Tyriel Colson

Talking about Levi was still a sore spot for the Valkyrie which is why he didn’t comment on the man’s methods of discipline. “If you’re looking for a potent blood, why don’t you remove this collar and earn it.” He snaps. “Or are you afraid that I’ll kick your ass.” He hisses, his brown eyes locked on the dark haired master, studying every moment of his. The Valkyrie’s muscles tensed and waiting for the slightest form of aggression.

“A Valkyrie, I won’t take my chances. I’m not sure where you’re aggression is coming from love. I’m not gonna hurt you unless I see it fit. That’s more of what the other me prefers on doing things, but I just wanna sit and talk and chat, and fuck.” He said his intent clearly to give the guy an idea firsthand. He may not purposely hurt him but he was obliged to comply as a part of the castle rules. He ran his hands all over his thigh then he came closer, pressing a kiss on his neck so he could smell the blood underneath. His hunger, both from his dual vampire and incubus aspect were intense. “I just need to eat.”

“If you touch me, I’ll shove your dick down your throat and break my foot off in your ass.” Einar says when he overhears Tyriel speak from next to him. The Valkyrie hated others feeding off of him, it was a weird sensation and he barely tolerated his own master doing it to him. The warrior was dressed up as a vampire. cliche yes but he had nothing else in his wardrobe. “Popular to what you bloodsuckers think, having someone feeding off of you isn’t exactly fun for us, makes us all light headed.”

"You're very creative with words. It's cute probably your master must've been skipping disciplinary methods." Tyriel raised a brow on his ungroomed attitude not that he could blame him. "And sucking from someone in rage or fear makes the blood more potent." The man knew if it was his demon self, he would've shoved him already or hurt him badly but he wanted to stay diplomatic first, before resorting tot those methods. “It’s not meant to be fun for you but for us. And you resisting like this, you understand it would trigger more desire right?”

Fresh out of the shower, his curls dark and wet and falling into his eyes, Bradley dried himself off with one of the warm towels hanging on the heater before making his way through to the master bedroom. He still wasn’t completely used to living in such a beautiful suite; it had been just over two years since he’d arrived at Krovs and he’d been Tyriel’s claim for a good chunk of it, but he still couldn’t quite believe he got to sleep in such a lovely bed every night. 

Tyriel went back to his suite early after a quick visit to his brother. The vampire was off salvaging what he could with the last family he had and the farthest they had done was talk, a progress which the vampire was happy about. He was then back to his bed to get some rest, not that his body really needed it. He was still in the process of absorbing everything, the suite, the warm bed, the color of the ceiling. How he was not able to touch it, to feel it at will instead of being trapped on a body he couldn’t control screaming. Despite his calm state, the back of his head was at unrest, insults after insults ran deep down, the darkness of the evil he still contained. He managed to silence him sometimes, but it was then while was in idle, on his comfort that his voice got louder. The battle was still there, a non-stop fight for dominance over the body, and he was getting used to it. The voice of the demon were silenced once more on the presence of his slave. The sweet scent of his shampoo, and the fruity scent of his skin. The bigger man slipped his arm under his head so he could pull him close. “That’s a long time Bradley. A lot had changed.” He traced his fingers on his soft cheek, loving how nice they felt. “Well, technically, we’ve been spending time as I am for weeks. I don’t feel that at all.” He pulled the smaller boy for a tight hug, his arms squeezing his smaller body. “But I know you of course. I was here for you just as he was.” He said. “I don’t.. not at all beautiful. Are you getting tired of me?”

Tyriel walked into the party with his Van Helsing costume, wearing the ironic costume quite proudly. He didn’t really care what he wore for the event but rather the event itself that he had to visit for the first time without the demon controlling his body. Ever since he gained dominance, he was out and about with acquiring the taste of Krovs, first hand. He wasn’t as cruel as his demon counterpart but still he had his own fun in his own ways. He looked around the place, slaves, guards and master all gathered there as if the social barrier was gone. He knew he had to make it worth his time, as he wasn’t sure how long he will have his freedom. He stopped by the blood bar and took a seat beside the male. Striking a conversation wouldn’t be as bad, he thought. “Blood bar is a good idea, though I prefer if I have to take it fresh from the host. Parties like this are quite fun, everyone got an excuse to show off their skin.”

Tyriel walked into the party with his Van Helsing costume, wearing the ironic costume quite proudly. He didn’t really care what he wore for the event but rather the event itself that he had to visit for the first time without the demon controlling his body. Ever since he gained dominance, he was out and about with acquiring the taste of Krovs, first hand. He wasn’t as cruel as his demon counterpart but still he had his own fun in his own ways. He looked around the place, slaves, guards and master all gathered there as if the social barrier was gone. He knew he had to make it worth his time, as he wasn’t sure how long he will have his freedom. He stopped by the blood bar and took a seat beside the male. Striking a conversation wouldn’t be as bad, he thought. “Blood bar is a good idea, though I prefer if I have to take it fresh from the host. Parties like this are quite fun, everyone got an excuse to show off their skin.”

He looked at the other as his hand was taken and kissed. “I wouldn’t say it’s unfair, I’d say it means we get the better vampires sucking on our flesh.” he purred, moving from his seat to straddle the others lap. He gently brushed his lips over the others, big brown eyes gazing at the master. He nuzzled the others neck, before placing small kisses on their neck. “So you want to feed?” he hummed.

"I am definitely hungry." Tyriel was enjoying his freedom now that he was in full control of his body. He let his hands run over his back tracing on his soft skin as the beautiful slave got on his lap straddling him. "And I wanna feed right now." He answered his question then he left him kiss on his skin. "My own slave isn't here right now and I want someone who would be my good boy. You certainly can be that if you like." He offered placing his share of kisses on his neck too.

"Mm, have you been avoiding me, Tyriel? It's been a while since I've last seen you." – Raphael

“Occupied how?” Raphael asked with a curious tilt of his head. He had to wonder how Tyriel could be so occupied they hadn’t run into each other that often in the last month or so. In fairness to his brother, Raph had been back and forth in Italy to handle business matters at home. Perhaps he really ought to consider hiring an assistant to handle these affairs so he could continue his extended vacation. “You should come occupy yourself with me a little more often,” he said with a crooked smirk. 

"I find that very charming brother, considering last time we talked we almost wrecked the whole place." Tyriel took credit for it though and he was glad to see things in a new light for once. He eyed the older man then smirked. "Are you bored of your toys? Definitely being a councilman must've occupied most your time." He took another swig of his drink. "Well if you got nothing in your schedule today I can occupy myself with you." He reached out on the man's inner thighs and he rubbed on the private area. "Our father would be so pissed we're talking right now. I think he prefers us if we're tearing each other's throat." He wasn't there to stop them of course. "Want me inside you?" He whispered.

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Tyriel was glad to have found him in the crowd and he saw how men flocked around him which he couldn't blame. He wore a very controversial costume and like a stigma, the more a thing was unique the more people would take interest. He let his hand slid under his soft garment, just as expected there was nothing but his bare skin. "I like to imagine he is. After all he left an impression on me.. I became just as sinful as he is father. I need an absolution.. fulfillment of these desires." He licked along his neck and he pressed his body close to the older man. "I'd take my penance.. whatever it is. Though I know you have something more potent than a blessed water." He wanted nothing more but to release him from the garment but it was so hot. "What do I do father?" He asked before cupping his brother's member, leaning in so close.

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"I appreciate the eagerness. I won't punish you for it. But do you deserve it? Do you deserve me?" Tyriel of course didn't like the admission feeding from his boy without him first. "Then perhaps you should've stayed with them. Serving your master a leftover." He frowned deeply and he landed a hard smack on his rear the sound was heard. "That will be the last time. I am first. Do you understand?" He nibbled on his lower lip before pulling off and he was sure to use his claws now using them to spread his hole, piercing against his skin. His hard cock rubbed against his thigh and he nibbled on his neck, on his collarbone and his nipples which the master devoured on, licking and nipping on the buds and he moved fron side to side. "I'm not fucking you right away not when you do not deserve it." He pulled his hand and placed in his bulge. "Worship my cock like you always do. If it pleases me, how you do it, I'll fuck you right here in front of them like you've always wanted."

Halloween || Tyriel & Bradley

Tyriel was distracted on talking with the slave that had accompanied him for an hour now. He talked to a lot of people and there were some slaves who avoided him at all costs most of which the demon had an encounter the last time. The slave was currently straddling on his lap and he had his digits wrapped around the master's cock while he was being finger.

Jasper growled as the guard moved him back upstairs after he tried to sneak downstairs. He looked ridiculous and hated how he felt eyes constantly on him. He waited until the guard left before finding his way to the bar and taking a drink - downing it and letting it burn its way down his throat. He hated the castle already, and he also now hated halloween.

"I know you didn't. This castle made you dress up and such." Tyriel placed a hand on his shoulder and he took the stool beside him. "Rough evening I suppose. I get it, being touched without your consent is quite annoying." The mere touch already helped the vampire incubus imagine what sex would taste like with the other. Without his demon counterpart, the thing of deceit now dormant inside of him, he was in full control. The demon used to control his body and he did countless of things, until one day he gained control for reasons he couldn't explain yet. "Can I buy you a drink. I'm not pretty sure what someone as pretty as you would want." He traced a soothing circles on his skin.

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Tyriel nodded as he tried to somehow lock it in place, slipping it under his garments edges to hold it for a bit. "Well to me, I'd say this isn't meant to be worn that long. Eventually, I'd suggest you lose it. I'm pretty sure it would benefit a lot of people." The vampire incubus gave him a smile. "An amazing evening. The slaves are quite a taste and they know how to entertain the masters. And my fellow vampires as always knows how to make a person welcome." Though he was here for a long time now, it was the first time he had a dominance over his body after the demon that bounded itself on his body was silenced. "Would you like to sit with me.. or on me." He asked teasingly.

Tyriel walked into the party with his Van Helsing costume, wearing the ironic costume quite proudly. He didn’t really care what he wore for the event but rather the event itself that he had to visit for the first time without the demon controlling his body. Ever since he gained dominance, he was out and about with acquiring the taste of Krovs, first hand. He wasn’t as cruel as his demon counterpart but still he had his own fun in his own ways. He looked around the place, slaves, guards and master all gathered there as if the social barrier was gone. He knew he had to make it worth his time, as he wasn’t sure how long he will have his freedom. He stopped by the blood bar and took a seat beside the male. Striking a conversation wouldn’t be as bad, he thought. “Blood bar is a good idea, though I prefer if I have to take it fresh from the host. Parties like this are quite fun, everyone got an excuse to show off their skin.”

Kai resided to the bar, sitting in his black angel costume. He was beginning to wish he hadn’t come. “Hm, they have them at all the events here.” he grumbled, looking up from his now empty glass of whiskey. “You can drink from me if you like. But hellhound ain’t a popular blood for some people.” he shrugged, waving his hand to the bartender to get another drink.

"I always appreciate a generous offer." Tyriel reached out for his hand and kissed the back of it. "I've been here for the past ones but this is the first time I've really been here." For the past century the demon that took over his body was in control. He was glad to gain some sort of dominance over it, at least while it lasted. "It's unfair how you hellhounds aren't given the same opportunity as other slaves. I could say because if you compare it to human food, your blood could he spicy. Not a lot of vampires enjoy the fiery taste. Give me a try love." He reached our for thigh and he pulled it over his lap. "Come sit on me."

"Father forgive me for I have sinned. I have lusted over my brother and now that the demon inside of me is finally silent I wanna catch up with him.. and consummate." - Tyriel

"As far as it would suffice." Tyriel consumed a lot of alcohol and though his vampire body quickly neutralized it, the quick numbing effects had been. Ever since he found his freedom he didn't know how to approach his brother. He mustered the confidence finally and in his most sinful means. He planted a lingering kiss on his neck before nibbling his earlobe. He hasn't faced him yet, just approached him out of the shadows from behind. He was satisfied with blood, and now his incubi self was hungry for it. "Tell me father. Despite my confession, would he say yes? Would he consummate with me?"

Jasper growled as the guard moved him back upstairs after he tried to sneak downstairs. He looked ridiculous and hated how he felt eyes constantly on him. He waited until the guard left before finding his way to the bar and taking a drink - downing it and letting it burn its way down his throat. He hated the castle already, and he also now hated halloween.

Tyriel sat across the bar and he saw the whole thing. The man was nursing his own drink when he sat there and a random master grabbed his ass which of course made the other pissed. There were days that he saw himself doing such but maybe it was a fun night that he was close to being decent and with the weakening of the demon’s influence inside of him he could somewhat act more bearable. “Leave him alone.” He pushed the other off and he sat down beside him. “Well I don’t totally blame him..with what you’re wearing, you’re pretty much asking for it. I mean no offense love. It’s just what it is.”