We All Fall Down

The aswang couldn't help a little laugh, always getting a kick out of the reaction that word got from Finn. For a few seconds, he just watched the two of them on the couch, his body sure as hell starting to respond to it, especially when Vitaly lifted the familiar a little higher. Gareth cursed softly and stepped closer to thread his fingers through his slave's hair, tugging his head back. "Since I'm trying oh so hard to play nice with you this heat week, you decide how you want to start this whole thing off. You want us both fucking you or do you want me to use your mouth?" His gaze flicked to Vitaly and he offered the other man an almost feral grin. "Unless you want him to decide for you."

Finn made a face at his master, briefly glancing back at Vitaly to give him the same unimpressed stare that he'd dare agree with Gareth. Whatever, he ultimately decided. He wasn't in much a position to argue when it was heat week and he needed to be fucked. "At least start with my mouth," he grumbled. His master heard it before already how he wasn't into switching up holes after his ass had been used. He'd hear it again every time too. "And you," he said to Vitaly, "don't fuckin' stop."

"I had no intention of that." He assured the familiar, smacking his ass with one quick whack. Now this was a sight he wouldn't get out of his head anytime soon as Finn continued rolling into his thrusts while his mouth was filled up with the aswang. So he stilled Finn from moving, holding him in place. "You just focus on sucking. I will handle fucking." He murmured in Finn's ear before he leaned back, angled enough to thrust up and take over that work. His thrusts were in time with the way Finn bobbed on Gareth's cock and he chuckled as the other took his master in well. "You look very pretty doing this, puppy. I should ask Gareth for spit roasting more often."

"And what kind of trophy would that be?" Brendan asked, raising an eyebrow at Vitaly. Probably his head or something, given how much he'd irritated the man the last time they'd been around each other. His gaze fell to watch the hellhound as the older man made quick work of getting his pants open, the human's eyes widening for just a second before he moved to slide down onto his knees in front of Vitaly. "I'm not tendy." He grumbled back, rolling his eyes, and reached up one hand to wrap around the base of the other slave's cock. He stroked him a few times (not that it seemed like Vitaly needed any help getting hard right now) and then Brendan moved closer to wrap his lips around the hellhound's cock.

"Easy," Kaden warned with a grunt at Vitaly's initial penetration. He grit his teeth at first, white-knuckled the counter edge, and remembered to breathe through it, mild discomfort transforming into pleasure. He appreciated his roommate's modicum of self control there; he didn't usually have sex with alpha wolves in heat. Vitaly would be the exception.

Gareth had stepped out of the suite for a few hours, heading to town to have some more fun at Raphael's club where he'd hooked up with a handful of strangers. It had been a very entertaining couple of hours, but then he'd started to crave more time with the familiar and had quickly made his way back to the castle. Once he was nearly to his suite, Gareth tugged his phone out of his pocket and started to shoot a text message to Finn to get his ass ready, the master opening the door seconds before he was about to send the text. He'd been so distracted by that he'd hardly been paying attention to the voices coming from the suite and Gareth paused as he looked up and let the door fall shut behind him. Now there was an image he hadn't been expecting, though it was a very nice surprise, and the aswang started to grin. "I see you've already started having all the fun without me, puppy."

Finn gasped out Vitaly’s name as he was manhandled like he couldn’t undress himself. Honestly he was into it. He’d never fucking tell his master how much of a hit this particular outfit was this week or how he’d probably save it for a certain black dragon on a rainy day. “Fuck, Vitaly,” he groaned out as the hellhound tormented him in the best way.

He kept his movements up as he watched Gareth come in, strolling closer and smirked against Finn's neck, biting down. "Now. We talked about this. You must be nice more. Behave." Nodding to Gareth, he lifted Finn's thighs higher as he rutted up just a little harder. "Afterall. Might be room for two in ass. Or... Mouth can be put to use on master while I fill you. Possibilities are endless. And between two of us I think we could keep you fucked and filled for long time."

When he came back into his suite he was overjoyed to finally find Vitaly where he should have been from the start. Before he could express his grievances, which were the important ones, VItaly had the nerve to complain to him. Lucien stared at his slave not giving a response. First of all, that technically was true. If it was a slave or some lesser thing that sort of death was inconsequential and he would prefer it. Second, Vitaly without any suppressants was far more enticing than he'd expected.

At the admittance of it all, Vitaly took a breath because of course if there was a way to make him go feral Lucien would poke the bear. "I am not asking this, I am asking for one simple thing." He moved closer to his master, swatting his hands gently out of the way. "I am asking that when heat is here, you be here when you can. Because I have hole I prefer filling." He was careful with Lucien's clothes, a painful fucking task in of itself as he placed the vest on the back of the chair.

"Aren't you on the rampage." Noel was full of his normal amusement having watched Vitaly with his latest 'partner' if that's what the other could be called. "Is this what you're always like without suppressants? If you ask nicely maybe I can give you one." The reaper was standing in the hallway almost in all black; slacks, shoes, a sweater (even in the heat), tie, the only color the white button up he had underneath. Both he and his brother did have an issue in wearing a lot of clothing. "You can crawl over to me and beg at my feet, shchonochek."

Everything happened so perfectly quickly that Finn hardly had a second to catch up. He sure as shit wasn't complaining either. He knew this had been the right choice to come to Vitaly, who seemed far more consumed by his heat this time around than he remembered in prior encounters. Probably the slutty outfit, he guessed. That shit always drove the hellhound wild for him even on the most average of Tuesdays.

Kaden sipped on his coffee as he took in the state of Vitaly. He knew his roommate also suffered through heat like their shared master and frankly wasn't surprised to be propositioned. He supposed that was fair since he'd asked the hellhound for a similar favor only recently for his own needs.

"Слава грёбаному Господу." He muttered as the other gave him permission, jeans tearing off the other. Vitaly shove his own jeans down, sliding his hardened length between Kaden's cheeks as he wrapped an arm around the other's chest and buried into his neck. "This friendship has many perks." He murmured, mouth dancing along the kresnik's neck as he thrust against him slowly before grasping himself and pushing in, taking his time knowing the other didn't often bottom.

"Hey there, big boy," Finn all but purred as he answered the door to Vitaly who'd been pounding for entry into Gareth's suite. He leaned in the doorframe, one gloved arm stretched up along it. Ironic how he stood taller than Vitaly in the heels of his pink-themed outfit underneath the dramatic sheer robe. Perfect timing since he was needing relief from his heat again. "Back for more already?" He dragged the hellhound into the suite and threw him onto the couch, straddling him. He grabbed the sides of the younger wrath demon's face and pulled him in for a hard, demanding kiss.

Vitaly knew Finn would be ready again the minute he decided to go to Gareth's suite. That ass was always willing and ready for him, and maybe, just maybe this time he could actually manage to be there when Gareth was. Once the door opened and Finn pulled him in, Vitaly groaned into the other's mouth. "Gift keeps on giving." He mumbled before he moved Finn to stand and turn, shoving the robe off and ripping everything else out of the way of his sole target. Shoving his jeans down, he pulled finn into his lap facing away from him this time. Hands went under the older demon's thighs as he lifted the other, grinding himself up against the other while biting down on his shoulder. "I think this time I control pace. You look too pretty in pink to do work."

Brendan had been aware of heat week approaching, having been around enough supernatural creatures before Krovs to recognize the signs. Things had turned a little more hectic down in the Undercroft as the day went on, becoming a hell of a lot noisier, and Brendan had already been rented a few times to help out masters who suffered with heat. He'd just been escorted back down and was making his way to his bed to try and recuperate when his gaze fell on a familiar enough figure. "Hey there, puppy." Brendan greeted casually, a faint smirk playing around his lips. "You alright? Kind of look a little miserable there."

Merek himself didn't go through heat but considering just how much the pyromancer enjoyed sex, he was all too happy to help out those suffering. One of his first stops as always happened to be Lucien's suite, though it happened to be Vitaly who answered the door instead of the councilman. Not that Merek was complaining, of course, as the hellhound was always very nice to look at. And also clearly in need of some help, if the look on the other man's face was anything to go off of. Well, that and other things, the pyromancer's gaze fixing briefly on the man's crotch. "Oh, hello, darling. Do you, ah...need some assistance with that?"