March 19, 2024 | Trophy's Stupid Sandcastle

 Trophy's ears drooped sadly as he trudged into the room. "Me builded sandcastle from fancy purple sand... But me can't show anyone. Everyone hate it because me STUPID!"

Threnody stared at her brother. "... Yeah, can't argue with that."

Token held out his paw for a fist bump. "Hella legit bro, pound it."

Pall "Where is it so I can trash it?"

Trophy, outraged "WHY NO ONE ASKS TO SEE IT!?"

Trinket "Because you said you can't show anyone. We're respecting that decision. Except Pall."

 

Zhang left the room for a moment and after a few moments he appeared with a fancy cane with gold on the top. Which he used to straight start whapping Trophy over the head.

 

Token "AY, AY! Is you keeping your pimp cane strong? Get away from my stupid idiot brother!"

 

"WHAT!!??? HE WANTS TO ACT LIKE A LITTLE STUPID ASS HOE!!!!!!" Zhang shouted back though he looked like he was going to bust up laughing at this point.

 

Pall licked a forepaw and turned the page of the book he was reading. "You know, the reason nobody builds sandcastles with Trophy anymore is because, the last time someone tried, he used it as a litter box, ran away, and played dead for the rest of the day. None of us want a repeat of that experience."

 

"Eeewwwww what the fuck Trophy!!!???!" Z-Dog immediately making a face.

"I don't even know how to respond to that...." Zhang making a face.

"Damn he's at it again!!??? Yo we were gonna use actual sand but every fucking time I went to add onto it he got mad and did it HIMSELF!!!!" Lyle put in having just shown up.

 

Trophy lying on his back with his paws in the air. "WHY I HAVE NO FRIENDS!? NOBODY LOVES ME, EVERYONE HATES ME! ME GO BUILD MY OWN CASTLES BY MYSELF AND YOU NOT INVITED BECAUSE YOU ALL HATE ME ANYWAY!"

Threnody rolling her eyes, putting her ears back, and charging him, butting him against the wall.

Trophy *AKUMA NOISE!!!!*

 

"Ok good chat!!!" Z-Dog mused grinning.

 

Trinket "Wanna see the new guns we just got?" Completely ignoring the drama and skipping around excitedly.

 

"Now THAT actually sounds fun, count me in!" Z-Dog

"Did someone say guns!?" Lyle immediately perking back up.

16 March 2024 | Pony Get-up

 [Hey darlin. Still got that pony getup?]

From. Miles phone

To. Cygnets phone

 

Cygnet blinked at her phone, processing the text. She'd just woken up for a nap and had a bit of a headache, but she popped a couple pain pills and wrote back,

[Why?]

 

[You looked fuckin hot. 😏]

"You sure you're good? That shit had to hurt" Lyle was asking as he sauntered over to where Miles was just now sitting on a stack of boxes on the landing strip looking more than a bit annoyed.

"No shit Lieutenant fucking obvious!" Miles smarted at him knowing Lyle was probably still at least inwardly laughing after watching Miles get dumped off his Ikran like he had.

 

Cygnet blinked and rubbed her eyes. [It's just a tail plug, but thank you.]

After a moment, she sent a follow-up message. [I also have a saddle and a bit, though, if you want to see them.]

 

[Do you really? Damn, fuck yeah bring em ;)]

By the time that message was sent most of the Recoms were in the living area of the Barracks drinking. They had a game of beer pong going which was currently being played between Z-Dog who'd won two now and Lopez who was giving her a run for her money finally with both of them near tied.

Most of them were crowded near the table watching or fetching balls or talking loudly except Prager and Mansk in one corner who were sharing a joint instead, Walker was grinding to the music on Fike and then Miles was sitting on the counter further back near the kitchen nursing his own personal bottle of rum as he watched in amusement. Z-Dog finally missed and went groaning and flipping off the male grabbing her cup and downing it.

 

The dragons were sitting near the table watching, too, with Token (of sound mind and clean bootihole) running commentary and Trophy chiming in every so often in Trophynese.

Cygnet had been in her room, reading for once, and had-- grateful for the accident-- left her volume on. She grinned as she heard it chime, wider when she saw the return message. Then she hopped off her bed and gathered the costume, plus a riding crop, put them in a bag, and scampered over to the party.

 

"Ooooooohhhhhhh!!!!!" Lyle went hooting as ball Lopez had bounced went slipping right into Z-Dog s cup. "DOWN THE HATCH!" He continued moving to push the cup at the females face before grabbed it and went chugging it down before belching loudly it his face.

Meanwhile Lopez was doing a little victory dance "TAKE THAT ZEE!!! And I'm already shit faced, I can't see shit!" He mused cockily like he hadnt even been trying. Grabbing the last two cups he had left he went chugging one after the other.

"Bro! You didn't have to drink the .... Ok .... Nevermind" Ja started a bit what the fuck at Lopez before shaking his head and moving to grab more beers. "aight who's next!? Lyle you gonna stop being the mother fucking shit talking cheerleader?!"

"Bitch I started this shit!" Lyle slurred back smartly from where he'd gone to grab a cigarette from Miles pack on the counter.

"Yeah, but Brown and Z-Dog went first. What? You're scared to miss?" Miles remarked raising an eyebrow.

"Pfffttt I ain't miss shit with a pair of a balls" Lyle mused back almost immediately before laughing.

"Oh come on Lyle, quit bein a pussy and let me clap them cheeks!" Lopez mused from his side of the table where he was leaning and definitely looking pretty fucked up.

"Ya? You sure you can finish that much more without puking mother fucker! Cause imma hit every single one!" Lyle called back pointing at the other as he finally headed over to the other side where Zhang was setting up that set of cups.

And such went the scene and by the time Cygnet got there Lyle was already hitting his third in a row of Lopez's cups.

 

"Clap cheeks, clap cheeks!" Trophy chanted, clapping his front paws together gleefully. Threnody groaned and covered her eyes with her tail, then stood up, stretched, and walked in a little circle till she'd curled up perfectly in Nathaniel's lap, burying her face in his shirt and trying to close her ears.

Cygnet picked her way through the sea of bodies, pointedly avoiding Lyle, and eventually stumbled into Miles's lap. She wasn't wearing the tail plug but she also wasn't wearing anything else, since they weren't in mess hall 🤣🤣🤣

 

Miles sort of snickered as Lyle finally missed and Lopez hooted and started mocking what Lyle had so boldly claimed to begin with. Fucking dipshit he thought before immediately spotting the small female even before she was stumbling into Miles lap after pushing Past a now very confused looking Walker.

"Why is she naked again?" Walker remarked before immediately busting up laughing drunkenly.

"Why is YOU not naked!" Fike slurred at her from behind.

"Woaaah..... Where did you come from?" Miles asked actually looking a little amused down at her. And maybe a bit confused, had she been here?

 

Serena chimed in with, "Why is EVERYONE NOT NAKED?!" interspersed with gleeful drunken giggles as she set another ice cube on fire for her absinthe.

Cygnet held up her phone. "You told me to come," she accused him, handing him the bag of fun.

 

"I have no idea, let's change that!!" Walker suddenly just ripping her sports bra off and throwing it back into Fikes face as she continued for the table then spotting Lyle staring immediately went pushing them together and laughing with her tongue out as Fike grabbed her from behind grabbing at them.

Miles had still basically been sort of grinning, one arm already around her when she went showing him her phone. His expression suddenly went completely bland and his ears sort of flattened. Bag now in hand he sort of glanced at her a bit apologetic looking. "I think I'd have preferred almost anything you probably have in your twisted little collection other than this .... I lost my phone this morning" He informed her bluntly and looking a bit apologetic despite he was definitely about to get pissed. Fucking shits thought they were funny apparently.

 

Maze also decided to join the no clothes club, while Trent threw Monopoly money at Faustus attempting to dance on a table.

Cygnet took a minute to process this. "Oh," she said. Then she cupped her hands over her mouth. "HEY, LYLE?" she asked, taking a wild guess. "DID YOU STEAL MILES'S PHONE?"

 

Now in nothing but Batman panties Walker immediately went trying to get on the table "NO ONE WANT TO SEE YOU DA --- " she started at Faustus before immediately yelping as she ended up weighing down the table and sending it tipping for Lyle who backed up into Z-Dog with a what the fuck sort of arm throw.

"MY BEER!!!" Lopez shouted snatching for cups before they could tip.

"What!?? You still haven't found it?!" Lyle then turned glancing over to Miles who looked a bit irritated and Cygnet beside him holding hers.

Meanwhile Miles was eyeing the group over thinking but as he did he spotted Prager and Mansk suddenly keen on staggering up and stumbling for the hallway together.

"Prager!! Mansk!! You leaving already!?" He called at them suddenly giving them a bit of a questioning look.

"I ... Sick.... " Prager slurred dumbly almost immediately.

"Sick..." Mansk immediately added pointing at him like Prager hadn't just said that.

 

"Seriously?" Nathaniel stood up, dumping Threnody off his lap, who jolted with a startled yowl and beat her wings to hover eye-level with Nathaniel.

And then Nathaniel went Naruto running at Prager, headbutting him in the stomach, while the blue dragon tried to stop the fight.

"Get the phone," Nathaniel snapped at her. She stuck her tongue out at him but flew off towards the rooms.

Cygnet shrugged. "Well, Prager was going to be my next guess."

 

"EY EY WHAT THE FUCK!!!!???" Prager at first started shouting but once he'd stumbled into the nearby table he went hissing and grabbing Nathaniel to knee him in the stomach.

As it turned out though, while Nathaniel was trying to get Threnody to help get the phone Mansk had stepped back from Prager and ever so slowly walked himself straight over to where Miles was sitting before pulling the phone out of a pocket and handing it to him. At first still seeming to watch Nathaniel and Prager before finally looking back at Cygnet and Miles who was currently glaring at him with his ears pinned back still. "Look Colonel don't get mad, we were just.... She sent this really weird shit to Prager yesterday so we uh.... I took the phone since we figured hacking it would be more suspicious"

"Yeah too fucking late for don't get mother fucking mad Sergeant dipshit! So you thought it would be fucking HILARIOUS to involve me in you fucks acting like fucking teenagers!!!?" Miles shot back basically slamming his own phone on the counter as he moved to stand finally.

"Weeeell.... " Mansk stoped and glanced over his shoulder then back at Miles before sort of snickering. Yeah he wasn't gonna deny he'd gotten a laugh the entire time right along with Prager. Even if it got him.... YUP! Called it!

Moments after going from slightly guilty to trying not to start full blown laughing again Miles had gone basically pimp slapping Mansk with the back of his fist so hard the males glasses went flying and he was now in Mansks face.

"I SAID DO YOU THINK THIS SHIT IS FUNNY!!!?" Miles shouted, at this point also grabbing Mansk by the collar of his shirt.

"I fucking laughed the whole fucking time actually YA!!!" Mansk replied loudly and almost sounding proud now. He was also still ready when he got decked again, or he at least saw it coming he still staggered a bit a moment getting decked and ran straight into Lyle who gave him a bit of a push. Just enough Mansk being cross faded and now hit so hard his lights were ringing caused him to go falling straight to the ground in a daze before he started laughing again.

"Touch my shit again and next time I'll break yours!" Miles hissed at Mansk from above him before his eyes went straight to Prager and he at first looked like he was gonna say something else but Jesus...... PRAGER!!!!! He probably inwardly was shouting but this time it came out as more of an angry hiss at the male before he turned to grab his phone and his bottle of whiskey and went stomping over to the other side of the room by the sofa so he didn't have to look at their annoying ass faces.

 

Threnody went rummaging through Prager's stuff and couldn't find Miles's phone, so she just decided to curl up and take a nap on his bed instead. She was too sleepy for this bullshit.

Nathaniel coughed and crumpled, but he was able to get up right around the time Miles hissed at Prager, and he went sweeping one foot under Prager's heels, dropping him, then climbed on top of him and started punching him in the face because as far as he was concerned, all the drama over the past few days was Prager's fault.

Cin meanwhile bringing Mansk a beer, not too interested in taking sides, but from what she could tell it had just been a prank.

Cygnet to Miles: "You think I should put the saddle and tail plug on him?"

 

Prager took a good few punches before he got ahold of one of Nathaniels wrists and went biting him on the arm hard before slamming his body up and flipping them over before letting go long enough to spit the blood in Nathaniels face and go slamming a fist into Nathaniels face now instead.

Mansk meanwhile rolled onto his back trying to see straight still and took the beer definitely spilling some of it before it even reached his mouth at all.

Miles seemed to think a bit angrily for a moment but then starting to smirk he got up again. "I'll hold him down" he decided already heading for Mansk.

"Woah woah what!??" Mansk immediately slurred confused seeing Miles and Cygnet heading for him again.

 

Well Nathaniel immediately got a boner at being bitten but the sudden flip and punch took him by surprise. He guarded his face to avoid being hit again but kicked up, hoping to get stomach or groin or something sensitive.

Cin guided the beer and Mansk's head, stroking his hair GENTLY!!! That being said though, she did absolutely nothing to stop Cygnet from rolling Mansk over and saddling him.

Cygnet "Okay he needs less pants for the tail plug. Oh, don't worry, it's been cleaned," she assured him.

 

Prager had continued hitting, at least until another pair of arms went grabbing him from behind and yanking him back. "OKAY!! You two are fucking done!!" Z-Dog snarled and with Ja and Lopez moving between Prager and Nathaniel as she pulled Prager back they finally got them apart.

Prager hissed angrily at the other two males but just sort of chilled when he realized it was Z-Dog . At least until she went pushing him for the hall. "GET! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" She had to add when Prager noticed what was happening to Mansk and looked like he might be dumb enough to go butt in on that.

Speaking of Miles by this point had held Mansks down and was basically laying on him to keep him down and went Cygnet announced she was done with the saddle and pulled out the plug.

"NO!!! MAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!????" Mansk shouted trying to struggle from under Miles still, still and legs thrashing. Which would have been as issue if Lyle had suddenly came up and went snatching his pants and fighting Mansks legs as he ripped them off.

"I GOT EM BOYS!!!!YEEHAH!!!!" Lyle whooped between laughter as he fought to hold Mansks legs.

"WAIT!!! Come on guys I get it I get it!!! IM SORRY JUST STOP!!!!" Mansk was still yelling before crying out when Miles just pushed down on one of his arms.

"I can't hear you!!!" Miles mused back mockingly which only promoted more begging from Mansk and Lyle laughing wickedly.

 

Nathaniel just flopped dazedly, not even bothering to try to get up.

Cygnet looked at the tail plug for a moment and asked, "Hey should I lubricate this first or?"

"Uh, yes?" said Serena. She didn't even know what they were talking about, she just heard "should I lube this" and answered automatically. But then she went tossing Cygnet a little tube of grape lube.

Anyway so then Mansk got to get saddled and wear a tail plug, isn't that exciting?!

Torrent climbing into the saddle and grabbing the riding crop. "Onward!" he demanded, flicking Mansk with it

 

"No!" Lyle had said at the exact same time as Serena had said yes.

Miles meanwhile just laughed at the disagreement and went covering Mansks mouth shushing him like everything was just fine and just muffling the sound of Mansk who went grunting as he tried to clench only to end up crying out as soon as it was being shoved in.

"Yeah buddy save a cowboy, ride a horse!!!" Lyle went busting up laughing soon moving to help Miles up as they both watched Torrent running over to hop on.

"Grab my phone" Miles mused with a smirk and soon was taking the phone from Lyle and was pulling up the camera to film.

Mansk by this point looked completely panicked, cheeks flushed both from drinking and embarrassment and when he felt Torrent jumping on him and using the crop he had starting to push up slightly but just ended up face planting back on the carpet covering his head with his arms.

"Oh come on Torrent the fuck you tapping shit let me see that!!" Lyle mused and went snatching the riding crop from Torrent then before any warning he went smacking Mansk so hard with it Mansk immediately let out a scream and shot up dumping Torrent and suddenly hissing angrily.

"OH HO HO!!!!! HOLD ON TORRENT!!!" Lyle shouted backing up.

Miles had already gone stepping out of the way and grabbed his liquor bottle and was still filming and smirking.

What happened next, whether Torrent was still holding on or not Mansk went angrily tackling Lyle and both went down in a ball of hissing and swinging on the ground by the kitchen bar area knocking over a few of the bar stools in the process.

 

Because Torrent wasn't trying to actually hurt him, that was why! He scrambled up and swung himself back up onto Mansk's saddle. And then another fight cloud like in The Sims occurred with the three of them-- four once Serena went joining in to try to protect Lyle-- rolling around fighting and cussing out each other, taking the furniture with them.

 

Which continued for.... Well basically until Mansk was lay there like a sack of potatoes just done and Lyle had directed full force with Serena in knocking Torrent down then had breathlessly gone grabbing Serena and was pulling her back into him biting at her neck and jumping at her with full on boner.

At some point Miles had stopped filming and gone back to hit the couch and nurse his bottle gone after sending the footage to be with Cygnet and whatever the fuck she worshipped on what she did with it.

Prager has vanished back when the shit show has gotten to much to not jump in and was already tired from fighting Nathaniel thus he'd headed into his room and ended up crashing out in his bed with Threnody.

Even longer ago after falling Fike had gone carrying drunk, naked Walker to bed so they'd missed the best part.

Z-Dog had been popcorn girl for a minute though with way more beer then popcorn and ended up eventually on a couch herself snoring.

Lopez had been damn near seeing double from the very beginning so after breaking up Nathaniel and Prager he'd hit the floor laughing for a time while it had all been happening before rolling over and glomping Nathaniel but was so drunk it hasn't gone very far.

And last but not least this left Ja and Zhang who were the most sober trying to pick up a few things before they actually decided to crash out themselves. Fucking drunks!!!

 

Serena squealed in delight and they were soon enough rolling around on the ground having the time of their lives. Torrent shook it off and awkwardly jumped away for a while before he remembered he wasn't in the right form for flying.

Threnody curled up close to Prager and basically nudged her fuzzy blue self into his arms.

Nathaniel snuggled into Lopez too and kind of lazily groped him before going napnap.

The Captain's Wife's Lament - Trent/Daemon

Trent: "Wow, she really doesn't like pirates! 😁"

 

"No Trent, of course not! Poor woman" ~Daemon

 

"I guess they raided her village one too many times! Poor woman indeed! 😕 "

 

"It's both to early and to late Trent please! Enough with the poor woman's seamen" 🤣

 

"I think the seamen belong to the captain, actually, not his wife! 😁 Hey... Daemon? Would you ever provide me with seamen? If I asked nicely? Or would you make me beg?"

 

For a moment Daemon just stared at Trent, was he seriously that absolutely stupid! Or was he playing games now? "Oh I'd definitely make you beg, all night long" he finally replied cleverly, managing to somewhat fight the smirk that was on his face long enough to saying it but then after he was soon snickering and shaking his head. Why was he like this!!?

 

"You'd only make me beg for one night?" Trent asked, surprised. "Should I thank you for your generosity and mercy... or should I ask if you've gone soft already?"

 

Hearing this Daemon's jaw dropped as he looked at Trent in a mixture of shock and amusement. This mother fucker had been faking it!? Moving a quick hand he soon went smacking Trent over the back of the head as he stood up "Soft!? ..." He then scoffed in disbelief moving to step around the chair only suddenly turn. Moving so he was leaning over Trent's shoulders from behind he moved his slowly around the others neck, briefly letting his hand slip beneath the folds of the others scarf to brush skim with his fingers. "If this is your new way of trying to get me going I hope you can wait an eternity for that request. Because I surely can" He whispered before moving to lightly nip at Trent's ear. Then pulling away just as suddenly he turned to head off a rather clever smirk on his face.

 

Well, there were some things Trent understood and some to which he remained oblivious, but Daemon's actions sure got his attention!

"Careful," he warned. "You don't want to confuse me with Nathaniel or Serena." He dropped his voice to a silken whisper. "I'm not a masochist and my submission only goes so far." He was, however, accustomed to playing the long game when it came to waiting for sex; he'd even been complimented on his endless patience once or twice. Daemon's little ear nip earned him a smirk in return as a mischievous glint twinkled in Trent's sage-green eyes. He brushed the back of his hand lightly across the front of Daemon's trousers. "Oops...."

 

Daemon paused the moment he heard the other speak, mistake as it left him immediately open to Trent's teasing as well. Biting his inner lip his eyes remained away for a moment before he took a breath. Well, he had started it so if he wished to play such games so be it! See who would actually crack first!

"Not a masochist? Well, you'd have had me fooled, seems to me you're just itching for punishment" He replied finally lingering close enough he was standing over the other, hand catching Trent by the chin but only lightly so he could then gently trace his fingers down the others jawline. "So tell me.... How much are you willing to bed?"

 

Trent smiled gently at the light touch. Daemon could be so sweet when he wanted to be.

"I'll bed you any time you'd like," he murmured. "You may have others to turn to... and so do I." He chuckled. "In fact, since I'm pretty sure they're seeing each other, we could make the next one a foursome." He ran the back of his hand up and down Daemon's crotch before turning his hand over and palming the area, giving just a little squeeze. "What do you think, Your Grace?" he whispered cheekily.

 

Well talk about a way to redirect. For a moment Daemon paused, looking as if unsure of how to react, at least until Trent all to bluntly finished his thought. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips again, a small sound muffled quickly as he bit his bottom lip fighting how turned on Trent was getting him. Already his cock was hardening in the others touch. Eye's closing for a moment he took a slow breath before looking down to Trent again. "If that is something you and the two of them desire I see no reason we cannot enjoy each other .... At once" He replied all to easily. Wouldn't be the first he'd ever done such a thing, could be quite fun.

 

Trent pounced on that little noise and barely waited for Daemon to finish his sentence before pulling him close and kissing him fiercely, nipping at his lip for emphasis. He wanted Daemon, foursome or not, and damn if he wasn't going to make it known! His groping also became more insistent as he just about slid his hand down Daemon's trousers to feel him better.

 

Eye's closing as Trent captured his lips he hardly bothered to suppress the pleasured purr the sounded from the back of his throat at being touched, even less so when Trent went nipping him. Moving down he was soon in Trent's lap, snaking an arm about the others neck and shoulders, lips melding against the others just as fiercely and his other hand moving to unbutton his pants a good amount before he all but grabbed Trent's hand guiding it into his pants.

 

Trent's grip was firm as he began to stroke Daemon eagerly and without hesitation. He was more practiced at doing this with others than with himselfー he'd always had someone to do this for him, actuallyー and he knew how to bring pleasure. He moaned hungrily into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Daemon's, fisting Daemon's silky blond hair in his hand and giving a little tug.

 

Letting out a gasp against against Trent's lips as his hair was tugged Daemon's body tensed a bit, hips pushing lightly against Trent's grip on his cock. Hand moving to push his trousers down bit more he meanwhile moved his other hand along Trents shoulders, pulling at his scarf and sliding his hand beneath it so it soon met the soft skin and lean shoulder muscles of the other male. Then all to suddenly his teeth found Trent's lip again biting a bit roughly giving it a slight tug holding it between his teeth before letting it go and letting out another moan.

 

At that, Trent took off his scarf entirely and, echoing Daemon's moans, gently tugged Daemon's hands behind his back and tied them with the scarf. He grinned lasciviously and arranged Daemon so that his chest met Daemon's back and Daemon's legs were outside of his own. Then he held Daemon leaning in place with one arm and reached around to fondle him with his other hand. He lay hungry kisses and nibbles along Daemons neck, resisting the urge to grind up against him.

 

Feeling Trent beginning to shift to pull his scarf off and then take ahold of arms, Daemon first paused staring with an expression of uncertainty however he didn't stop him and soon that expression had changed into a soft lustful look before he was being pulled so his back was against Trent's chest. Squirming a bit against the other to kick his trousers off he soon tilted his head letting out bit of a louder moan than before as the others lips found that sweet spot on his neck. "Fuck... Trent" He gasped, toes slightly curling as his abs tightened and his hips pushed him forward into Trent's hand again and the back into Trent's lap and, his hands. A small smirk drifted across his face well before he'd done it of course. Just the mere thought.... However he was suddenly moving his hands, a bit slyly at first between moaning and fighting how bad he was quivering at Trent's constant attention to his own cock. Finally though one hand found a spot and as his hand hand was suddenly lightly grasping at Trent's Cock through his pants, another cheeky smirk crossing his face between soft moans.

 

Trent had been about to praise Daemon for saying his name, but at the blond's cheeky actions, a smirk tugged his own lips as he stopped what he was doing entirely and slapped Daemon's hands away.

"No, bad!" he scolded. "This is for you."

 

All to quickly as Trent stopped Daemon let out a whine, shifting a bit in Trent's arms be cast the other a rather pouty expression. "But, what if I want more of you?" He replied teeth soon grazing his lip as he shifted his hips to push back against Trent again growing ever frustrated with how extremely turned on he already was.

 

Trent chuckled and whispered in Daemon's ear, "Then you'll have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait... after all, have I not been a good and faithful squire? I've never hesitated to give you exactly what you want before now... and now I am telling you I will give you what you want when I want to." He gently, with a feather-light touch, traced a pattern on Daemon's balls, pretending absentmindedness. "You are not allowed to touch me until I say so. Is that clear?"

 

Daemon's eyes went down to Trent's hand and his own hard cock for a moment, a small whimper soon escaping the back of his throat as he closed his eyes and let his head drop against Trent's shoulder. Desperately fighting the urge to squirm about at the others touch. "Fuck, ok! Yes! Have it your way... Have me, your way" he moaned out in response finally.

 

Trent chose not to point out that that was the catch phrase of a fast food venue back home. "Good," he whispered instead, giving the other's ear a light nibble. He went back to stroking Daemon, biting his own lip and steadying his breath against the rush of arousal this brought him. He buried his face in Daemon's neck and breathed in the unique scent of the man in his lap, then gave him a teasing kiss and a nip. Reaching down to cup Daemon's balls, he also began sucking at the man's neck, pressing and swirling his tongue on the spot to increase the sensation.

 

Eyes closed again and mostly settled Daemon let out a soft gasp as Trents hand moved to continue fondling his balls. Head tilting to allow Trent to fully go at the side of his neck he then sucked in a few quick breaths at the other males nips a bites. God the others touch was near intoxicating at this point. After being teased at and played with like Trent had every nerve in his body was on full alert, shivers of ecstasy running up and down his spine caused him to quiver and tense against the other and by this point both in encouraging the others touch and go steady himself on the others lap he'd moved to spread his legs a bit more, one foot on the other wooden chair close by and the other draped over the arm of the seat they were in.

 

As soon as Trent felt Daemon starting to shake in pleasure, he pushed the blond off his lap and knelt behind him, gripping his hair and more or less gently pushing his face into the floor. He tightened the scarf tying Daemon's hands and pulled Daemon's hips up. Then he took off his own trousers, fumbled in one pocket for a small tube of lubricant, oiled up three fingers, and worked them inside Daemon's ass, teasing and torturing both, stopping just short of his prostate.

 

Moving at Trent's urging he was soon on his knees, teeth biting into his lower lip as he felt Trent's hand tangle into the back of his hair pushing him down. Honestly if it had been anyone else he probably would have gotten mad, afraid to hit his face on the floor which wouldn't have been so nice of a feel. Yet, in all of this Trent seemed to be taking enough care not to do something like that so really he was fairly relaxed as his head met the floor. His breaths coming in soft gasps with every sensation, the feeling of Trent tightening the scarf holding his hands, grabbing his hip with a firm hand. All to soon Daemon was arching his back, welcoming the fingers that soon went slipping inside of him. Eye's closing again he let out a moan, his ass perking up more a bit desperately seeking the attention Trent was giving. Still the other was moving slow, purely teasing him and it was beginning to drive him crazy. Letting out. Whine his head shifted a bit to look back at the other face riddled in ecstasy as his eyes locked onto Trent for a moment before fluttering closed again. "Mmm harder, deeper, please Trent I can't take it anymore" He whimpered finally between moans.

 

Trent leaned down and placed a sweet little kiss to Daemon's cheek.

"Well, since you said 'please,' he murmured. He pulled his fingers out, wiped his hand on his discarded trousers, lubricated his cock and slowly, agonizingly, worked at stuffing himself deep inside his liege. He gave Daemon a moment to get used to him before beginning to move, taking a deliberately slow pace.

 

Daemon let out a soft moan in response to Trent's sudden gentle kiss and soft words. God he knew just that fine line to walk of keeping Daemon feeling like Trent's dirty fuck hole yet worshipped like a damn king all at once. How the hell did he even manage that!? Then came the wait, by the time Trent was lining up to push in Daemon was a squirming mess again, back arching as he moaned out desperately. God why was he being so purposely frustrating!!! Once Trent was mostly in and begining to slowly moved in and out of him Daemon moved attempting to shift back enough to press Trent's cock in deeper. "Fuucck!" He gasped out finally eyes opening for a moment as he let out a few heavy breaths.

 

Trent chuckled and leaned down, bracing himself on one arm while reaching round to wrap the other hand round Daemon's throat, squeezing the sides just enough to thrill but not enough to hurt. "Good," he whispered. "You like this, don't you, Daemon? Feeling me inside you like this?"

 

Feeling Trent's cock pressing deeper into him as their bodys pressed together Daemon let out another moan, one that merely turned to a gasp as he felt Trent's hand on his throat. Eye's opening again for the moment he quivered, gasping out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fuck Trent! I love you deep inside of me!" He moaned out between heavy breaths, eyes closing again as he let out another longer moan now.

 

Trent stilled for a moment, stunned, before his brain processed the rest of Daemon's sentence. Then he moved a bit harder, rougher. "Music to my ears," he purred, nuzzling at Daemon affectionately. He'd wanted to do this for so long, and it felt more perfect than he could have imagined. Daemon's body was so willing, so welcoming. Trent hadn't had to jump through an extraordinary number of hoops to get here. It was simple, sweet ecstasy.

 

Feeling Trent begin to speed up Daemon was soon gasping and moaning even louder. Nolonger even slightly holding back the sheer sounds of pleasure and at this point simply letting himself shake with ecstasy against the others hold on him. Eye's closed and stomach muscles tightening on and off the closer he felt himself getting to finishing. "Fuck don't stop... Uhhh fuck Trent!! " He soon went crying out.

 

Trent obliged him, nestling as close as he could while still pounding into Daemon, loving those noises he made. He could tell Daemon didn't want him to be overly gentle, nor did he want to be. So he let himself relax, using Daemon's body for his pleasure, for both their pleasure, and it wasn't long until Trent's own body was quivering, barely holding back.

 

Gasping breaths coming with every second by this point Daemon could hardly keep it together anymore. Not with the Trent only moved to press in closer, his cock slamming into him so hard all he could do was quiver and moan in response, legs damn near shaking beneath him and threatening to lose their ability to hold him up at all. Thankfully he didn't doubt if he did slip Trent had him in a tight enough hold he'd not hit the floor. Well hearing the other labored breaths and feeling his movements beginning to grow more quick and ridgid Daemon was betting the other was close. Close enough he didn't have to last any longer himself. Eyes closing completely again he let out a sudden loud moan, his abs tightening and his body beginning to tense he was soon letting out a series of uncontrollable noises, body shaking against Trent's hold as his cum shot out and onto the floor and inner legs. His noises hardly stopping as he rode it out to Trent's cock still pounding into him.

 

Trent's own orgasm wasn't far behind, but he held it back just a bit as he rubbed Daemon's cum into his thighs and balls, whispering degrading things into his ear punctuated by soft kisses and little nips. The heady feelings of finally getting to sleep with Daemon!, of having this powerful man quaking beneath him, of being able to bring him to heel and humiliate him like this-- all of that built up until Trent couldn't take it any longer. Stars burst from behind his eyes as he came, loud, immodest, back arching almost painfully as he roughly thrust into the other.

AU Vaemond's CS

General Info.

Name. Vaemond Valaryon

Nickname. None

Race: Valyrian

Home description. Depends in this verse

Siblings. Corlys Valaryon

Occupations. Mechanic, Drag Racer

Hobbies. Cars definitely. Guns another big one.

Music taste. Mixture or Rap and Metal

Favorite foods. CHEESE… Pizza, Chips, Nachos…. Literally eating plain cheese while cooking type of person.

Favorite weather. Cool and clear

Appearance.

Height. 5.9

Weight.185

Hair color. White

Hair style. Dreads

Eye Color. Dark brown

Scars. Several scattered chest down

Tattoos. None

Piercings. None

Usual dress style. Comfortable? He's not one to really care so long as it's not to tight.

Favorite clothing. Sweat and a t-shirt duh

Personality.

Temperament. Moody, LOUD, Reserved and a bit of a glass half empty sort. Bit of a shit starter around his own family or when he's drunk. Short tempered, sensitive, definitely can't take what he dishes out in most cases. The entire world know when he's mad or even slightly upset. Though as sensitive as he is about shit he's usually fairly easy to talk to and understanding of others.

Habits. Jumping to conclusions almost immediately at times even over simple shit

Quirks. His need to over exaggerate… like everything

Fears. Spiders, and almost any bug that bites.

Skills. Decent war tactician when he actually thinks. Far better however at things involving stealth missions. Also pretty smart when it comes to working with his hands having done a good bit of blacksmithing work before which transferred to this AU in the form of learning mechanics and working with different weapons.

NSFW section.

Gender. Male

Sexuality. Bisexual

Relationships of past or present. none notable

View on love? Doesn't exist. Child's fantasy. The real world is far more grim.

View on sex? Make babies, get pleasure everyone does it right?

Physical type? Has a thing more masculine women and the same goes for dudes. But he also won't turn down anyone for a one-night stand so long as you don't look like a troll.

Type of personality or other things attracted to? Quieter, more serious types. Probably because it's everything he's not and getting them riled or making them laugh is amusing for him. Until it's not… 🤣

First time information. His aunt and uncle while drunk off his ass one night.

Role in the bedrooms. Sub leaning Switch.

Vanilla, Rough or kinky? Rough and wild.

View on cheating and have they ever? Yeah sometimes it's needed given the fact he's used to dealing with his ex-wife. But not on someone he's actually into.

How do they spend Valentine’s day? Drunk as a mother fucking skunk

Would they ever sleep with someone or be with someone for money or possessions? Definitely considering where he's from. That nearly normal to him. Take some, give some right?

If my muse saw a shrink.

Most notable trauma. Nearly being beaten to death as a kid while traveling with his mother.

Physical diagnosis. None

Mental diagnosis. Probably some sort of depression and PTSD

Drug addictions. None

Rap sheet. Drunk driving. Assault

Unconvicted crimes. Assault

 --

Serena: YAY, we're the same height! And I made fondue!

 "Are you attempting to butter me up? Believe me after last night there's no need" Vaemond replied with a bit of a flirtatious tone. "But bring the food over here I'm hungry!"

 "No, silly! This is a thank-you for last night. Also, I really like cooking. You'll learn that!" Serena chirped as she wheeled the fondue and various foods for dipping over to him. "Okay, so this side is the cheese fondue, with meat bits and veggies and pota-- well, potatoes are a vegetable too, aren't they? And then this side is chocolate, and there's strawberries and bananas and-- well, you can see." She looked very pleased with herself as she sat next to him and artfully arranged some little bamboo skewers.

re: Daemon peeing on Helena

 Helena: "you're... lucky? you didn't pick the one of us who's into that."

"Mmm well considering I only dislike you so far.... Point invalid" Daemon remarked in a smart-ass tone.

"I'm the only one you dislike so far, or the only thing you feel towards me so far is dislike?" Helena asked, being pedantic for literally no reason

Daemons eyes rolled and he muttered something very clearly in a strange tongue beneath his breath. "Both.... Now, be a good girl and go be obnoxiously dull old maid somewhere else" He replied all to smartly, hand moving to gesture dismissively at her.

Serena: Where's your nearest whorehouse?

"Depends.... What are you looking for? Exotic? Men? Women?" Daemon replied from where he sat playing with a nail.

"A job, actually. My follow-up was going to be, 'Are they hiring?'"

"Ah, well, I could introduce you to someone if you wish. I'm sure she'd welcome the help" He replied finally looking up at her.

Serena nodded. "Yeah, as long as the clientele is okay with... Gosh, how would you say it here?" *gonna be lazy and say she explains the thing*

Daemon actually rose a brow and began to chuckle after a moment. "She has a few of those .... She runs the more exotic house in the city. Foreigners and ... Those of different, genders" He replied bluntly moving to sit back in his seat arms folding over his chest.

Serena nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. "Good. Okay. Let me fix my makeup and then show me the way."

Head slightly cocking to the side Daemon noted her current mood rather quickly, though for now he merely nodded "Ok... Go ahead. I've got time" he added the last bit with a faint chuckle.

She nodded and left for a minute.

Trent smiled faintly at Daemon. "Under your rough exterior, you're a nice person," he decided.

Sort of bristling when he heard Trent's voice and noticed he was standing there Daemon heaved a bit of a sigh. "I've no idea what you mean?" He replied with a bit smartly moving to lean back in the chair he sat again, going back filing at a nail with a sort of blackened stone looking thing.

"Neither does he," said Nathaniel.

"What? What's wrong?" Trent asked.

Looking between them both Daemon merely rolled his eyes "I'm perfectly fine. Unless it is Nathaniel you mean. In which case perhaps the stick got wedged to far up his ass today. I hear that's painful business" He remarked all to casually with a tiny smirk.

Nathaniel snorted and rolled his eyes. Trent smiled at Daemon.

"You're pretty when you smile," he said.

"Wow, that's one I haven't heard before exactly. Aren't you simply charming" He replied with a hint of flirtation in his tone.

Trent smiled back at him uncertainly. "Am I?" he asked hesitantly. "I've tried... before. Flirting. It fell flat."

Daemon paused, finally moving to toss the stone onto the nearby table before snickering "No actually it's a bit ... Well you seem more like you're trying to hard. But it's cute I'll give you that" He replied with a bit of a shrug moving to stand from his seat finally as he was getting a bit stir crazy.

Trent's smile grew a bit more confident. "You think I'm cute?" he asked eagerly, striding over and taking his hand.

"Well..." Daemon glanced briefly down to where the other had grabbed his hand before slightly smirking and letting his eyes move back up to Trent. "That is what I said.... " He clarified with a chuckle.

Trent leaned over and kissed Daemon's cheek shyly. He normally wasn't one to make the first move... unless watching someone constantly was a move... but he was realizing life was short.

And on the cheek!? Daemon, expression was probably fairly unreadable as Trent moved to do that, his eyes soon moving to Trent he smirked. Moving his hand so that his pointer briefly brushed downwards over Trent's chin he snickered. "Yeah definitely cute" He remarked before moving to start off only pausing long enough to lean in whispering in Trent's ear. "Now, whenever you're ready to step it up a notch. I'll be waiting" He purred, in such a whisper it was obvious what he meant as he'd started for the doorway to go make sure he had at least a few available horses to help deliver Serena to his friend at the brothel.

Smiling-- softer than usual-- at the compliment, Trent leaned forward, as if for another kiss, and whispered, "I'm free tonight if you are." (and we can fade to black on that bc if I try to write a sex scene it will look like it came out of My Immortal)

Serena cleaned her face, wiped her tears, and put on fresh makeup. She was relieved to hear that her particular situation wouldn't be unheard-of at this brothel Daemon was going to take her to. She'd been dying for a fuck. To be more precise, she'd been craving the touch of one man in particular. He was good at saying what he thought she wanted to hear and tossing a hug her way once in a while, but she knew, and hated to admit, that he wasn't as interested in her as he'd been in his previous girlfriends. She'd spent a month putting off the advances of a gorgeous, attentive man, had thought-- hoped-- that *her* (for lack of a better word) lover would come for her and bring her back home. She even thought she might have hallucinated at some point that he had, but...

"Daemon," she said as she came out, half-dazed and somewhat lost in thought, "do you believe we make our own destiny or that people-- lovers and the like-- are written in the stars?"

A reassuring squeeze to Trent's arm.... As much confirmation as Daemon had given the other male before he'd made it just outside to where his horse had been tied. After giving an order to one of his men who patrolled this part of the keep a second horse had been brought and was waiting when Serena had finally appeared.

 Daemon now perched in the saddle, and holding the reigns in one hand rose an eyebrow. An interesting question to be sure, but perhaps it explained her clear mood. "Nothing is written in the stars ... Not for people like you. Or people like me for that matter. And certainly not love" He replied, all to bluntly. Perhaps not something most women would have loved to hear but it was the truth, and Serena also wasn't most women. Offering her the reigns he gave her a bit of sympathetic look, "Don't let others hold your heart. It'll always end up in ruin" He added finally moving to sit up again and turn his own horse for the direction they'd be going.

"Need help up?" A nearby good cloak questioned. Sort of eyeing her a bit suspiciously.

"Alright," she said thoughtfully as she-- rather absentmindedly-- mounted a horse. "Because my thinking is, if love is written in the stars like Trent thinks it is-- yes, don't... don't get me started on him-- well, then it means that some encounters just aren't meant to be. But if fatalism isn't real and we're all responsible for our own choices, then my ex-boyfriend's... kind of a dick, I guess. I don't like admitting it. As for my heart," she huffed, "I can't help that. I'm certainly no place for my own heart so it might as well belong to someone else."

Hearing her somewhat beginning to ramble her thoughts out loud Daemon actually chuckled, reigning his horse in enough they were soon riding side by side. "Ah, you don't say? Well, I've no idea what it is he has done but if after all of it.... You know the truth is that he's a moron at best, than it clearly wasn't in any stars or meant to be. It was merely a detour you chose to take that unfortunately lead to... You know better than anyone" He replied with a small shrug. Really he hadn't a clue who she meant but from the looks of it, it was done or in the least needed to be considering she'd cried not moments before and was now riding with him to the exotic whore house in the rather slummier parts of Kings Landing.

Serena shrugged. She didn't like what Daemon had to say, but she didn't have the energy to defend the man she still loved, either. "Actually, whoring is just something I do when I'm lonely. I quit for him. It's what I do, I quit when I find someone to keep me company and then I start back up again when I'm neglected." She said it simply and without much emotion. "So tell me about this brothel and your friend who runs it."

Daemon seemed to think after she'd spoke. Perhaps he just didn't understand why she needed to charge for the sex if it was solely to seek comfort but ... He to didn't comment and soon shifted back in his saddle, eyes moving back to her as she spoke again. "Mysaria... She ... She herself is not from here. Which will likely be noticeable when she speaks. She's ran this place for at least six years however, long before I even came back to begin any position in court" He informed her slowing the horse down a small bit as the turned onto a large street, that was seemingly filled with a lot more people. "Her clientele from what I've seen, is mostly my gold cloaks. Mainly because I buy out her entire place a few times a week. The other nights you may see a good amount of sailor's, pirates even. They aren't uncommon given the city port" He added, at least so she knew what she might be getting into as well.

Serena thought Mysaria was a pretty name. She kept her horse close behind Daemon's, listening as he talked about Mysaria and the clientele. "Gee, I've always wanted to do a pirate," she said a little dryly, but not without humor. "Anyway, I hope we get along. I usually don't, you know, with... with women."

Chuckling Daemon shrugged "Women .... Women are, not particularly easy to get along with ever, are they?" He replied, his tone a bit teasingly though he did speak from experience. If anyone could be more frustrating to deal with in his position it was people like Rhaenyra, though he loved her she could be difficult as her mother or Rhaenys his cousin. God forbid anyone angered her.... And that wasn't even getting into things he knew of Mysaria and his wife who, gods she drove him insane.

 

"I've heard some are," Serena replied dryly. "Helena's pretty easy-going, at least with me. Maze has only ever been nice to me. But women like... some of my friends' wives? I can't stand them. From the way you talk about yours, I probably wouldn't be able to stand her either."

 

Daemons eyes rolled a bit at the mention of Helena, but he said nothing on the matter. Not that he could really place why he disliked her so much, perhaps her vague resemblance to someone else? How she seemed to just immediately find him intolerable without much speaking to him but still. And Maze however he would never admit but that one surely had balls bigger than his or any man he knew with how she carried herself. So did she really count?

"Aw yes, she's intolerable at best. But of course should you ever meet her the story would be that I'm the one who's an insufferable cunt. One of the things women always do .... Make themselves out to be the victim and usually everyone believes them" He replied, the last bit a hint smartly as he sort of huffed. Then reigning in his horse as the neared the rather loud sounding building, he nodded to her. "we're here"

 

"That's probably why I don't like them much," Serena agreed.

"Ooh!" she said as they arrived. She dismounted and scampered on in, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings.

 

Daemon merely chuckled and as she seemed to be heading in on her own, he stayed, long enough to tie up both horses at least.

Meanwhile inside the place was a bit quite given the time, but a few moans could be heard from further in. The air of course smelt of sex but several places he'd incense that burned and made the place smell of a soft hint of sage.

"Madam?" A red headed women whispered to a female who frankly looked a bit young for a madam in most cases. Her dark colored eyes moved up to blandly look towards the female who'd walked in a for the moment. She just seemed to look at her questionably.

 

Serena boldly walked over to the two women and introduced herself. "Prince Daemon said you might be so kind as to hire me," she said, with a Trent-grade bright, sweet smile.

 

For a moment the dark-haired woman frowned and then slowly she stood up looking Serena over for a moment before her lips pierced tonight. "Mmm yes, we have plenty who like them young and blonde. Have you any experience?" She asked, though she'd been fairly skeptical of her claims until she caught the sound of heavier footsteps entering and glanced over to see Daemon stepping in, still wearing the light-colored gold cloak and armor from whatever he'd been doing with the city watch prior.

Perhaps why at first a tiny blonde had come walking towards him with a bright seductive smile. Daemons eyes slightly glanced the woman over, who of course was completely naked. Though they soon moved to Mysaria who had a rather annoyed expression and suddenly she hissed. Yes, practically his before waiving a hand at the woman, snapping at her in a language even Daemon wasn't very good at understanding.

The girls quickly nodded, said nothing and turned to move off. Cheeks a bit tinted with embarrassment.

"Really? Need you be so hard on them ? It's not as if you're the only one I've come to see here?" Daemon purred as he moved up his arm snaking about the woman's waste. Again something was muttered in her native tongue, and she rolled her eyes. "When they are new! They must learn! Now, she says you sent her?" She questioned glancing to Daemon before back to Serena, Daemon meanwhile moving up behind her to rest his chin on her shoulder.

"I did indeed" He replied, though now he was clearly distracted nuzzling into her hair from behind, arms laced about her midsection.

 

"Yes, I have three years' experience," Serena said. "Oh, hello!" she greeted the smaller, nude blonde girl, though she didn't expect a response. Daemon seemed pretty popular here, which made sense, considering what he had told her.

She noted the madam's reaction to the girl who'd approached Daemon and filed it away in her brain. /No snuggling up to the prince without the madam's say so, got it./ She nodded to herself. She was pleased to have someone the madame actually seemed to like as a reference; hopefully it would help her in... some... way... yeah, she wasn't too sure where she was going with that train of thought.

"Sh-should I tell her...? Or...?" she asked Daemon uncertainly.

 

"Tell me what?" Mysaria asked, and for a moment she was even nudging Daemon back enough to give him a bit of a stern look as if she was now worried what it was the two hadn't told her.

"What? Tell her what?" Daemon asked, glancing over to Serena as if confused, which frankly he was given he'd already forgotten and had been unable to resist the urge of nuzzling up on Mysaria and becoming for a moment blissfully distracted.

Mysaria’s eyes couldn't have rolled harder honestly, and she was soon looking at Serena. "Well I think you must tell me because he left his brain with the horse" She replied, her tone still fairly tense but Daemon hardly seemed phased. In fact as she had said that he was soon stifling a bit of a laugh.

 

"Oh, God," Serena grumbled dramatically, hiding her face in her hands. This was her least favorite thing to disclose; it always felt awkward. "Yeah. Alright, well...." Fidgeting uncomfortably, she mumbled out the answer.

 

"Well?!" Mysaria nearly seemed to snap. Clearly not very patient on the matter.

Eyes rolling Daemon gave her a nudge and once her eyes had met his he sort of gave her puppy eyes.

Mysaria let out a slow breath and nodded "I'm sorry, please.... Sit... But do continue" She finally said gesturing to the nearby lavish sofa as she pulled from Daemon just enough to take him by the hand and lead him over to join her on the opposite loveseat. The red head only then turning to move away and soon returning with a pitcher of ale to poor in three of the cups that sat on the table. Occasionally glancing curiously at Serena before she'd turned to head off again.

 

"Alright, alright," Serena sighed, sitting. "Yes, so, the last time I did this it was my pimp who disclosed this for me, so I didn't have to worry about it." She made a little face at herself; what was she so worried about? Daemon had specifically said this was an exotic brothel. Continuing on nervously, she finally explained her situation, looking down at her hands, which were folded in her lap, the whole time.

 

"Oh.... Well, I don't see why that was such a big deal" She remarked and for a moment she nearly seemed disappointed. As if she had been expecting some big dramatic reveal. Leaning back and seeming to Relax she moved her hand to Daemons inner thigh beginning to draw circles with a finger as if in thought.

"You can work with me for tonight. I'll see how you do, and we'll go from there. Sound fair?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"See, I told you she'd be agreeable!" Daemon commented as if to merely keep the topic going, one hand snatching ahold of Mysaria’s to stop what she was doing before he ended up there for far too long. As much as he wanted to be he didn't need any rumors about him spending hours midday at his favorite whore house when there were things like trials being held, three executions and a meeting to attend to and that was merely half of it.

"Mostly because he couches for you.... For now we will see" Mysaria added glancing to Daemon who was now standing and smirking a bit knowing she'd definitely started to get him a bit riled up. "Will you be by tonight?" She asked curiously as he'd began to move between them.

"I wouldn't dream to miss it" Daemon mused with a faint smirk before casting a wink to both of them and turning to head for the door again. Damn her! He'd half a mind to turn around and demand something quick but he'd delt with worse and wasn't going to give her the satisfaction!

"Bye bye my prince!" Mysaria mused, her voice a bit of a cheery tease before her eyes went back to Serena and she giggled.

 

This has been a cause of embarrassment for Serena in the past and she visibly relaxed.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," Serena said with a sigh of relief. "Ah, sorry, but... what's your name?" She remembered introducing herself, but not learning the madam's name.

Serena giggled also. "You seem quite close," she observed. "Did you, uh... meet here?"

 

"Mysaria" She replied, finally a bit of a genuine smile on her lips. Even more so as she sat back and for a moment seemed to think. "Yes, while I was still one of the old madam’s whores" she replied with a nod in remembrance.

 

Serena was surprised Mysaria hadn't been madam forever, but then, she reasoned, of course she probably hadn't.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mysaria. Did you get promoted because of seniority, or are you just better at handling people than the others?" She gestured round.

February 21, 2022 | Bad Trip

 Talk about a BAD TRIP! Stumbling threw the thick trees Jacob was running, and running. A hundred percent sure he was actually running from a pack of wolves and definitely not in Montana! His foot caught a branch sticking from the dirt and down he went hard. Conveniently straight out of the thick trees that ran along the side of the highway that ran from Falls end to Missoula.

Tumbling down the slope and slamming into a fallen trunk he lay there for a moment his breath all but knocked out of him. At this point he nearly looked like he'd spent the past three days crawling around the undergrowth of the forest. Which he has, not long after the bad explosion down in the Henbane. Both triggered, hurt and so out of it on the Bliss he'd ended up in a very bad stupor and now twice he'd ended up merely snapping necks of three people he'd come across who'd thought it was smart to approach.

Finally though, he just couldn't move. The howls were dying down and the hallucinations were going quiet around him save for the sound of shouting. Damn it, was Connor still back there?! He couldn't move suddenly, his whole body felt heavy and soon he'd completely lost track of time fading off into a half conscious doze just from pure physical and mental exhaustion.

 

Nathaniel had been aimlessly driving around Montana, needing to get out of the hotel room and clear his head. His friends had been even more insufferable than usual lately; Trent had been parrotting some kind of ridiculous dogma he must have heard around here and Serena was usually either fucking John or talking about when she would next get to fuck John. So Nathaniel had needed to get away from all that. As he was making his way down the main road, he saw someone familiar lying by the side of the road.

"Jacob?" he asked himself. He put his signal on and pulled over, then got out and knelt by the man. Jacob was either asleep or in a daze. Nathaniel did the first thing that came to mind and checked his neck for a pulse.

 

By this point Jacob had almost completely faded out for a moment, yet not enough he didn't feel the others touch. However not being fully awake and after the past few days even if he'd been completely sobered jumpy would have been an understatement. Not to mention as he suddenly pulled back to consciousness he couldn't remember where he even was. Eyes shooting open rather quickly it was only a matter of seconds before he'd snatched Nathaniel by the wrist, and reached to feel for his knife. That, probably lucky for Nathaniel wasn't there. Eyes wide now staring at Nathaniel he sucked in a breath for a moment letting the others wrist go and looking around for a moment looking a bit confused and disoriented his breath however didn't calm. If anything it began to quicken as he took everything in fighting to try to think clearly. What the hell!? Why was he on the side of the road!? What the fuck had happened!? The explosion!? Fuck the Bliss! Even recognizing Nathaniel finally, did little to calm him in that moment and he was soon gasping as his chest began to constrict from the overwhelming rush of fear, panic and confusion.

 

Nathaniel blinked at the sudden grab to his wrist, but didn't utter a noise of protest. He understood why Jacob might not want to be touched just now.

"Good. You're awake," he said, baby blue eyes filled with concern-- which only deepened as Jacob noticeably began to panic! Nathaniel gently rubbed his back. "Hey, stay with me," he said. "Do you know where we are?"

 

Face scrunching up a bit as he fought to breath Jacob merely looked down for a moment. Well, sort of? Fuck! His chest was aching and he felt so disoriented he wasn't positive other than somewhere in the woods judging by what he could see currently. Still he merely nodded eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "Fuck.. " He hissed merely out of desperation for it to stop. He hadn't actually had one of these in so long and it probably didn't help his vision was still a bit wonky from the drugs. "I'm...." He took at least six more rather fast breaths struggling to speak "Ok.. " He managed his hand moving to push at Nathaniel though really he merely ended up fumbling against him before his fist latched onto the others shirt.

 

Nathaniel pulled Jacob against him and held him close, rubbing his back. It was obvious Jacob was having some sort of episode, and Nathaniel had no experience with this kind of thing. He wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted to comfort his friend.

"Okay," he said. "Can you take a slow, deep breath for me?"

He vaguely expected Jacob to push him away and tell him to fuck off, mind his own business, insist he could take care of himself, so he was surprised when the other instead fisted his hand into Nathaniel's grey T-shirt.

Nathaniel cupped the hand that wasn't rubbing Jacob's back over Jacob's hand, thumbing it. "It's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm here," he said quietly, nosing into Jacob's hair lightly, an instinctive gesture of affection.

 

He wanted to, god did he want to but he wasn't exactly in a normal mindset by any means. Eyes closing for a moment he continued to fight to steady his breathing. At this point shivering both from the rush of panic and chills he soon pushed against Nathaniel damn near slumping against him at this point. A few moments past like this, his breath going from heavy gasps to deep forced ones and his other hand eventually going to his chest both out of pain and desperation. God damn it. Things were slowly coming back and he had to fight not to think about it in that exact moment. Especially as his heart rate finally began to drift back to normal his breaths became a bit more even. Eyes drifting to open to stare of at the tree line for a moment he squinted a bit taking another few slowly deeper breaths. "Wher... How .. The fuck are we? What are you doing here?" He finally spoke finally starting to wonder maybe more so how Nathaniel had came across him. Meant he had to have stumbled onto a main road or something right? He vagally remembered maybe hearing cars but it was all trippy fog of uncertainty to what was actually real and what wasn't. He also remembered people he knew couldn't have been there so.... Damn the fucking Bliss!

 

Nathaniel held Jacob as he fought to steady his breathing, continuing to stroke his back as he felt the man shivering against him. In another context, those shivers were delightful. In this... not so much.

When Jacob spoke, Nathaniel was relieved. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. "We're just a few miles outside town," Nathaniel answered. "My car's just there if you want me to take you somewhere. Somewhere other than my room, though. The others are being ...annoying."

February 7, 2022 | Accident? - Nathaniel x Jacob

 [Accident? How the fuck is that an accident?]

Accident? Yeah right the only way he could think the other male had gotten ahold of his number was either one of his own siblings on purpose OR the guy had actually pulled a fast one. Probably on John seeing as he'd have been the easiest to do that shit to. Especially if he'd been drunk arguing with or boning that weird bitch. Eyes slightly rolling Jacob pocketed the phone and moved to push back beneath the truck he was currently working in just outside the front of the old hotel and resort he'd most recently set up as base.

 

[I wish I could give you an answer to that], Nathaniel typed back, equally nonplussed. He had woken up to a Post-It on his phone with a number that said "Text Me!" and, like an idiot, had followed directions. He sent a picture of the Post-It now to the number.

[Does that answer your question? & No, that's not my handwriting.]

 

[Wtaf that's kinda creepy] Jacob sent back after seeing the sticky note. Who the hell thought they were being funny? Now back out from under the truck he studied the writing for a moment longer before deciding he had no idea who's it actually was.

 

[He's a creepy guy, but he grows on you] was Nathaniel's response. He knew exactly who had (probably) hacked into something-or-other to get this number for him.

[Assuming his intention was for me to ask you out, you'd say...?]

 

[You say that like I know who your ass is talking about and out? Like on a date? Or you wanna hold hands at the park? Gonna buy me flowers N8 the G8?! 🤣]

Jacob hit send and sort of rolled his eyes. Just when he'd thought he'd heard it all though most of the time people were more blunt. Either straight up asking to fuck or saying something more along the lines of wanting to get to know him. MOSTLY he turned them down though he had on occasion gone for the ones who just wanted sex because well? Who didn't need to get off once in awhile.

 

[Yes, on a date. I was thinking more like the zoo or the aquarium. Maybe dinner & a movie. I don't hold hands on the first date, but play your cards right & sex isn't necessarily off the table. What kind of flowers do you like?] Nathaniel sent back, a little cheekily. He could be a bit of a brat sometimes, but hell with it, this guy was being sarcastic too.

 

Another hour or so passed before Jacob finally remembered to check his phone. Unlocking it while he sat outside on top of one of the dog cages watching some of his guys work he rolled his eyes at what he'd gotten back. Was this guy for real? He honestly wasn't sure anymore.

[I literally work with animals on a daily so how bout no. Movies is the lamest choice out there and fucking please don't buy me flowers or I'll strangle you with them shithead. Now come up with something actually entertaining and I might consider it.] He hit send he shook his head and moved to hop off the cage as he spotted two guys a bit roughly unloading a Bob cat. "Bitch how about I throw you in there and shake you the fuck around??!!" He boomed which quickly got them out of the way sense they certainly didn't put that threat past him.

 

Nathaniel frowned as he read the text. He was one for the classics, and was completely stumped by this. He typed out the first few suggestions that came to mind:

[Faire? Festival? Carnival? Museum? Planetarium? Shooting range? Look, I'll level with you. I don't know how to flirt with guys. My first boyfriend and I got together after he put me in the hospital, and my second was someone I worked with who my first told me had a crush on me. Before that, in school, I was basically the school bicycle & didn't form meaningful connections. If my suggestions are too girly for you, it's because I'm used to dating girls. What would you recommend?]