had been smelling on and off throughout the castle all day. Bjorn's eyes lit up crimson as he turned back towards the corridor.

"I smell you, young one..." the words were deep, booming, coming from something far larger than the bulk of his human form "...step forward..."

@thecharleswinchester

It was true that Bjorn was hardly the most talkative in council meetings, limiting his comments to those which would benefit his country and subjects. But even by the ahool's normal standards, he had been quiet in this meeting, distracted even.

His eyes remaining locked in direct challenge with the only other council member who Bjorn would ever acknowledge as a true equal.

Both of them were unpredictable, both of them terrible in thier own rights. And in the grip of heat week, Raiden's very existence vexed and tantalised his inner dragon. The potential threat the other presented was undeniable, but the attraction was present in equal measure...

...After all, he could fuck slaves, and staff, and even members of the council. But there was one itch that only another elder dragon could scratch. That primal, brutal mating between two ancient creatures in heat, where neither had to worry about the injuries inflicted on the other, and teeth and talons could tear into flesh freely.

Now, as the last of the other council members left the chamber, the ancient beasts remained sat, gaze locked on each other, unfulfilled violence hanging thick in the air.

"Well, this is quite the dilema..." Bjorn's words echoed in the expansive chamber "...you undoubtedly feel the same as I...do we act on our baser instincts, Raiden?"

@raidenproulx