onyx storm

"Not everyone's capable of handling the truth," Raphael tsked, watching Onyx hungrily. He could see, hear, and smell every indicator of arousal building within the slave and that was delicious in itself for the incubus ghoul. His eyes roamed deliberately over the trussed up, struggling, levitating thing before him, Raph's tongue dragging over his bottom lip. "Admit that you're enjoying this and I'll remove them." And immediately replacing those astral tendrils with something else.

The levels of delusion the ghoul lived in was astonishing at best, but the thunderbird had to be the brunt of them. His options had dwindled down to doing what the ghoul wanted him to do or hang there in front of everyone else. He doubted heavily he'd just let him go, that there wasn't an alternative waiting for him on the otherside. If looks could kill his would have done Raphael over and over again. "Fuck, fine, I'm enjoying this now remove them" He could barely contain the anger he felt it had nowhere to go but to build up further inside him.

"You're adorable." Gareth smirked, amused at just how huffy Onyx was about removing his clothes. As if the aswang would have let him keep them on -- he liked just how good the slave looked out of his clothing. He didn't respond to him right away, simply admired the younger man and then gave him a small nod. "My suite it is. I think you should crawl on your knees the whole way, though. It'll be a very nice treat for everyone."

If only he could wipe the smirk from his face it would immediately uplift his mood. Instead he just rolls his eyes it's the most he could do right then which wasn't much at all. He hated the way he looked at him leaving the bird to fidget under his gaze until he was told to do something. That something was crawling around on his knees which sounds incredibly unappealing. "Are you serious." He groaned, he knew the answer to that was yes but he didn't have to like it. "And if I don't do it?"

Gareth noted the wince, smirking faintly before he breathed out a laugh at that snippy little comment. He wondered if anyone was going to bother breaking this slave of his attitude, not that the aswang cared one way or another. The snappy ones were always fun. The master hummed quietly in approval as Onyx's lips wrapped around his cock, rocking his hips forward a little bit. "Good boy."

He wondered if the other realized the precarious situation he had placed himself in. He wasn't without his teeth which grazed very lightly against the warm skin of his length. He could bite yet he had to weigh the consequences of that decision. Was the small bit of gratification worth the tremendous amount of trouble he could get into? Maybe, was his answer as he took more of his into his mouth. He had to give it to Gareth for his size, it filled his mouth annoyingly as he sucked, licked, and grazed those teeth along his shaft.

"Mm, no, I don't think I will," Raphael said. He kept Onyx there like that, the tendrils working him over in front of every slave in the Undercroft. He grinned, cocking his head to the side, his gaze dropping between the thunderbird's legs. "I don't know, stupid bird, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Why are you so delusional to deny all these kinks I'm discovering?"

He wanted nothing more than to rip his smug head off his shoulders. Unfortunately he was being fucked by his nasty tendrils that may or may not had felt good. He'd grit his teeth to fight back the noises that wanted to spill from him. "Shut... your mouth." He tried to growl yet it came out as more of a strangled groan. His once soft dick now fully erect, that uncomfortable feeling had shifted to something nice. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of finding something new that felt little bit good.

"Oh, please, I'm sure you still have plenty of wants, sweetheart." Gareth shot back, glancing down at Onyx with a smirk. The aswang slid his fingers through the older man's hair, grabbing a fistful of it near the back so that he could yank the slave's hair back. He tilted his head to the side, considering him briefly before Gareth used his free hand to quickly undo his own pants, drawing his cock out. "Be a good boy and get me nice and wet." The master gave Onyx's hair one last sharp pull and then let go, waiting expectantly.

He chose not to give a response to that deciding it was not worth dragging out now. He already had him on his knees there wasn't much else to go but to give the asshole what he wanted. He does give a slight wince as he's hair is yanked back by his hair. He's moved to the others desire as the sound of a zipper is done, then the cock in question pulled out. He eyed it for a second, "Bite me." He shot back before he did move, hand wrapped around the base as he worked the tip into his mouth. Tongue dragging along the slit some as he worked the rest further into his mouth.

"Sure. I'm really pining over the thought of you." Gareth shot back, his tone dry as he settled back against the wall and waited for Onyx to do as he was told. A part of him wanted the slave to struggle a little more against him, but the bigger part was pleased that the slave just did as he was told. "Now we can either take this to a playroom, get this over quick, or we can head to my suite. I'll even be nice and let you have a drink. Up to you, pudding."

"Fuck you too." He said, giving him the bird as he removed what was left of his clothes. At this point he would barely call them that, he never got the same pair back no matter what. "I'd rather have the drink so I can get through this better." He said, though a drink really sounded like the best thing right now. He'd take them all, not that he expected to be given such luxury of getting drunk. it was a thought that made him a little happier than he was.

This time Raphael did comply with Onyx's command. He was far from entirely spent but there were plenty of other flowers for him to spread his seed or whatever the saying was. He pulled out of the wet, well-used hole with a squelching sound, sure to smear juices and seed on the thunderbird's inner thighs as a souvenir. He used the slave's discarded clothes to clean himself off, tucked himself into his pants, and gave a little two-fingered salute before walking away from the frustrated bird.

It was surprising that he was actually listening though the damage was already done. He was dirtied, filled with filth he had to then deal with on top of his need to cum. Realizing then that it won't be happening no matter who else had their way with him that day. When he was released he let himself slide down to the floor, his legs jelly as the ghouls seed was grossly smeared over his legs. "I hate you asshole." He said as he watched Raphael walk away leaving him to gather himself up and limp away elsewhere.

There was an amused, soft laugh from Stigr at that response and he tilted his head, stopping in front of Onyx. "Really?" The councilman asked, crossing his arms, not entirely surprised. That was something he'd heard from slaves before, after all. "So you'd much rather be in the Undercroft permanently, for any master to play with whenever they would like?"

"No, I'd much rather find my way out of here entirely." He snapped, no he didn't want to be used by any master that might have interest. Especially a certain councilman he was trying not to think about while being with this one. "You're the better of those that have seen me." Which didn't say much, considering he felt every bit attacked and embarassed even as he tries to hide both those things.

With the shirt removed he pulled the other in close to put his mouth around a nipple, teeth rolling the bud between it as his hand massaged the rest of the skin around it his other hand held and kneaded Onyx's ass before I he moved to place the back of that small frame on the couch slipping a hand between them. He opened Onyx's pants slipping his hand inside running his fingers along the slick wetness. He smiled against the painted lips. "Already that excited for me." His middle finger teased at the wet hole before he pushed it inside. Biting his own bottom lip at the feel.

Now that was new, different, and every bit amazing that it could be. He could easily just do this for hours and he'd be very content. It made down below a lot more hot and wet just from the attention he was getting from Shade. "Fuck." He breathes, holding onto him as they are moved, the couch a nice comfort for him to relax into. He'd spread his legs some to give that hand more space as it touched his newfound wetness. "Oh.. fuck Shade..." He moans, as he slides so easily into his heat. It wasn't enough yet felt good all the same, though he knew he could get something much bigger. "C'mon... stop teasing." He says, needing more of him now.

"Yes, that seems to be something many of the other slaves agree with you on." Not a terribly smart way to go about life in the Undercroft when you had to deal with all different types of masters, but that wasn't Stigr's concern. He laughed softly and reached out to take hold of Onyx's chin, looking him over and really taking in the tattoos now. "I somehow find it hard to believe you spend that much time in the Undercroft. Unless you've failed that badly in capturing a master's attention."

He didn't know that he hadn't made many friends with the other slaves, often keeping to himself fro the most part. He did better alone anyways yet forced to live among so many. Another thing that left him more often than not annoyed. "It isn't a failure to not grab their attention. That's my intentions." He said, though he didn't mind Stigr so much, still has that vampire attitude but he hasn't insulted or threatened him yet.

"I have my moments, sure." Which was an absolute lie. The aswang was pretty sure that he'd never been nice a day in his life and that was something that had just gotten worse after he'd become a master in the castle. He led Onyx through the crowd of people, expecting that the slave was following him and smiled as he found an empty room. He put a hand to the slave's back and pushed him into the room, following and shutting the door. "I think I want you on your knees before we get to the real fun." Stepping further into the room, Gareth impatiently snapped his fingers at Onyx and gestured in front of himself before he started to undo his pants. "C'mon, we don't have all day here."

Onyx doubted that heavily, yet had no real proof that he was being truthful with him. Usually his own instincts weren't wrong about the people he interacts with. Then again so much has gone wrong to land him here he's starting to distrust his own self. He followed him through the crowds of people in his ridiculous looking outfit, there was no point in trying to cover himself at this point. When they got to a door he was pushed into it leaving him alone in a room with the vampire. "What's it like to want?" He snapped, though he had no real choice here, no where to escape. He glared at him as he moved to kneel in front of him, his knees meeting the cold floor beneath them.

"I'm sure you will." His tone was mocking and sarcastic. Noel was much smarter than the slave before him and he'd had to have a master buy him to get out of the undercroft. He was sure the man before him wasn't some sort of savant when it came to escaping. "You can always start begging now for me to claim you." He smiled letting his fingers play along the collar. "You would make a lovely pet."

It didn't get missed the tone of his words which only made the thunderbird itching in annoyance. He felt he was enjoying this much more than he was himself which he wasn't sure how to deal with. What he said next had him crossing his arms over his chest. "Not going to happen." he said, he wasn't going to beg for him or anyone else. "No I won't, I'd be more a headache than anything."

"Oh, but I do love a challenge. Why do you think I'm coming after you, love bug?" Gareth asked with a laugh. As if Onyx would be much of a challenge if the aswang ever decided to just hit him with some persuasion. That would entirely depend on how much the slave actually annoyed him tonight. "I think you should lose the clothes right here. You won't be needing them for at least a few hours. I'm sure the guards will be more than happy to get you some new ones later."

"Starting to think you have a crush." He grumbled, which would only make his life even worse than it was already. It was these moments he wish he had this collar off of his neck, it would be most amusing to see him get struck by lightning a few times. "I think you should sit on a cactus." He grumbled, he looked towards the guards knowing if he didn't they would. Which was more embarrassing for him? After a moment of internal fighting he groaned as he worked his way out of his clothes.