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Samandriel is broken (ofimagination) wrote in childofeden_rp,
@ 2014-05-21 15:22:00

Entry tags:

character: carrick, character: hermes maiason, character: samandriel, thread: complete

Who: Samandriel & Carrick
Where: A Swanky Hotel
When: Week 15, 00:00 Monday
Why: Follow through on a bargain struck (part 1 of 3)
Warnings: Probable amounts of serious Sadism. This is Carrick and Samandriel has crossed so many lines with him.

Mitchell was still reluctant to let Samandriel go. He didn't have to say a word about it, the young angel could see it written in his every unnecessary breath. Still, he went. Unmarred save for the scars he'd been bought with and dressed in the clothes Carrick had delivered to him.

The vampire wasn't in the hotel restaurant/bar when the boy arrived, something he was sure was a play to make sure that Samandriel knew just how much he would be serving at Carrick's pleasure while he was there. There was a pianist and violinist playing for the quiet entertainment of the few Supernaturals in the room. A middle aged blonde man sat at the piano while a young woman was setting her instrument down to take a scheduled break. Slaves, the both of them. Samandriel had no problem whatsoever catching her before she disappeared to ask if he might please pick up where she left off for a few minutes.

Clearly, he must have been earnest and harmless enough because she simply smiled at him and said 'yes' like he knew how important it was to be allowed the trust of handling that piece of someone else's soul.

The male slave eyed him curiously as he picked the violin up with such reverence. There was no true silent language between them as there had been with him and the woman, but as Samandriel took it up, the barest of nods had the pianist gently ending his song so Samandriel could begin.

Even without his Grace, the boy played like an angel. He didn't need notes in front of him. He practically breathed the music, feeling it in his veins like it wasn't something he'd ever stopped doing. His song soared, not light and fleeting, but powerful, meaningful. Angel song sung not by choirs of Heaven but one slight young man who knew what it was to fly and to fall. For those long minutes (and yet not nearly long enough) while the slave was gone, Samandriel thought not of slaves and Masters, of vampires or weres or witches. He couldn't bring himself to spare a thought for demons or humans. All he could do was come so very close to the angel he would soon be again.

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shadow_master
2014-05-21 09:27 pm UTC (link)

The table in the corner of the room had been empty a second ago. At least that would be what anyone looking over it would swear. One moment it was vacant but for a single candle sending a flickering light over the shining dark wood of the surroundings, and the next, a black-clad figure was there, hands folded and pale eyes fixed on the stage.

The music was entrancing, speaking of sadness and sweetness than no human or Vampire could ever understand. Even Lord Carrick's cold and ancient heart was moved, the melancholy chords and soaring sweetness wrapping gentle fingers around him like a sculptor tracing the veins of a marble block before taking up tools to reveal the beauty inside it.

In that moment, he understood completely how music and love itself could have garnered mercy from the King of the dead himself - how Hades' love for Persephone had persuaded him to allow Orpheus to free his wife from the Underworld. But Orpheus had failed in the end, hadn't he? No love, however strong, could stand against death.

And he was death.

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ofimagination
2014-05-21 09:33 pm UTC (link)

The young woman returned and Samandriel gave her instrument back with genuine thanks. There was a connection there, one shared between musicians that few others could. He looked to the other side of the room to see Carrick there.

Wordlessly, he crossed to him and knelt at his side. He wondered how long it would be before the vampire broke his fingers just for the sheer pleasure of showing him how owned he was. "Master," he said quietly, head bowed and submissive, his own song still clinging to him in a way he hadn't anticipated.

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shadow_master
2014-05-21 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Carrick's keen grey gaze tracked the slave as he crossed the room and knelt before him. This was everything he had wanted. He'd waited for this since the moment he first saw the slave and known what he was. This moment, when the boy's head was lowered and his voice soft with reverence. He wanted to draw it out, make it last in his memory. He let his gaze play over the slim form, the enticing bare skin at the back of Samandriel's neck, the grace with which he knelt in seemingly complete submission.

"Your music..." Carrick said in Greek, his voice soft with genuine feeling. "It was exquisite."

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ofimagination
2014-05-21 09:46 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you, Master," Samandriel said, staying exactly where he was until he was bid to rise. "For the compliment and for allowing me to finish." But who was Carrick not to listen the way ancient beings did?

His defiance would likely return later, but his talk with the demon had done him a great deal of good. If he embraced this, it might not be so bad. Called it penance and earned punishment in stark contrast to the sanctuary Mitchell offered him.

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shadow_master
2014-05-21 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Carrick reached out and tilted Samandriel's chin upwards so as to look him in the face.

The huge blue eyes were so, so sad.

"You're beautiful tonight, Samandriel." It was no attempt to make the slave feel more at ease or to comfort him, just a simple statement of fact.

He let his hand linger there for a moment at Samandriel's jaw, simply looking at the pale, lovely face he had pursued with a hunter's instinct for months.

Tonight, his prey would fall to him.

He stood noiselessly and turned towards the bar's exit.

"Come," he said simply.

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ofimagination
2014-05-21 10:04 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, Master." Samandriel fell into place easily, keeping himself half a step behind Carrick in a sign of deference he never would have bothered with if this were Mitchell. Mitchell never would've wanted him to.

He didn't like being touched like that, didn't like Carrick anywhere near him without something to protect himself with, but this was what he'd signed up for. Hopefully soon, he'd find some of the anger Carrick so wanted from him, though perhaps not until all the things the vampire had threatened him with came out.

Wings, he had to remind himself. He was hours away from the restoration of his wings. He could do this. He could pander and cater to Carrick the way the vampire desired, and when their time was done, Samandriel would leave. Sometimes, even Heaven could be as cold as hell.

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shadow_master
2014-05-21 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Carrick did not speak as he led Samandriel thought the hotel and up to the suite he had booked for them.

The hotel was run by vampires; it was a place of eternal night. The windows in the luxury suites had polarising glass and heavy draped to keep out all light. Here, darkness could last as long as Carrick wanted it to.

The suite had several rooms - a bedroom with its four poster king size bed, a living room area and bathroom; and behind a discrete door in the bedroom a room equipped with every instrument of pain and pleasure that a man like Carrick could want.

The vampire locked the door behind them and stood composed in the middle of the room. When Samandriel joined him. he walked in a slow circle around the slave, simply allowing himself the pleasure of the boy's beauty.

Finally, he crossed to a side table and picked up a slave collar he had purchased especially for tonight. It was the smoothest, finest quality leather he could find, a simple Greek key design embossed on the black surface. A single o-ring hung from the centre.

He approached the slave and stroked the white throat.

"I want you naked before I lock this around your neck." he murmured.

"Undress for me. Slowly."

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ofimagination
2014-05-21 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Samandriel stood straighter while he was being appraised, ignoring how much like an object he felt. "As you will," he said, averting his gaze as he took care removing the fine clothes Carrick sent him.

He wanted to tear them off, to set them on fire for how little they fit his personality. They fit well enough, of course. Tailored perfectly to flatter every inch of him, but that fit was too snug for someone who just wanted to be free.

As he took each bit of clothing off, he folded them neatly and set them on a side table until he was completely nude (and soft yet) before the vampire. He would not kneel unless he was ordered to. Carrick was just going to have to deal with a night of a very pedantic slave. for a while at least. "Do I please you, Master?"

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shadow_master
2014-05-22 10:18 pm UTC (link)

The vampire watched impassively as each new inch of skin was bared to him, his eyes never moving from the pale, lithe body before him. When Samandriel stood completely naked before him, he stepped forwards slowly and ran his hands down over the bare shoulders and arms, circling the slim waist before continuing slowly downwards to cup the smoothly rounded buttocks.

He drew the slave to him, naked skin pressed against the smooth fabric of his black suit. There was nothing tender in his touch, only a knowing covetousness.

"You are perfection," he said softly, holding the slave tightly against him, lips close to the boy's own. Carrick's cock was already stirring, and he was sure Samandriel would be able to feel it through his clothes.

Eventually Carrick stepped back a couple of paces and unfastened the collar. He reached out and picked up a thickly braided leather riding crop that had been lying atop the back of one of the room's sofas. Instead of a small loop at the tip, it had twin flaps of hard, heavy leather.

His fingertips absently stroked the smooth surface of the leather collar as he looked Samandriel in the eyes, his own gaze penetrating.

"Get on your knees. Crawl to me."

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ofimagination
2014-05-22 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Samandriel knelt, not breaking eye contact until he had to get on all fours. There was the anger he'd been missing before, the loathing. No one should have to debase themselves like this if they didn't wish to but what choice did he have.

He crawled to Carrick, dropping down onto his forearms to bend prostrate before him as much as his position allowed. He hoped Carrick could feel the loathing, could know without a shadow of a doubt that Samandriel was swearing up a storm in Enochian at him in his head.

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shadow_master
2014-05-22 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Carrick did not need the psychic gift of his Fae slave in order to tell how much Samandriel hated humbling himself like this. The vampire could feel hatred emanating from every inch of Samandriel's body.

No matter. They all hated him at first, the beautiful conquered boys of a hundred civilisations. Before long they all wept and begged and writhed beneath him, smooth bodies alight with agony and lust, screaming for mercy and to to be allowed to pleasure him.

The leather of the riding crop stroked a long, slow path over the smooth back over the slim biceps then back down to the firm curve of the boy's rear once more. Carrick raised the whip a fraction and flicked his wrist downwards in a series of light but mildly stinging taps on Samandriel's flank before repeating it on his ass and then his shoulder blades. They were the experimental touches of blade against blade through which a master swordsman feels for his enemy's grip on the blade.

Finally , he brought the riding crop under Samandriel's chin, indicating for the slave to get up onto is knees once more.

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ofimagination
2014-05-22 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Stinging, yes, but despite all his promises to himself to do otherwise, Samandriel couldn't shed his pride enough to do anything but take it in stubborn silence.

He knelt and looked up at Carrick, brow arched as he awaited orders. His skin stung a little, but he'd had worse in this body. He could ignore it. If he could ignore the wounds on his back and neck as they healed roughly, he could do this too.

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shadow_master
2014-05-23 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Carrick continued to move the riding crop over Samandriel's body, circling his nipples before tapping them with the same light but stinging cuts. The leather moved downwards and caressed the base of the slave's cock before stroking its length and gliding around the tip. A small but cruel smile appeared on the vampire's lips as he silently dared the slave to flinch in expectations of a blow to this most sensitive of flesh, but instead of lashing him, the vampire let the tip of the whip move further downwards to stroke over the pale thighs.

He let a harder blow fall on the soft skin of Samandriel's inner thighs. "Legs further apart," he ordered. Display yourself to your Master." He gazed down with eyes that were already darkening with lust. "When you kneel at my feet, I want to see that delicious=looking cock. It belongs to me as much as the rest of you."

Once the slave was positioned to his satisfaction. The vampire let the collar fall open, and stepped forwards.

"Bow your head," he ordered," and looped the black leather around Samandriel's throat.

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ofimagination
2014-05-23 09:52 pm UTC (link)

The angel bowed his head, holding the position Carrick put him in as well as he could. He bowed his head for the vampire, forcing his breathing even as the collar settled around his throat. That was definitely getting turned to ashes the minute he could.

He'd gotten ever so slightly hard with the contact to his cock, though it was starting to fade already now that attention had been drawn away from it. Carrick would have to work some for it. Not much, of course. His body seemed to respond to the smallest untoward thought.

"This is the angel?" came a voice from across the room. "Tiny little slip of a thing isn't he? For some reason I expected him to be...grander." To his credit, Samandriel didn't look to see who was there. He considered it, of course, but he wasn't going to take chances.

The voice moved with soft footsteps, someone clearly used to going intentionally unnoticed. "So much anger, little seraph. All that hate and loathing. How do you manage to carry it? You've not got the shoulders for it. Shame you stepped out of line enough that someone ruined that lovely back of yours."

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shadow_master
2014-05-23 10:21 pm UTC (link)

The vampire fastened the collar firmly, slipping the metal catch into place. It was a wonderful contrast; the heavy leather against the softness of the pale skin.

Carrick's eyes lifted as his slave entered the room. He'd instructed Hermes to give him some privacy for the first few minutes of his time with Samandriel.

"You might call him an angel, but I prefer to think of him as a Muse."

He looked down at the kneeling boy, unable to keep a purr of pride from his voice.

"No matter how much he hates me now, when he's under the whip later tonight he'll hate me even more."

Carrick beckoned Hermes closer. "What do you think? Beautiful, isn't he? He was made for this - to kneel."

Carrick could think of few more pleasurable ways to begin Samandriel's time in his service than to watch him pleasured by his most prized slave. Having him fondled and kissed by another boy would ease him into the hours of darkness without having his obvious rage and hate shutting down his body entirely. Half the pleasure of domination was, after all, watching a reluctant slave submit to pleasure despite himself.

He glanced at Hermes. "Bring him to the bed."

Carrick moved over to slide onto the king sized bed himself, still fully clothed.

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ofimagination
2014-05-23 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Hermes was already naked. He preferred it that way, honestly. He slid his fingers under the angel's chin, meeting those stunning blue eyes. "Yes, my lord," the fae said, answering the question and the command in one. Beautiful, perhaps, but too angry for Hermes' tastes. Once he relaxed some, maybe then.

When the hand was offered to him, Samandriel took it and rose, finding himself unexpectedly taller than the other collared boy. Those nimble fingers traced over his cheek and he couldn't help but close his eyes for the tenderness the fae spared for him. What an odd combination those two were. He found himself led over to the bed, stretched out on it while the boy perched next to him, fingers dancing along his skin while he waited for proper orders from his master. Now, his body needed no encouragement at all to respond. Whatever this fae had been before Carrick bought him, he clearly knew some very sensual, teasing arts.

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	shadow_master 2014-05-23 10:40 pm UTC (link)
	"This is Hermes," Carrick supplied. "My bedslave. He's a talented boy... as I'm sure you're finding out." He looked at Hermes, his gaze lingering on how lovely the two slaves looked together, their naked bodies paler than ever against the dark coverlet of the bed. "Use your mouth on him," Carrick ordered. "Everywhere." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

magicitself
2014-05-23 11:03 pm UTC (link)

And so Hermes did, shifting to nudge Samandriel onto his front, preferring to prove just how skilled he was by getting such a pretty young thing all worked up without needing to make any contact with his most sensitive areas.

He mapped him with feather light kisses, learning his whole body with lips and the very tip of his nose. Down the backs of his thighs and to his heels. For now, he ignored the tight pucker of the boy's ass as he rolled him over, pleased with all the little gasps and sighs he was pulling from him. Even more pleased with the length and girth of what the man didn't nearly seem to have when he was soft. It was really a shame that Carrick likely wouldn't let him ride that cock. He had to know how much of a bottom the boy was, how much it would distress him to be like that for anyone.

He kissed his way back up his legs, grazing teeth lightly against the inside of his thigh before skipping the desperate parts entirely and moving up to his stomach.

Whatever the angel was, he didn't want his nipples touched, and so Hermes at least respected that as his tongue traced lines of tendon up the elegant length of his neck.

The eager kiss he had returned to him, tentative fingers all over his body was more than he'd expected. He allowed it to last for a few moments, stealing the pleasure of the taste of the young man's mouth. When he broke it (with a smaller, more delicate kiss that was just for him,) he slipped back down Samandriel's body.

The low groan he was rewarded with as he took that delicious cock into his mouth all the way to the root with not a moment of hesitation made so much of this worth it. As he pulled up off of the boy, he looked up at his Master, still stroking that beautiful cock. "May I ride him, Master? Would it please you to watch me take my pleasure of him as well?" The angel was already whining and half desperate, obviously not okay with penetrating anyone, but needing too much to protest against it.

He smirked down at Samandriel. "Poor dear's never gotten his dick properly wet. It seems such a shame to not completely debauch him while you have him." And Carrick sure as hell wasn't going to bottom for anyone save his werewolf. "You stopped thinking in whatever it was, lovely. So desperate and delightful in that head of yours. You should share it with the rest of us. He'll have you singing his praises before the night's through. Probably before breakfast even."

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shadow_master
2014-05-24 09:24 pm UTC (link)

Carrick was entranced at the sight of his favourite slave's mouth sliding over the pale skin. The noises he drew from Samandriel were erotic beyond measure. The gasps and moans had Carrick growing ever harder.

The vampire knew just how talented was Hermes' wet, hot little mouth, and he held his breath as he watched Samandriel's cock vanish deep into the other boy's mouth and throat.

Carrick's mouth curled in a secretive smile. "It would please me to watch you in pleasure," he answered truthfully. He reched into his pocket and drew out a cockring enamelled in blue and white Greek designs. He had bought it specially for tonight. Leaning over, he slid the ring over the head of Samandriel's erection, sliding it all the way down before fastening the accompanying leather strap around the base of the slave's balls.

He glanced up at the beautiful blue eyes. "You don't finish until I allow it... which will be when your legs are wrapped around my waist and you're screaming for more of my cock inside you."

He nodded to Hermes. "Ride him." He settled back to watch, lifting Samandriel's head and placing it in his own lap so that the slave was forced to watch Hermes penetrate himself.

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ofimagination
2014-05-24 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Samandriel could feel Carrick's hardness against the side of his head like the vampire was taunting him with it. He was barely aware of the fae moving to get lube, paying attention to him again only when the young man had finished making astoundingly quick work of preparing himself and was slicking up Samandriel's cock.

He couldn't run from this, couldn't even go soft somehow with the cock ring on. The fingers of the other slave's dry hand slid down his chest, drawing his attention lower. He couldn't help but watch as the young man lowered himself onto him, whining low in his throat as he felt warm, impossibly tight warmth surround him ever so slowly.

Samandriel didn't want to be inside anyone, not even now, but he couldn't deny how good it felt.

"Fuck, Master," Hermes moaned, taking a moment to let them both adjust before he started moving. "He feels so good. Thank you."

When the fae started moving, even Samandriel couldn't resign himself to silence and stillness anymore. Soft whimpers turned into little moans, turned into his hands on Hermes' thighs and his head shifting to press his nose against Carrick's still covered cock. The fae was good, too good, too skilled to do anything it seemed but draw Samandriel in and have him moving smoothly with him. Even this was a dance, and the angel couldn't help but participate in it.

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shadow_master
2014-05-24 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Carrick's cool hands stroked through Samandriel's soft hair, caressed his jaw, his neck and shoulders. His own sex was growing ever harder as he watched the two slaves move together. A low and vicious chuckle rumbled in his throat as Samandriel head turned towards his own cock.

"You want to taste it, slave? You will. Later. You'll swallow me down, every inch of me."

His hands moved lower, circling and stroking the pebbled nipples, his eyes still on the delicious sight of Hermes fucking himself over and over again on Samandriel's hard length.

The vampire caught hold of both Samandriel's wrists and drew his hands up by his head, preventing the angel from touching the other slave, holding him fast in an iron grip.

"Faster," he ordered. "Harder. And touch yourself while you ride him. "

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ofimagination
2014-05-24 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Samandriel wanted to fight Carrick's grip, but knew far, far better than to do it. He pulled a little, but not enough for it to be more than anything superficial like he knew Carrick wanted him to struggle some.

"Yes, my lord," Hermes said, following instructions exactly, leaning back enough to make an even more pleasing picture for the vampire. His hand moved in time with his hips, knowing that it was going to drive him ever closer to the edge he thought his Master wanted him at, though whether that was coming all over the angel's stomach or not coming at all or fucking the poor conflicted creature's face was unclear. The boy was clearly losing his grip though, driven near mad with so much pleasure and no hope of releasing it. How long until it would be painful for him? How many more hours or fractions of hours before his vampire was feeling benevolent enough to let the angel come?

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shadow_master
2014-05-24 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Carrick enjoyed the sensation of Samandriel's wrists ineffectually tugging at the grip on his wrists. Later, he thought, he would tie the boy's wrists above his head while he fucked him.

He lifted his eyes to Hermes, loving the shameless display given by his favoured slave. "You can finish whenever you want to, " he murmured, his voice growing hoarse with desire. "cover his face or his stomach. Make him swallow it, if you like. Anything you want. This is a gift. A gift for you.

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	ofimagination 2014-05-24 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	Samandriel wasn't surprised when he found himself with a cock in his mouth, but he was surprised when he realized he was the one taking it eagerly in, sucking the fae off as skillfully as he could. The fingers tightened his hair and he moaned loudly around that cock. When the fae came hard down his throat, all Samandriel could do was swallow it down. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

shadow_master
2014-05-24 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Carrick breathed out slowly, willing himself not to simply throw himself on both boys and use them both; to drink from one while fucking the other. the sight of Samandriel sucking down his fellow slave's erection was an incredible sight.

He waited until Hermes had recovered from his climax, then leaned forwards to kiss his bed slave. "Perfect. My perfect boy."

He let go of Samandriel's head and gestured to the marble bathroom. of the suite. "Go and clean each other up. Then you, little bird, can take the rest of the night and all of tomorrow off. Go and amuse yourself - order room service, use the pool and the jacuzzi, go exploring around town - anything you want. Consider it a holiday. I've left you some money in your suitcase, you've probably found it by now."