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❝ Masquerade ❞

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Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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"You'll have to clean me up very well later then."

Because Damian was very happy to sit here like this holding Iseul. Smiling at him, he tilted his head. Then he hummed as he considered the question and how to put it into words.

"You taste like...warmth mixed with the sweetness of magic. When I taste you it's like my entire body tingles and fills with life in a way it never has before. I don't think I could ever taste another and it would satisfy me. Not after having partaken in you now. I can still feel the magic moving through me."

He was so gentle with him. It was actually quite surprising. Tiras blinked up at him as he watched that shirt fall to the floor before scooting back as he was encouraged to before meeting that kiss again. Then he pressed himself into the kisses that trailed over his skin, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved to get the corset off.

Casting it to the side, he was left in his jewelry, the briefs, and his heels. Those he didn't feel like getting off yet because his hands were now busy running along Snake's body to explore the muscle there, feel the hot skin under his hands. All the while he was sipping at the lust in the air, moaning softly at the way it tasted. Almost like...candy really.

Sam's face lit up and he looked happier than he had in years. Oh Matthias would still be able to taste the guilt under all that joy, that would never go away. But he was truly so happy in that moment despite that and he kissed him again before pulling back to gaze at him with such adoration and fondness.

"Let's get out of here. I want to be with you in the way I've only dreamed of until now."

Now something of the familiar Matthias returned. A sly grin settled on his lips and mischief lit in those still-burning eyes. A single brow lifted as if in challenge and Matthias simply said, “What? You don’t want to do it right here?”

Even as he spoke, he was wiggling free of Sam’s hold to retrieve his mask so they could go!

"Not when I want to spend the rest of the night doing it with you."

Sam gave him a playful smile then made sure he had everything before taking Matthias' hand. Once he had it, he gave the back of it a kiss. Only then did he head for the door so that way they could head out together. He wanted to get home above the bar quickly. That way he could show his mate everything he'd been dreaming of doing with him. For literal years.

Tiras’ moans sent a shiver of anticipation through Snake. He wasn’t normally the sort to fall into bed with a stranger – was Tiras really that much of a stranger, though? Snake’s been following the incubus’ exploits online for most of his life. He didn’t feel like a stranger. Regardless, some part of his mind that was quickly losing control wanted to explain.

Ah, but the fog of desire was settling in quickly, wrapping around his brain like some lazy cat and making any logical thoughts fade into the deep, dark distance. Burning lust seeped through him, permeated his every thought, every pore, every cell until nothing else mattered but his hunger for the man beneath him.

Tiras’ skin was warm beneath Snake’s lips, tasting very faintly of salt and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Once the corset was gone, Snake settled more of his weight on his knees so he could run his hands over Tiras’ slim body. Though he looked like a frail thing, Snake could feel the strength, the raw power of him just beneath the skin.

Bypassing where the collar-like jewelry lay, Snake’s mouth moved along Tiras’ chest. Soft, hungry kisses dotted his skin, punctuated by a soft scrape of teeth as he explored that gorgeous body. He settled on a nipple, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. One hand moved to tease at the other, first rubbing it before opting to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.

Snake’s free hand moves between them, gliding lower and lower until it slips boldly into Tiras’ underwear. A needy moan sounded, muffled against Tiras’ skin as Snake traced his fingers along the length of him, getting a feel for that hot, hard cock before curling around it to stroke in a slow, languid pace.

Sex was... Well sex was boring for him. He'd told Su-jin plenty of times that he found it boring unless it was him. Because otherwise he just went through the motions of it all until he could finish feeding and then he threw whoever was with him out the door. Boring. Boring. Boring.

So why wasn't this boring?

It was pretty startling to the incubus that he wasn't trying to rush through this to be done with his time with Snake. Instead he was savoring everything and gasping as that mouth and those hands teased him. Whimpering softly, Tiras buried his hands into dark hair to cling to it as his hips rolled up into his hand to ask for more the contact. It made no sense to him that this wasn't boring at all. It really didn't. And he also loved that it wasn't boring too.

Breathing a little faster now, a hand of his went down to try to get the briefs off, so eager to be done with clothes. Well, save for his jewelry and heels. Those could very much stay with no problem.

Matthias would’ve insisted they say goodbye to their host, however, the fae was nowhere to be found… at least, the demon didn’t catch sight of him in the entire walk back through the garden, through the house, and to their car. The ride back to Sam’s bar was almost unbearable – Matthias was certain they caught every red light en route.

But once they were finally home, Matthias all but flung himself at his wolf. He rolled up on his tip toes to drape his arms around Sam, pressing light but eager kisses to his lips. He could’ve had his clothes shed as soon as they walked through the door, but he wanted to let Sam take the lead… perhaps for a little while.

“Show me what you’ve been dreaming on, Su-bin.”

Wrapping his arms around Matthias, he hauled him up so that his legs were around his waist as he walked them up the stairs to their home. A grin was on his face the entire way. Very rarely did the wolf in him come out but it was coming out strong right now as he tossed his mate onto the large bed before crawling his way toward him. Then he captured his lips again, hands getting his demon out of those clothes as fast as he could.

And any skin that he revealed? He pressed kisses and nibbles to it, enjoying every inch of it along the way. Though he knew this scent well by now, he breathed it in as if he were learning it for the first time, mesmerized by it.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Snake admired him long before falling under his spell. Well, he had no idea what was going through Tiras’ mind, so he couldn’t offer that thought. He was barely having anything thoughts of his own that didn’t revolve around that lissome body and how it taste and felt and just how much he physically ached to be buried balls deep inside Tiras.

While Tiras fussed with his briefs, Snake mournfully pulled his hands away to unfasten and shimmy out of his own trousers. Clothes were too much of a bother right now when he longed to be skin-to-skin with this otherworldly creature. Once they were kicked off, Snake laid on top of Tiras, claiming his mouth once more in a deep, unhurried kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Snake was sure this was a one-time thing and he was determined to savor the experience.

He slotted their hips together, pressing his hot, hard dick against that soft spot just beside Tiras’ hip bone. A subtle shift had him grinding against Tiras, his moans muffled into the heat of Tiras’ mouth. Another slight shit and his erection moved against the incubus’. A full-body shudder ran through the man and he broke their kiss with a gasp.

Iseul shifted an arm from around Damian’s shoulders to trace his fingers over the curve his cheek. The touch was so light and reverent, as if the Fae couldn’t believe he was actually real, actually holding him.

“Ah,” he sighed out. “If only you could subsist on me and only me.” Iseul was sure it wasn’t possible. At least, not without causing great harm to himself. They would have to settle for little sips here and there. It surprised him just how pleasurable Damian’s bite was: the slight prick of pain followed by a heady sort of delight that made him feel high.

Wrapping his legs around him, Tiras latched on tight. A soft whine left him when Snake started to grind against him body rolling up to meet it and have more. Moaning when their cocks met, he threw his head back and let his eyes roll back in his eyes. Eyes closed now, he rolled his hips more to actually enjoy more of the friction that he was being given. A shuddering breath passed his lips and soon he was moving his hands to the bedding under his head to cling to it and even to help push himself up a little.

There was so much he could teach this handsome thing. So much that he could show him. For now they could go vanilla though, he could let Snake show him what he had in him. His adorable pet deserved to have that much.

"More..." In the end patience wasn't his strong point when it came to matters of sex though. And he was always a demanding creature. Even when he wore his mask to hide his real nature.

There’s more of that unseen strength. Snake can feel it in the way Tiras clings to him, sure he wouldn’t be able to escape if the incubus didn’t allow it. Not that escape is anywhere in his mind. Oh no, there’s nowhere else in the whole wide world he’d rather be than wrapped up in those long legs and those slender arms.

Panting for breath and scrambling for a coherent thought, Snake peered down at Tiras, a flicker of distress darting across his face.

“…I don’t think there’s any lube here…”

Tiras' eyes opened and he smiled so sweetly up at his new pet. Tightening his hold with his legs, he shifted himself upwards. To get closer to him and have more of that contact. And to entice the lovely thing more.

"I don't need it. Or prep. I'll be the easiest lay you've ever had. Just fill me up with your dick and I'll be so happy, Snake."

So very happy. Which was new for him with anyone who wasn't Su-jin actually.

Has he ever had such a tall partner? He can’t recall. And, honestly, thinking about previous lovers wasn’t something he was keen on doing at present. Why bother when he had someone new and fresh to make pleasant memories with? The devilish grin on his face made it abundantly clear he enjoyed that way Sam was manhandling him.

Matthias helped where he could with the undressing, tugging insistently at Sam’s clothes once his own were cast aside. Dropped and forgotten in favor of tilting his head back and relishing the feel of Sam’s mouth on his body. All their many years of playful flirtation and they were finally – finally! – going to be intimate.

Not only that, but intimate in a way Matthias has never been before. It wasn’t just to sate a physical need. No, there was more depth to this. Feelings, even if Matthias was still unsure what exactly they were and the implications of them. He wanted this wolf and that was all that mattered in the moment.

Snake blinked. For a fleeting second, it seemed as if the spell had been broken. He looked at Tiras in such disbelief. It passed quickly. Tiras was an incubus, after all, literally built for sex and pleasure. And Snake was painfully hard for him, oh so eager to be wrapped up inside him.

His tongue darted over his lips and he wedged a hand between them to guide his throbbing cock to Tiras’ hole. Snake was already leaking and he took a moment to smear the precum against that tight ring of muscle. And with the slightest shift of his hips, that swollen head pressed inside, through the natural resistance until it felt like Tiras’ body was sucking him inside.

Dark eyes rolled back and a loud moan sounded as his cock sank into that searing heat. Tiras’ felt impossibly tight around him and, for a second, he couldn’t breathe. It was like Tiras was made for his dick, gripping it so perfectly. Once he was fully seated, Snake panted for breath but opened his eyes to peer down the incubus with hungry eyes.

“How do you like it?” Slow and steady? A fast, hard fuck? What would Tiras like best?

Nam would argue that he's now only half feral at best! He'll never be truly domesticated, but it seems that his days of being fully feral are long since gone.

"I've been known to aimlessly wander and enjoy it." It's perhaps not aimless wandering in the way the phoenix may mean, but it still in just that in the strictest meaning of the idea. He gives himself boundaries, distances he won't often travel outside of. He wanders within those limits, but can it really still be called that at that point? Even still, aimless wandering inside of a home seems perfect for him.

"Someone needs to watch over my home. Who'd do it in my absence? A lowly pigeon?" He cants his head ever so slightly to one side and raises a single brow. He can't help but laugh quietly, then, at the bird's huff as he takes holds of the offered arm. Despite how things might often appear between them to onlookers, he'd also like others to know that he's the phoenix's companion for the evening.

The phoenix is the only one permitted to posses him.

What Nam considers to be wandering is vastly different from Gaja’s idea of it. There are no boundaries for the phoenix. His travels take him across the globe, to the most rural countrysides and the busiest cities! Humans are ever-changing creatures and there’s always something new and exciting to catch Gaja’s interest.

But Nam is exciting, too, in a way that other people and places cannot be. Nam is the light that beckons Gaja home. He never feels more comfortable than when he’s with his dragon.

“I wouldn’t dream of spending my time watching over a river! In case you’ve forgotten, I am a creature of fire.”

But he’s happy when Nam takes his arm and leaves the table, food forgotten. “I understand our host has a magnificent garden,” Gaja pauses to glance at Nam from the corner of his eye. “Though, I don’t know if an old crocodile can appreciate flowers.”

"I likely can. I don't need to feed very often and your blood is far stronger than what I usually drink." He was old enough now that he mostly just drank every night because he felt like it. He could easily go a couple weeks or perhaps longer if he wished to. And he would do so gladly just for the chance to only ever drink from his lover from now on. After all no one else could ever satisfy him now.

"I would prefer to only subsist on you if you would allow it. I have no desire to drink from another ever again at this point."

Sam was all too happy to shed his clothes, shuddering when cool air touched his skin. But as soon as he was naked, he was back to tasting his mate all over again, moving his mouth along his body and letting his tongue dart out here and there to get a better taste. Then he sighed happily and pressed more kisses along his body until he was between his legs.

Lifting him up to make sure Matthias would have his head against the pillows, he ran his tongue over that cock. Smiling at the flavor of him, he nuzzled his cock once before taking him between his lips so start sucking slowly to work him nice and hard.

Wait. When was the last time someone had asked him how he liked it? Even with Su-jin he was fairly certain he'd told him how he liked it. And with meals he just used his abilities on them to make them give him everything that he wanted. They didn't really, well, get a choice? Tiras got what he wanted and that was that.

These days he did let Su-jin have more control to decide if he felt like being rough but not always. Tiras was a very stubborn creature at times. Almost all the time really.

So no. He really couldn't remember the last time someone had asked him. And that threw him off for a moment. For a brief flash he wasn't the ancient creature that he actually was. Instead he was the innocent young thing years ago who hadn't figured out what he was and was almost scared of what he was. He was corrupting this young man for his own purposes. Was it right?

Why did he care?

Then he grabbed him to pull him in for a kiss, only wanting to think about how that dick felt inside him, how good Snake tasted. He didn't want to think about these weird feelings that kept cropping up about his pet. Because he didn't have feelings. He was ice cold except for Su-jin.

That was...how it was?

He pulled back from the kiss to gaze up at Snake. "Fuck me..."

Oh, it’s inevitable that in their time together Matthias hadn’t seen most if not all of Sam’s body. But seeing him now, like this? Intentionally disrobing in front of Matthias’ hungry gaze, sharing every inch of himself with the intent to do so, it made his pulse race and stirred his desire. It’s barely more than a glimpse before Sam’s upon him.

Matthias’ head falls back under the onslaught of those eager lips on his skin. His hands darted out, palms moving across those broad shoulders and over his biceps. When Sam moved too low for that to continue, Matthias’ tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair, instead.

Already he savored Sam’s weight above him. He squirmed and writhed, sighing liberally, moaning when the wolf’s mouth found somewhere particularly sensitive. As he moved lower, Matthias parted his legs to make more room for him, shivering with anticipation the closer Sam’s devilish mouth got to his cock.

And once that hot, wet tongue dragged along his dick, Matthias’ fingers clenched in Sam’s hair and he moaned out loudly. Matthias, unsurprisingly, wasn’t shy or reserved in his pleasure. He choked on rattling moan the moment he found himself enveloped in the wet heat of his wolf’s mouth. He wasn’t hard to start, but the more Sam played with him, the more he filled. Once he was fully erect, Matthias rocked his hips, pushing himself further into that delightful mouth.

“Ahh,” he sighed out, lifting his head off the pillow to watch Sam’s head bobbing and his cock disappearing between his lips. “Su-bin…”

There are times when Nam wishes he could see and experience the new and exciting ways the humans have changed the world around him. He's gotten tastes of it in his far less interesting travels, and Gaja has been kind enough to tell about the world when he's decided to ask, but it still gives him little idea of what the world at large is like. His own imagination can only take him so far when he doesn't know what he's trying to imagine.

No, he doesn't get to see the changes the humans make to the world around them, he just gets to see the changes the humans have undergone, themselves. It's not been a pleasant experience. Not for the dragon.

"A creature of fire with one of water on his arm!" Fire and water. A combination that shouldn't work. Two creatures who should be opposed to each other, but instead care deeply for one another. Creatures who should be glad to be separated, but miss each other when they are. A combination that shouldn't work but does.

"I'm sure I can appreciate the flowers far better than some silly bird can. Take me out to see them."

Even drunk with desire, Snake couldn’t overlook that change in Tiras’ face. For an instant, he wondered if he’d done something wrong by asking… But as soon as the thought entered his head, Tiras was pulling in him for another searing kiss. It burned Snake’s doubts away and he pressed down to return that kiss with fervor.

He panted for breath when Tiras pulled away, so lost in all of him. Those greedy kisses, his hands in his hair and on his body, the way his body gripped his cock so perfectly as though it were made only for Snake. His tongue darted out over his lips and he nodded.

“Okay,” he barely managed to breathe out.

Snake shifts above the incubus, pulling out entirely so he can experience penetrating him once again. A deep groan rattles in his chest as that slender body yields to him, stretching to accept him into that tight channel. He sinks in deep in one smooth thrust, burying himself inside Tiras before snapping his hips back. He nearly pulled out again, just nearly. Each thrust continued thus, hard and deep, getting the maximum amount of friction every time.

“I will allow it,” Iseul began. “But you must promise me that you will not suffer for it. It would not sit well with me if you starved on my account. Swear it to me, my angel.”

Iseul was deadly serious as he peered at the vampire. Yes, he would accept Damian feeding only from him. But he would not knowingly cause him any suffering.

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