Frayed Wings

"I don't expect you to." Granted, Cash didn't really have a choice though Roland was rather more considerate of that than the other masters. Still, he seemed willing enough now that they'd clarified what he wanted of him. "I can only imagine. I assure you that my suite is far superior to this." That was also quite an understatement. The Undercroft was drab, boring, and generally a distasteful place to be. Roland didn't mind coming down for his brief visits he rarely spent a long time down here unless he couldn't quite make up his mind about which slave he wanted at that particular time.

He chuckled, genuinely amused by the attitude this guy held. He didn't judge him, he looked expensive, it only made sense that his manners matched. Cash felt out of place with him, but if he wanted him out of all the choices as a bed warmer for the night, who was he to tell him no? "I believe you," He assured, giving him an unintentionally charming smile and a light shake of his head. His brows furrowed slightly, "Shit, I didn't even know we had books," Not much looking around had really been done, he had a pretty active mind to keep him busy.

Magnai wasn't bothered by those unthinkingly little jolts of the slave's hips, far from it, keeping his hand splayed broad over Cash's groin and rubbing rhythmically back against each insistent twitch. The most primal parts of the alpha's mind hardly needed a partner to want him back during a rut, not when he'd sunk fully into that urgent drive to take and conquer. Still, it awakened some other equally instinctive part of him to have someone like the valkyrie squirming and moaning against him, so clearly muddled by his own lust. Compatibility, if only in appetite. Magnai might not be able to breed him like a proper omega but his hindbrain was all too happy to try.

Cash's legs were already shaking, he had barely been touched. The rough palm of the alpha rubbing against him, already being so worked up just from getting him off, the valkyrie worried he'd come prematurely. It'd be embarrassing, but he was more concerned over not wanting to tap out. Though, given what he knew about ruts, there wouldn't be an option for that. The thought should've turned him off, but with the sexual frustration now so vividly forefront in his mind, it only had him leaking more in his sweats.

"Thank you!" Iah cheered. He was incredibly happy to have someone help him. Even if he didn't know much about interior decorating, they could at least do this. Turning, he began leading the way to his suite. "I think the plants might just object to me. When I was trying to get them back to the castle, the wagon I was using broke and half of them fell out."

That dirty look didn't perturb Danny in the slightest, nor did the warning to get out. He knew that he was stronger than Cash. The valkyrie might have been stronger than him if uncollared but fortunately for Danny, they were on a fairly even playing field. Danny just had the advantage of being bigger and more of a 'fighter.' That is to say, he wasn't afraid to use underhanded tactics when grappling with someone else to try and win to get his way. But maybe he could talk Cash into giving him what he wanted this time...

His glare got sharper, more nasty, filled with the hatred that Cash never even felt the parents that neglected him. "I think you needa' recheck you definition of special, 'cause being fuckin' murdered ain't it," As his anger grew, the more his already thick southern accent just got thicker, nostrils flaring as the valkyrie tried desperately to reel himself in. Anger wasn't a good feeling, he didn't like it, he had lived it for nineteen years that was more than enough, but it seemed the spirit being locked up in the castle was going to bring him back to those times.

It didn't often happen to Danny that he ever ran into his victims ever again. Usually, what was dead stayed dead. Not in his case, of course. He was murdered in his prime, cut down when he had so many more things to do and people to kill. He had never expected for someone to come back into his life because how often were people truly resurrected or became spirits? Not often, he was willing to bet. Not only that, but the world was huge. What was the likelihood that his favorite kill would be dropped right back into his lap to play with all over again? Cash had always been special to Danny and to be able to lay eyes on him again made him feel positively enthralled.

He sucked on his teeth, finally looking at him just to give him a dirty glare, a nasty look that barely ever graced the ever-so-gentle valkyrie's face. Danny was already not far behind him, already stripping of his shirt and making Cash turn his gaze away again with a scowl and roll of his eyes. "I said get the fuck out," He hissed through gritted teeth, but when he heard his footsteps moving closer the hybrid was whipping around to face him, backing up to put space between them like Danny physically burned him to be close to.

The valkyrie didn't balk at the suggestion, that was something. He didn't seem overly offended or horrified, perhaps just a little shy. Surely he understood what Roland had meant, though the question made it seem otherwise. The vampire smirked. "Something far more entertaining than pacing around these dull rooms." He gestured at the drab Undercroft surroundings. "And a great deal more pleasurable." If he didn't get it with that very obvious hint then the slave was likely quite dull indeed. It wouldn't deter Roland from sampling him at least once, though.

His answer was enough for Cash to confirm to himself that he was certainly suggesting what he thought he was. The vampire was certainly not someone he'd ever expect to approach him, nor would he really, he always felt out of place next to the fancy types- but he also wasn't opposed to new experiences. He could work with the fancy get-up. "Well, how am I 'pposed to say no to that?" He rose a brow, tongue coming out to wet his lips, "Sure would be nice to get a change a' scenery." He had always been vague, not from being shy but purely because he had been publicly closeted in his human life. Almost all of his conversations had been coded and vague.

Magnai let the boy indulge them both long after the last shivers of pleasure worked through him, rolling his hips slow and deep, releasing his grip on his knot just to tease the valkyrie with the impossible stretch of it against his lips before he finally eased himself out of the warm sheathe of his throat. Satisfaction was a steady hum under the alpha's skin, his fingers rubbing over the slave's scalp like he was stroking a favored dog. "Attaboy," Magnai purred, cuffing Cash under his chin to make his raise his face so the master could appreciate the sight of him flushed and panting, saliva streaked the boy's skin, utterly debauched. Already, he was entertaining the idea of seeing him like this again - from beneath Magnai's desk, perhaps.

The low whine that echoed from the back of his throat when he pulled out was in protest, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue, the ache in his jaw a comforting reminder of his past. Despite his want to continue even after the alpha had spilled down his throat, he sat back on his heels, panting and trying to gather himself. Unfortunately, the scratches against his scalp, that praise that shot straight to his cock, and the chin lift had him simply smiling lazily up at him.

Oh! Is that what that meant?! Iah had heard a few people say it, but hadn't really known what it was supposed to mean. All he guessed was that it was a greeting of some sort. "Great!" Iah cheered. "I brought a few back from town, but now I'm having trouble figuring out where I want to put them."

The valkyrie nodded, arms crossing loosely over his chest, overall just seeming relaxed, casual, though the missing thing was a sense of confidence. He always seemed to keep his head down just slightly. "Yeah, I can help with that, for sure. I mean, I ain't no interior decorate or nothin', but I can surely try," He nodded his head once, smiling. Something to do with his hands would be amazing, he was almost daring to think about the idea of a cigarette if he didn't find something to do soon.

The enforcer's lips curled up into an amused smile and tilted his head to the side as he studied the slave a little closer, detecting the note of self-deprecation in his words but keeping his mouth shut on the topic. "Well I'm glad to hear that you won't be causing any trouble, you'd be one of the few." he hummed lowly. Cash wasn't the first slave that had said that they would behave only to cause stir up trouble as soon as he turned around but Yuta wanted to see if the slave actually meant it.

Cash's brows rose higher, nodding slowly like it was a struggle to understand that most slaves didn't behave. He gave a small shrug then, "I mean, ain't no one's fault but mine that i'm n'here so," Meaning he'd pretty much just roll with the punches. His trouble maker days had ended when he was nineteen, that was long ago, he had no plans to bring it back, "Hope to give ya' a breather, I guess."

Magnai's cock twitched insistently against the slave's stubbled cheek at the sight of those teary eyes and those raspy pleas Cash was all too willing to give him. The desperate submission was finetuned to appeal to the alpha's instincts in that moment and Magnai squeezed his fist tight around his burgeoning knot, exercising the small share of self control left to him to hold back from knotting the slave's mouth then and there. He was too impatient to wait on fucking him after without needing to break a few of Cash's teeth to expedite the process. "I know you do," Magnai rubbed the head of his cock greedily against the valkyrie's swollen lips, breathing deep with his own lips parted to catch as much of the scent of the other's desire as he could. "Sound good when you beg, pup. Open up."

He couldn't stop himself, his eyes dropped down to watch the alpha's hand squeeze around his knot. If he could focus on anything other than forty-five years of repressed horniness, he might've felt embarrassed at the way his mouth almost watered at the sight alone, but that wasn't a thought he was capable of having in the moment. The pressure of his tip against his lips had his tongue coming out drag along it with each pass over, and the order wasn't hesitated to be followed as his mouth opened to let him back into his mouth. His jaw was already aching from lack of practice in his afterlife, but he had never been a quitter before, he had no plans to stop now.

Experience was no longer a question. Not with the practiced way the slave relaxed around him, worked his mouth to guide the alpha's cock deeper, to seat Magnai as far down the valkyrie's throat as he could go. Magnai's fingers twisted in Cash's hair, his hips riding up against that hot mouth even when there was no inch left of him that the slave hadn't already swallowed, a guttural hum of satisfaction prying out from the alpha's chest. He could feel how wide he was straining those delicate, fluttering muscles, the quick puffs of breath forcing through the slave's nose as the boy struggled through. "Just like that." Magnai tolerated a moment's need for reprieve, but he was forcing Cash's head back sooner rather than later, grinding the valkyrie's face into his groin with a low hum as he savored the sensation of the boy's throat hugging his straining cock, those careful fingers toying with him.

Cash wanted to do good, in fact, he wanted to do more than good. Ever since he had first realized his sexuality, servicing others seemed to get him off more than actually getting himself off. That much was evident in the bulge in his sweat, the wet spot where he had been leaking enough pre-come to cause it. The tugs in his hair and the sound of praise was all he needed to be willing to sit on his knees all night if that's what the alpha wanted. The moment he was given to catch his breath didn't seem long enough, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock was shoved back down his throat, forcing another gag from him. Despite it all, he still didn't complain, nor did he fight the thrusts of his hips deeper into his throat.

When his head was on right, Magnai would have to look into this one's background. Zealous enough to almost seem like he'd been trained already, a sale from a private collection, perhaps? Even the business side of the varcolac's mind was easily silenced when faced with the new slave sinking eagerly to his knees before him, the hot scent of arousal beginning to thread through Cash's scent. Magnai clearly had no need to guide him, his other hand joining the first in threading through the valkyrie's tangled hair, the pointed tips of his claws just barely snagging at his scalp at the pleasure of that gentle humming moan around the alpha's swollen cock.

Cash had missed this. That look of lust, the grip in his hair, truly just pleasing someone in general. His prime had been cut short, but he had been nothing but sexually liberated in his human life. Hanky code, cruising, he did it all and loved every second of it. Almost too ironic that he'd end up a slave in a sex castle. The praise of encouragement was music to his ears, and anyone else might've been embarrassed about being fully hard already, but the valkyrie had no shame, not when the slight stinging in his scalp made him feel more alive than he had in far too long.

If Magnai had doubts about keeping the hybrid around, they faded into nothing at the way Cash leaned into him like he was melting. The respect paid didn't hurt either. Magnai liked them obedient on a good day, in rut when his tolerance for disrespect was vanished entirely it was enough to slip the valkyrie right into his good graces with minimal effort. "Cash," Magnai repeated, vague amusement buried beneath the timbre of the alpha's voice. He was sure the spirit had been a nice stack of exactly that for whoever had sold him to the castle. Magnai's smoldering eyes dragged over the other's inked skin, his stubbled cheeks and he dropped Cash's chin, squeezing at his waist instead, trim beneath both the alpha's hands. He could work with this.

He nodded at the repeat of his name, practically like a puppy who just learned what it was called. Mistake or not, he was sure glad he was dropped into the suite. His arms lifted slightly when large hands found his waist, but he didn't touch him, not yet. He was slightly nervous, a bit out of rhythm. It had been so long, he worried he'd lost all his mojo. Would be a shame if he couldn't even get it up after forty-five years.

for @wingsofduty

Unlike other slaves, the valkyrie had seemed to be making himself right at home. Even in the midst of the chaos that heat week brought to the castle, Cash was simply minding his own business, messing around with some chess pieces like it was the most interesting thing the world. It wasn't, but it less awkward than watching the slaves on the couch across the room go at it like rabbits. Really, that was why he didn't exactly protest when he was suddenly urgently grabbed and dragged off somewhere like the guards life depended on it. He was definitely confused, but he didn't fight it. He figured he was needed somewhere, so who was he to argue?