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It wasn't his business exactly, given that it had happened before he was in his post, but Aneirin had heard plenty about Seth's complaint about his working conditions. As little time as Aneirin had for Rhys, he, as frustrated as he would have been himself with Roland's interruptions, there was something that unsettled him about the matter. Looking at Seth now, his smug expression, the over-familiarity of his tone, made Aneirin's fangs itch. If the rest of the council felt that Seth was entirely under their control, Aneirin thought them mistaken. He knew a trouble maker when he saw one.

"Would you consider that your business?" He asked, his face entirely neutral but for a singular raised eyebrow as he studied Seth's expression. The female face was perhaps a little harder to read, unused to it as Aneirin was. "I would imagine that magical consultancy is quite lucrative during this sort of event. You would have a vested interest in seeing as much chaos as possible." He held a hand out for the amulet.

Seth smirked a little, not surprised by Aneirin's request. He might work for them, but the tribrid didn't like most councilmen purely on principle. Ironic, considering witches were notorious for siding with them. Perhaps it was the latent faerie blood in him that generated that conflict. Or more likely it was the fact he spent years enslaved himself and the council didn't do jack shit when Raiden killed his former claim Shade. Or the fact he knew how many on the council liked to abuse their power because their egos were too fat. Could be any or all of the above really. He'd maintain enough politeness and professionalism during his working hours so long as they continued signing his paychecks, however. He didn't have to like them to recognize staying on their good side kept his freedom secure.

"Right away, councilman," he said in his perfected albeit a bit dry "customer service" voice. He smirked a little. "Let me guess, a few non-vamps took advantage of the chaos on you?" It was a recurring theme for Spring Mischief, people using the fairly harmless magic to escalate grudges. He dug around in his desk drawer for an amulet and only needed a few more seconds to cast the magic negation enchantment.

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Aneirin continued to study Briar's face for a long moment after he answered. There was something so delicious about these fragile little things that ended up in the Undercroft, how scandalised and terrified they were by even the mildest of threats. It made a change from all the hardened fighters and criminals they had been collecting recently. Aneirin put the cage down on the coffee table and sat himself back down on the sofa.

Slowly, purposefully, he dragged down the zipper on his jeans and pulled his cock free of its fabric confines, hard and wanting. He patted his thigh, his gaze fixed on Briar's humiliated expression. "Up, then. Take your seat. You did choose it."

"N-No, I am! I am sorry, I am, i'm so sor-" He was cut off as his hair was grabbed and jerked back, hissing through his teeth from the stinging on his scalp. In one quick blink his shirt was gone and he had to a take a second to process that fact, fighting off the unwanted wave of heat that seeped into him from the action. He cringed at the idea of coming in a cage, not able to answer before he was being pushed onto the floor with a quiet grunt.

He pushed himself up, curious dark eyes watching the master as he wandered across the room to search for something. His eyes instantly widened like saucers at the sight of the pink cage, cheeks heating up, embarrassed just from the idea of wearing it. He shook his head slowly, shoulders slumping as he finally gave up trying to convince him to just let him leave. ".. Not that.. please," He finally chose, eyes averting away in shame.

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Aneirin had an innate sense of fairness, at least when it came to those he perceived as equals. If he was going to enjoy Kell for the next forty-eight hours, it was only fair that Tiernan, his equal on the council, enjoyed his own slave - an equivalent exchange. As possessive as he could be over Dair, this situation was unfortunate and unavoidable. At least he respected Tiernan and wasn't leaving his boy with someone as violent and deranged as Raiden, or Raphael. He could trust he would get his slave back in one piece.

"Good boy," he petted Kell's hair beneath the table, dragging the slaves own hand up as he did so. Kell was well practiced at this, and usually so well behaved. It seemed Kell's own protective streak over his nephew was the source of his unusual display of defiance and attitude. Aneirin sighed, let his hips roll up into Kell's mouth. "This is much more like your usual self. You can keep me warm while I finish this off. I won't be long." He clicked his pen, starting up on the draft bill again. He was in no rush to pursue his orgasm - it would take him another fifteen minutes or so before he was ready to enjoy Kell properly.

Kell's lips parted for a second in surprise, though it was quickly replaced with annoyance at that announcement. Of course. He should have realized that Aneirin would have reached out to Tiernan about this, but he hadn't expected the man to so easily offer up Dair for punishment if Kell did something to annoy him. The human exhaled softly, his jaw stiffening before he sighed. "Fine. I'll try and be on my best behavior, then."

Which was why he let the councilman maneuver him under the desk, the slave settling between Aneirin's legs. He flicked a briefly annoyed look up at him and then moved to start undoing the man's pants -- not really an easy task with one wrist bound to the master, but it still didn't take Kell long. He tugged them down just enough to free the vampire's cock, moving his free hand to curl his fingers around it. Kell stroked him a few times and then moved closer, taking just the head between his lips for now, his tongue teasing for a few seconds at the slit before he began to bob his head.

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"I don't believe that you are, Briar. I think you'd do it again the moment that you had the chance." Aneirin took a fistful of Briar's hair and yanked his head back until his back arched. The boy still had his shirt on. That wouldn't do. Aneirin tore it away from his body in one swift yank, the fabric coming away in ribbons. "Stop your silliness now. Choose, or I will do both. Believe me, you can most certainly come in a cock cage. It isn't pleasant."

He pushed Briar off his lap and onto the floor, striding across the room so that he could look in the drawers. Ordinarily, toys belonged in the bedroom, but he had enough guests that displeased him in this particular way that the chastity cages had moved to live in his sideboard. He fished one out, baby pink and hard plastic. He dangled it in front of Briar's face. "What's it to be, Imp?"

The seelie let out a shriek of pain as the master bent his fingers back, the sickening crack not only audible but it echoed throughout Briar's hand and arm. As soon as his hand was released he was pulling it back to his chest, already healed and yet he cradled it like it was shattered into pieces. He was not built for the pain brought on by this castle and the masters it held. "I-I was- i'm sorry," He whimpered, blinking away more tears clouding his vision.

He hiccuped, body jerking slightly as his thumb pressed mercilessly against his dry rim, head shaking and eyes squeezing shut as he pushed inside. The combination of lack of lube and the way the fae's body was tensed made it ten times worse, almost thankful he had pulled back and at least spit instead of continuing on like that.

His question had Briar peaking back at him over his shoulder as if he was crazy. What kind of decision was that? To pick either humiliation and a lack of control, or giving up his body for practically the same thing? "N-Neither, please," He tried to plead through a choked up sob, "I'm sorry, I just want to go, please, you could just let me go."

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After Gareth's tomfoolery, followed swiftly by Dair's, Aneirin had decided he'd had quite enough of this mischief people seemed intent on getting up to. Why the Council allowed it was beyond him - if he thought a motion to ban the practice would pass he'd have timetabled it in a heartbeat. As it was, the best he could do was get his hands on one of those blasted amulets to see him through to the end. It couldn't do anything about the lingering effects of Briar's spells, but he was sure he could handle a few more hours without being able to cum. He did pride himself on his self control after all.

Seeing a woman in Harper's office startled him at first, before he realised it was Seth himself. Aneirin had had some dealings with him in the past, various things for the Council, but had never stuck around long enough for a proper conversation. "An amulet, please. I grow weary of this castle's nonsense."

Seth sat in his office wearing a black dress, leather jacket, and knee high boots that fit his feminine form far better than any of the already oversized outfits in his closet. Unfortunately, Spring Mischief didn't mean the tribrid could be all fun and no play, especially since he was the only magic consultant available in the castle. And plenty of people, both old and new to Krovs, had questions along with the need to buy wands or amulets. Great way to earn some overtime, actually.

His door was open for anyone to walk in, which was inevitably at any point any day during Spring Mischief. He was scrolling aimlessly through his phone on Instagram when someone walked in, Seth lowering his phone as he looked up at his client or guest. "How can I help you today?" he asked, putting on his best "customer service" smile. "Do you need a wand, amulet, advice on how best to get your Spring Mischief revenge on someone? Or none or all of the above?"

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As much as Aneirin felt this entire arrangement was improper, as much as he pulled back against the lead to the extent that the spell would allow him, there was something delicious about it. Since Magnai had first suggested it, Aneirin's deepest fantasies had been filled with images of himself as a slave. Wearing a collar. A leash. BY the time they arrived in the bedroom, his cock was swelling int he confines of his trousers.

Still, he made a great show of huffing as he sank to his knees in front of his slave, his face set in a glower as he pulled Dair's cock out of his pants. "Is this what you've been dreaming of all this time, Dair? The chance to have me at your beck and call? I'm flattered." His tongue lathed against the head before he let his mouth drop open to suck on the tip, tentative, reluctant. "If you just wanted your little cock sucking you only needed to ask." It wasn't little, not really, but Aneirin attached the epithet to everything about Dair, his little Dair.

The thought of being filled from both ends on a fucking machine almost sounded like fun, until he thought about just how long it would be if he was put on it for a whole day. Perhaps the punishment wouldn't be worth it, but Alasdair had his master there in front of him as his slave, and that was one of the best scenarios he could've hoped for. "Maybe, maybe not," he purred, weighing up his options but not giving much away.

The piercings definitely tracked as a Gwyn thing, but still, his master would likely benefit from them too. "Yeah, well, now you can try 'em out," he murmured, showing Aneirin the stud in his tongue before smirking. "But first.. time to test out what it's like having you as my slave," he added with a little grin, pulling Aneirin along by his collar and lead towards his bedroom. "How about you get on your knees and suck my dick."

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Aneirin placed his hand firmly back in Kell's hair, an eyebrow raised. "Your master has given me permission to do with you as I see fit for the duration of this spell - and he will be allowed to treat Dair equally. So I would suggest that if you have any love for your nephew, you try your best to avoid punishment."

He pushed Kell down under the desk, urging him between his legs. He was finding the mischief really rather stressful, and was in need of relief. "You've been here so many years, Kell. I'm sure you know what's expected of you. I wouldn't want to give a bad report to Tiernan."

The human stiffened up at first, not easily letting Aneirin drag him across the floor. Of course, it was a losing battle, considering how much stronger the vampire was than him and Kell grumbled as he settled a shoulder against the master's chair. A soft sigh escaped him, not exactly wanting to kneel there for however long it took Aneirin to finish his paperwork. The slave had just started to zone out when the master began to pet his hair, a low growl escaping Kell as he moved to yank Aneirin's hand away.

"I'd really prefer to not know what you get up to with my nephew, thank you." Kell said stiffly, narrowing his eyes up at Aneirin. "The less I know, the easier this is going to be for both of us."

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"Sophia, yes. She is the other half of me. I miss her more than you could possibly imagine. I miss who I am when I am with her." It was true. Aneirin felt his worst self in Krovs, impatient, hungry, sweeping up crumbs under the council table. They did not take him seriously, as their youngest member. "Of course you're not her. I don't want to replace her."

Aneirin's gaze was glassy, distant for a moment, as if he were about to cry, but then it dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. "I never had a younger brother. It was I who was the second son." That was why he'd tried so hard to be useful - he'd always been the spare. But then Gwyn was very good at playing the irritating younger sibling. "You're certainly very irritating. I don't appreciate being made to share." His mouth twisted into a thin line again, looking away from Gwyn, though he was undeniably hard in his trousers now. There was nothing so humiliating as being forced to lay all of his feelings bare.

There, now Aneirin was looking at him. Gwyn beamed in response, even if the words that came from the elder weren't exactly the cheeriest. He wasn't even sure where the nickname had slipped from, had he heard someone use it before? The reaction made it seem right. "Your lady wife? Is that who you mean? I can't think of a single other 'her'." Gwyn cocked his head up at the other vampire, the kicked-puppy expression on Aneirin's face, putting on a small pout of his own. "Isn't that a good thing if I say what she says? You miss her, don't you?"

Gwyn could feel a strange sympathy for that. He had no partner in Aneirin's manner, but he knew what it was to long for people. "I'm not Sophia, precious, you know that." His thumbs pet over Aneirin's cheeks, a curious look lingering in Gwyn's eyes. "I do adore you though. No matter the silly little things you say to try and hurt me. I'm not your wife, but I'm - your brother, aren't I?" A little grin flickered over his face, marvelously entertained by the notion with it's absurdity, the faint taboo. Gwyn was stubborn, quick to be affectionate, needing very little but the notion that it was right to like someone to like them after all. "I want us to be close, you know. I want you to adore me. I'm not going to stop trying to figure you out, either."

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"I seem to recall you were rather upset last time. Maybe this time you won't get a choice at all. It'll be the pink frilly dress I keep for tough men like you. There's matching knickers." Aneirin's voice was low, growling, his arms folded indignantly. "I don't think you have the imagination. You certainly don't when it comes to punishing your own slaves."

"What, are you going to use needles on me again? Or a paddle? The horror." Gareth drawled, chuckling and withdrawing his hand when Aneirin smacked it. Apparently this was more frustrating to the councilman than the aswang had realized it would be. "Oh, I don't know about that, pudding. I think we could add on even more spells -- I do have a few of those wands sitting around. We could make things real fun."

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Quite unwittingly, Briar was giving Aneirin the thing he desired most - tears, humiliation. He was so easily upset that it delighted Aneirin, though he doubted that state of being would last long in Krovs. Even true cry babies hardened to low level pain eventually. Still, he would enjoy it while he could. He took hold of Briar's hand, bent the fingers back unnaturally, enjoying the cracking sound. No doubt it would heal almost instantly, but the pain was punishment enough. "You are a slave, Briar. You cannot deny me."

His thumb returned to Briar's hole, pressing against it insistently, then sinking in. It wasn't easy going dry. After a moment, Aneirin pulled back and spat on Briar so he would have something to slick the way. "Or perhaps I'll give you all the orgasms I can't have? Perhaps I'll sit you on my cock and not let you off until the spell wears off?" He grinned, slapping a hand over Briar's red bottom. "Choose. Which is it to be, imp? Chastity or abundance?"

He wasn't given a single moment to breath, the belt lashing out across across soft skin over and over until finally he heard the belt thump onto the ground off to the side. A choked sob left him as he blinked tears from his eyes, clearing his blurry vision with the time he had before whatever other cruel punishment the master had in mind happened. He hissed sharply as he pushed against the dark bruising, body jerking forward in an attempt to escape it.

"I am sorry! I am!" He tried to defend himself, sucking in a sharp breath as his hand slipped to brush over his rim. He instinctively reached back to stop him, quickly pulling his hand back before he could though, too fearful of the consequences if he did. He threat wasn't all that threatening to Briar, a chastity belt would make his life a whole lot easier in this place to be fair. "Please.. I said I was sorry, I really am."

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Aneirin's phone buzzed with Tiernan's reply, letting him know he had free reign to do with Kell as he saw fit. He maintained his poker face, yanking Kell across the carpet so that he sat at a more comfortable distance. For several minutes, Aneirin was absorbed in his work, swapping between his ballpoint and a yellow highlighter. When he was finished with it, he turned his attention back to Kell.

"You know, you could be doing something useful whilst you're down there." He raised his cuffed hand to pet through Kell's hair, which had the amusing side-effect of making the human's hand stroke against his own cheek. "I'm sure Dair would have leapt at the opportunity. I do think I picked the better Bishop."

Kell simply looked right back at Aneirin, the human's expression equally unamused. The rational part of the slave knew that it would be smarter to watch himself around the master -- not only did he own Dair, but he also had Tiernan a phone call away -- but he was struggling with it. He'd heard enough from his nephew to be vaguely displeased with the vampire beside him. The younger man's eyes narrowed at the sarcastic question. "You would think you'd have at least one extra chair here." Kell snarked right back, frowning as Aneirin reached for his phone and started texting.

He huffed out a soft sigh, glancing around them briefly. It was tempting to try and just drag Aneirin off his chair to go grab one for himself, not inclined to kneel, but Kell knew that the master was stronger than he was. So he moved to the point of straining the chain around their wrists, kneeling as far away from Aneirin as he could.

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Body Mod: Sheep head and cow udders for tits (from Gareth 🖕)

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Without hesitating, Aneirin smacked Gareth's hand away. He had no right to touch him and bargaining was beneath him. If he had to endure this tomfoolery then he would, like the man, like the statesman he was. "Do your worst while you can. I assure you I am incredibly creative when it comes to punishments." He sat himself down in an armchair defiantly. "You'll soon get bored."

Gareth had already accepted that he was going to pay for this at some point. Probably in the very near future -- but that was something to worry about when it happened. Besides, he wasn't too concerned about what the older master could do to him. "Believe me, bucko, I can still be plenty annoying without my mouth." He smirked, strolling closer to Aneirin and grasping the man's chin to make the councilman look at him. "You know, you're not giving me a whole lot of reasons to not make you just continually cum for the next few hours. Not even trying to bargain. I'm disappointed."

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Even with Briar crying, Aneirin's anger wasn't calmed. He brought the belt down a dozen more times before he cast it aside so he could examine the bruising blossoming on Briar's arsecheeks like thunderclouds across a clear sky. They'd heal in a minute or two, especially with the collar's power dampening effects currently inactive, so Aneirin would have to enjoy them while he could. He dug his thumb into the darkest patch, cruelly.

"It would have been prudent for you to do some research into the people who reside in this castle before you started irritating them. But then you wretched little imps have no sense of patience or diligence. You're almost as bad as Gwyn. I don't believe for a second that you're really sorry, or that you've learnt your lesson." His fingers dipped between Briar's arsecheeks, grazing over Briar's hole. "I could lock you up in a chastity belt, seeing as you're so keen to inflict that punishment on someone else."

"Shit!" Briar cursed as the belt landed on his bare ass, hands snatching away from the impact so his fingers didn't get caught. With each new hit the faerie was crying out and whimpering, reaching onto the nearest thing to grab, one hand gripping the edge of the seat and the other covering his mouth to muffle his noises. He wasn't exactly new to spanking per say, but this was a whole new level that the seelie wasn't prepared for.

It wasn't long before tears formed in his dark eyes, face red from the pain and embarrassment of it all. His words mostly went in one ear and out the other, his mind too cloudy to really process what he was saying. The hand covering his mouth dropped as the master reached for his face, eyes squeezing shut causing the tears pooling to finally fall. "I'm sorry, I understand, i'm sorry, please stop," He begged, his knuckled turning white from how hard he was gripping the seat.

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Nye. Instantly, Aneirin's head twisted back to Gwyn, however shied away his gaze had been before. No one called him that here. No one called him that outside of Wales, not even Roland, who still thought the Welsh was ugly and clunky. Not even Roland knew him, truly. It felt like a part of himself was suffocating here, a part of him that only Sophia saw. Only she called him that. Gwyn had no right to his real name and yet what washed over Aneirin wasn't anger but relief.

"You sound like her. It frightens me." Sophia frightened him, with the feelings she provoked. It had been awful, those first few decades of marriage, the rage, the childish hair pulling... And then the fierce protectiveness, the adoration. "You say what she would say." He didn't know himself, not really. He always needed someone else to do that for him, and try as hard as he might, Roland had proved he couldn't. He didn't jerk away from Gwyn's touch this time, his expression softer, wounded, almost.

As one-track minded as Gwyn was even without a lust spell urging him on, the sith couldn't help but pick up the very real edge of unhappiness in Aneirin's voice, merely resting his cheek against the other's hip for moment, though his fingers kept to their meandering up and down the councilman's thigh. "You can't control everything, Nye," Gwyn huffed, a fond but exasperated little puff of air against Aneirin's bare skin, "And you definitely can't understand it all either. I don't know why you'd want to, sweetheart. How am I going to replace you with Roland when we're so different you and I, hm?"

It all seemed so obvious to the sith, he couldn't wrap his mind around Aneirin's fretting. The other's final admittance had Gwyn humming in thought, trying to quiet the heat under his skin long enough to make a bit of sense of things by rubbing his face against the elder, nails digging in slightly. "Stubborn man. Do you need me to tell you what you want?" Gwyn queried finally, tipping his chin up to look at Aneirin again, pushing up from his crouch, "Or we could find out together..." He grinned inexhaustibly, leaning in closer as he took Aneirin's face in his hands and forced the councilman to look at him again, "I rather like the thought of you not in control."

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Aneirin paused and looked up from his document. His expression was unamused, bored, already, of having to deal with another person when he wanted to work. “Do you see another chair? Use your eyes. I’m sure they work.” There were plenty of other chairs strewn around the apartment but Aneirin was not in the mood to go and fetch one, certainly not in response to disobedience and backchat.

He reached for his phone and fired off a quick message to Tiernan, just to check what permissions would be granted to him while he and Kell remained in such close, forced proximity. He was more than happy to exchange in kind with Dair. “I’m starting to see where my boy gets that bratty streak from. Let’s put it this way. If you can go over there and fetch the chair for yourself, you may bring it here to sit on it. But I won’t be going anywhere. So I do think you’ll be more comfortable kneeling.”

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"Well, I have business to attend to, so you're just going to have to sit quietly while I get my paperwork done. You can handle that, can't you Kell? I'll send my apologies to your master. Perhaps he's ended up tied to my lovely little Dair." Aneirin shrugged his shoulders and yanked Kell towards his desk. He sat himself down in the chair, fortunate that it was his left hand that had been cuffed to Kell's right. At least writing wouldn't be too much of an issue.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to kneel. You're familiar with that position, aren't you?" Already his attention was on a draft piece of legislation, striking through items that he didn't like or weren't workable.

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"Well, I have business to attend to, so you're just going to have to sit quietly while I get my paperwork done. You can handle that, can't you Kell? I'll send my apologies to your master. Perhaps he's ended up tied to my lovely little Dair." Aneirin shrugged his shoulders and yanked Kell towards his desk. He sat himself down in the chair, fortunate that it was his left hand that had been cuffed to Kell's right. At least writing wouldn't be too much of an issue.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to kneel. You're familiar with that position, aren't you?" Already his attention was on a draft piece of legislation, striking through items that he didn't like or weren't workable.