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"You were dead. I was trying to save you!" Remus reached out to cup Einar's cheek, "In that case, you should be fine with signing it back over to me. I'll keep it safe, promise."

"Well I did tell you I was going home to visit and that I would be back in a few weeks didnt I?" Einar couldnt help but smile a bit "If its any consolation, the contracts you signed put your soul in my possession..."

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Scenario: Remus resurrected your muse from the dead, only to realize they didn't need his help.

"I literally went gravedigging for you. Dug your dumb-ass up from a grave. Made deals to drag your soul out of hell." Remus pinched his nose, "And now you decide to tell me you're the prince of hell? Please, for the love of everything, tell me this is a joke!"

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"I think you like to think it's my favorite smell." Remus' face scrunched as he felt the heat of Scott's dick press against his face. Seconds later, all he could smell was the thick, musky, scent of Scott's balls. "Smells like you haven't showered all day." He licked his lips as he spoke, stepping forward to kiss Scott again. "Makes me more excited than ever to watch you accidentally bust outta them at the pool.

"I take it you like your gift?"

Scott returned the kiss, clearly distracted by Remus though. All he could think about was Remus drunk on his ball sweat all day. "That's your favorite smell. Why would I want to deprive you of that?" He asked, taking the chain off and dipping the doll under the fabric of his swimsuit and tucking it between his balls and the underside of his cock. "Seems pretty good right there, don't you think?" He asked with a smirk as he looked Remus over to see his reaction.

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Jonathan stirred slowly from his sleep. Lying face down on the mattress, Jonathan's arms stretched across the length of the mattress. His toes curled and a groan slipped from his lips as he arched his back, ass pressed in the air, in an effort to shake the sleep from him. He rolled onto his back. Finally, his eyes fluttered open.

"Huh?" He blinked several times, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, before his gaze settled on Easton. Memories of their meeting came flooding back. "Oh." Jonathan glanced down, "My clothes. Did I, um, strip out of them? That's embarrassing. Fuck." He couldn't remember getting out of the car. "I sleep better in my underwear. Must've not been thinking - it's been a long day and all that.

"How long was I out?" Jonathan sat up, though he was reluctant to get out of bed. His body still ached and the mattress was nothing short of luxurious. "Is the tow truck here?"

"Things in the desert aren't always what they seem," Easton said smoothly, words that would ring more and more true the longer Jonathan stayed there. "Don't worry your pretty little head, darlin', you'll be sorted out soon enough," Easton said in that imperceptible but warm accent that implied a level of chivalry and gentlemanliness. "No apology needed, sweetheart."

He grinned wickedly, like he'd just won a prize when the other began to succumb to what he had no idea had been working on him. The drinks, even the water, at the diner had been laced and the demon's magic had been quietly probing at the other's life force- not disturbing it, but almost massaging at it, getting it to relax and let it's guard down. What Jonathan didn't know was the sleep he now entered wouldn't be one he would wake from anytime soon.

They reached the mansion at the heart of the town, the beautiful, white structure a mix of Moroccan and worldly architectural influences that signified Easton's power and experience, that landmarked their town and also the heart of multiple spells that kept their compound protected and flourishing without unwanted outside influence. Easton had planned for Jonathan's arrival for what felt like forever but instead had been weeks, secretly pining and obsessing over the young wolf. When the luxury vehicle came to a stop he slowly shifted himself around, catching Jonathan's sleeping body, easing it into his arms with the help of his driver and carrying his prize inside.

When Jonathan would wake in a few hours, he would be in only his underwear, barely covered with the sheets of the bed he lay in- a bed in the center of the Master's bedroom, a room decorated beyond belief and a space that, because of it's shape, build and décor- not to mention the pulsing energy and magic, felt like it belonged more in a dream than in reality- and Jonathan waited with baited breath leaning against one of the bottom wooden pillars of the massive four-poster bed, looking like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

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Like for a starter from Finn

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Finn growled as he fed; the noise feral, a product of his hunger and a quiet warning for his maker to back off. He held tight to the mortal, trying to lose himself in the feast, but Alaric's voice kept breaking through the din. He found himself following each instruction, despite his growing frustration with the voice that distracted him from his pleasure.

"Trying to eat." He snarled, shuddering as another bite was rewarded with a rapid gush of blood. "Don't... Want..." His words of protest faded alongside his defiance, a sudden desire to be good and impress taking hold of him. With obvious reluctance, Finn let go of the mortal, stepping back as they slumped to the floor. "Why?" He turned to face Alaric, fangs extended and aching for more. "I'm still hungry!" Finn flashed forward, reaching for Alaric's wrist. "One bite. Please!"

Alaric paused at the other's out-loud realization, clearly having never thought of that before, which, considering his age and knowledge, wasn't something that occurred often. He tilted his head slightly, "Well, when you become a nepo adult we'll hopefully have gotten you all of those things." His first, full smile painted his lips at the other's reaction to blood, "Definitely my child," he said proudly as he then watched the other fly off into the night and with a wicked chuckle Alaric moved after him, giving him but a few seconds head start. He didn't want to distract or interfere, he wanted to truly see the other in action.

He watched the other's technique with amused fascination, moving so swiftly and melding seamlessly with the shadows - a technique honed over centuries - so most people simply thought they felt a cool breeze in his presence. "A vigilante- how quaint," he hummed when the other had finally chosen and pounced on his victim. He walked slowly and casually closer, leaning in so he could take in the full scene of the other feeding, "Slow down, pet," he said softly, reaching a hand out and brushing some hair out of Finn's face buried in the crook of the villain's neck, "He's not going anywhere, you've already caught him," he reminded softly, "And rushing can cause the human body to go into shock or have some other response that will make the blood taste putrid," he paid no attention or care for the mortal between them. As the other drank, he spoke again, "Think about the taste- what lies in it? You are not only drinking blood, you are absorbing life force, energy and power- feel that, feel it rush into your own veins and feel it replenishing you," he spoke in a calm, slow, almost hypnotic tone, "Now, I know he has more left in him, but, I want you to stop, prove to me you truly are better than an animal and have control over yourself."

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"Told you we were meant to be together! You bring out parts of me that I never knew existed." Mike shrugged with an easy smile, "Like I said, I'm willing to compromise. That's the point of a relationship, isn't it? We strive to make each other better. Besides, I meant it. I'd love to kneel in front of you: show you the truly magical part of me. Just without an audience."

He panted as he watched Winston, his cheeks bright red and hot to the touch. "Felt like my lips were meant for yours. If we were sitting next to each other, I'd ask you to reach over and feel how good it was for me." Mike reached forward to hold Winston's hand. "So you know what I am?"

"you did, i can't argue that. although that's something that you did for me. maybe i'm the one that motivates you to taking matters into your own hands and not letting karma catch up to people." he grinned slightly at the thought. having mike around might be better for him than he initially thought. "you have your boundaries. don't get rid of them just because of little old me." if anything, that was something the businessman seemed to respect. as much as he wanted to see mike crawl.

winston grinned after the kiss, looking around to see the damage that the other man had caused. then he looked back at mike and nodded. "so your powers are connected to your emotions. even your arousal it seems. that's hot." he winked at him and then leaned back in his seat. "how did it feel?"

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"Pools? The town looked pretty small when I looked it up on the map..." Jonathan was already fighting off sleep, his body screaming for rest now that he was in a place that felt safe. "A tour sounds lovely. But I really have to be back on the road ASAP. There's people waiting on me and all that." He watched the town pass them by as they drove, the tap of his lap drawing his attention back to the handsome stranger. "Sorry. Guess the day is weighing on me more heavily than I thought.

"That or I really underestimated how much the heat would effect me." His eyes drooped as he shuffled closer, resting his head on Easton's shoulder, "Wake me..." He yawned, eyes fluttering shut. "When we get there?"

Easton found himself biting his tongue and simply smiling or lightly laughing at the other's responses. If only this beauty knew what he planned to do with him, and if only he knew that he was about to walk straight into the spider's web from which he would never return. The devilish cult leader kept his composure, fighting against the cartoonish desire to let out a maniacal peel of laughter as they reached the car and he held the door open for the blond, nodding to his driver without further word spoken and the man understood what he wanted.

"You've only seen the outskirts of town, Angel," Easton gently reminded him with a smirk, "You haven't seen anything yet," he said, "We have a lot of air conditioning and pools. I'll give you a tour some time." The demonic entity noticed the other's eyes starting to become heavy lidded and he smiled warmly and softly patted his lap invitingly, "The drive's a couple minutes if you wanna rest your eyes."

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"Not all negotiations are fair. I just happen to be the one with an upper hand in this one." Mike's lips twitched into a smile when he and Sebastián grasped hands; the brief tingling caused by their contact confirming he was in the right place. Someone, here, had the answers he needed. "Alrighty, then. Stand back."

Mike caught the woman's hand in a tight grip. With furrowed brows, he focused on drawing each and every last drop of negative energy from her. It was only a matter of seconds before the screams stopped.

"It's done. Can't fix whatever damage was done beforehand; one of you will have to handle that." He felt bloated, magic now seeping out of him. "Name's Mike, by the way. D'you wanna talk somewhere private while people handle... This?"

Odd. It's not like Sebastián was too eager to make a metaphorical deal with a devil, but he also wasn't the kind of insensitive asshole who'd just let a woman die when he could help it. Even if she was a stranger, he was inclined to help.

Besides, if it was information what Mike was truly after, he figured it wasn't the worst thing he could offer.

"Ah, so this isn't a negotiation but extortion instead?" he teased, not truly taking the matter to heart as he simply reached out to offer Mike a very firm handshake. Little did he know of his acquaintance's nature.

"I guess we have a deal."

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"Wouldn't blame you if you wanted a change of scenery. I bet I pull some funky faces when I'm down there." Keos' laughed along with Kade, watching that hand descend without comment. "Nah. You could get laid, but you'd be too heartbroken to sustain a boner." He hummed, leaning back to look Kade in the eyes, "I just ran the bath. By myself: literally, no staff to do it for me, and you already want to make the water dirty?" He smiled, "Do whatever would make you happy, babe. It's your night."

"You haven't figured out by now that I'd much rather watch you?" It wasn't a huge thing for him but there was a little bit of a voyeuristic streak in Kade. Only he usually liked the opportunity to be involved at some point, none of that strictly watching stuff. "Oh so now I'd be single and couldn't get laid?" He laughed, letting that hand dip down into the water. "So you want me to wait but what about you? Am I allowed to fix this problem I created?" As fingers danced along Keos’ lower stomach he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Promise. I’ll come home to you unscathed.”

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"If my balls could shrivel up and recede into my body, they would have. Not a drop is left." Remus' dick betrayed him, quickly growing hard in response to Trevor's touch. He smiled weakly, hands coming to rest on Trevor's hips. "My dick and balls don't communicate. It'd be impossible not to get hard with such a beautiful man on top of me. But I'm 99% certain the next orgasm will be dry." He murmured, "How do you always have so much stamina, babe?"

"Oh, you sure you're empty?" Trevor teased, his hand still lovingly stroking Remus in very slow pointed motions as he slipped up to sit on the man's lap "I thought you said your balls were so big you could go for days... don't even think we made it one full day" he grinned cheekily, pointedly licking his lips which were glistening with the last load he'd managed to get out of Remus "I mean, I guess I could let you rest for a bit... but you still feel so big baby, you sure there's nothing left in here?" he whispered, sitting on the man's lap wearing nothing but his favourite jockstrap just enjoying the completely spent look on his partner's face.

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"There's that confidence I know and love. Guess the hat must be your trigger point, huh?" Mike smirked as their chests touched, taking the opportunity to briefly press their lips together. "I might talk like some city slicker. But I grew up on a farm, Bastian. I'm no stranger to rough and tumble: wrestling me might be harder than you think." He grinned, "I won't say no to a good time. But what do I get if I win?"

"I like you too," Bastian hummed, "Enough that I'm going to ignore the comment about the hat," he smirked, hooking his thumbs into his jean loops, walking into the other's personal space, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" the werewolf teased, his breath able to be felt on the other's lips now. His voice dropped low, almost just above a breathy whisper, the deep tenor still audible through certain words, his eyes locking with Mike's as he spoke, "Actin' all cocky ... I think it's about high time I wrestled you, showed you who was really in charge here and once I've done that, I'm gonna breed you like my little bitch in heat."

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"Yes. I chose you. I have guided you every step of the way... We might never have met had you heeded my earlier warnings." Edward reached forward, gently lifting Theron's head by his chin. "You have grown your power. More than I ever thought possible. Let me teach you how to use it. Now rise." A bright line shone from his hands as he gifted his follower with another dose of power, "A leader does not kneel. They stand strong. Tell me... What do you understand of your gifts?"

Theron blinked at the minor diety, "You mean in my dreams- even from all those years ago ... you really did choose me?" his lips spread into a wide smile of pure joy and excitement, one of final vindication and victory as so many disbelieved him when he spoke of how his god had visited him in the night. "Let me use that potential for you, my lord!" he urged, "In your name, for your honor!" he promised, looking pleadingly into the other's eyes before hearing him stand firm in his command for the other to remain in sanctuary. Finally, Theron relented, "If that ... if that is truly your wish," he said, his voice softer, "I would never deny you, my lord," he said solemnly before slowly lowering himself and kneeling in front of the other, head bowed, "I am your sword and shield. To be used as you wish. Let me be of service to you, even here, in your hallowed halls- it would be my honor."

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"Bet you say that to everyone that passes through. Just how many notches are on your bedpost, Mr. Mayor?" His eyes were narrowed in faux suspicion as he nodded along with Easton. Jonathan knew he should be more suspicious - why would anyone be so generous to a stranger - but, whether due to exhaustion or Easton's smile, he found himself following close behind him. "You don't need to spend your money on me. Keep it. Use it to get something you would enjoy.

"Easton. Nice to meet you. My name is Jonathan." Whatever remaining resistance he had disappeared as he melted into the plush seats of the car. Curiosity had taken over: how could the mayor of a small, no-name, town afford something so lavish. "I don't understand how you can live here. In the desert. This heat is..." His eyes were already feeling heavy. "Brutal."

"None that look like you," Easton continued their flirty banter effortlessly, not missing a beat. Charm was one of his specialties and he knew how to give it in spades. When the other mirrored his own body language, leaning in closer and his own blue eyes beginning to sparkle, that was when the cult leader knew he'd landed the hook- no he simply needed to carefully reel the other in. "Between you and me, you don't have to pay for anything while you're here," the devilish blond winked, "You're under my care." He smiled, having no real intention of compromising on anything ever, but seeming like the other's idea was a perfect one.

"I think that's a great idea-" he called over his shoulder to the diner waitress who had served them before, "Darla, get us some of your famous donuts to go, please," the woman literally dropping what she was doing to immediately attend to the order, slipping the treats in small white paper bags with a napkin each and brought to the table by the time Easton had stood from the table, offering the other his hand to the man in a classic, gentlemanly manner, "My name's Easton, by the way," he said with a sweet smile. Outside waiting for them was his car, one that was large, foreign and black. His driver, a man in a classic chauffeur uniform, hat and sunglasses, was standing outside his vehicle door and leaning against it, patiently waiting for his boss with his arms folded. The demon asked a question he very well already knew the answer to, "What's your name, angel?"

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"You must not get many people pass through, huh?" Being openly hit on by the supposed mayor of a small town was a welcome surprise. Jonathan leaned closer, making no effort to disguise his sudden interest. "I don't want to be a burden. You've all been so very kind to me already. I'd hate for any of you to think I was taking advantage. Besides, between you and me, I'm..." He trailed off, "I can't really afford to pay for a doctor visit right now. Especially with the unexpected car bill.

"It's very kind of you to offer." His expression wavered as he gazed into Easton's eyes. Jonathan glanced down at his watch. "How about a compromise? I'm pretty beat. Maybe I could borrow a place to nap for a little while?" He pursed his lips, "Just, um, until the tow gets back?"

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Easton corrected the other smoothly with a confident smile, clearly unashamed to make his thoughts and feelings known. It was this perfect balance of charming honestly that made hiding his real cunning so easy- people interacting with the cult leader would feel as though he came off as so forward and easy going, how could he possibly hide anything? "That's very kind of you." It was almost painful controlling himself, he wanted to take the other here and now, but he knew better than anyone just how to get people to do what he wanted and it was all about playing the game. And sitting in front of him was his sweetest prize yet.

"Already taken care of, Blue eyes," he smiled, "We should know the extent of the damage in a couple hours." Easton took a slow sip of the cold drink, "Cell service is pretty bad out here," he agreed, "That's too bad, but you are welcome to stay with me," his eyes sparkled, "I have plenty of space," referring to his glistening mansion at the center of the town as 'plenty of space' was laughable but he kept his composure, "And I don't think it would sit right with me seeing you back behind a wheel when you're still torn up from the sun," he mused, "Stay the night, eat your fill, take a nice long bath, in the morning we'll get the local physician to check out your burns and hydration levels - then we can deal with your vehicle," he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table and folding his hands, gold and bejeweled rings decorating his fingers, "What do you say, beautiful?"

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His maker's words echoed through his mind, realization finally dawning on him. "So I'm a nepo baby. The worst type of nepo baby though: I have no influence, no recourse, and I'm broke." Finn's body was pliable in that moment, allowing Alaric to manipulate his limbs in any way he wanted. "Thank you." His response was instinctive, though his expression became blank as soon as he tasted blood. Finn suckled shamelessly on his maker's thumb, growling low in throat as soon as Alaric pulled back. "More. Need more. Now."

Finn vanished in that moment, easily navigating between the maze of streets and alleyways. His hunt was wild and unpredictable. He stole random bites from partygoers, his bites shallow and fast so as to only leave a small graze, before he settled on his target. A mugger. A stealer of lives. He darted forward, effortlessly pinning them against the wall with his arm. "Don't talk." He locked eyes with his victim, waiting to feel their will crumble under his, before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of their neck. The flood of blood coaxed a groan from his throat, his knees turning weak as greedily fed upon them.

"You catch on quick," Alaric smirked, "Again, you'll get over it," he repeated when the other suggested the idea of not wanting his sire around. He simply arched a brow at the young male's next statement for a moment, "If you're referring to the Council, you'd be bat food just for suggesting a convening for something so trivial," he shook his head, "Besides, luckily - or unluckily - for you, your sire is on the Council," he returned to scoping the other, "You are right, you are no dog, but you are my pet- make of that what you wish," he said, not reacting to the other's rollercoaster of emotions. When Finn finally submitted and opened his mouth, "Good boy," Alaric praised softly before explaining, "I don't know what you've been up to since you turned, I'm making sure you haven't done anything to damage my perfect creation or stunt your transformation in the small window of time you were left alone."

He ran his thumb down one of Finn's extended fangs, "I'm quite pleased to say that you're turning beautifully," he then intentionally pricked his thumb on the edge of the other's tooth, "A small token of appreciation," he hummed before turning his thumb over to rest on the other's tongue, letting his mouth close around it and letting Finn taste a few drops of nectar from his sire. He kept his face close, the two of them sharing the same air for breath, eyes locked. "Now- time to truly feed," he decided, gently but easily pulling his thumb free from the other despite any resistance, "I want you to hunt and feed to your fill and I'm going to watch- I'd like to see what instincts you have and what kind of baseline I'm working with here," he gestured to the window facing the street, "After you, my pet."

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"I wouldn't say that. I'd say I was pretty damn lucky to find this place: everyone's been so kind and helpful. My experience could have been very different were I to have wound up somewhere else." Jonathan filled his glass as soon as the pitcher was laid down, enjoying several large gulps of the sweet liquid. "So you think I'm cute." He let his words linger in the air, "Well, I appreciate the hospitality. I'll make sure to post a glowing review of the town when I'm back on the road: maybe it'll inspire one of my twelve instagram followers to visit!

"I don't suppose you know any tow truck drivers, Mr. Mayor?" He teased, "I tried calling for one earlier but the service was pretty bad. I'm not sure the guy understood anything I said." Reaching to scratch the back of his neck, Jonathan hissed as pain radiated through his body. Sunburn. "I was really hoping to get my car back before sundown - my hotel reservation is non-refundable."

"That's okay, beautiful, no need to apologize," Easton said in that velvety smooth tone of his, the one that could convince the most saint-like of people to sin. "You don't say," he smirked, "Well, not so lucky for you to have a breakdown but lucky for us to get a visitor," he cooed. He nodded subtly and approvingly at the waitress when she filled his water, "No, of course not- you've been through a lot," he said compassionately, before turning to the waittress, "Darla, bring us a nice big jug of that sweet tea and two glasses topped with ice if you'd be so kind."

"You're perfect, sugar, don't even worry about it," he said assuredly, "Only the really cute ones," he winked playfully, continuing his suave flirtations and oozing effortless confident that covered his true intentions. "You could say that I'm something like a mayor in this town so I ... care a great deal when someone is in distress."