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More than anything, Dmitri wanted to return to his nest. It wasn't the best he'd ever made, just a few loose blankets and pillows he'd thrown together in the corner of the slaves' dormitory, but it was the closest he could get to safe, at Krovs. At least, outside of Valentin's bed. That had been safe, comfortable, but now Valentin was dancing with Magnai out in the ballroom and it made Dmitri howl into Bastion's shoulder at the betrayal. The person he'd thought was safe simply wasn't.

Panic was rising in his chest again, pulling his throat closed. His legs buckled and he sank out of Bastion's grip and onto the hard floor of the balcony, his dress fanning out around him. "Can we go back? Please? Please, I need to go back to my nest." Whatever enjoyment everyone else was getting out of the festivities, they were doing nothing but hurt Dmitri.

He had to lean down a little bit to keep scenting Dmitri, for the omega to hug around his shoulders. He only pulled back to look down at him when he mentioned that another alpha hurt him. To hear it made his temper flare, made him prickle with anger. Omegas were fragile, at least to Bastion. They were to be treated with soft hands and with as much nurturing as he was capable of, which Bastion did not have a lot of. He was more of the type to act on behalf of someone to protect them, to ask questions later. He wanted to leave Dmitri and go fight the other alpha just on principle but he had to remember that he was not nearly as strong as he usually was because of the collar. He would merely lie in wait instead of trying to strike first.

"He's not coming near you," Bastion replied flatly. "I won't let him. I'm not as strong as I usually am, but I can still fight. I don't care if he's a master or whatever, I don't care if he's more powerful than me. I'll stand between you two and make sure you stay as safe as you can from him." He couldn't protect Dmitri from everything that this sex castle was going to throw at him, but he could at least damn well go head to head with another wolf.

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However perilously close to death Dmitri came, he wasn't aware of it. As much as alpha might hurt omega, might take them against their will, fuck them, bite them, they wanted omegas, to keep them like pretty baubles, the spoils of their conquest. Even if he would never have rationally, biology insisted that he trust. Sure enough, Magnai's teeth pulled away and the his soothing palm clamped down to stem the bleeding. At least, that's what instinct was telling Dmitri.

All at once, Dmitri's orgasm was on top of him, his cock spurting pathetically against the kitchen floor as he clenched down around Magnai's enormous knot. He sobbed through it and as soon as it was done, his bladder was releasing too, his body shaking with fear and Magnai's weight pressing on all the wrong parts. Piss flowed across the floorboards, pooling under Dmitri's stomach, dripping down his shins and into the fabric of his trousers, puddled around his ankles. He made a snuffling, hiccoughing noise and attempted to curl up beneath Magnai.

The separation between their bodies seemed to blur for a heady moment. Dmitri's blood spilled nearly molten into the alpha's mouth and Magnai only felt more bestial swallowing it down, the heat of it coursing through his own cold flesh, the animal vigor of their kind stoking the fever over the varcolac's mind as his prey cried out beneath him. He could feel the weak resistance of Dmitri's flesh beneath his fangs and how easy it would be to let his jaws snap shut, to consume him in truth. Dmitri's desperation might have been the only thing that saved him, an omega's fearful begging just enough to reach the oldest of Magnai's instincts.

The slave was splayed and surrendering, reeking of need. Whining for mercy, Shenker was still pressing back like he knew he wanted that girth inside of him. The alpha answered, wrenching his teeth free from Dmitri's skin and clamping a hand down over the imprint of his bite immediately, his reddened fangs gleaming as he bore his weight down on the other with his hips. Dmitri's body knew better than the slave did, knew how to clench tight to encourage him, leaking more slick around Magnai's cock as it swelled. With one final forceful grind, he buried himself past that last quiver of resistance, Magnai's head falling forwards with a guttural snarl as his peak wrenched through him, flooding the werewitch with his seed.

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Dmitri seized up at the pet name, his hackles visibly raised. All sorts of people here called him all sorts of names - Puppy and Little Wolf were favourites - but Manny was never so patronising. Dmitri growled, a rumbling low in his throat, though the pitch wasn't quite what it usually was. He smacked Manny's hand away suddenly, a dark look in his eyes. "You don't call me that." His nostrils twitched, sniffing the air. It smelt like Manny, whatever it was, but it didn't behave like him. "Something's wrong."

"Games are for children, aren't they?" He mused letting his hand be lead holding the other's gaze as his squeezed the firm breast with indifference. Noel had felt his fair share usually in a different setting. "What sort of reaction were you hoping to illicit or is this the one you wanted, little wolf."

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Dmitri had calmed, noticeably, to Valentin's touch. It wasn't just the lingering effects of Valentin's compulsion - Dmitri had unwittingly given over to instinct, and instinct that now told him that Valentin was his alpha. Valentin would not hurt him. He had demonstrated it by rescuing him from someone who had. Dmitri sighed, relaxed into the touch, the tense, trembling muscles of his legs releasing themselves beneath Valentin's fingers.

Ordinarily, Dmitri did not enjoy penetration, hadn't ever, except that occasion at New Year with Soren. Valentin's careful fingers summoned the human to Dmitri's mind, how careful he'd been, how it had felt like worship. Dmitri's hips snapped back against the heel of Valentin's hand, needing the deep, fulfilling grind. He needed Valentin as close as he could physically get him. It hardly troubled him that that meant inside. "Ah- Ah-" Dmitri tried to form words as his cock slid back and forth against the sheets, his head full of alpha, alpha, alpha, but still they did not come.

He could smell the cloying scent of Dmitri's arousal. It was almost too sickly sweet to him, meant to call out to an alpha of another species. Valentin wasn't drawn to it like another wolf, couldn't appreciate it under these circumstances. It was nearly too much.

Dmitri turned over and started to grind against the mattress. Valentin's hands hovered. Was the werewitch offering himself up? Was he merely seeking relief? He felt a nibble of frustration at the situation. He liked clear consent. It did not sit right with him that Dmitri couldn't speak properly, couldn't think properly. He doubted that they would even be in this scenario if he could. Valentin drew in a fortifying breath that he didn't need and moved onto the bed.

His hands massaged up the back of Dmitri's thighs to let him know where he was. He could see the slick glistening over them, between his cheeks. Valentin was not used to this, had never done this before. The vampire took two fingers and trying to ignore the feeling that this wasn't right, slipped them up and into Dmitri's pliant hole. He pressed into the knuckle and began to rock his hand.

"Turn and bite me if you must," he said grimly, "If I am overstepping."

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It was worse than a few crossed wires, it seemed like everything in Dmitri- every thought and impulse, desire and revulsion, had become tangled together, wound too tight to separate. The alcohol didn't steady him. Some part of Dmitri delighted in being lifted so easily, wanted to feel feminine and adored, overpowered. Another part was revolted, disgusted that he'd been cast in the wrong role. He growled into Roland's mouth, but remained where Roland had placed him. Mixed signals.

The bite though, that made Dmitri yelp. His reactions were slow, sluggish. Vampires hadn't wanted to feed on him so far - most of them seemed to be of the opinion that werewolf blood was dirty, somehow, or of some disgusting flavour. Roland didn't seem so perturbed. Within a few swallows, Dmitri was lightheaded, giggling nonsensically into Roland's mouth as his blood thinned from the letting. The combined effects of the alcohol and the feeding had a profound on his body. He swayed on the bar stool, had to grip the edge of the bar for balance. In spite of everything, there was pleasant rush to the feeling, that same kind that came with a new tattoo or piercing, a thrumming of adrenaline in Dmitri's body. He batted ineffectually at Roland. "Need that. Need that or I won't stand."

"No?" Dmitri didn't seem that insistent and Roland highly doubted that was the case anyway given that he was a slave at Krovs. The vampire's back arched a little at the way Dmitri's fingers raked down it, mildly concerned for his costume still but far more interested in Dmitri than that. Roland's aesthetic concerns were often sacrificed for pleasure, though he certainly cared the rest of the time. The slave was intent on kissing him hard and deep but that slight thrill of the slave's blood was hardly enough to get Roland caught up to where he was and in his own way he wanted to be fair about that.

He shifted slightly and easily lifted Dmitri onto his lap, arranged him so he was straddling him as best he could be on the bar stool, holding him steady with the hands on his waist. He pulled back briefly from the kiss, rocking his hips up against him. "That doesn't feel good?" He murmured, lips trailing down Dmitri's jaw and neck. He ground up against him, made sure both their clothed cocks were getting the benefit of the friction, then extended his fangs and sank them in gently, biting Dmitri for real. The blood was strongly tinged with vodka and it wasn't his drink of choice but he wanted to be more or less in the same headspace as the other man for whatever was about to happen next.

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Once he'd finished getting his revenge on Magnai, Dmitri had stepped out into the wider castle, unescorted, for the first time since his arrival. If he wasn't supposed to go alone, the guards were too busy with other chaos to prevent him. In his latex nurse dress, he sauntered into the bar, set on drinking his own weight in alcohol before Magnai got loose and came for his head. Whatever punishment he would have to endure, it would be worth it. He ordered himself a pornstar martini and slid into the emptiest looking booth. The bar was remarkably busy, for all the magic flying around.

"Whatever bullshit I need? I need a fucking seat. Calm down, bitch." Despite the aggression of his tone, there was giggle in Dmitri's throat, unable to suppress glee at his own misbehaviour. He clocked the man's collar. "Collar is off. Have fun while it lasts. No need to be such sourpuss."

Kell had pretty mixed opinions when it came to the whole Spring Mischief thing the castle celebrated. Not that he couldn't see the fun in it, of course, having hit more than a few of the masters with spells that the human had found highly amusing. But he sure as hell wasn't enjoying the one he was currently dealing with. Probably the best way to avoid hearing his name said out loud probably would have just been to hide out in his master's suite but Kell knew for a damn fact that Tiernan would find the whole thing fucking hilarious to mess with.

So his solution had been to head out into the castle, settling himself into one of the booths at the bar and generally just trying to give off a 'talk to me and die' sort of vibe. Kell had been nursing a drink for a little bit now, quite pleased that he hadn't been bothered, when someone slid into the booth across from him. The human sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment. "Now really isn't a good time for whatever bullshit you need, just saying."

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"No? You don't like my titties? I grew them just for you." It was in Dmitri's nature to tease, especially someone as reserved as Manny. He'd been trying to get a reaction out of him since he'd arrived at Krovs and only now did he feel like he was getting it. His heart rate picked up as Manny straddled him, touched him like that. He leant into the touch, allowed Manny to come to him.

For a moment, he was surprised it had even happened. Then he was pressing back against Manny, his angular nose digging into Manny's cheek as he kissed him. His hands crept underneath Manny's shirt, feeling over the contours of his chest, pinching at a nipple greedily. Dmitri would take whatever Manny was willing to give him. "Fuck you, holding out on me this long," he said, before he shoved his tongue back down Manny's throat.

Manny snorted at the phrasing as he did indeed as told, carefully straddling Dmitri's lap as he sat on those smooth thighs. "How 'bout we stick with something a little more normal?" he suggested, cupping the werewitch's jaw and brushing his thumb over his cheek. Green eyes flickered over those sharp, angular features, lingering on soft-looking lips. He leaned in as he pulled Dmitri in to meet him for a gentle touch of a kiss that soon grew deeper.

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Dmtiri sat, thoughtfully, on the end of Manny's bed, looking him up and down. He wasn't quite sure what drew him to Manny - when he had his choice, Dmitri typically preferred his men to be a little more... Masculine. Straight-acting. It was why he ended up sleeping with so many chasers. Omega-chasers, transvestite-chasers... He liked to prove all of them wrong about who he was. Manny though- Manny didn't seem to need that.

He patted his outstretched thigh, where the latex had ridden up to show bare flesh. He shaved his legs normally, when they gave him a chance to in the Undercroft, and they were just as smooth in this feminine body. "Come here, Baby. Sit on my lap. Going to nurse you like I said."

"Ah, yes. Of course it does," Manny snorted, following Dmitri through his suite both to ensure nothing in his territory was too disturbed and also to reach their shared intended destination. "What––" His face flushed bright red, Manny turning wide-eyed back at the mirror on the wall. Clearly that thought never occurred to him. "No, it was... just the only space it made sense," he stammered. Well, now he'd need to find a new place for that. Later though.

He walked over towards Dmitri on his bed, standing in front of him and feeding off every bit of the werewitch's libido, whether it was natural, the spell, or both. His eyes flickered over the petite form in the tight-fitting outfit briefly before landing back on Dmitri's face. "How would you like to start?" It wasn't often that Dmitri would have control in these scenarios, Manny knowing well that most masters took it without asking.

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Dmitri snarled. He wanted to see some fear in Magnai's eyes, make him feel the way that Dmitri had felt, pinned underneath him - absolute terror. He grabbed tight hold of Magnai's throat, squeezing. "Right now you just human. Won't be pretend if I kill you. I'm sure everyone here would thank me." Killing Magnai wouldn't be enough. Dmitri could feel it in the pits of his stomach. He needed to humiliate him, scar him.

He released Magnai's neck for a brief moment, only to sink his teeth into it, reveling in the blood dripping over them. He didn't need to drink the stuff to have a lust for it, a desire to tear someone in two. Dmitri was nothing but pent up rage, and he was about to be given an outlet. He took hold of Magnai's hard cock, letting electricity flow through it as he stroked him. "You think you're dick will work right when you're varcolac again? Or you think I can make it soft permanently?"

The fleeting minutes the werewitch had been gone were too few and none of them saw anyone decide to intervene. Magnai stubbornly refused to look down at the armful of implements Dmitri dumped onto the floor, the brief glimpse he'd gotten on the slave's return more than enough. He pulled back as much as the bindings would let him, lip curling as Dmitri reached, nowhere near far enough to stop the younger wolf from ripping his shirt from him with little effort. The air was cold on his exposed skin, a bizarre strangeness for one who'd been hot-blooded and then immune to cold at all. He could feel the goosebumps rising on his traitorous flesh. "For now," was all Magnai spat in return, already tensing in anticipation of the next prod of fingers. Perhaps Dmitri's little diatribe was close to right. But Magnai knew it wasn't legitimate power, propped up by fantasy and flimsy as the fabric covering his chest had been. His mind refused to accept it.

The first nipping shocks he bore better, the second surged through him right above his groin, drawing the tendons in Magnai's neck into stark relief as he seized and nearly bit his tongue. The intense, crackling pain gave way to a dull ache, overlayed by a lingering prickle like a sleeping limb. "Is that what this is about?" His legs trembled a bit before he caught them beneath himself again, Magnai staring the omega down with a bit of wildness in his eyes as Dmitri grabbed his face. "Play pretend all you want." He rasped, "You'll never be anyone's alpha, Shenker." The slave had him stripped further a moment later, baring just how hard he was, length straining in the open air no matter the fury behind Magnai's gaze. All the poisonous lust in him took his longing for violence and warped it, reveling in what Dmitri had already done, what the wolf had the potential to do.

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"No? You didn't have cheeky wank when you saw it?" Dmitri giggled, the timbre of it a little different to usually, though anyone would have been hard pressed to say it was higher in pitch. As a woman, Dmitri was really rather butch, to compliment what a feminine man he preferred to exist as. "Shame. It's pretty. Not as pretty as your normal dick, but eh."

He pushed Soren's thighs a little more open so he could settle a little closer between them as he continued to stroke the tentacle. As he changed hands, he raised his thumb to his mouth to taste the fluid, curious. It had a strange, acidic quality. Dmitri quite liked it. He decided that he did dare, in fact and leant forward to lathe his tongue against the blue appendage. "You into hentai?"

Soren felt a prickle of trepidation immediately when Dmitri crouched, holding his jacket a little tighter to himself even as his thighs crept apart. Hell, he looked good. There was that strange tug again, a squirming feeling low in his stomach that was both familiar and totally foreign. "Not exactly buttering me up here," Soren said, voice pitching up higher than usual, but he didn't stop him. He twitched at the exact same time as Dmitri did, a choked yelp rising in Soren's throat at the first brush of his fingers. He certainly hadn't touched the damn thing, overwhelmed enough by the feeling of having to wrangle the new appendage back into the leather pants.

"Maybe you're having fun," Soren said, voice strained and tight. It shouldn't have felt so unfamiliar. Dmitri's petting sent a strange fluttery pleasure through him, muscles flexing in the small of his back, absent the usual drive to press his hips up into what felt good. He caught just a peek of deep blue undulating underneath Dmitri's hand and had shut his eyes quickly, overcome with the bizarreness of the whole situation. Even the feel of Dmitri's fingers dragging against the skin (was it skin?) quickly evolved, rubbing easier, slicker - the fucking thing was getting wet, curling against Dmitri's hand. "It wasn't doing that earlier," Soren mumbled into his hand, so hot with embarrassment he was sure the wolf could smell it on him.

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Slowly, purposefully, Dmitri slipped off the end of the bed and onto his knees in front of Soren. There was something about the little flush of humiliation he could see in Soren's expression that did things for Dmitri, a crackle of want running up his spine, making him shiver. From this angle, Soren had an eyeful of Dmitri's tits, heaving in the confines of the latex. His fingers moved for Soren's zipper.

"Okay, lets see your freaky dick, then. Can't be worse than alpha's cock. You ever seen a knot? Nasty." He reached a hand inside Soren's fly. Whatever he'd been expecting, the feeling of a tentacle against his palm made him jerk in surprise, briefly, before he took a breath. "Oh. Oh I see. Someone thinks they very funny. No, you just have to cope." His palm stroked over it, intrigued by the texture, the way it moved, back and forth in a lazy handjob. "Or you make it fun, Da?"

Soren couldn't help but laugh, still strained as he watched Dmitri preen. "I'm not nervous about you," He responded. Not more nervous than usual when it came to the werewitch, but that was getting easier too. He sunk down to sit on the edge of the mattress as he watched the flames flickering in Dmitri's hand, a glow of interest in the human's eyes at the display. It was nearly enough to distract him from the issue, if Dmitri hadn't vividly reminded him in the very next moment.

He cringed at the notion, feeling a tug low in his groin as if the fucking thing could was reacting to the suggestion, which was completely ridiculous -- but no more so than being saddled with an appendage straight out of a fetish comic to begin with. "Something like that," Soren mumbled. Was he going to have to say it out loud? Of course he was. "Someone must've thought it'd be funny to watch the human have to deal with something... not that." He hadn't even realized until he'd had to slip into the restroom. "As long as it actually wears off, I'll find a way to - manage it."

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Speak No Evil

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Dmitri returned a few minutes later with an armful of toys, which he dumped on the floor a few feet from Magnai. He'd perhaps gone a bit mad in the playroom, hadn't thought through what he wanted. Oh well, if he couldn't find a use for something, he was sure that whoever took a spin on Magnai next probably would. For now, though, he just needed his hands. He reached for the front of Magnai's shirt and tore it off him, just the way Magnai had done with his in the kitchen of his suite.

"Is all about power, with you, Da? You do as you like because you have more. Now I have more, I do as I like. Dis is fair." He poked at Magnai's ribs, letting a few more sparks of electricity out of his fingertips. Then he pressed down on Magnai's belt buckle, using the metal as a conduit. That might singe a few pubes. He took Magnai's face in his hands. "Look at me. I'm alpha now." Then his hands were undoing Magnai's belt and pulling his trousers and underpants down to his ankles.

The crackle of magic was warning enough for Magnai to know exactly how far the omega was happy to push. Dmitri was unstable at the best of times, patently reckless, wildly emotional in the ex-Enforcer's eyes. He knew without a shred of doubt that he couldn't trust the slave to do what was best for him if it was spelled out for him in bold Cyrillic. "Hell will be frozen over before you see a tear out of me, Shenker," Magnai promised, voice gravel-rough, just before Dmitri's hand struck out at the hunter like a snake.

No amount of expectation kept him from spasming at the sudden shock, the muscles in Magnai's chest seizing painfully tight. He would've felt it in his normal form, but nothing nearly so arresting, only a violent hiss escaping him from between clenched teeth. By the time Dmitri let go, Magnai was struggling to conceal that he was panting, incandescent with rage as if the electricity was still crackling under his skin. It felt like it was, his nerves dancing with fresh anticipation as he stared daggers into Dmitri's back as the omega stepped away. Magnai was under no illusions that he wouldn't return for more.

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"It means my tits go in your mouth, Manny," Dmitri said, matter-of-factly. In this form, he was feeling even more aggressively sexual than usual, which was really saying something. For a moment, he was startled by the movement of the shadows, but settled down once they were receding again. "I forget you can do this. You too much nice boy to be demon."

In a new space, Dmitri was immediately exploring, investigating. He whistled, looking appreciatively around Manny's suite. "Dis nice. Very clean." He opened a couple of doors before he found what he was after - the bedroom. He sat on the bed, admiring his reflection in the mirror opposite it. "Dis so you can see their ass while they fuck you?"

Manny couldn't wholly tell if it was the oddly specific empathy spell feeding off Dmitri or if it was all him, but he was definitely appreciating the view of the slave in the latex costume. His eyes fell to the other's nice-looking cleavage practically in his face and he smirked, meeting Dmitri's eyes again. "Depends what "nursing me" means," he chuckled. "How 'bout my suite?" He held no opposition to that as he stood up and gently took the werewitch by the arm. Shadows pulled from the corner of the dark Undercroft, swirled around them, and deposited them right in the middle of his suite. "Let me guess, you want to be in charge."

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"Don't be nervous. I like it when you look." Dmitri admired himself in the floor length mirror hung up on one of the walls. Whoever had thought up this outfit had some pretty specific fantasies, but Dmitri was enjoying fulfilling them. He'd play nurse to Soren's doctor any day. "Valentin is in Wild West outfit. We find two more we can be woke Village People."

He turned back to Soren, a teasing eyebrow raised. "Da. Like this." He raised a hand and let Soren watch a flame dance as it shifted between his fingertips. He extinguished it again and tipped his head as he listened, his gaze slowly panning down to where Soren was holding his jacket like a shield. "No. You wait for it to wear off. Unless you want me to burn your dick off. Is your dick, right? Or is it pussy right now?"

Soren got stuck somewhere between preening and mortification at the fact that Dmitri, and thank God that was actually Dmitri, didn't think he looked as ridiculous as he felt. He still tugged at the waistband of his trousers self-consciously, painfully aware of how much of his happy trail was on display. "I - you look good. You look great." Funny how much of Dmitri's typical playful androgyny came through in this shape, just angled a different way. The costume was still a little silly but the shape it was showing off...

He let the slave herd him into one of the nearby rooms, glancing anxiously over his shoulder until Dmitri had shut them both inside. Then Soren actually got a good look at the contents of said room and he came up short. Gaping at the equipment hanging up on the walls, he just managed to hear Dmitri's cheeky little comment, swallowing as he forced his eyes back to the other. He couldn't make himself sit down though he helplessly walked closer. The embarrassment was returning with a vengeance now that he had to explain himself. "Listen, you can do magic typically, yeah? Since those things they have you wear aren't working?" He gestured towards the collar, other hand very decidedly still holding his balled up jacket in front of his hips. "The consultants here say they can't reverse any of this but I swear they're just bluffing so the masters can have their fun. Do you know how to change any of it back? The... biological stuff?"

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Dmitri arched an eyebrow. Manny wouldn't normally have folded at Dmitri's first volley, at least not so overtly. Clearly he was experiencing some kind of mischief, but what it was, Dmitri couldn't yet say. He took hold of one of Manny's hands, pressing it against one of his breasts, so he could feel for himself. "What happened to playing hard to get? They zap you with something too?"

Noel was at a lose as he was approached familiarly by a female form. He knew everyone in the castle, he never forgot a face or anything in the files he went over but spring mischief caused some changes. There was a give away, the accent. That narrowed it down and even more was the rapport. Manny had mentioned a slave he'd shared time with when they spent time together doing their own extracurricular activities. He was 87% sure on who he was speaking to, but not enough to use the other's name just yet as he looked approaching form over.

"If that's what you need help with." He smiled genuinely in a way he figured Manny would smile. "I would agree, it's not bad." He offered in response.

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Dmitri giggled, that manic energy that had been with him when he'd first arrived at Krovs crackling through him again. Whenever he really, truly got to misbehave he rode on the high of it for days, weeks, even, afterwards. The chance to play with Magnai like this, however short lived, could sustain him for a long while after it was over - and play he would. There was powerful urge to vengeance, especially with access to all of his powers again. He pinched Magnai's cheek, then pulled his hand back so that Magnai could watch the electricity sparking between his fingers.

"You like e-stim? Was my specialty when someone pay me to dom. I can be very mean with it. Big strong men like it when you make them cry like little baby." Suddenly, viciously, he gripped Magnai's nipple, letting the electricity crackle against the flesh for a long moment, before he took his hand back. "Dis one on me. You deserve it. I go fetch some toys." He patted Magnai's cheek patronisingly before disappearing into a playroom to help himself to some unattended toys.

Magnai's hackles raised as the slave drew closer, blunt teeth flashing before Dmitri's hand was darting out to grab his face. He jerked against the grip just as hard as he'd tried to escape the chains and it got him as far as his previous struggles had: nowhere. If the Russian's accent wasn't enough to expose him, those angular features did the trick. Bitter anger roiled in Magnai's gut that one he detested so thoroughly would see him in this state. He forced his lips to close again, no matter how badly he still wanted to snap at the omega for daring to touch him, for the fact that in this state it still felt good to be touched at all no matter how much he loathed the little bastard.

If he couldn't retaliate, he could still grasp onto composure - a thought that flew from the would-be alpha's head immediately at the crack of Dmitri's palm against his ass. "You still have a chance to keep your life if you walk away now, Shenker," Magnai growled, nothing but venom in his eyes. Seven digit fine be damned, if the omega pressed his luck, the hunter would shoulder it and add tip.