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"Oh I should be happy, huh?" Manny repeated the words with a laugh. Actually, he was kind of happy about that. He didn't mind orgasm denial and edging to a point, but being magically restricted from reaching climax until someone ββ if anyone ββ actually gave him permission? He might die. "So, what's the game?" he asked, closing the distance between himself and Kell with a smirk. "You've got me, now what's your plan, Bishop?"
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"Look I ain't tryin to condone slavery and shit, but you know...a little sex slavery ain't hurt no one." Well it did, obviously, but whatever. Shade wasn't going into semantics on it. Even less so when those lips touched his own. He didn't need to worry about glamour since his was forced off and there as no putting it back for the next however fucking long the spell last. Not a big deal since he knew Kell had no issues with this side of him, he'd seen it all before. "No reason to rush into anything. Though I ain't about takin all that long either since you know you got my shit going already." He growled against the other's ear moving his hand lower to brush over his sheathed cock letting Kell feel just how hard Shade was. His other hand twisted on the leash and pulled it tighter causing the collar to tighten just a little more, not quite choking Kell but nearing it. "Didn't now you wanted to be my slave so bad, Bishop."
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"Always where I don't need you to be, human." Raiden growled easily sneaking up behind the slave he'd already rented for a few to do whatever he wanted with. Finding him wasn't hard since he already had his scent and despite his size, Raiden was surprisingly agile when he wanted to be. "Lucky you, sweetheart." A large clawed hand came over the small shoulder that he gripped tightly. He leaned down so his lips grazed the shell of Kell's ear with his next lowly rumbled words. "Mine to breed the next few hours. See what your ass can make me." He sneered darkly letting his forked tongue taste the other's skin before spinning him around to look up at the looming master. "Ain't gonna hear any protests now, am I, darlin?"
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It was always nice to see the claimed out and about, which meant Tiernan was probably about too. Shade would have to find him eventually as well, but first he had smaller fish to fry. Being the owner meant he controlled the sound system and he sure as shit changed the song in the bar to 'Send Me an Angel' by Real Life and slid into Kell's view. Better believe he started serenading the older man, who he was sure had never heard such a wonderful voice.
"Fuck I can't breathe in this thing!" Shade said pulling off the mask. "Where was I? Oh right..." He went back to singing about getting sent an angel (right now), and yes it was the whole song before he slid up to Kell. "Nice panties. What do I gotta do to get you to put them in my mouth?" He tutted his brows at the 'angel.'
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Shade wasn't one to keep up on things, if so he might have known one, Tiernan was in a council meeting and two that arnon wasn't at the castle anymore. Instead he was there at said councilman's door giving a knock at it expecting Ireland to answer and things to go down how they arranged. He shifted his weight when no one answered after the first knock. Did he text Tiernan he was coming, no, that wasn't explicitly required. A lot wasn't really hashed out and Shade was terrible at communicating anything. Something Tiernan was soon to find out.
"This motherfucker better not be making me wait." He grumbled pounding like Ransom or Kaden would when finally the thing opened. Shade's face scrunched at the unfamiliar one standing before him. Well it was vaguely familiar, but Shade didn't have the best memory. "The fuck are you?" He said pushing past the other like he was already welcomed. "Where's T-money, better yet you see a halfling running round here somewhere?" Now that he thought of he, he'd not actually seen or heard of that fucker for a minute. Maybe Tiernan ended that little shit. Dude did run his mouth. Wouldn't be the first of them. Shade helped himself to the ghoul's we bar knowing where it was from his last visit making himself a quick drink before remembering he wasn't alone and what he was talking about. "Well I think he was a halfing. Wait, who the fuck are you?"
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Heat was one of Raiden's favorite times of year because it let him get away with more shit than normal. Wasn't his fault. Taken over by baser instincts. Not that he really needed one when it came down to it, but it helped shut the council the fuck up when the few on it liked to ride his ass and jamming his dick down their throat wasn't going to work. He had other ideas how to fix the problem but again, the push back was ridiculous. Missed the days when it was all about death orgies. Fucking in blood and body parts. When he was King, the things he'd bring back.
He was texting an old colleague when a familiar scent caught his attention and he stopped mid text to look up. Course the slave hadn't seen him. The other walking oblivious down the hall. Funny that, how fuckers though they were safe in the castle for no good reason. Raiden tucked his phone in his back pocket and in a second was in front of the pretty young thing. Teleported and this time, with both shoes and all his things. First for everything.
"Where you think you're going pretty thing?" He asked shoving the other back against the wall. "Think you can just walk by me on this kinda week and not give me anything?" He pressed harder threatening to crush in the human's chest knowing damn well who he belonged to, but not giving a shit.
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After calling out of work the rest of the week thanks to a certain someone's convincing, Manny dedicated his time to tending to his heat. Not really much else to do besides eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, eat. Repeating those actions in no particular order really for the next seven days.
It was perfect timing as he stalked down the hall in nothing but his gym shorts, a white t-shirt, and sneakers that he saw Kell possessing the bravery to leave his suite this week. In a flash of speed Manny zoomed down the hall and pinned the older man up against the wall, his face so close his breath ghosted over Kell's lips. Green eyes bore into the other's with the intensity of a predator about to deal the killing blow on his prey.
Course Manny still had enough human sense in that animal brain to not do that. The corner of his mouth curved up into a crooked grin. "Hi. Whatcha doing?"
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Manny immediately had regrets about his choice of attire for this event. Served him right for picking one of the first things he found that fit the theme. He couldn't stop fussing with the... tie thing. It wasn't ascot, he knew that, but he couldn't remember the name of the white thing around his neck he felt was suffocating him.
"Next time the council wants to do some historical era theme party, remind me not to come," he said to Kell as he sat next to him at one of the tables out in the grove. "I don't think I'll ever understand the appeal of this kind of dress, it's not comfortable to me." He glanced over the human slave with a raised brow. "I like yours better."
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