#strxhd

[vaelanthorne-blog]

@strxhd ( cont. )

The sound of his heart beat is magnified by arousal. A constant lapping and ebbing of sensation drove into a carnal hunger that demanded to be sated. He couldn’t recall how the pair of them had arrived to this point but it hadn’t matter much. He felt the warmth of his skin under his fingertips and the way their blood rushed beneath the skin. Lysander’s lips eagerly chased it. Clothes shed between them until there had been nothing but skin and coarse hair. He fed from it as if his fangs were drawing out the blood that called to him. A polite waltz of bodies and touch. He worshiped the pulse in Vaelan’s throat before he curled his fingers around his spectacular ass. Strong grip pressed against the fragile flesh and brought him closer.

The witch’s skin tasted of herbs and earth. A strong mixture that drew him in deeper. Lysander wanted more; he wanted to taste his name on the others lips as he drove his cock deeply inside of him. He had enough of the slow teasing he had started. He knew in strength, he was the more powerful but respected that the witch could snap his fingers and destroy him. It didn’t stop him from swiping his leg and tripping Vaelan into the bed. Rapid speed had him on top of the witch with his wrists pinned. Vaelan’s legs were wrapped easily around his own lithe waist as his hardened cock, thick and full, pressed eagerly against the witch’s taint. His hips rolled against him with his fangs bared.

Leaning down he pressed his body hard against the witch’s. He pressed his hand, after he moved one, against the witch’s hip to hold him down. “I’m going to fuck you,” Lysander purred calmly, “and cum inside. And then fuck you again.” He leaned down to nip at the witch’s ear. “I’m going to fill you so thick that all you can think about is coming back to me every night just for me to empty myself inside of you all over again.”

It wasn’t even wine or mead, not any concoction that rendered him into the blur that harrowed through him as if a cask came hurled into the fires and flared beyond control. There he was in that rush; hot and mighty—one that crept under his skin like a warm river that even surged within the taut cords of his muscles and even through his bones that had demanded for pleasure enough to rid himself of his own command. No. Weighed on and pinned, Vaelan was his. That with the ghost of the sensation that prickled—that claimed—at the skin of his neck, the warlock could only writhe against the hard form that kept him in his place, breath labored and cloyed at the scent of their sweat-soaked heat; something awfully familiar that even flashes swim within the haze of Vaelan’s need.

“Y-you can try—” the warlock was quick to taunt through a breathless sigh, blue eyes set onto the other through heavy lidded eyes as the burning lust within had him lick his lips while damp fluster bloomed on at his features under the wet tousle of his hair. Everything felt hot. Hard. Sticky. Supple. The threat clawed at something primal within him that his legs parted on as the ring of his entrance fluttered in the mere thought of having be filled. “—then maybe I’ll consider…” he taunted on, though his words—and what he could muster in chuckle—was already raspy in its breathlessness.

[ashwynecandur-blog]

@strxhd​:

A cruel smirk settled on the vampire as dark gaze roamed the frame of the other. The cold and vacancy of them focused on the other. “You stand before the Lord of House Strahd,” he purred, “and honor him with intelligent conversation. As childish as the game of guessing had been. You speak your pretty words all you would like and I will direct my steel to the throat of whomever is charmed by them.” He stepped closer while he halted Galen, making the pet stay well behind him. “And what has attracted you to me? I hardly have time to socialize and attend boring parties. I don’t flaunt my wealth,” he trailed off with a light chuckle, “but only because my son Riley does it for me as he is young.”

“I’m well aware of who I stand before.” Ashwyn countered, an almost mischievous smirk on his lips as he let his head tilt forward in loose nod-- in a loose bow-- to the other before standing straight before him again. “We all have our talents, Mi’lord; and I’m pleased to know mine have honored you in some fashion.” At the mention of Lysander offering to direct his steel to the throats of any Ashwyn charmed, he couldn’t help but let his smirk widen; a darkness, a lust dancing behind the glint in his eyes at the weight of the other’s offer. Rather than commenting on it, though, he let the conversation carry past it. “At the start? My attraction was born in the stories I heard. The way they spoke of you, of your command over others, had me captivated before I’d even met you. After coming here, after seeing you in person myself-- leading your soldiers through the storm in the name of the Council--  my curiosity only grew more; my thirst for you, if you will. I’ve seen your son Riley and while it is entertaining, distracting even, to see him flaunt your wealth with such a handsome smirk my attention has never faltered from you. For a lack of better words, Mi’lord, I find you frustrating for how easily I’m enthralled with you; for how easily I’m magnetized to someone who likely doesn’t even know my name.”

[orionavelos]

Lysander

“Full of himself-- he reminds me of the clients I used to have that would fuck me hard enough that they nearly killed me. Hot-- but overall they couldn’t give two shits about me.”

@strxhd

[vaelanthorne-blog]

Lysander

“Are we fishing or are we digging?” Vaelan chuckled, his breath almost a wistful sigh though his eyes tightened into a narrow. “Those who knew better are aware that the eyes are the windows to the soul, give it to a vampire and he’d be sure to mold your reality… well, not unless his eyes are as dark as the pits of the very abyss; it doesn’t look like it’s seeking its way into you, but it does look like something worth to draw your attention into like the sweetest bait you’ve ever seen. It won’t pry, but it would certainly consume—–or that’s what they say…”

[vaelanthorne-blog]

Lysander

“I don’t know him beyond his title of Lord Commander and prime progenitor of the Strahd’s noble lineage. It oozes power play really…or bleeds…” Vaelan’s voice trailing into a hum, fingers tracing lazily along his jaw…and onto his neck. “He likes claiming his conquests fangs deep and balls deep at the same time… some ruthless ravage like he’s feeding right at your very soul. He’d leave you spent… hollow… lost… but wanting…definitely not for the faint-hearted—–well, that’s what I heard. Someone could’ve been stroking his ego for all we know…”