icebird-khion

[icebird-khion]

"I've barely started," Khion mumbled, mostly to himself in retort. He didn't know what Raiden wanted and that in itself was nerve-wracking alone when he knew how the tribrid liked to fuck. He wouldn't consider himself perfectly vanilla per se, but he also wasn't as freaky as some other supernaturals with a masochistic streak that teetered dangerously on the lines of snuff. He wasn't out here reminding himself he was alive by getting so close to death before the accelerated healing kicked in. Nah, he was fine with rough sex, some bondage, exhibitionism, and whatever he and Noel got up to.

A few more strokes and he removed his hand so he could unbutton his dress shirt. The thing was barely opened when that question sent a chill ironically enough up the pamola's spine. He flicked his gaze back to meet Raiden's, silent for a beat as he considered the best answer here. "Yes" meant "yes" and so did "no." He let out a slow breath trying to relax when he was quite literally sitting in the lap of the beast he expected to pounce. "Sure. Your turn."

Raiden was willing to let Khion have some leeway. It was a long game he was playing anyway. He'd thought himself clever with Lucien and that didn't turn out exactly how he wanted. He got where he wanted eventually, but not without a learning curve. Power got a lot of shit and let him get away with a lot more shit, but he knew where he was lacking and what could be fall him should he make the wrong enemy. So as much as he wanted to tear Khion to pieces and fuck a few of those pieces that wasn't in the cards so he sat patiently as the other took out his cock. At least he didn't fumble, he'd give him that. Raiden tried not to look as unamused as he was feeling.

"Didn't realize you were so vanilla." Raiden leaned back. "I'm sure it'll get there eventually." Raiden liked a bit more to his sexual encounters than a hand on his cock. Blood, force, something less basic. "My turn?"

[icebird-khion]

"Lord... Vadar, ah––" Khion cried out. He fell over the edge with Raiden's punishing thrusts taking him down with him. Stars blinded his vision just before those blue eyes rolled back under fluttering lids, his head lolling back and neck exposed. He writhed and bucked in time with his savior's rhythm, grunting, moaning, and whimpering throughout the crashing waves.

Time dragged on longer in Khion's mind than in reality before it all stopped, the intensity dulling to blissful euphoria enough he could focus again. He laid beneath the larger, chest heaving with labored breaths as his eyes flickered over those features. "Thank you," he finally said once he found the ability. The pamola licked at his bottom lip, properly met Raiden's gaze again. "Thank you, Lord Vadar, for giving me the skills to survive."

Raiden fucked the other harder mostly because of the name that was dropped. "Vader." He corrected, "Lord Vader," because Anakin was dead at this point. Killed by all the things in the past that couldn't be undone Ahsoka included, though she may have been one of his greatest successes. His pace grew erratic as he got closer, and the psychotic nerd was soon filling the Togruta with all of his seed fucking it deep into his former padawan until he had nothing left.

[icebird-khion]

Khion's eyes grew large from the sudden shift in position, almost not expecting Gabriel to be capable of such manhandling or strength flipping him as easily as a pancake in a skillet. He should know firsthand not to judge one's capabilities based on size, many supernaturals able to hide their talents underneath a lean physique or a youthful face. Hard to remember this gorgeous and enticing man was a half incubus warlock. Actually that demon half made a lot of sense...

"Mm, yes, sir," the pamola all but purred, never one to refuse a man who knew what he wanted. Especially when that object of desire happened to be himself. Any marks left behind on his neck from Gabriel were long gone thanks to accelerated healing, that clearly shown as he rolled up onto all fours in very few, sensual movements highlighting the muscles in his back and shoulders, his ass right on display for Gabriel's taking. He cocked his head, watching the pretty warlock behind him over his shoulder. "Is this how you like it?"

Gabriel dove down on the exposed skin of Khion’s neck, biting and kissing until a dark red mark appeared on that pale, unblemished skin. The pamola's sexual energy was cold and almost sweet on his tongue, and he would make sure to savor every last bit of it that he could. “Why am I not surprised that you are a verse too, Khion?” He purred against those cool, parted lips, nibbling at them at the sound of that remark that sounded so much like a challenge. Gabriel’s favorite kind of challenge, to be precise. “Although we will have to see if that’s true. Since you know about my family, mon cheri, I’m sure you realize how… demanding being with a man like me can be.” He mused as Khion decided to take the initiative and mimic what Gabriel was doing to him. There was something exquisite about just being there, kissing and masturbating each other, driving their arousal through the roof until they couldn’t take it anymore. The half-incubus could feel himself shiver with every stroke of Khion’s hand, and, in response, he jerked him off faster and stronger while their lips crashed on and on, like waves on a shore.

As amazing as that felt, Gabriel was not about to waste an orgasm—even though he hoped that meet-cute would lead to multiple of those—on a schoolboy fantasy. He wanted to take that game further, in any way the pamola was willing to do alongside him. He moved their bodies with swift agility, using just a bit of his supernatural strength to flip the pamola until he belly flopped on the mattress. “Why don’t you bend over on your hands and knees? I’ll make it worth your while if you trust me.” He asked with a smirk as he positioned himself on top of Khion and started kissing him from behind. His cock was already wet with precum, but he wanted to make sure that Khion’s body was ready to receive him before he started fucking that beautiful ass of his.

[icebird-khion]

"Would they really? Given where we are?" Khion asked coyly, his grin turning devilish as the gleam in his eyes. He doubted the staff would mind if they started going at it in a minute or two, seemed par for the course in a sex slave castle. Surely these bartenders saw worse things than whatever he and Merek might get up to.

The drinks they'd each ordered earlier arrived and Khion took a sip of his. "How about we at least finish this first round before we get to the action," he suggested. "You can tell me about all the things you'd like to do together first, build up some anticipation."

"Flatterer." Merek said with a laugh, but there was a small smile on his lips as he looked back at the other man. Though they had never officially met before now, the pyromancer was very aware of the man sitting next to him. Khion was hard to miss, standing out easily in a crowd, and Merek had always meant to introduce himself but had always been far too distracted at parties to do so. Better late than never, of course, and his smile widened at the question. He did love a man who didn't beat around the bush. "Far better now that we've gotten the chance to meet. There are quite a few things I think you could do to make my night even better, though the staff here might frown if we started right here and now."

[icebird-khion]

One more sharp cry of surprise escaped Khion when his sense of gravity shifted, he now laying underneath Hunter plowing him into the plush sofa. No complaints about that honestly. He grunted and groaned against the younger's mouth with every thrust cheering his orgasm on, the pamola bucking and writhing beneath the taller man until everything inevitably came to an end.

He broke away from the kiss then and lolled his head back against the cushions, his chest heaved with labored breaths leaving parted lips. "Wow," he finally breathed out, a hazy smile pulling at his lips. "I'm sorry we haven't met sooner."

The vampire loved a bit of exhibitionism, loved putting on a show whenever he was fucking some pretty slut, and having Khion bouncing like a whore on his cock was no exception. He caught the hungry look in the eyes of their viewers as his teeth punctured the pamola's skin, holding the back of Khion's neck so he could feed nice and deep. He growled when he heard Khion's little cry of release, fucking up into that tight heat to work the pamola through his orgasm before pulling back slightly to quickly change their positions. Once he had Khion on his back against the sofa, Hunter drove his cock in and out of his spasming hole, pressing as deep as he could as he finally felt that tight coil of pleasure forming. With another growl, he captured Khion's lips in a hungry, rough kiss, burying his cock deep as his orgasm hit, fucking his cum into the other's pliant body beneath him.

[icebird-khion]

"I've bumped into him once or twice," Khion replied. That was putting it mildly, the two birds getting up to genuine bumping and grinding during heat week. Might've been once, might've been twice; Khion couldn't remember more than he knew that he and the thunderbird fucked. He wasn't a big library person but he wasn't immune to gossip be it from Noel or Gwyn about the going-ons in the castle. "Heard that bird flew the coop a while back. Seems like you're too late for that. Though I'm sure you can still look at books. The library's in the other direction, I can take you since you really shouldn't be up here without an escort."

Soren's nose wrinkled but he didn't bother correcting him, huffing out a quiet sigh instead. The nickname was better than his actual name, at the end of the day. There'd always been a touch of immaturity to Taliesin's friend in his older brother's eyes, maybe part of the whole ageless supernatural schtick. God knew Khion could probably come up with a twist on 'Soren' too easy as breathing, given the chance.

There was some kind of joke he definitely wasn't in on written all across Khion's face and Soren tried to make himself look vague and polite, still scrambling internally to gauge just how much the other knew or cared. "I imagine not. Still, small town. Everyone seems to know each other somehow." He couldn't totally keep the trepidation out of his voice at that notion. The world seemed far too small within the village's borders.

Soren was actually ready for that question though. "Librarian. You know Mateo? We were chatting over drinks a while back and I promised to come visit him and take a look at the books someday. Never got around to it until now." Sure, the thunderbird was long gone, but 'Ravi' didn't know that. Ravi was too lost in his work to keep track of much going in the castle. Ravi wasn't the one dutifully trotting up the hill at the whims of Stigr fucking Anselm when he should've been home feeding his brother's cat.

[icebird-khion]

"Cruel bastard," Khion repeated with a contented sigh, feeling much better and relaxed now that he was full of Stigr. He shifted and rolled his hips slightly, testing the different sensations down there in this female body, it not unfamiliar but certainly more sensitive. Perhaps that was also the spell affecting him. "You'll need to make sure you order for us," he instructed Stigr with as stern of a look as he could muster. He expected the server would come by again any moment and Khion's appetite wouldn't be disturbed by, well, another appetite.

Now used to the feeling of having a cock up his cunt the pamola held on fast to the councilman's shoulders as he built up a proper rhythm rolling and bouncing on that dick he liked so much. He didn't care they were in public, moans and whines and gasps leaving his parted lips with every move perfectly targeting the deepest drive inside himself.

Stigr kept his gaze fixed on the menu, humming quietly to himself as he adjusted his hold on the laminated pages. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Khion." He replied in what he was sure the younger man would see as an infuriatingly calm voice. And though the vampire had known that the pamola would climb into his lap eventually, he hadn't expected him to give in so easily. With a soft laugh, Stigr set the menu down and settled his hand on the table, intently watching the younger man. "I do so enjoy it when you're impatient." He purred into the kiss, eagerly returning it as he helped Khion get his pants open. Stigr's hands moved to grip the pamola's hips, helping to guide him down onto his cock.

[icebird-khion]

"Perhaps you might," Khion replied, mirroring Stigr's smile with a mischievous one of his own. He loved stirring shit even where no shit existed to begin with. He didn't have a lot to do around here in Krovs and a bored pamola found entertainment in his own ways. "I've not had the pleasure of meeting many celestials, but you're right. The few ones that I've met here were pretty boring. Ironic Mistry is pining for one given the dude's hardly virtuous and can't handle being bored."

The pamola let out a weary-sounding sigh as the song ended and another started up. "Enough about Taliesin and his woes though. I think we should talk more about how pretty I am and what you should be doing about that."

"Oh? Should I be offended?" The vampire asked, an amused smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Given how his slave reacted to him, he doubted he'd had much to complain about in regards to being claimed, but one never knew. And he wasn't particularly fussed about how a slave might see him. "I couldn't tell you very much about him as I've never seen the draw of Celestials myself. The majority of them are rather dull."

[icebird-khion]

"No, I think I'll just hang out here and talk to the handsome new bouncer," Khion replied half-sarcastically. The quick and obvious glance over this time of Cyril implied he might be partially serious; he liked what he saw with the sharp jawline and fit body hidden underneath the black clothing but no way escaping the pamola's sharp eyes. Course he also didn't get all dressed up just to stay outside of the club. "What's your name, gorgeous? You need to see my ID? Promise you I'm way beyond the age restriction." He winked and grinned crookedly at the shifter.

Cyril took his job quite seriously. It was his first ever real one, he was desperate to prove himself. Mainly to himself, but also to his new boss. He wanted to be good at it, he wanted to do the best he could and so, perhaps to the dismay of some of the people who came to Euphoria, he was rather uptight and strict with the rules when he was on the clock.

He had already been on shift for a few hours, had to turn away a few who were somehow already drunk off their asses, and more than a few he had to drag out for starting fights. He was tired, that was obvious in his eyes. The next person approached to enter and Cyril had to do a double take at his outfit, brows furrowing slightly but he quickly shook away the expression. He wouldn't judge, it wasn't his place to.

He gave him a nod in confirmation to his observation, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't know," He answered, and he really didn't care to know either. Wasn't his business, especially if the last bouncer left because of the job itself. "You going in?" He asked, not having a real interest to have a conversation while on the clock.

[icebird-khion]

You like me but not enough to give me thousands and thousands of fucking dollars

[icebird-khion]

[icebird-khion]

"Eh, close enough," Khion said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. He'd likely still call him "Ravioli" just because it was fun and Khion liked handing out fun nicknames.

He leaned against the wall as Soren checked him out, the flickering gaze not missed by the pamola who returned the favor in a more deliberate fashion. It'd been years since he'd last seen Soren and the human looked the same yet different in subtleties; a new haircut, more or less facial hair, standard bits of human aging his sharp eyes detected. Nothing that would make him completely unrecognizable to Khion though.

He snorted out a laugh. "Sure, we'll go with that. Been working out indeed," the older snickered, icy blue eyes twinkling with mischief and a wicked grin spreading across his features. His gaze landed back on Soren's darker eyes. "It's a pretty big piece of property and I've never needed medical attention." He remembered something mentioned about Oymyakon Clinic and a doctor or technician. "Which staff member are you looking for? You're a little far off from the offices and suites."

Taliesin might have mentioned his old friend's presence here once, but at the time Soren had thought little of it beyond one more thing to worry about. His brother hadn't exactly been forthcoming about whether or not Khion knew about him. But it was apparently enough for blond to not be shocked to see him wandering the castle's halls, so lost in his own muddled thoughts Soren didn't really notice him until they'd breezed right past each other. He startled just a bit, chin jerking up to look over his shoulder with a bright flare of panic at being addressed so.

"Ravi," He corrected, strained, after the moment's shock passed, "You-" Soren paused, really giving Khion a proper once over. He looked about like the human remembered him, though not quite as flushed with drinks and partying as Soren typically saw him when coming to drag Taliesin home by his scruff for the umpteenth time. There'd been... something not human about him that Soren couldn't remember the particulars of. Some kind of shapeshifter maybe?

"You been working out or something?" Soren eyed the other's mussed hair, the light sheen of exertion on Khion's skin. He was barely interested in the actual answer, stalling while he scrambled for one of the excuses he'd prepared for situations just like this. "Just coming up to visit one of the staff." He should play this casual, vague, shouldn't he? Any onlooker might imagine the two happened to know each other from down in the village. "I'm a bit surprised we're only bumping into each other again just now. Here."

[icebird-khion]

Khion growled into the kiss in response, not needing to be told twice. Not with enough arousal and frustration for two pent up, burning hot in his core and spreading through his veins. His brain soon soaked in lust as he thrusted harder, rougher, faster, yet every strike remained precise so long as he maintained control over himself. He bit down hard enough on Noah's bottom lip to draw blood when he broke away from their kiss and sat up to better drive himself deep into that hot piece of ass.

"Like... that?" the pamola panted out, his question punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust in. His icy eyes darkened with a dangerous hunger gazing down at the younger man as he absorbed Noah's frustrations from the Denial spell affecting the incubus hybrid. Between that and his own, Khion wasn't so sure he'd last so long. And he sure didn't bother holding back when his orgasm hit him like a train, the older crying out and fucking his seed erratically into Noah's ass as wave after wave of blissful pleasure crashed over him.

Course he purposefully didn't grant permission for Noah to cum with him. Not yet.

"Did I say it wasn't?" Noah teased a little, huffing a laugh. He almost whined when Khion let them go but shifted so let him get into position, already so hard and ready for the pamola's cock. He got it soon enough, easily wrapping his legs around Khion's waist and arching his back as the other man sank into him, filling him so well. He moaned as Khion started to move, rocking his hips to meet his rhythm and get as much of him as he could. "Fuck yeah." Eyes half lidded he grabbed for Khion and yanked him down, kissing him hungrily as they rocked together. His hands mapped the other man's body, feeling at his hard muscles. "C'mon, fuck me like you mean it." He taunted into his mouth, clenching around him to egg him on.

[icebird-khion]

Khion left Stigr's suite whistling a cheerful tune to himself and messy blond hair more disheveled than usual along with his clothes. The pamola felt anything but shame as he sauntered down the hall with his hands in his pockets and basking in the afterglow of sex with his favorite councilman. His euphoria, however, didn't blind him to the familiar oncoming face belonging to certain friend's brother.

He stopped, turned, and looked the human over in curiosity as to what he was possibly doing up here. Taliesin wasn't in the castle any more, Khion knew that. And fortunately or unfortunately for Soren the nosey pamola had nothing better to do right now than to pry.

"Surprised to see you still here, Mistry," he said. He paused, furrowing his brows, and then gently smacked himself with his palm against forehead. "Fuck, no, wait, sorry, dude. It's, uh... it's Ravioli or some shit, right?" He hardly paid attention to what Taliesin had rambled on about the fake name during Spring Mischief. That wasn't an abnormal thing for Khion unless it was something that involved or interested him. Still. "What are you doing up here?"

@ravisurendra

[icebird-khion]

Euphoria always was Khion's favorite place to go, especially when De Luca hosted one of those theme nights. Tonight was 70s or 80s night, he couldn't remember, but he knew it would be groovy disco beats and he planned on drinking and blitzing out till he recovered and could do it again for the next few hours until he got bored. Apparently he still was in his party phase or there wasn't anything better to do here for entertainment here in Krovs besides fuck and get fucked up. Oh, and work during the day, but that was just to earn the money to blow on this shit. Or that was also what Stigr's wallet was for.

He rolled up to the club entrance dressed in a pink outfit that Stigr probably told him he loathed with matching pink-tinted sunglasses. He raised his brows, slowly removing his sunglasses as he eyed the bouncer he didn't recognize at the door. This could either be a bane or a boon to his evening, they'd both find out.

"You're new," he stated. "What happened to the other guy?"

@bloodsoakedwhiskers

[icebird-khion]

When Khion arrived at a bar alone he never planned on going home alone. Not that Noel wasn't satisfying his needs, but they were both in a sex castle and there'd been no expectation or conversation about monogamy between them. And when in Rome why not indulge in his hedonistic tendencies? Especially when so many of the residents in Krovs were too hot to pass up. Always the shallow bird easily distracted by shiny things.

Case and point with the castle's chief of staff joining him. "I'd say my evening's significantly improved just now," he answered, flashing Merek a winning smile. He propped his chin in hand and elbow on the counter as he turned, giving the pyromancer his full attention. Icy blue eyes roamed over the suave, dark-haired beauty deliberately. "And how about you, Mr. Hopper? I may not be a slave but anything I can do to change your evening from "good" to "amazing" tonight?"

With the chaos of Spring Mischief behind them now, the castle seemed much quieter, something that Merek himself wasn't incredibly fond of. He enjoyed when things got a little crazy around Krovs, though he supposed it was a good thing for him that the mischief was over with. The pyromancer hadn't exactly been smart with some of the spells that he'd gone around casting on other people, though it seemed at least Kaden had forgiven him for not thinking it through.

He'd just finished up his shift for the night and was debating tracking down someone familiar to spend the night with before he changed his mind. It had been awhile since he'd spent time at the castle bar, so Merek made his way there after locking up his office for the day. He double checked his phone just in case and then strolled into the room, shooting the bartender a friendly wave as he stepped closer to order a drink.

Settling down at the bar with a sigh, Merek set his phone down to one side and turned his attention to the man sitting beside him, offering his usual slightly cocky grin. "Hello." He greeted warmly, not really bothering to hide the way he was checking them over. "Having a good evening so far?"

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