icebird-khion

[icebird-khion]

"Hm. Fascinating question," Khion replied from beneath the shade of a tree while he smoked a cigarette. No, he was not out in the summer sun despite what many might assume with his surfer blond hair and healthy glow. He much preferred the cold darkness of winter and the silver light of the moon. He studied the slave posing such an inquiry while he puffed on the joint between his lips. "I guess it depends on how good and pure you are or some shit." He wasn't sure of the pre-requisites needed in ascending to heaven, especially here. Probably wouldn't fulfill any dreams of becoming a chastity celestial.

The pamola smirked down at the younger with a raised brow. Cute enough to catch his interest. He cocked his head to the side. "I could be inclined. What's in it for me aside from begging?"

Cal had just started his two hours of outside time and he was using it to 'touch some grass' proverbially and also literally, his body laid out on the ground staring up at the sky he was soaking in the light, even if it wasn't quite the same with the collar around his neck, idly he picked at it, where it sat against his throat there were red marks where his fingers unconsciously plucked at it. Being in a solid form was so disorienting and he was finally just getting used to it.

"If I die of boredom before I am am sufficiently used up do you think I'll become a celestial or will I just burn out into ashes you think?"

This was his third life now really, the first his human life, the second when he was reborn as a spirit of fire, a facet of nature. Now it was his third life, the life of a slave. He wanted to sink into the ground and feel the heat of the earth's core, or float up and soak in the radiating heat of the sun into his very core, instead of merely having it warm his mortal feeling flesh.

Solid skin, bones, and blood. He hadn't felt those for so long it was like he was wearing a wet suit full of meat, at least he was pleasing to look at. At least he thought he was, pretty enough to make a sex slave.

"If I beg can I have something to eat? Something spicy."

@krovscastlestarters

[icebird-khion]

Khion Brookes | Villager | 203 | Pamola | Versatile

“The cold never bothered me anyway.”

Khion entered the world at either the right or the wrong moment in history, depending on who was asked. The Second War recently ended with the vampires’ continued victory reigning over supernaturals and mortals, and the newly formed Vampire Council decreed the creation of slave castles and yearly collections of non-vampire species around the world. This controlling tactic worked for Khion’s parents who feared for their unborn child’s safety long before this new law was put forth. His birth came during one of the worst winter storms Hell, Norway had ever seen. The young pamola chick rose from snow flurries and ice crystals as winds howled. Fortunately, he was found by a young witch couple a few days later who took him in and had the knowledge of what he was to properly care for him. They named him Khion after the Greek goddess of snow and ice. The were immediately smitten with his sweet nature and charms and worried for him with how the world changed overnight. They had no doubt in their minds that something this rare would be a catch for those vampires and their slave castles. 

Khion lived in Hell where the winters were brutal and the summers were comfortable. He was raised among humans and other supernaturals like valkyrie, faeries, witches, werewolves, mermen, and more. These mortal and immortal creatures all got along well together and Khion quickly learned about the state of the world through both his parents and the villagers his family befriended. Fortunately, it seemed as if the slave castle hunters hadn’t yet discovered Hell as years went by without them ever invading it; the locals came to the conclusion that these hunters preferred larger and more populous territory.

As Khion grew, so did his curiosity towards the world outside of Hell. He’d never once left his home at his parents’ instruction. Of course he understood their reasoning once they deemed him old enough. After all, what bird wanted to live its entire life trapped in a cage to sing only for a master? Certainly not the free-spirited pamola who only wished to spread his wings and fly whenever and wherever he wanted. And yet, at the same time he felt trapped by his parents and their overbearing protectiveness as they encouraged him to hide his true self. He tried so hard to listen to them and tamp down the wanderlust that only grew louder and louder in his adult years until, finally, he couldn’t ignore the voice any longer.

He escaped under the cloak of night with the money he’d saved up working in town, leaving behind a note for his parents that he’d return one day. Khion’s brightly colored feathers shimmered under the light of the full moon as he flew over trees and water with no real destination in mind. He eventually reached land in England and was both excited and terrified to be in a new place by himself. Everything was so different and overwhelming, this town much larger than the home he’d grown up in the last few decades. The chattering crowds were a mix of well-dressed and common folk and vehicles he’d never seen before crowded the streets. Smells of perfumes and foods from shops filled his senses as he wandered, taking in everything that he could with wide-eyed fascination. His parents’ fears stuck with him, prompting the ice bird to keep his head down and blend in with the crowd. He had no idea what sorts of people or supernaturals lived here, or if any of them might be one of those hunters. No one could know what he was, ever.

Regardless, Khion didn’t stop there. He traveled all around Europe to France and Spain and Germany and wherever his wings took him beyond this one continent. He indulged in the cultures, the people, the languages, and the food – oh, especially the food – wherever he stopped in his journey and never really stayed in one place for too long. It was a few years until he returned home to reunite with his parents and inform them that he was alive and well. They were thrilled to see him again and only so grateful that he came back safely. Khion filled them in on all his adventures, everything he’d seen and everyone he’d met, passion glowing in his eyes as he shared his stories. His parents ultimately realized that in order to keep their son happy, they couldn’t keep him chained any more out of their own fears. Inevitably, Khion would feel the need to leave and explore more of the world and they accepted it – so long as he always returned home to visit.

His travels eventually found him in North America where he spent more time than others. Even though America was still growing, it was far different from any other country he’d landed in. The major cities had plenty of nightlife for Khion to entertain himself and bring out his wild side with a willing partner he’d just met. Evolving technology made it easier to keep in touch with his family from afar and Khion went home less and less, save for major holidays.

Reaching two centuries old, his adventurous spirit found a home to settle in in Ottawa, Canada. The people there were friendly and diverse and the neighborhood felt safe for him to stick around indefinitely. He discovered photography and cameras and immediately immersed himself in the art so that he could earn a living and capture his experiences to share with his parents through email. At night, he still frequented nightclubs and bars with the group of friends he made. Now that Khion had fully left the nest, he realized he was lonely and had hopes of meeting someone. That was how he inevitably met Connor Frayne, whom he never expected to fall for as hard as he had. He supposed that history had a tendency to repeat itself with opposites attracting, much like his parents had, but that was sort of the beauty of it. Romance or relationships had never been his strong suit since Khion never stuck around long enough for anything to last, however, this one was definitely different.

What Khion hadn’t realized was that he’d somehow put himself on a hunter’s radar. Out with some friends at a bar, his drink had unknowingly been spiked, which gave the hunter easier access to lure him out of the place. The pamola tried his best to put up a fight, using the self defense and lessons in ice magic that his parents taught him, but it wasn’t any use. Attempting to fly away did no good either. The drugs sedated him and the last thing he remembered was being tossed into a van before everything went black. Khion was disappointed but not surprised when he properly woke up days later in Krovs Castle’s Undercroft with a collar around his neck as one of the newest slaves.

After about a year in the Undercroft, Khion considered himself lucky to be claimed by resident psychotherapist Noel Gaudet. His owner wasn’t overbearing nor abusive –– it was a perfect match, in Khion’s opinion. Eventually, Noel freed him from the castle in Christmas of 2024 with the option to stay or go. As much as the pamola thought about spreading his wings and flying off into the sunset back home to Canada to resume his life, that’s not what he wound up doing. Ever adaptable, he chose to stay in Krovs Town as a full time resident. After all, Noel was still here along with many other friends from his past he didn’t have the heart to leave behind just yet. He wasn’t bound here by obligation any more, he could visit his parents still in Norway whenever he wanted, and not even Canada could compare to the cold and brutal winters of Oymyakon, Russia anyway. Without a collar, he didn’t mind staying now that he had some reasons to. 

Positive Traits: Adventurous, optimistic, curious, quick-thinking, free-spirited

Negative Traits: Intolerant, argumentative, hedonistic, rebellious, greedy

3 turn-ons: Romance, dirty talk, foreplay

3 turn-offs: Vore, cages, infantilism

Character originally accepted on August 4th, 2022

[icebird-khion]

"Good boy," Khion murmured over Shade's lips, punctuating the praise with one last kiss and breaking away. He worked his pants and underwear further down his thighs and moved away, his front against the bar now as he glanced over his shoulder at the cambion. "Enough stroking, get your dick in me now, Dempsey." Because heat was not the time for drawn out hand –– or tail –– jobs.

If Shade was going to argue about his cheapness it was swallowed by the pamola's kiss as their tongues wildly explored each other and Shade was forgetting what he was really supposed to be doing. He did have way too much sex rather than actually worked there sometimes. The whole don't fuck the staff anything was a rule he never followed. He groaned when his lip was bit and pressed into the hot bird he wanted to be in more than anything in that moment. Did he suffer from heat? Probably not, but Khion was making him question it. Shade didn't actually hear what Khion said because his dick was getting touched and that's all that really mattered. "Yeah that's right." Agreeing with things when dick was in hand was always a good choice.

[icebird-khion]

"Oh no, I'm changing my bet now to the date thing, cause that sounds way more entertaining," Khion laughed. One name immediately came to mind to set up the cambion with and he grinned to himself, tip of his tongue poking through his teeth. He pulled out his card with two punches on it. "I already got two down, bro, how far along are you? Don't be fucking lying cause I can tell."

"That is, that's what you want to bet? Here I was going for wax your asshole or make you go out on a date with someone I pick, but if that's all you want. Whatever." Shade shrugged fine with a bet with way less stakes than he was going to put on it. Apparently the cambion never learned from making bets.

[icebird-khion]

Khion made a face as Shade once more got a cup and he moved the sunk one out of the way. He took a drink and picked up the ball again, this time actually making the cup. "There we go," he laughed. "I don't know, man, sounds like you got too much free time on your hands." He set his one hand on the table behind his glasses like he was propped himself up, but really he was waiting for Shade to make his next throw. Whatever cup he'd hit would fill with ice to bounce the ball out and then melt like nothing happened. Khion wasn't afraid to cheat to win and then gaslight his way out of it.

Shade grabbed the ball before it got too far and wiped it on his shirt then popped it in his mouth like the savage he was. He would have done it as a human too, but at least as a cambion it really couldn't hurt him anymore. He finished off by taking a drink of the drink he had on hand not really seeming to care it was a drinking game he was actually playing and hit for the opposite corner sinking his second. "It's the hand eye coordination you know. Makes me good at a lot of things. Like sinking balls." He waggled his brow.

[icebird-khion]

"De Luca's rich as fuck, I bet he pays well," Khion muttered. He furrowed his brows as he took another drink. Maybe he should've worked at Euphoria instead of Cannabites with a cheap ass boss. But personally it was for the best to be in a place where he could trust the mouthy cambion more than a councilman known for playing games.

His brows furrowed, and while his first reaction was to tense and feel anxious, the follow up question just had him chuckling with a light shake of his head. "Sure, let's say that," He mused, easier than coming up with some lie to cover the fact that he simply wasn't ready to leave Russia. Really, he wasn't even a full days travel from where he had lived his whole life. "Very excited for his hourly pay and job benefits."

[icebird-khion]

"Of course I have interest," Khion replied, flashing a grin back over at Noel. He saw lights out of the corner of his eyes through the windshield as they entered town and were less than a few minutes away from Cannabites now. "I'd love to see your home with you."

Sure enough they arrived at their destination and Khion waited for Noel to park before hopping out. He flipped up the hood of his reindeer onesie and hurried around to the driver's side to get the door for Noel. It was his birthday after all. "So how long would you like to stay before I give you the other part of your gift?"

"Norway." He repeated. It had been a long time since he visited the country. "Let me know when you want to go." He said. "I'll take you to my home as well." Not that he had any family other than what was at the castle, but he did like his country and where he grew up at least the land. "If you have any interest."

[icebird-khion]

"Then we're aligned," Khion murmured low, icy eyes opening to meet those dark ones. He slipped his hand into Noel's interlacing their fingers as he pulled back and led him swiftly out of the party and back towards their suite. "This isn't my kind of party," he added, which Noel knew. The pamola much preferred the chaos of places like Euphoria or the sports bar vibes of Cannabites.

Soon enough they were in the cool darkness of their shared suite and Khion shoved Noel back up against the shut door sealing their lips together again as he pinned him to it.

"You know I don't like parties." He said his fingers moved from the flower to one of Khion's buttons though not actively pulling at it just holding it between his fingers when he was close. "I just like you." He said softly before he drew back letting his cheek brush against his slave's until he could find those lips again, his fingers twisted and pulled at the button again that wasn't giving to his desires. "Is there something in particular you want to do here, because there's only one thing I want." Noel purred biting Khion's bottom lip.

[icebird-khion]

Khion couldn't help laughing as he followed Noel to the playroom, always pleased when he got his way. Like it was difficult with the reaper just as equally guilty of having this handsy problem. He shrugged out of his jacket and returned the favor in getting those top layers off his former master. "Perhaps a greed demon or gluttony," he hummed just before he pulled the reaper down by the back of his neck for a kiss. "I do like the shadows that come with daevas." He was familiar with darkness that came with the cold of winter than the sun despite his penchant for wearing brighter blues.

"You make a compelling argument." Noel was in agreement after Khion's actions that got all of his attention in a short span of time. Not that it ever took much for the bird to take all of his focus. "Not here." There were better places to do what he wanted now, more comfortable. Of course he couldn't use magic go get them there so had to hold his pants up and grab his slaves hand and pull him from the ballroom to an adjoining playroom closing the door behind him. "As we were." He said shoving the younger onto the bed letting his pants fall and climbing over the little shit who got him all spun up at the bar. "And what kind of demon would you be, mon petit oiseau?" He asked undoing Khion's pants and yanking them off before moving back over him and urging him to shrug off the jacket he wore.

[icebird-khion]

"Fair enough," Khion conceded. It never hurt being more cautious than not here in the wolves' den. Or vampire den. Many councilmen weren't known for being forgiving, especially if they were played for fools. Almost all of them were just as arrogant and stubborn as the rest. "So what is it you do here as part of your cover?" he asked, glancing at the human walking beside him.

Soren had to take a second to consider how to answer. Khion was operating with half-clarity. He knew what Soren was there, who both Mistrys were, but the full extent of how he'd gotten his little brother out was clearly still a secret. Taliesin didn't even have time to say goodbye to his old friend, which Soren guiltily thought was probably for the best. "I dunno about that. You might be right, but I thought it was worth being cautious. Not exactly a surplus of lanky Indian guys wandering around this corner of Russia." That much seemed sound to him. His pressed his lips together tightly, at least comforted by the notion that it couldn't be strange for him to be visibly disquieted by the topic. "I came here with a pretty involved cover too, business-wise. I can't run out on them on a whim. I just need to cover my bases."

[icebird-khion]

Khion groaned right back in response against Noel's lips meeting the reaper's rhythm as he bounced eagerly on that big scythe he'd never tire of. Soft curses escaped with labored breaths and whines in the brief spaces between their mouths as they kissed until he needed more air. He sat up some, pace developing into something far more wild and erratic with his cursing far more frantic as he chased that impending orgasm all the way to the end of the line.

Noel supposed he did start it so didn't bother fighting it when he was flipped and his back found the bed once more. He might have suggested they move to the shower another time, but he didn't might the mess still on him with heat and the way Khion was moving atop him with his wrists pinned above him. He pressed his own hips up into the others as they rocked against him moaning into the lips that held his own captive.

[icebird-khion]

"Who's Taliesin?" Khion breathed out, not even bothering for Soren to respond or catch onto the play. His eyes fell to those lips, his hand on the back of the younger's neck as he pulled him down to meet him in the middle. Their mouths landed together softly to start as he gave the human at least the few moments to mentally and physically catch up with him here. Khion pressed himself flush against the elder Mistry sibling oddly enjoying the living warmth the human offered against his own hot-cold feverish skin.

Soren's cheeks were ruddy in an instant at the teasing comment, Khion striking far too close to home. "It's not that," He protested in a hiss, mostly lying, "You really want to risk him walking in on-". The sentence went unfinished as Khion leaned closer, goosebumps rising on his skin as the pamola's startlingly cool fingers went skating over his chest. Khion's eyes were very, very blue. Still, despite the very unhelpful interest Soren's prick was taking in the other's proximity (shouldn't age have taken care of this stupid adolescent reactivity?), the human's face still scrunched in distaste at his brother's name. "Really didn't need that bit," Soren grunted, squeezing at Khion's shoulder to keep him at bay for just a second longer. His gaze was a little desperate once he allowed himself to meet the other's. "We can... I mean, maybe just don't mention Taliesin, alright?"

[icebird-khion]

Khion really should've known better than to open his mouth. He didn't have a chance to get away before those giant spindly legs impaled him, the nasty things felt between his ribs and in his stomach in the worst way he couldn't describe. There was too much to focus on between the intrusions and the sharp, deep sting of talons ripping him open and then the burning stretch of taking Raiden dry. He barely had room to move in this predicament save for grasping the tribrid's shoulders tight with his own talons sinking into tattooed skin. He clamped his mouth shut, teeth grit hard against the whimpers of not so much pleasure but agony instead.

"Fuck, I'm... sorry," he hissed out like it would do any good. Heat had a funny way of pushing arousal to the forefront of his mind and physical sensations as the discomfort faded in favor of that. He didn't dare test Raiden's patience again; once he adjusted to the tribrid balls deep inside himself he built up a rhythm riding it, hips rolling and muscles clenching tight around that engorged flesh.

"Don't recall asking you to speak." He set his elbows on the back of the couch that looked dwarfed with him on it much as Khion did in his lap, not as much as his owner would have, but it was doing the trick. He clicked he tongue in annoyance. "Thought Gaudet would be better at training his pet, looks like both of them need more help, don't they." He was eyeing up the snack Noel was keeping around for reasons he understood.

"Unfortunate for you, picked the wrong one." Because Noel had a lot less to offer and he was no councilman. In fact he really should be a slave when it came down to it. The fuck did a sex castle need with a doctor like him. It was a needless job, like most jobs there outside of guards, though even they were just glorified fuck toys in the end.

Khion was no different and he didn't give the pamola time to process what was actually happening the spider legs coming from his back and stabbing into the icebirds sides pulling him closer as his talons tore through the skin and fabric of the flimsy pants that covered him while those eight legs impaled him through his sides, easily lifting him. "You asked a real stupid question. You think I came here for a fucking chat? You only have one thing to offer, little bird." Raiden pulled his own thick awaiting erection from his pants, positioned himself, and pushed the slave down on him with those inhuman legs as he shifted his hips up to meet the tight ass. "You'll always only have one thing to offer." He growled into the pamola's ear

[icebird-khion]

Khion pressed a hand to Hunter's chest and put some distance between them, a singular brow arched high as he met the vampire's gaze. "If you never think about it then what are you looking for here?" The best way into Khion's pants was to stroke his ego. "I wouldn't want to repeat an adequate performance you won't remember, Calligan."

Noticing how pleased Khion seemed to be to see him, Hunter smirked, getting a good look at the pamola as he moved closer to him. "Mm, maybe I should," Hunter murmured. Truthfully, the vampire very rarely went out of his way to find someone to fuck, but maybe he would have to seek Khion out more often. "Do you now? I pretty much never think about it," he teased with another little smirk, this time one that was laced with amusement. "Perhaps we should have a bit of a repeat performance to jog my memory," he suggested, sliding his arm around Khion's waist to pull him in to him.

[icebird-khion]

"You know I'm no longer a slave, right?" Khion replied, raising a brow at Stigr with amusement glittering in his eyes. He accepted the councilman's arm in his own and started walking through the party. "Let's. Where should we move this, Stiggy?"

Stigr shot Khion an amused look, but nodded slightly. "Well, as long as Noel has no need for you tonight, I would prefer to skip this entire thing. I don't find this type of socializing to be very interesting these days." He bowed slightly to the pamola, offering him a faint smile, and then offered his arm. "Shall we take our leave, then?"

[icebird-khion]

Feeding off of Noah's sexual frustration pushed Khion right back up to where he started, arousal growing again inside of Noah. He only needed a few moments before he began fucking the desperate cambion again though this would be the last time and not the longest. He grunted and growled with every thrust, each one more erratic than the last because of how fucking sensitive he felt still fresh after his orgasm.

"Fuck," he huffed, gritting his teeth together. He tried to hold out longer but it was all in vain. "You wanna cum? Go on, cum for me." And with that the pamola fell off the edge once more with a cry, pounding into Noah's hot ass as those waves crashed over him again until they stopped.

Noah got exactly what he wanted with his taunt as Khion started to fuck him hard and fast and the cambion groaned, rocking with him and loving the fast pace. Every hard thrust felt so damn good and he shuddered and gasped, cursing as Khion drew blood but not caring at this point. It would heal soon enough anyway. When the pamola pulled back to drive into him even harder, Noah groaned, his back arching as he panted and gripped at Khion harder.

"Damn...right..." He breathed, the words cutting off in a sharp gasp at that particularly rough thrust. His cock was almost painfully hard and leaking against his stomach but no matter how good Khion made him feel, he got so close to the edge without going over. It was frustrating as hell even as he enjoyed the rough pounding. It got better and worse at the same time as Khion pulsed inside him and Noah dug his fingers into Khion's skin at those erratic thrusts, hoping that Khion would give him permission...but he didn't. Noah whined, frustrated, still rocking down against him.

"C'mon, man. What're you waitin' for? I'm right there, please." He shuddered, right on the brink but the spell keeping him from cumming until he had permission. "You need me to beg? Fuck!" Noah reached down and stroked his own cock and while it still felt good, made him shudder, it didn't help. It nearly made things worse but there was nothing he could do until Khion let him finish.