I hope you have a high pain tolerance.

Eve had to admit she did find it amusing playing this sort of game. While her sass was natural, it was also a defense mechanism and the result of being used and poorly treated. She didn’t trust anyone but herself but neither was she easily scared by anyone. His answer was somewhat vague, yet it became twice as challenging to even bother decipher the second he breached her folds without warning. The sudden intrusion made the familiar moan underneath her breath, a needy sound. Leaning her head back against the wall, Eve fought to keep her facial reactions to a minimum. Still she suspected the desire shining in her eyes was far too evident despite her efforts, as were the small rotation of her hips. “Quite the ego you got there. I’m not going to stroke it for you.” The safe route. Neither confirming nor outright denying anything. 

Once her hips were fully restrained, and that feeling of loosing control of her body to his touch started flooding her, Eve had to clench her fists as she fought the urge to react and make noises. 

Then the world shifted, and for a few short moments, bittersweet for sure, the invasion ended. Naturally Eve tried to get up, but like before he was either able to predict her reaction, or he was indeed striving to keep her as contained as possible. A small frustrated sigh escaped her, unable not to feel a flash of annoyance at being weaker than him. But all her frustration drained in response to his actions. “Ah!” She called out in both surprise and arousal, her pussy loving the sting followed by fingers that were no longer gentle nor simply exploring and teasing. Gripping the duvet underneath her with both hands, she fell prisoner to his expert fingers, her breathing speeding and toes curling as he finger fucked her good. Really good. It didn’t take long before she felt her climax nearing, though instead of simply letting go, Eve clenched her muscles, her walls tightening around his fingers as she held back. She didn’t want to give in this easily. Not unless he told her to. 

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   She was a good girl alright. He had been right about her, but he wasn’t enough of a dick to rub it in her face while he fucked her. Eve had tried. Armand would give her credit for that. He preferred a girl with a bit of sass over the innocent ones. Innocence was sweet when broken, but making a little hellcat scream under one’s fingers was even more mouthwatering... With the exception of his little redhead, of course. Perhaps he needed Tegan and Eve at the same time. A perfect balance. They were bound to work well together.... 

   “You’re not going to stroke what for me, baby?” He stopped the rapid thrusts of his fingers and instead slowly stroked her walls to frustrate her. “Which one of us needs stroking?” Her moans did plenty enough. Knowing that he controlled her pleasure - that was enough. 

    He didn’t make her wait for too long. A third finger slipped inside of her and he continued with slow, torturous strokes. Armand shifted and stood to lean over her with his free arm hooking around the back of her neck. He pulled her close - face to face - as his fingers worked inside of her and built speed until he was fucking her again with full force. “You want to cum, babygirl?” he whispered against her lips, “Beg Daddy to let you cum.” Her plump lips were just too cute to pass up and so he claimed them with a growl - kissing her with a mix of lust and pure dominance. 

Narrowing her eyes at the man who spoke, Jo tossed her blonde hair back over her shoulder and crossed her arms, cocking a hip out to the side.  “I didn’t have any idea any of this was real before I got here,” she replied.  “Witches and werewolves and all that stuff…it was all make believe.”

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 “Is that so?” It wasn’t entirely unheard of - changelings were the lower among them. Most of them were hidden however, many of them found their ways back to what they were. This one had not. His eyes traveled her with mild interest as he very shamelessly took in all of her sass. “Yeah? And how did that thinking work out for you?”He knew the answer. He could see it.

1: When did you lose your virginity?

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

5: Favourite sex position?

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

12: How often do you have sex?

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

“Its a condescending nickname too you know. But I bet you’re not used to girls jerking your chain.” Eve said casually. No matter how comfortable she got with someone or how interested she might be, she as always prone to pretend otherwise. Unless they managed to sexually frustrate her enough to make her tell the truth. It was the best shield she had. Convincing those around her that she didn’t care or god forbid, was emotionally involved somehow. “Only when they turn out to be interesting enough to keep an actual conversation with.” she replied with a small shrug, answering quite sincerely for once. He was quite intense, but so far in a playful way. He made her want to play along, curious to see what might be in it for her. 

True to script, Eve dug her heels in and pushed back with her hips, despite knowing it would make little difference. At this point any struggle she’d put up would be part of playing the game, wanting him to have to be a bit rough and forceful, keeping up the slight illusion of not wanting to when she’d already decided she was in. “You think you have me all figured out huh?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow but otherwise keeping her features impassive. Her skin tingled pleasantly, and her already wet core tightened under his fingers. Seemed he was done playing around. Good. “Hmm.. I might. But do you have the balls to test that theory?” 

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She was much more fun than he had anticipated - not that he had any doubts on that. There was something to be appreciated about a sassy slave who could actually back up her mouth. “More than you think, absolutely” without warning one of his fingers pushed deep inside of her. Eve didn’t have to give a reaction for Armand to feel the electricity on her skin. “Someone has a sass fetish, hm? Already so goddamn soaked, just from talking to me.” Of course he would rub it in. 

His hips pinned her against the wall and he changed the position of his hand, now adding a second finger to stroke her core. It was soft... for a moment. He could show her everything better than he could tell her anything. 

         A faerie fetish? - Well, if Tegan didn’t have one already, she does now. The thought alone threatens to entirely overtake her face with the heat of embarrassment. And surely - that was exactly what this man wanted, with her so easily feeding into it and tripping over her own words. “No - I mean…No, I just. - You’re like, a walking fairytale, is all.” Oh gods, that was probably the lamest thing she has ever said. Tegan knew this was a bad idea. But. to say she was sheltered was an understatement. 

         His next words only further dig the hole she longs to throw herself into. Daddy - Why would he…oh. Ocean blue hues widen and a doe-like expression shapes her delicate features. “On second thought, you know - I should find it on my own. I’m probably already in trouble for leaving, -“ wow she’s talking so much, rambling even though she cuts herself off. Instead, Tegan attempts to turn her head, take a step away, but determined fingers tip her chin up and she’s trapped by his mischievous gaze.

           “…Is it true you can’t lie?” a direct question, seeking a direct answer. Though if she remembers correctly, the fae folk are not to be trusted. Even those with tempting words and pretty faces. "Where?”

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“-but you’ve already found me” he and all of his plans that he had for this little doll were far more important than anything that awaited her at L’Enfer. He took precedent. Fortunately there were upgrades and with a simple text he could have her for an hour or a day, or even a week. Her question took him off guard for a moment but Armand was skilled enough to not show any reaction of that nature. 

He smiled, “-a personal choice. Lying doesn’t suit me.” Longevity proved to be one of his greatest assets. Over time, fae were known to find ways around ways and words. “Do you want to see?” 

There was no real pause for her answer and instead, he teleported them into his bedroom of all places - but she did ask where. “Right here.” Finally he released her so that she could get a look around, but his eyes never left Tegan’s face. He didn’t want to miss a reaction. 

“Aww see? Desperate.” Eve rolled her eyes, though there was a mischievous glimmer there. The familiar would never admit it out loud, but being verbally challenged, as well as being paid close attention to made her far more compliant than any punch or threat ever would. Of course it was up to whoever was in front of her to figure that out for themselves if they did want this sweet piece. “Really? If my big mouth bothers you babe I’m sorry to say there’s only a few select ways to shut me up. I’m sure you can come up with something though. That is if there’s some brawn up there.” 

Eve smiled sweetly. “You just couldn’t let me go huh? There’s a heart in there for me to move? I’m shook, wow.” Watching him change his posture, she twirled a lock of her dark brown hair around her index finger, entirely at ease. Then again she was also so focused on the conversation that she hadn’t taken the time to look around or hell, even ask for his name. Then again she figured there would be time for it later. “Oh honey, thats the beauty of it all. You’ll forget to be on guard, seduced by my gorgeous attributes, thinking you’re safe and in charge, so preoccupied that you don’t see me coming.” She smirked right back, momentarily missing her heels as he leaned down once more to get to eye level with her. Ugh, just one pair of louboutins and she would be at the needed hight. “You’ll have to tame me first big boy.” Looking him up and down once, her eyes found his again. “I’m not sure if you’re up for it.”  

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“Oh, I’m babe now?” Armand kept his smile. The little familiar was digging herself in a deeper grave than she could realize right now, and that was okay. She would find out soon enough and he would be more than happy to enlighten her. So he let her continue. “Babe, honey, big boy. A lot of nicknames from a girl that I had to kidnap. You warm up to your captors quick, huh?” he teased. He kept her at that near eye contact level. 

Suddenly his hands seized her hips and he walked forward to back her up - whether she did it herself or he physically pushed her didn’t matter, it would have the same result of eventually pinning her between the couch and his body. “I see your game, princess. All of that sass is just to divert people away from what a wet, little pup you are. But you like the attention...” his hand dared to travel between her legs, completely bypassing any form of fabric to find velvet lips instead and his smile only widened, “-oh how you love the attention.”

“Try it and I’ll rip your handsome face off.” Her eyes flashed dangerously, though Eve was well aware that with her big doe eyes and plump lips, not to mention slim body, not a lot of guys found her intimidating. And yet that was their mistake. She might be half their weight but she could hold a grudge and work a scheme for years on end. Eventually she always managed to bring payback. “And by the way, just because I’m reduced to human form does not mean I’m obligated to fall into line like some pathetic puppy. My place is where I want it to be. But you’re free to try to convince me otherwise. You do however get further by playing nice.” It took her a second to realize that while she’d held her speech, he’d just teleported them. Damn it. A small, yet exasperated growl filled the space between them for a second. “Do you really have to kidnap a girl to get laid? Seriously?” Eve shook her head a little, eying him with annoyance, but slowly accepting the fact that no, he wasn’t going to leave her alone to stew like she had so desperately wanted. “Oh please, had I known you were this desperate to get me alone I would have run.” Stepping right back into his personal space, she tilted her head curiously, a playful smile on her lips. “Do you need it to be one or the other though? Either brains or beauty? Does it threaten your ego if I have both?” She had to admit, the banter was fun. 

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“I love it when you talk dirty.” 

He didn’t doubt that she had some fight in her though he doubted her ability to war with him even without her brand. He was older than her and he was more experienced than her. He could overpower her in more ways than one. “Keep going, sweetheart” there was no reason to stop her. All of her words were nothing but things to taunt her with later when she was moaning out his name. Whatever you say can and will be used against you once the fucking starts. 

Armand eyed her with interest. “I’d have caught you, but then you wouldn’t have been able to deliver that moving speech.” The fae moved his hands in front of himself, and regarded her with an eerie calmness.”Believe me, you never have to worry about making me feel threatened by showing off your finer attributes.” he smirked and leaned down to look her eye to eye, “-though all beauty, brains and charm get you is owned and pregnant.” 

The chances of her being allowed to leave were probably sinking with every word out of her mouth. So far, Eve had not had much luck with the masters and mistresses of this city. The fact that she wasn’t cowering in their presence seemed to make them more intrigued than she would have preferred. Yet she refused to change for them. To act as if they were better than her or as if she was afraid of them. Feeling his arm around her, the familiar stiffened, her eyes blazing. Just in case, she dug her heels in. If he thought he was taking her anywhere without force, he really was delusional. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Another lame tattoo appointment perhaps? Some petty laws to break with that gang banger hair cut of yours?” Her words acidic, fully intending on offending him as much as humanly possible. 

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“Gang-banger, hm? There’s a thought - a sweet little thing like yourself, I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find enough takers to just pass you around. How many doses of cum does it take for a familiar to know her place within the cells?” Fighting him would do no good but if she wanted to try; hell, he would let her. They were there one second and gone the next. When one lived as long as he did, they were an expert at teleportation. They manifested in his home and he released her abruptly. “That was real cute, ya know, the whole hunkering down bit. Like I had to carry you - how did you see that working out?” Armand smiled. “Here I had given you more credit than that though apparently your brains are more channeled into your sass than your common sense. What a shame.”

          “I -” This was a bad idea. “I’m sorry, I’ve just…never seen a faerie in person.” Tegan’s words are filled with a gentle, but panicked amazement as she finds herself getting quickly sidetracked as heat spreads across her cheeks. She had been rented - but said person had been nowhere to be found. She had waited so long she was sure she had been entirely forgotten about. It wasn’t uncommon, so she had wandered off. Deciding she would simply, and quietly go back to the cells without fuss turned out to be far easier said than done. This is not her home.

           “I’m trying to find my way back to….L'Enfer.” Gods, she realizes how ridiculous that sounds, wanting to go back to such a place. But - “I don’t want to get into trouble - or cause you any sir. I’m sorry, I’m a little lost and need directions.” Her eyes downcast. 

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"Okay? You got a faerie fetish or something, Ginger?” his words were more harsh than he intended them to be. His smile broke the serious tone. It was inevitable with how much this one was blushing. Armand enjoyed making innocents blush as much as the next dominant but they were not a favorite of his particularly. Most of ‘em were so goddamn useless. This one though - this one had potential. 

L’Enfer. A slave trying to get back to the cells on her own, without any fight or complaints of it. “Sir?” he wouldn’t correct her for being polite, but he couldn’t help himself with his next words “I prefer Daddy, but we can work our way up to it.” Armand’s mind had been made up and his evening decided until this little witch crossed his path. His hand raised and pushed under her chin to force her gaze up to meet his. “I can think of a place much better for you to occupy some time in.”

“Super cute.” Eve replied sarcastically with a fake smile. Quite honestly she did not care who this guy was. He was in her way and she needed some alone time to cool off. Naturally, he didn’t seem to care nor take a hint. Her eyebrows arched as he leaned down, not breaking eye contact  or shying away from his stare. “One serious pissed off girl. So take a hike Mr. Smartass fairie.” She gave him half a second. When he didn’t back off, she slipped under his arm, trying to get away. 

She was BOLD and he would give her points for that. He could appreciate some sass, a little fight with his playthings. “You don’t say.” this was almost too easy. When Eve attempted to slip under his arm, he brought it down to close around her shoulders and he snatched her close. “Well, Ms. Seriously pissed off girl - looks like you’ve found a suitor for the evening,” Armand smirked, “whether you get even more seriously pissed off” again he mocked her “or not, is entirely up to you.”

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ARMAND EMMANUEL.

5208 years old, unseelie faerie, master in thorn haven.

Full Name: Armand Emmanuel Nick Name(s): Armand Age: 5208 years Pronouns: He/Him S. Orientation: Heteroflexible R. Orientation: Heteroromantic Positive Traits: Level-headed, independent, humorous, knowledgeable Negative Traits: Possessive, arrogant, impatient, Former Occupation: many Species: unseelie fae Active Powers: Dream walking, glamouring/enamoring, longevity, other fae abilities including psychological manipulation Skills: hand to hand combat, polyglot, manipulation Rank: Master Role: Dominant Turn-Ons: Submissive partners, teasing, training, rough sex, breath play Turn-Offs: Bad hygiene, uselessness, disrespect

armand was born many years ago in a small village in what is now south america. he was born to two unseelie fae who were considered to be warriors among their kind. both were killed when he was about 10 years old. because of his family’s service, armand was raised in the court with the children of the king and queen of the unseelie; but he always knew that he was not the same as them. they just were not cut from the same cloth. he wasn’t royalty and he never would be. he was the child of warriors however, and he decided that he would make them proud. 

he fought hard and he learned his craft. armand prided himself on his hand to hand combat skills and his hand in faerie magic. he remained close to the royal family, even after gaining his own independence. he became the confidant to the same children that he was raised alongside.

they were forced to adapt as the world changed. much to the dismay of the king and queen. after 3000 years with his clan, armand became insatiable for change. he craved something different. he left to explore. armand has worn a variety of hats over the years but finally found some form of home in 1820 when he came across thorn haven for the first time. he may go from time to time, but he always comes back. 

“So, anyone know anything about this fairy stuff?” Joanna asked, looking at her hands.  They hadn’t done the glowing thing again since the riots had ended, but it was still unsettling.

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"This fairy stuff?” he couldn’t help but to mock her little voice with his best  smile, completely aware of just how much of a dick he came off as. “-y’know, I don’t think I have ever met a fae that doesn’t know how to be a fae, half-breed or not. Just seems like a disservice - a waste.”

“Watch it!” she exclaimed with annoyance, eying the person she’d shoulder crashed with. Her expression was beyond pissy after the day she’d had, feeling dirty and cold all over. If anyone dared cross her now she would jump down their throat without thinking. The entire world better just back the hell off.. 

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