#interaction:cassian

[milkteethss]

johanna decided to name their daughter constance and cassian smiled, tilting his head as he eyed the tiny girl in her arms. "yes," he agreed, his voice soft. "sweet constance, i believe that suits her well enough," he gave her a warm smile, one reserved for only her in their most tender moments. "and you," he said, looking down at the boy in his arms. he held up the baby, observing him at arms length, before giving a slight nod. "you shall be prince johannes," he decreed with a proud smile. cassian knew he wanted to honour his wife in some way - what better than to name their heir after her?

johanna ignored his reaction to breastfeeding their child. she would let a wet nurse take over soon enough, but the first few feedings - she wanted to do herself. she'd done so with castellan as well, but he didn't know that because he'd been so disgusted by the birth of their disabled child.

then, he posed her a question that took her off guard. she got to name their daughter? she looked down at their little girl and wondered what she wanted to name their daughter. castellan wasn't a prevalent name, so she immediately dismissed the likes of Catherine and charlotte. she thought of what she wished for in a daughter, and smiled. "i think constance dorothea would fit her. it would fit with castellan's name, and yours. i want her to be steadfast - know her own mind and be someone people can count on. and dorothea because she's truly a gift from god. she's so angelic... would that name please you, as well?" she asked her husband as she watched him hold their third-born child still.

[undyingss]

open to f/m/nb plot: Cassian is a vampire and the leader of a large coven. His coven welcomes humans who know about vampires and are willing to be fed on. Your muse could be a volunteer or posing as one because they are actually a vampire hunter. 

Sounds of footsteps approaching are like sweet music to the hunger that burns in the back of his throat.  It had been a few days since he’s fed,  which was unusual for a man who held himself to a tight schedule.  Although things have been hectic as of late with a new vampire hunter in town. They were strong enough to kill two of his people, and strong enough to become a problem. When the door opens, he turns and shifts so that he leans against the dark wooden desk in his office.   “You’re a new face.”  A brow quirks as his gaze shamelessly lingers over the person before him. There was little time to admire them or ask questions. Their scent carried through the air and only made his hunger flare up.  “I would ask you about your life’s story, but I’m quite parched.  For now, your name will do. I at least want to know who I am drinking from.”  He gives them a smile, which is meant to be friendly, but since his fangs are forming, it might have looked menacing.  “Come closer.” 

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featuring    ....      @ofbookshelves​       /      based on 

A lifetime of war,    he hardly knows peace.  Violence and heartache had become something that he grew accustomed to over the centuries.  It was the way of life.   Especially the way of life for a beast such as himself.  It is why the air still seems sharp with tension, even when there is no immediate threat.  His muscles are taut and ready to defend.  Surrounded by knowledge and fantasy,   most would want to lose themselves within the pages,   but not him.  He finds himself wanting to stay here in this moment as her delicate fingers begin tracing the white scars along his forearm. The transition from human to something else entirely had made certain things perfect.  He could run faster than one could blink,  could carry a building if he so choose to,  but he could not get rid of the scars.  They were a permanent reminder of all he’s been through. 

If dead heart could beat,  he knows it would be hammering against his ribcage. It is in his instinct to pull away but he fights it.  He stays as still as possible,   becoming a statue for her to admire.  “I’ve never felt such a gentle touch.”  The words are almost whispered, as he didn’t want to ruin the moment.  “I could tell you how I got them, if you want me to. But I must warn you that the story is not a happy or pleasant one.” 

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there were more people in the room than he cared for and cassian looked around, incredulous. "what are you all doing here?" he snapped. "a lady's birthing chamber is a place of sanctity, not a show to be watched," he said, causing a handful of onlookers to flee. once the crowd was more manageable he came over to ethel in the bed. she confirmed that the child was a boy and cassian let out a hearty chuckle. "you are a gem," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her sweaty brow. "a gift from god. prayers shall be said in your name, tapestries sewn with your likeness, the whole country will rejoice," because, although the child had not been born by his queen, cassian had every intention of recognising the child. he ignored ethel's first, more troubling, question, and answered the second. "he shall be cassian fitzroy, of course," he beamed, peeking at the tiny baby in her arms. "he seems to be a wonderful fellow."

a fine layer of sweat glistened on her peach skin, the flush tinting it a faint shade of pink, while damp strands clung to her tear-streaked, exhausted face. the newborn rested in her arms, and she cradled him with a protective tenderness, too fearful to let anyone else touch her child. her parents were present in the chamber, and she wished they weren’t. her father’s euphoria at the thought of her bringing an heir into the world turned her stomach, because to him, that was all that mattered—what this birth meant for their position. the child was a secure investment, but nour knew more, hearing whispered stories around the castle of children murdered or taken far away, raised in ignorance. women like her sent to convents, imprisoned for the rest of their lives. for, despite the king’s favour, she was still just a lady-in-waiting, a member of the court without true standing. but her punishing and fearful thoughts halted the moment she saw him enter the room, his smile brighter than she had ever seen it. " exhausted, your majesty, " murmured, as everyone in the room gazed at the king with a mix of devotion, euphoria, and fear. they knew what the birth of a son implied. " it’s a boy, my lord. your son—a prince. " her voice wavered as she pulled back the blanket to reveal the baby’s face so cassian could see him. " what will we do, cassian? " whispered, her voice a thread meant only for him. " what shall we name him? "

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daisy had been stuck to his side all night. not that this came as a surprise; the moment they'd watched anna enter the ballroom he'd felt the petite blonde tense whilst he relaxed; had heard her breath catch whereas his eased. anna had always had that effect on them, even since their days at school. yet another point of contention for daisy whom, being so good and wholesome and lovely, had been kept far away from their slytherin haunt. there were days cassian doubted he ever would've noticed daisy existed had it not been for the marriage pact made between their parents as soon as they realised just how powerful their offspring were.

but none of that mattered to cassian then, and it certainly didn't stop him from certain... indulgences now, either. he made his excuses, glancing away from the pain in daisy's eyes, and headed up to his office where he knew anna would be waiting. "forgotten about you?" he asked, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "like that would ever happen." he moved around to her side of the desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. "there are sensitive documents in here, you know," he said, tilting his head. "wards are there for a reason."

open starter, do not like ( m: anna black - also available: lily, olivia )

plot: hp / purebIood / sIytherin vibes from this plot., link also in the source.

open to: someone she should not be fooling around with - and yet. any additional connection ideas welcome!

COULD IT REALLY, TRULY, BE CALLED 'breaking & entering' if the wards placed on the door accepted her with more than an eager lick of sweet magic the moment she touched the doorhandle? "lumos." the wave of the dragon's heartstring wand came as naturally as breathing before Anna settled herself comfortably in the large chair behind his desk, mindlessly sending a quick scan of emerald gaze through the papers scattered across the piece of furniture. she discarded them quickly, another flick of a wrist and the lamps in the room turned on to a low hue that set the mood rather nicely. the witch chuckled - the party in the ballroom was still going strong, the guests enjoying the finest of alcohol and food as well as some lovely music but Anna did not come to the ball for either of those things. no, she came with a purpose in mind. her black, form-hugging dress was definitely more than a little bit over the edge of propriety in their society circles but the witch did not care. one look across the room at the handsome man was enough to set the snitch flying. one wink and the game was on. the brunette left the ballrom with a sensual sway to her hips with each new step she took before making her way to the restricted part of the house - where guests did not have access. but she was no regular guest, was she. "i almost thought you'd forgotten about me." Anna taunted, slender pale fingers playing with a feather of a quill within her reach, when the door opened and he stepped in "were the guests keeping you so very busy?"

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cassian let out a heavy breath, as though the weight of the world had eased off his shoulders with the birth of these children. he finally had the heir of his desires. this new daughter would grant him at least one alliance through marriage, and he has castellan in the background. even if johanna was to provide him with no more boys, the line of succession was set. he would have to draw up new laws declaring that the crown would go to the most able bodied, eldest boy, but that was not an issue for now. he could worry about that later.

once johanna had finished expelling the after birth and the midwives had begun to clean her up, cassian came to sit with her. his face was drawn up into a smug smile as he held their son. he glanced over at her nursing their daughter and a shadow passed over his face - surely a queen should not be doing that - but he allowed her for now. "what should you like to name her?" he asked, deciding johanna could have the honour of naming their daughter.

johanna looked at her husband, inspecting the child, and smiled tiredly, before groaning again. the afterbirth. a horrid affair, this giving birth business, she decided. she was glad when her daughter was handed to her and she let the child nurse from one of her breasts as she struggled with the last part of the birth, basking in happiness at her two healthy, though tiny children. she hoped they would thrive.

she looked at cassian's happy face - at least as happy as she'd seen it. "yes, dearest. finally." she told him with a proud smile as well. she too made that child, and finally gave him what he desired. it still hurt that he had needed all those other women and all of those other children to feel like a man... but at least, they now had a proper family and a proper heir. she realized though, that what rested now was to keep him interested despite having that heir. for a while, needing a proper spare would probably keep him interested in her but what after that? she tried not to think too much about that.

[milkteethss]

cassian looked on, his face torn between curiosity and disgust, as johanna expelled another child from her body. his eyes bulged as the infant cried, and it was decreed to be a boy. "give him to me," cassian demanded, deeming himself the only one who could officially say the child was perfectly healthy.

he was handed the child, still hot and slick, and he inspected the body quietly. cassian let out a heavy breath of relief upon finding the child whole, his lungs clearly working by the way he screamed the whole time. he kissed the tiny boy's wet head, closing his eyes. "thank you, god," he murmured upon his brow, then presented the baby to the room with a look of pure pride. "a prince," he announced loudly. "an heir."

johanna was so glad her husband was here to hold her hand and she pushed once more, grunting in agony. everything hurt. she was so tired. she had just done this, how was this happening? "it's almost there, your highness." the healer said and she could feel the baby moving towards the exit.

another wave of pain came and she held onto her husband's hand, before she pushed as hard as she could - this needed to be over. it only took a few more seconds before cries filled the room and she heard an excited squeal from a young healer apprentice: "it's a prince! it's a prince! perfectly healthy!"

johanna could feel happiness fill her and tears ran down her cheeks, holding onto cassian's hand. a son. a healthy son. a proper heir. "thank you, lord." she said, to god - who had finally come through for her.

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johanna started again with the promises of giving him a healthy son in ten months and cassian grit his teeth. "these are promises i've heard before. ones you're already failing to live up to."

the energy in the room seemed to shift and cassian stepped in, toward his wife on the bed. their new baby was whisked away and he looked around the room in shock, trying to understand what was going on. what was crowning?!

johanna reached for his hand and, in the shock of it all, cassian squeezed her hand gently.

she hated the look on his face and so, she averted her eyes. to their child. "don't worry my lord. in ten months, i'll give you a son. a perfectly healthy one." she promised him and winced as the pain she felt intensified.

"i... i think something's wrong." she gasped and a midwife quickly came to take their daughter from her arms as another frowned and felt her stomach. "contractions." she older woman announced and pulled back the sheets unceremoniously. "my lady, i can see it crowning!" she exclaimed and it was only then that johanna realized, this wasn't over.

she looked down and felt another contraction hit, bearing down as she pushed out the head of their third child, reaching out to grab cassian's hand instinctively - squeezing it tightly.

[milkteethss]

cassian came to a screeching halt.

she.

his mind reeled and he felt stuck in place; half way between relief that the child was fully formed and distain for yet another disappointing outcome. either way, his face fell. johanna continued to talk, assuring him of the girl's health, but cassian's brain was already years in the future; at least this girl would be able to be wedded off to another family. she would cement a powerful alliance for them. finally, he spoke.

"a girl." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

johanna looked up as her husband entered the room and her heart did break for him. he'd be so disappointed... once more. "she is perfectly healthy, though small." she told him slowly, deciding to rip the band aid off as she winced at the pain in her abdomen. it was quite fast and intense, but she didn't wish to show that now. now, she needed to try and soothe her husband. "she is not like castellan." she assured him.

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the hours creeped by, painfully slow. it seemed like whole days had passed since he'd seen johanna and then, finally, one of the healers came for him. relief washed over his face, and cassian darted up to johanna's room. he took the stairs three at a time and arrived, face flushed, full to bursting with life, into the room. "how is he?" he asked immediately, a grin on his face as he found johanna in the bed. "he was eager to get here, perhaps a little too early. this hasn't caused any issues, has it?" he asked, glancing between johanna and the midwife.

hours of pain and agony followed. they were excruciating as they had been the first time. she was a sweaty mess and she had heard the women whisper about the state in which she was about to give birth, right after intercourse - a shameful thing for a pregnant woman. it was humiliating but she soon forgot that with another contraction.

after hours of torture, a loud scream of her was then followed by the crying of a baby. she eagerly looked down and her heart broke. a girl. not the son he had wanted. "no... no god, no." she pleaded, as the women all grew quiet. she was handed her daughter anyway and she wanted to be happy, because she was perfect. yet she knew this may very well be the end of her marriage. "don't tell him. not yet." she asked and she took a few minutes to think of what to say. this was proof she could carry healthy children to term. their daughter was healthy. not malformed.

"i'm ready. get my husband." she softly whispered as she nursed her second child and tried to feel happiness instead of dread. the fact that her stomach was still hurting somewhat, in a very different way than with the previous after birth was something she seemingly ignored. it didn't matter now. nothing did still.

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johanna asked him to stay and his face registered shock. "johanna," he said, shaking his head. "i cannot, you know this. it is improper for a man to be at the birth. men should never see a woman so... dispositioned." he told her, grimacing at the thought. as soon as he heard the clamour of people outside the chamber he looked back at her. clearly he wanted to stay, but everything in him told him to go. "i will see you soon," he promised her. "you and our son." cassian nodded as the room became filled with people to help the queen deliver safely, and he slipped out in the chaos.

johanna was worried but if one thing was true, it was that when this started - they'd have to see it through. she groaned as she moved herself upon the bed and onto her back. she would be in for hours of pain. "cassian," she pleaded after he got help. "would you stay?" she asked, her eyes pleading for his support. "if only for a short while." she added and reached out her hand for him, fear in her heart as to what may come. anything other than a perfect son would not do. what if she couldn't meet that standard?

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he was still moving languidly, basking in the afterglow, when johanna spoke. "what?" he questioned her, his face a picture of disbelief. he pulled out of her, quickly tucking himself back into his breeches, and stared at her for a moment. "our boy?" he asked, gaze flickering to her belly. "he comes so soon?" he asked, before running out to the hallway and calling for guards to bring the midwife and the healers.

johanna actually screamed when she fell over the edge painfully once more. her cunt was sore and clenching down on him as he was still moving inside of her hurt in the best way. she felt him throb inside of her and sobbed in exhaustion. "my king..." she breathed. "oh, thank you..." she breathed, exhausted as she held herself up shakily.

she was sure the tightening in her stomach was because of her orgasm, until it started to build. oh no. one hand went to her stomach, as her husband was still inside of her. "cassian, i-it... it's starting, i think." she announced as she winced and then groaned as a contraction hit. it was early. maybe they were too rough. fear filled her chest. "g-get the midwife." she said, embarrassed at how she'd find her. fucked and filled.

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she kept moaning beneath him and cassian could only laugh. whores could fake it - that was their whole job - but he knew that this was truly johanna, that it was not some air she was putting on for him. she really was this depraved. and he loved it. she begged him to make her suffer and the words were just enough to finish him. he groaned loudly, seating himself fully inside her as he released. his hips spasmed against her ass with each spurt of come, his cock twitching inside of her as he tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he let his orgasm wash over him.

his laughter made her groan and she felt her big belly swing underneath her at his hard thrusts. she felt dirty and used and good. "please, oh, please." she begged, wishing for nothing more. "i always want you my lord, and your glorious cock." she managed to croak out with his hand still around her throat. "never stop. please. more... m-make me... s-suffer." she was almost delirious now as her pleasure kept mounting. this man did things to her she couldn't comprehend, and she didn't know what was wrong with her that she craved it so much.

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he laughed as his hand around her throat seemed to be the thing that broke her, and he felt her clenching around him. "oh, that cunt knows just how to squeeze my cock," cassian mused as he bit into the thick muscle of her shoulder. the sounds of her wetness filled the room and that alone had shivers running up his back. she asked him not to stop and cassian growled. "it seems i should be mounting you more often, wife," he hummed. "i have neglected my most prized whore."

johanna gasped as he pulled her hair and she knew that he'd be able to make her finish over and over again like this. the burning in her scalp and between her legs made her moan in pleasure, "yes, y-yes..." she choked out before her own orgasm surprised her and she clenched down around his cock. the air supply being cut off only fueling her release. she felt her wetness drip down her thighs. "don't s-stop, pl-please." she begged, though knowing she'd accept it if he came and kept her wishing for more. she ached to hurt underneath him, feel owned by him. if she could not be loved, then she wished to be fully his - even if it was in submission.

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her plea for him to hurt her did not shock him, not after hearing it before, but it was always a nice surprise when she asked for it. with his wicked temper, he never had a problem with laying hands on someone - even if that someone was his wife. cassian chuckled, grasping her rump roughly before yanking back on her golden curls. he pulled her head up from the mattress as he jackknifed in the middle, folding his body over hers as he pounded into her. "you want to hurt?" he growled as his other hand moved, snaking up her body before wrapping around her throat, cutting off her air supply suddenly.

the pain was delicious to her. it was a twisted something, that she enjoyed feeling it burn between her legs as he entered her roughly. she'd missed his selfish nature in bed. she missed him doing perverted things to her. the words did little to steer of her orgasm and she didn't want it to. the image of him doing that in front of her made moan and she knew she was so very close. "hurt me." she sobbed, knowing that if he laid his hands on her backside, or pulled her hair, she'd come undone. it was something that had shocked her when she discovered that she liked it, but now there was no shame left. not this close to coming.

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cassian rose one of his feet to brace himself against the bed, slamming into her roughly. he was past caring about her pleasure, he was chasing his own orgasm which was looming. johanna begged for more and he smirked again. "perhaps next time you are bathing i shall call maggie norfolk in. you can watch me bend her over, watch how she cries when my cock enters her, listen to her say how good it feels so carry the king's seed inside her. you can touch yourself as i line up all your ladies and fill them all."

johanna clenched around his cock as he called her a whore. when he called her names, it always did magnificent yet embarrassing things to her. "yours." she choked out and then moaned as he described what he did to the other women. she could hear how wet she was - the sound was loud in the room. the image of him doing that to those gorgeous women, women she had often looked at as well, made her moan louder. "more." she begged, more words, more pleasure. "please."