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He chuckled, genuinely amused by the attitude this guy held. He didn't judge him, he looked expensive, it only made sense that his manners matched. Cash felt out of place with him, but if he wanted him out of all the choices as a bed warmer for the night, who was he to tell him no? "I believe you," He assured, giving him an unintentionally charming smile and a light shake of his head. His brows furrowed slightly, "Shit, I didn't even know we had books," Not much looking around had really been done, he had a pretty active mind to keep him busy.

His brows furrowed slightly just for a moment, hesitant to call him by his first name, but he nodded nonetheless, "Alright, Roland, for sure. Right behind ya'," And just as he said, he was a few steps behind the councilman as he made his way to his suite. Entering it however was like entering a whole other world, and the sheer shock and awe on his face was quite visible for a moment before Roland was speaking to him again. He blinked, looked around a little more before wandering over to one of the sofa's and carefully sitting down; like he was scared even touching it would ruin it. "Oh, uh.. water? Or, you got like, coke?" He gave a sheepish smile, reaching a hand up to rub at his neck. Sober since he was twenty years old, even now that he was some supernatural being, he didn't touch anything addictive. "Not tryna' be rude, I just.. don't drink."

"I don't expect you to." Granted, Cash didn't really have a choice though Roland was rather more considerate of that than the other masters. Still, he seemed willing enough now that they'd clarified what he wanted of him. "I can only imagine. I assure you that my suite is far superior to this." That was also quite an understatement. The Undercroft was drab, boring, and generally a distasteful place to be. Roland didn't mind coming down for his brief visits he rarely spent a long time down here unless he couldn't quite make up his mind about which slave he wanted at that particular time.

Roland inclined his head at the acknowledgement. "I suppose you aren't exactly provided with current reading material down here." Cash's attitude hadn't changed dramatically upon finding out that he was a councilman which was a good sign. The vampire waved a hand at the honorific. "You may call me Roland. I prefer it, in fact, given how intimately acquainted we'll soon be." He smirked then gestured for Cash to come with him. "Follow me." Roland arranged the rental with the guards and soon enough he was pushing open the double doors to his extravagant suite. "Do sit down. What will you have to drink?" Roland gestured at one of the antique sofas then made his way to the bar. It seemed like it had been a while since he'd started like this with a slave and today he felt like rectifying that. He poured himself a glass of bloodwine as he waited for Cash's answer.

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Cash's legs were already shaking, he had barely been touched. The rough palm of the alpha rubbing against him, already being so worked up just from getting him off, the valkyrie worried he'd come prematurely. It'd be embarrassing, but he was more concerned over not wanting to tap out. Though, given what he knew about ruts, there wouldn't be an option for that. The thought should've turned him off, but with the sexual frustration now so vividly forefront in his mind, it only had him leaking more in his sweats.

The absence of his touch once again pulled a low whine of protest out of him, looking down the hall at his motion towards the room. He didn't have to tell him twice, truly barely had to tell him once. "Yes, sir," He hooked his thumbs in his pants and pushed them down eagerly, fighting back insecurities with growing excitement at the knowledge of having a choice in how they started. So many options, and for a moment as blue eyes traced down the varcolac, it was almost overwhelming. He was old school no matter what however, and the idea of watching him while he abused his hole was far too enticing to ignore. "I'll keep bein' good, swear it," He assured, as if he had doubted it for a second, before doing as told and making his way to the bedroom; practically running, really. The bed was comfortable as he climbed on it, a bit clumsy in his rush of eagerness, but the blond was quickly flipping to his back and spreading his thighs open for the alpha's veiw when he joined him.

Magnai wasn't bothered by those unthinkingly little jolts of the slave's hips, far from it, keeping his hand splayed broad over Cash's groin and rubbing rhythmically back against each insistent twitch. The most primal parts of the alpha's mind hardly needed a partner to want him back during a rut, not when he'd sunk fully into that urgent drive to take and conquer. Still, it awakened some other equally instinctive part of him to have someone like the valkyrie squirming and moaning against him, so clearly muddled by his own lust. Compatibility, if only in appetite. Magnai might not be able to breed him like a proper omega but his hindbrain was all too happy to try.

He grinned toothily at the rushed reply, giving Cash one more squeeze before his hand slid from between his legs. "Take the rest off then and get on the bed," Magnai said, chin jerking down the hall that led towards the varcolac's bedroom. Last rut, the scent of the unfortunate Russian omega had drenched his sheets, setting off a rage in the alpha at the slightest whiff of him. This time Magnai had been tumbling as many of his lovers in them as he could, like a catalogue of his conquests. Cash was perilously close to being next on the list; it was only sensible to have his scent join the others. "I'll keep you busy tonight. But since you were so good for me now, you can pick what way I fuck you this first time."

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Cash smiled, happy to assist and following after the master as he moved to lead the way. He let out a huff of a laugh at his words, brows furrowing slightly. "I didn't think plants could reject someone," He mused, shaking his head, "No worries. As long as I ain't gotta' plant 'em or take care of 'em, should be fine. My thumb is like pitch black, nowhere near green."

"Thank you!" Iah cheered. He was incredibly happy to have someone help him. Even if he didn't know much about interior decorating, they could at least do this. Turning, he began leading the way to his suite. "I think the plants might just object to me. When I was trying to get them back to the castle, the wagon I was using broke and half of them fell out."

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His glare got sharper, more nasty, filled with the hatred that Cash never even felt the parents that neglected him. "I think you needa' recheck you definition of special, 'cause being fuckin' murdered ain't it," As his anger grew, the more his already thick southern accent just got thicker, nostrils flaring as the valkyrie tried desperately to reel himself in. Anger wasn't a good feeling, he didn't like it, he had lived it for nineteen years that was more than enough, but it seemed the spirit being locked up in the castle was going to bring him back to those times.

"Shut the fuck up, man. Ain't nothin' cool 'bout this shit," He had wanted to move on, that was his goal, and yet instead he had ascended, now he was here. Like some cruel cosmic joke. When Danny took another step closer he took another step back, doing exactly what he dreaded and hitting the wall. He wasn't exactly cornered, but the angle would make it hard for him to try and get away without some kind of unavoidable altercation.

His throat felt tight suddenly, his question just reminding him how he ended up stuck here in the first place. How he ended up damned to be stuck in this castle with his own killer. "Probably more good than you've ever even thought about," He hissed, "You even know what being a good person is? You even care about the shit you put me through?"

That dirty look didn't perturb Danny in the slightest, nor did the warning to get out. He knew that he was stronger than Cash. The valkyrie might have been stronger than him if uncollared but fortunately for Danny, they were on a fairly even playing field. Danny just had the advantage of being bigger and more of a 'fighter.' That is to say, he wasn't afraid to use underhanded tactics when grappling with someone else to try and win to get his way. But maybe he could talk Cash into giving him what he wanted this time...

"I remember every little thing I did to you and the absolute rush it gave me. I don't often feel like that, you know. That's why I think you're special. Don't you know that, Cash? How special you are? I heard you're a valkyrie now. Not all ghosts can achieve that like you." Danny's voice started to become vaguely sly as he took another step towards Cash, fully aware of the way the other was backing up. He tried to close the distance between them like a hunting predator.

"What kind of good did you accomplish before you got here? Because I'm willing to bet you tried."

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He sucked on his teeth, finally looking at him just to give him a dirty glare, a nasty look that barely ever graced the ever-so-gentle valkyrie's face. Danny was already not far behind him, already stripping of his shirt and making Cash turn his gaze away again with a scowl and roll of his eyes. "I said get the fuck out," He hissed through gritted teeth, but when he heard his footsteps moving closer the hybrid was whipping around to face him, backing up to put space between them like Danny physically burned him to be close to.

Cash had been through the ringer when it came to life. Had hit rock bottom before he was eighteen and somehow pulled himself back to ground-level before he was twenty-one. He had barely ten years with the life he had built himself, the family he felt like he finally had for the first time in his life, and the psychopath who stole it all from him was asking why they couldn't be friends. "Are you fuckin' stupid?" He questioned, sounding absolutely baffled that the spirit would even think that was a reasonable question to ask.

"Why not you? Why not fuckin' you?!" The grip on his towel tightened, only to stop himself from punching the other square in the mouth. Cash wasn't a fighter, not really, didn't like it, but that didn't mean he couldn't. Danny seemed to love pushing him to the point he felt like he needed to. "Do you got amnesia or somethin'? Do you even fuckin' remember the shit you did to me and my family or are you just purposefully bein' dumb? You only got one oar in the water, asshole?"

It didn't often happen to Danny that he ever ran into his victims ever again. Usually, what was dead stayed dead. Not in his case, of course. He was murdered in his prime, cut down when he had so many more things to do and people to kill. He had never expected for someone to come back into his life because how often were people truly resurrected or became spirits? Not often, he was willing to bet. Not only that, but the world was huge. What was the likelihood that his favorite kill would be dropped right back into his lap to play with all over again? Cash had always been special to Danny and to be able to lay eyes on him again made him feel positively enthralled.

He watched Cash whenever they were in the Undercroft together. There weren't many places to hide and it was easy to look across the space to watch the valkyrie, blue eyes tracking his every movement. He watched Cash whenever he could, thinking back to the day Cash died and how it had felt so watch the life drain from his eyes. Thinking about how much he wished he could do it again and again and again. Cash screamed so damn pretty.

"They're communal showers, sweetheart," Danny cooed from a few feet behind. He was already stripped of his shirt, his joggers slung low on his hips. Long legs carried him to Cash, his pace cautious and slow. Predatory. He stopped an arms'-length away from the other spirit and offered a wide smile. "Why you so scared of me, Cash? We can be friends, can't we? I see you talking to the other slaves all the time. Why not me?"

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Adjusting to life at the castle was easier than Cash had imagined. Maybe it was the helpful push of handsome men giving him things to do, but he was surprisingly content in the Undercroft, waiting to be rented whenever the time came. He was content playing solitaire and board games, talking to other slaves and being educated on the modern world from the ones that were actually in touch with it. There was even a fae that was quite happy to teach him. He was just as happy to learn.

The food sucked, and he certainly wished for more than an hour outside at a time, but those two things didn't seem to be enough of a reason for the valkyrie to complain or cause a ruckus. He had been nothing but a good slave, and yet that seemed to bother one person in particular. He had told him to stay away, and yet there were time he caught him staring from across the room with those vacant blue eyes, times he'd feel like he was being followed and he just knew that damn ghost was right around the corner. He was a damn freak, and Cash was growing antsy to escape him, though escaping him meant escaping the castle in general since they both seemed to be imprisoned.

He still tried to live peacefully, ignoring him, avoiding him, doing his best to remain in the sights of guards of and other slaves. It was his mistake to be the last to get to the showers, he had been far too distracted with his house made of cards, and he knew before he even spoke that he had followed him in. "Get the fuck out," He spoke, didn't even greet him, immediately hostile when it came to the man who stole everything from him, "Don't you remember me telling you to leave me alone?" He held his towel tighter around his waist, had waited to drop it, had trusted his gut feeling.

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His answer was enough for Cash to confirm to himself that he was certainly suggesting what he thought he was. The vampire was certainly not someone he'd ever expect to approach him, nor would he really, he always felt out of place next to the fancy types- but he also wasn't opposed to new experiences. He could work with the fancy get-up. "Well, how am I 'pposed to say no to that?" He rose a brow, tongue coming out to wet his lips, "Sure would be nice to get a change a' scenery." He had always been vague, not from being shy but purely because he had been publicly closeted in his human life. Almost all of his conversations had been coded and vague.

Cash rose his brows as the councilman introduced himself fully and even bowed. He wanted to chuckle, but he bit his tongue, assuming it would've been rude. "Yeah, for sure. My bad, been awhile since i've read anything about y'all," Forty-five years too long, but he wouldn't bring up specifics mainly because he hadn't actually been keeping count. "It's nice to meet you-" He hesitated, southern manners and the assumption that calling him 'councilman' would be more respectful battling it out in his head for a moment, "Councilman sir?"

The valkyrie didn't balk at the suggestion, that was something. He didn't seem overly offended or horrified, perhaps just a little shy. Surely he understood what Roland had meant, though the question made it seem otherwise. The vampire smirked. "Something far more entertaining than pacing around these dull rooms." He gestured at the drab Undercroft surroundings. "And a great deal more pleasurable." If he didn't get it with that very obvious hint then the slave was likely quite dull indeed. It wouldn't deter Roland from sampling him at least once, though.

The slave did apparently recognize him but couldn't place him and Roland's eyebrows rose, faintly annoyed and perhaps even a little offended. "Let me jog your memory, then. Councilman Roland de Rochefort of Belgium." He rarely introduced himself with his full title but it seemed appropriate now and he even gave a dramatic bow, the action pulling him out of his annoyance and back into amusement. "Does that clear things up?"

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The low whine that echoed from the back of his throat when he pulled out was in protest, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue, the ache in his jaw a comforting reminder of his past. Despite his want to continue even after the alpha had spilled down his throat, he sat back on his heels, panting and trying to gather himself. Unfortunately, the scratches against his scalp, that praise that shot straight to his cock, and the chin lift had him simply smiling lazily up at him.

The only response Magnai got was the 'oh!' as Cash was hauled to his feet, leaning into his muscular frame when he was pulled close. "Well, hey ther- oh shit," He had opened his mouth to say something stupidly flirty, only to be cut off with a moaned out curse when his hand groped at his aching hard on through his sweats. "Y-Yeah, fuck yeah, I loved it," He breathed in response, hips struggling to remain still with little twitches towards the alpha's hand. His hands found his biceps, to help keep himself grounded; which wasn't really true, he just wanted to feel his biceps. "'M so eager," He repeated, nodding enthusiastically, "Eager for a lot of things, anythin' you want."

Magnai let the boy indulge them both long after the last shivers of pleasure worked through him, rolling his hips slow and deep, releasing his grip on his knot just to tease the valkyrie with the impossible stretch of it against his lips before he finally eased himself out of the warm sheathe of his throat. Satisfaction was a steady hum under the alpha's skin, his fingers rubbing over the slave's scalp like he was stroking a favored dog. "Attaboy," Magnai purred, cuffing Cash under his chin to make his raise his face so the master could appreciate the sight of him flushed and panting, saliva streaked the boy's skin, utterly debauched. Already, he was entertaining the idea of seeing him like this again - from beneath Magnai's desk, perhaps.

"Up." The command came with little time to respond, Magnai pulling Cash to his feet with one hand around his bicep, catching the slave against his chest as his other hand dipped between the blond's legs. He groped at that dark spot staining the front of the slave's sweats, feeling the fabric rubbing wet against his palm as he found the shape of his hardness beneath and squeezed. "Liked that, did you?" The spirit's lust smelled even more potent, this little bit closer. Rut was more than enough to keep Magnai's own cock interested, even still thick with his lingering knot, bobbing wetly in the vanishing space between their bodies. "I would've asked for you intentionally if I'd known we had such an eager little cocksucker down in the Undercroft."

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The valkyrie nodded, arms crossing loosely over his chest, overall just seeming relaxed, casual, though the missing thing was a sense of confidence. He always seemed to keep his head down just slightly. "Yeah, I can help with that, for sure. I mean, I ain't no interior decorate or nothin', but I can surely try," He nodded his head once, smiling. Something to do with his hands would be amazing, he was almost daring to think about the idea of a cigarette if he didn't find something to do soon.

Oh! Is that what that meant?! Iah had heard a few people say it, but hadn't really known what it was supposed to mean. All he guessed was that it was a greeting of some sort. "Great!" Iah cheered. "I brought a few back from town, but now I'm having trouble figuring out where I want to put them."

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Cash's brows rose higher, nodding slowly like it was a struggle to understand that most slaves didn't behave. He gave a small shrug then, "I mean, ain't no one's fault but mine that i'm n'here so," Meaning he'd pretty much just roll with the punches. His trouble maker days had ended when he was nineteen, that was long ago, he had no plans to bring it back, "Hope to give ya' a breather, I guess."

The enforcer's lips curled up into an amused smile and tilted his head to the side as he studied the slave a little closer, detecting the note of self-deprecation in his words but keeping his mouth shut on the topic. "Well I'm glad to hear that you won't be causing any trouble, you'd be one of the few." he hummed lowly. Cash wasn't the first slave that had said that they would behave only to cause stir up trouble as soon as he turned around but Yuta wanted to see if the slave actually meant it.

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He couldn't stop himself, his eyes dropped down to watch the alpha's hand squeeze around his knot. If he could focus on anything other than forty-five years of repressed horniness, he might've felt embarrassed at the way his mouth almost watered at the sight alone, but that wasn't a thought he was capable of having in the moment. The pressure of his tip against his lips had his tongue coming out drag along it with each pass over, and the order wasn't hesitated to be followed as his mouth opened to let him back into his mouth. His jaw was already aching from lack of practice in his afterlife, but he had never been a quitter before, he had no plans to stop now.

He took each thrust even with the dull throbbing of a bruise sure to form in the back of his throat, if anything it was comforting, a reminder of being mortal. He sought it out, meeting each of the wolf's thrusts with an eager bob of his head, tongue coming out to press against the bulge of his knot that wasn't wrapped in his large hand. It was only when he no longer keep up that he stilled and let him fuck into his mouth with reckless abandon, eyelids fluttering and brows furrowing with each brutal thrust. His eagerness didn't falter when Magnai's seed finally unloaded down his throat, swallowing each spurt of come as it came to make sure not a single drop was wasted. His cheeks hollowed around him, tongue working against his length to help work him through the aftershocks, also because he just didn't want to stop yet.

Magnai's cock twitched insistently against the slave's stubbled cheek at the sight of those teary eyes and those raspy pleas Cash was all too willing to give him. The desperate submission was finetuned to appeal to the alpha's instincts in that moment and Magnai squeezed his fist tight around his burgeoning knot, exercising the small share of self control left to him to hold back from knotting the slave's mouth then and there. He was too impatient to wait on fucking him after without needing to break a few of Cash's teeth to expedite the process. "I know you do," Magnai rubbed the head of his cock greedily against the valkyrie's swollen lips, breathing deep with his own lips parted to catch as much of the scent of the other's desire as he could. "Sound good when you beg, pup. Open up."

That was as much warning as Cash got before Magnai thrust into his mouth again, pressing him down to the alpha's knuckles around his cock before he pulled back again. He was already damn close from the valkyrie's efforts, the tension of the alpha's looming peak winding tighter and tighter, shivering through taut muscles. "That's it," Magnai hissed sharply, chasing his pleasure with brutal disregard for the slave's comfort until the heat and pressure finally coaxed him past the point of no return. Magnai's head dropped back with a visceral groan of satisfaction as he pushed Cash down on his cock one last time, throbbing fat and heavy on the slave's tongue until the alpha's seed flooded the spirit's eager mouth.

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Cash wanted to do good, in fact, he wanted to do more than good. Ever since he had first realized his sexuality, servicing others seemed to get him off more than actually getting himself off. That much was evident in the bulge in his sweat, the wet spot where he had been leaking enough pre-come to cause it. The tugs in his hair and the sound of praise was all he needed to be willing to sit on his knees all night if that's what the alpha wanted. The moment he was given to catch his breath didn't seem long enough, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock was shoved back down his throat, forcing another gag from him. Despite it all, he still didn't complain, nor did he fight the thrusts of his hips deeper into his throat.

When blue eyes reopened they were wet with tears lining his waterline, groaning around him in confirmation. The hand on his thigh only tightened, and despite the way he was steadily appearing more and more disheveled, spit shining his lips, long hair growing messy in his grip, he was determined to somehow do better than he was. He swallowed around him when his fingers brushed along his throat, another groan of confirmation following before he was sucking in deep breaths for air the second he was pulled off of him. "Yes- yes," He immediately verbalized his want, and if it wasn't for the grip in his hair he would've turned his head to mouth along the length rubbing against his face. "Wanna' be filled," He was breathless, but that wasn't going to stop him, "Please, please come in my mouth, want it so damn bad, please."

Experience was no longer a question. Not with the practiced way the slave relaxed around him, worked his mouth to guide the alpha's cock deeper, to seat Magnai as far down the valkyrie's throat as he could go. Magnai's fingers twisted in Cash's hair, his hips riding up against that hot mouth even when there was no inch left of him that the slave hadn't already swallowed, a guttural hum of satisfaction prying out from the alpha's chest. He could feel how wide he was straining those delicate, fluttering muscles, the quick puffs of breath forcing through the slave's nose as the boy struggled through. "Just like that." Magnai tolerated a moment's need for reprieve, but he was forcing Cash's head back sooner rather than later, grinding the valkyrie's face into his groin with a low hum as he savored the sensation of the boy's throat hugging his straining cock, those careful fingers toying with him.

Magnai laughed once he registered what the slave was doing. His chin dropped, catching Cash's eyes again as he slowly fucked his mouth, the pressure of his hands on the back of his head leaving no room for debate. "Greedy, aren't you?" He huffed out his own harsh breath as the next plunge, a hand slipping down Cash's neck, blanketing over the jut of the slave's Adam's apple as if Magnai could feel himself bulging there from the inside. "That what you're after, boy? Need me to fill your stomach as well as your mouth?" Oh, it was tempting. Magnai hauled the valkyrie off of him by his hair, still gripping him tight to angle his face up at the right angle for the alpha to rub his spit-soaked length against Cash's cheek, free hand kneading at the base of his cock where he was truly now beginning to thicken. "Ask me nicely and I might give you a load to swallow before we break the rest of you in."

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Cash's wings and weapon

Wings: Cash's wings look like a regular celestial's, but his support a pale golden color to them. They're quite big with a width longer than his arm span.

Weapon: The only weapon Cash actually owns is his stiletto pocket knife, so it's his only weapon that he can manipulate as a Valkyrie. Once he was brought to the castle, he lost knowledge of where it was located, but he can only assume it's somewhere within the walls.

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Cash had missed this. That look of lust, the grip in his hair, truly just pleasing someone in general. His prime had been cut short, but he had been nothing but sexually liberated in his human life. Hanky code, cruising, he did it all and loved every second of it. Almost too ironic that he'd end up a slave in a sex castle. The praise of encouragement was music to his ears, and anyone else might've been embarrassed about being fully hard already, but the valkyrie had no shame, not when the slight stinging in his scalp made him feel more alive than he had in far too long.

The hand wrapped around the base of his length dropped when his head was held in place, shifting to squeeze the muscles of his thigh. Blunt nails dug into the fabric of his pants, just supporting himself so he could relax his jaw better. There was already an ache in the hinges of it, but he didn't care. He'd handle it without a complaint. The nudge of his tip against the back of his throat had him instinctively swallowing around him, tongue running against the area he could maneuver with it being pinned under the weight of his cock. The mixture of the tug in his hair, the 'pretty boy' that fell from his mouth, and the encouragement all in one was truly addicting. He could get used to hearing it. His cheeks hollowed out around him, actively relaxing his throat to force himself to take him more and more. He lightly gagged but continued pushing till his nose was nestled against the alpha's pelvis. His eyes squeezed shut, tears prickling the corners, fighting back the urge to choke just so he could hear more praise. The hand not digging into his thigh moved, cupping his heavy balls to carefully squeeze and roll them in his palm when he finally had to pull back up to breathe better, nostrils flaring with heavy breaths for oxygen; too stubborn to pull off completely.

When his head was on right, Magnai would have to look into this one's background. Zealous enough to almost seem like he'd been trained already, a sale from a private collection, perhaps? Even the business side of the varcolac's mind was easily silenced when faced with the new slave sinking eagerly to his knees before him, the hot scent of arousal beginning to thread through Cash's scent. Magnai clearly had no need to guide him, his other hand joining the first in threading through the valkyrie's tangled hair, the pointed tips of his claws just barely snagging at his scalp at the pleasure of that gentle humming moan around the alpha's swollen cock.

"That's it." Magnai rewarded him with more. His hands sank lower, curling around the back of Cash's skull, holding him down the next time the hybrid bobbed his head. It was like he could feel the heat of the slave's mouth warming the rest of his skin, kindling that urgency coiling even tighter in Magnai's gut. He didn't shirk Cash's gaze when that needy gaze found his, feeding more and more of his cock past the spirit's lips until they were strained and taut around the alpha's girth. "Hungry as you look." He growled at the nudge of his cockhead against the soft back of the slave's throat, fingers flexing to tug hard at Cash's hair, "Open up, pretty boy. You can take it." It was just one more hole to conquer and impossible to resist with that desperate, hungry look in the valkyrie's blue eyes. Magnai was more than willing to watch him choke on it.

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He nodded at the repeat of his name, practically like a puppy who just learned what it was called. Mistake or not, he was sure glad he was dropped into the suite. His arms lifted slightly when large hands found his waist, but he didn't touch him, not yet. He was slightly nervous, a bit out of rhythm. It had been so long, he worried he'd lost all his mojo. Would be a shame if he couldn't even get it up after forty-five years.

Fortunately for him, that worry was pushed away as his shirt was ripped off without a care, sending a wave of excitement straight to his cock that twitched eagerly in his sweats. "I'll certainly try my best," He assured, muscles flexing slightly under the attention. He certainly wasn't skinny or weak by any standards, he had muscle, though it wasn't as defined as other's had it. He couldn't help the brief wave of self-consciousness, another thing pushed away at the attention the alpha gave him. A sharp breath in filled his lungs at the brush over his nipple, eyes fluttering at the feeling of pleasure that he hadn't realized he had missed so much.

His cheeks turned pink at his words, confirming what the valkyrie wanted very badly, and he earned a lazy smile as his hair was grabbed. "I'm so great at helping," He breathed, eyes flickering down to watch him free that leaking cock from his pants. The slave groaned at the sight, and the varcolac barely needed to finish his sentence before he was dropping to his knees with no hesitation. "No problem with that," Eager hands lifted and wrapped around the base of him, tongue coming out so he could slap the heavy weight of his length against the muscle a few times before he wrapped his lips around him with a moan at just the taste alone. His head moved, blue eyes shooting up to gauge if he was doing good or not, tongue flat and constant with the pressure he was applying to underside of his cock with each pass over his length.

If Magnai had doubts about keeping the hybrid around, they faded into nothing at the way Cash leaned into him like he was melting. The respect paid didn't hurt either. Magnai liked them obedient on a good day, in rut when his tolerance for disrespect was vanished entirely it was enough to slip the valkyrie right into his good graces with minimal effort. "Cash," Magnai repeated, vague amusement buried beneath the timbre of the alpha's voice. He was sure the spirit had been a nice stack of exactly that for whoever had sold him to the castle. Magnai's smoldering eyes dragged over the other's inked skin, his stubbled cheeks and he dropped Cash's chin, squeezing at his waist instead, trim beneath both the alpha's hands. He could work with this.

"Then don't disappoint me." His hands were shoving under the spirit's shirt in the next moment, pushing under Cash's arms so he could strip it off the other's torso with all the forewarning he'd give a doll. Cash wasn't weak under there, much to the alpha's satisfaction, his touch roaming as much as his eyes, thumbing over the peak of one nipple. Normally, Magnai had a more intentional test in mind for a fresh slave. Now he was only interested in if the valkyrie would give him that same doe-eyed look once Magnai had his legs pressed to his chest. "Need to help yourself if I'm going to fuck you, Cash," The varcolac hummed, gripping tight to that mass of blond hair. Magnai's other hand went to his fly, fingers curling around the heavy weight of his cock as he drew it out. "Get me wet first. We'll see what I can get from you."

[wingsofduty]

Unlike other slaves, the valkyrie had seemed to be making himself right at home. Even in the midst of the chaos that heat week brought to the castle, Cash was simply minding his own business, messing around with some chess pieces like it was the most interesting thing the world. It wasn't, but it less awkward than watching the slaves on the couch across the room go at it like rabbits. Really, that was why he didn't exactly protest when he was suddenly urgently grabbed and dragged off somewhere like the guards life depended on it. He was definitely confused, but he didn't fight it. He figured he was needed somewhere, so who was he to argue?

It was unclear if luck was on his side as he was pushed into an unknown room and shut in with an alpha mid-rut, barely given a chance to look around and take in his new surroundings before his chin was being grabbed and his gaze was being directed up to what seemed to be a living version of one of his wet dreams. His lips parted in sheer awe, taking in the sight of the fevered wolf like he was a glass of water and Cash was lost in a desert. "Damn-" He breathed, seeming to lean into the varcolac's grip.

"Cash," He gave his name with no hesitation, like he was eager to do so. "I dunno' what i'd be in trouble for, sir," The honorific leaving him naturally, the southern manners in him truly would have to be beat out with a stick. "Someone messed up? I ain't who you wanted, huh?" He seemed almost disappointed as he asked, but it didn't show on his face, "Sorry to disappoint ya'."

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In retrospect, the order had been vague compared to Magnai's usual exacting standards. Perhaps it was the fact that none of the castle staff was unwise enough to linger by the varcolac's suite for long during this time of year, the guard he'd gotten ahold of clearly dreading his instruction until he'd snapped for them to fetch the spirit for him before turning them free. Magnai had been strategic thus far, taking his conquests far from his own rooms, where the urge to make a more territorial claim might assert itself. But Danny... Danny, the varcolac could admit he already felt a flicker of possessiveness towards. It was only a matter of time before the ghost found himself installed amongst the rest of Magnai's more permenant acquisitions.

But Daniel wasn't the one Magnai found thrust into his room, barely a moment passing before the announcement of the slave's arrival and the guard vanishing. The alpha's stare was deeply unamused as he crossed into the entryway, taking the newcomer by the chin and wrenching the boy's face up to inspect it. "What have we here?" Magnai murmured as his eyes traced the slave's features, faint recognition tingling in the back of his mind. He thought to credit it to seeing the valkyrie's picture amongst the castle's newer arrivals on the roster, the clean, unearthly scent of him confirming the slave's identity to Magnai's nose.

With his messy tangle of blond hair, the heavy lids of his eyes, this one lacked the stereotypical otherworldly look of most celestials. Maybe it was the rut talking, but Magnai found himself vastly preferring this while he had the slave so close. Danny had likely been rented already, a vaguely annoying interruption, but the alpha could take this temporary intrigue and bide his time. "Name?" The question was quick, curt. A beat, then he supplied, "You aren't in trouble, pup. Not for someone else trying to cover their ass." It might've been comforting, if Magnai's fingers weren't still gripping so tightly to the valkyrie's jaw.