Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, & madame professor)
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				Title: <strong>Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 01:51:03</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsf504004a.jpg)<br>Delilah was walked up to the dias with her hand chained behind her back. She shivered as a breath of cold hair swept over her. She couldn't pull the babydoll she wore over her better as her hands were chained and it didnt help that she also wore nothing but mere boyshort panties with it. They went along with the lacey babydoll well but the outfit was nothing she would have worn outside of her bedroom. <br><br>"Get moving, slave." She looked over her shoulder at the burly man who had brought her here. He smiled, flashing... were those fangs? What the hell had she been brought to? <br><br>She had been walking to her car after dark when had been grabbed. That had been, well, she didn't know really. Days ago? <br><br>In the place she was in, there was a man sitting atop the dias on what she would have to say was a thrown. He was looking out at the rings that surrounded them. She looked as well, but what she saw was no mere men fighting.<br><br>Standing on two legs, covered in fur with heads much like a wolf's, claws arched and jaws snapped as blood sprayed this way and that. The word werewolf came to mind but they didn't exist, right? <br><br>The man behind her pushed her up the dias steps and forced her to kneel before the man before her. <br><br>"Aren't you a beauty? Too bad I will not be tasting you. But your master will soon be here to claim you," he said, sharp canines flashing as he spoke. <br><br>She was confused. Her master? What the hell? Taste her? She took a moment to look around and beside the dias were men, their mouths at womens throats, a trickle of blood coming down the skin to her shoulder.<br><br>She turned her head to once again look at the man before her. "Yes, we are vampires and you will become a blood slave little human. " <br><br>Cheers erupted as a roar filled the room. Loud thuds, of heavy things falling against the floor could be heard. She took a chance to look and she saw o e of the beasts fairing another, limb from limb. Arms and legal dropping from it's mouth to the floor beneath.<br><br>"Oh, my God," she whispered.<br><br>"Welcome to our world little one." He soon stood and clapped before holding his hand out to the side. "Here comes your new master as we speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 00:35:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/thumb_portrait_left.jpg)</div> Showmenship was important to Tomás. Do what you like behind closed doors, but when you have the devious gazes of your peers on you, one must never flinch, never give them the tiniest bit of rope to strangle you with. Especially Demetri. He was a dirt bag, the lowest of the low. But he had his uses; trafficking would be a prime example. Having lost his last blood slave, Tomás had reached out to the slime ball. He had also been on the market for a new gladiator, and if there was one thing Demetri knew it was fighters. Two birds with one rock, or however the expression went. <br><br>Standing before the closed doors, Tomás had to give the vampire credit; he was certainly putting on a show for him. Of course, Demetri would expect Tomás to do the same, and he planned to. It was why he had chosen this particular blue pinstriped suit, why he had worn his most expensive and well polished shoes. Presentation. When the doors began to open, he had already started to prepare himself for the display and for his counter. <br><br>Demetri had pulled out all the stops, trying to show he was in charge here. It was sort of cute, in that pathetic way one would sympathize with an inferior being. So when Tomás crossed the threshold, he did it with a presence of authority the shorter vampire couldn't possibly hope to possess. He moved with precise, purposeful steps, the click of his loafers vibrating through the room as he moved straight for Demetri. He stopped short of the creep who was stuck in the 70's and gave the slightest incline of his head as a form of greeting. <strong>"Demetri, always a pleasure."</strong> His Spanish accent was subtle, there but not nearly as thick as it could have been, and his tone didn't match his words. He was making sure the other vampire knew, despite how much he tried with the throne and entourage, that he was still beneath Tomás. <br><br>With an air of superiority, he turned his back on Demetri, looking to the cages below. The fighting rings were certainly Demetri’s favorite underground activity. A match had just ended, the echo of the roars from the gathered crowd still ringing, the victory covered in blood and the loser… was in pieces on the floor. Werewolves were so deliciously violent, a trait most vampires possessed, but pretended to be above. Tomás was of the opinion violence had it’s place; an opinion he was hoping to share with the fat mobster pretending he was king. His dark Latin gaze shifted from the werewolf to the vampire with the slightest turn of the head, eyes narrowed with promises of pain. <strong>”For your sake, the victor had better be mine.”</strong> <br><br>Demetri’s face fall only slightly before he gave a nervous chuckle, the man’s New Jersey accent harsh on the ears, “Of course, of course! Couldn’t be selling you a dead wolf. Bad for business.” It was well known Tomás was not a vampire you wanted to double cross. <br><br>For his part, Tomás let his glare linger, before going back to the Wolf. <strong>”I’ll have to inspect him. Bring him up. I’ll be expecting a discount if he has been damaged.”</strong> Demetri made a fuss about ordering a few of his thugs to retrieve the wolf Tomás had purchased. While that happened, the well dressed vampire pulled his gaze from the ferocious beast pull, those dark chocolate eyes finally landing on the human in the room. Flaming red hair, fair skin, pale eyes… Demetri had truly outdone himself with her. Of course, you get what you pay for, and Tomás was shelling out quite the pretty penny for that pretty face. He approached the woman, circling her, inspecting her as if she were prized pooch at a show. He inhaled, taking in her scent. Oh yes, she pleased him very much. Demetri’s voice touched his ears, “Your wolf is on his way. What do you think of your blood slave, Tomás?” causing him to pause in front of her, his dark eyes meeting her light ones. His lips pulled in a devilish grin. <br><br><strong>“She’ll do.”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 02:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Josh-Kloss-josh-kloss-16610431-700-933.jpg)</div> Fighting wasn't his favorite, but he did it in order to survive. All the others like him where here for the same exact reason, because they were captured and forced to be here. To the wolf's advantage he was quite good at being what he was, he didn't let it get to him, he just let his wolf side take over when fighting and he always seemed to come out on top. He didn't think there was anyway to get out of the ring and the cages they were all kept in, he didn't try to show off, he didn't even understand how this was a sport, but it was... Anyone who so far bet on him was almost guaranteed to win.<br><br>He had just finished up his last fight, collapsing as he shifted back to his human body. All the wolves were kept here with just enough energy for a fight, it was easier for everyone to handle the wolves after a fight when they were exhausted. He felt his ankles become shackled, and his arms chained behind his back. He was lifted up and brought behind the scenes he figured they were just bringing him to his cage, but they brought him to a room and sat down. "Dress yourself, wolf, today might be your lucky day... Someone has an interest in purchasing you." Growled one of the guards who unlocked his hands and feet, after locking the door to the room he was in. <br><br>Oskar was slumped in the seat, not moving until he was completely unchained. He didn't know how he felt about the idea of being purchased, but he supposed anything was better than this shit hole. The guards were all heavily armed, afraid he might react and try to kill him. He had seen plenty of other wolves try this, but it never worked... It wasn't worth the fight. He stood up weakly, sliding into the boxers and bottoms he was given. <strong>"Uhmm... Shirt...? Shoes?"</strong> He asked, raising an eyebrow, he had a slight Spanish accent, but he mostly tried to hide it because people tended to look down more on foreigners. One of the guards laughed and shook his head. "Fresh out of your size." That was likely a lie, they had just grabbed what they could find that they thought he was going to fit in. They were too lazy to find something that would make him look good. Though the buyer might not want him in a shirt so he could check for blemishes.<br><br>Letting out a small growl of frustration Oskar just sighed and sat back down in the chair, waiting to be transported again. He hated these blood suckers that held him captive and he could only hope that the one taking him now was anything but one of those nasty creatures. A thick metal collar was placed around his neck, it had a chain leash that one of the guards roughly pulled on to make him stand. <strong>"You could just ask me to stand."</strong> He growled, as he got up. "Where's the fun in that?" The man laughed, quite evilly.<br><br>Placing his arms behind his back they made sure to securely tie his hands behind his back. The same guard who had pulled him up yanked on the metal leash, Oskar stumbled a bit before he got his footing back, he moved to beside the guard that held his leash and walked with his head down. Another guard joined him on the other side and one beside him to keep him going if he decided to start slacking.<br><br>They were moving to grounds that Oskar had never seen, at least close up. They were going where all the gamblers stood, where the dick in the throne sat. He thought that if he was being purchased that they would do it down where all the other wolves were so there was a large selection, but was he really hand picked? Or were they presenting every wolf one at a time for the buyer(s) so they wouldn't see how the beasts were kept? Surely the buyer(s) might want a discount if they saw how poorly the wolves were kept and treated. There was risk of getting all sorts of stuff in the conditions they were kept.<br><br>Soon enough they were stopped and he risked looking up, seeing the head asshole of this operation he felt the pull to shift and kill the guy, but it would surely kill him in turn... If not the guards, the lack of energy would. He peeked beside him to see a redheaded female, she was good looking, but not his type... Not his type what so ever, but that was a different story. Though there was something he couldn't quite place at the moment that was... Attracting about her?<br><br>He saw a sharply dressed man then, he looked quite out of place. He must be the buyer, and the girl must be what else he is here for. The man was definitely more his type, but he knew that he wasn't being bought for sexual reasons if he was buying the girl too... There was that same thing there with this man as with the girl, he was too tired to focus on figuring it out. There was only one guard close to him now, it was the one holding the leash, the other two were guarding the bloodsucker on the throne.<br><br>He pondered the thought of why he might be being bought, if not for anything sexual. Was he being bought to fight elsewhere? Was he to be treated a Gladiator in ancient Rome, being bought for another house... To bring that house fame and glory? Oh how he hoped not. He wanted to fight no more, at least not for a while till he got proper rest and what not. He looked down at his feet and waited to hear a verdict from the potential buyer... He hoped it was good and that this man would bring him to conditions better than the ones here, maybe let him get some rest and food. Oh, a shower or bath would be nice. The only type of cleaning the wolves got was with a hose, the water was usually cold and it hurt because the guards would spray the wolves with it, pressure wash them basically, against a wall. They liked to see the beasts in pain. Even now he wasn't that clean, having just gotten out of a fight. It might of been a good choice on their part to clean him up first, but it didn't really matter to Oskar one way or another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 02:53:03</strong>
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				Delilah watched the commotion at the center ring. The wold who was the victor turned into a human and collapsed. What the hell? Vampires and now werewolves? What had she been brought into?<br><br>She looked up at the man who was her supposed to be her master. He was quite good looking but he was a vampire. A vampire, for fucks sake! <br><br>Within minutes the man/wolf was brought up to the dias. Shit. He was good looking too. Were all monsters hot? She shook her head but felt a pain in her chest. Was it because he was in chains and that collar? <br><br>She began to have trouble breathing as the panic attack set in. Her chest felt constricted and the air was musky. "Oh, what the hell?" She heard the vampire behind her say as everything started to go black. <br><br>"Can't breathe," she managed before she fell to her side. The chains at her wrists rattled as she fell. Blackness covered everything and her last thought was that the dark had to be better than what she had been thrust into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 05:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/thumb_portrait_left.jpg)</div> Staring down at the woman, Tomás skillfully kept his less than angelic expression on his face, unfaultering. She really was a beauty, a delicate flower he couldn’t wait to taste. There was something else about her, though. Something he couldn’t quite place that appealed to him. He started to circle her again, this time looking for blemishes; he was one to expect perfection. His voice held a calculating purr as he asked the vampire on the throne, <strong>”Is she a virgin?”</strong> It had been the only requirement Tomás had given the man. Who simply waved the question off, “Of course she is! Though, I don’t know what use you see in it. They know so little, I can’t imagine they could bring a man of your age much pleasure.” Tomás thought it was a shame the ignorant crook didn’t understand the appeal. Virgins were still so innocent, so delicate, so… decadent. There were so many reason Tomás preferred his blood slaves be virgins. Cleanliness, for one thing; a virgin’s blood was pure and clean. But of course, the knowledge that no other being had touched them, the ability to mold and corrupt the beautiful creature in front of him to his desires was invigorating. The smirk he sported pulled up into a grin, just so he could show the human his teeth as his fangs elongated for a briefest of moments. <strong>”Excelente.”</strong> His spanish was flawless, his accent quite strong when he fell into his native tongue. <br><br>The sounds of clanking shackles pulled his attention away from the red headed flower to the armed guard of his soon to be new pet. His expression slipped back into one of neutrality as he moved about to look upon the werewolf. Even beneath the dirt and blood and grunge, Tomás could see how attractive the man was. That was certainly a treat. Even despite the fact he was a werewolf, as well. The vampire had a healthy respect for the beasts as one should for a creature that could rip you limb from limb… as this one had so thoroughly demonstrated. But the fact of the matter was, they were beneath him. As the guards moved out, giving him the room he wanted to examine the merchandise, Tomás moved in close. He showed no fear of the beast before him. Not because the beast was chained, oh no, because Tomás was confident enough in his abilities that he could take the male. Regardless of the quite impressive display he had just put on. <br><br>As he completed his circle, he had noted a few things. Right off the bat he noticed, this cursed man was a fine specimen of the male form. It was hardly a secret Tomás had dabbled in sexual activities with the same sex; his last blood slave had been male. But this male had something about him, much like the human female, that he liked. And it wasn’t just the amazing physique. The second thing he picked up was that this wolf wasn’t fond of his restraints. He was very subtle about it, but the movement was caught by the vampire, none the less. Though the guards seemed to fail to see this. Demetri wasn’t known for his smart allies. Tomás decided he wouldn’t mention this little fact. And the last thing to catch his attention was the unsavory words from one of the scumbags goons. <br><br>The sweet voice of his soon to be blood slave let out two soft words before she collapsed onto the ground. Unbelievable. Tomás brought a hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh as he turned his back to the werewolf. He took a few slow, precise steps away from the fighter before looking about the salesman. <strong>”This.”</strong> He started, dropping his hand, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he looked up to Demetri, <strong>”Is the best you could do? A fainter and this,”</strong> He turned back to the werewolf, waving a hand in his direction, <strong>”Filthy thing?”</strong> Her let his tone fall into something like displeasure. Demetri for his part tried not to look so nervous, but he had every reason to be where Tomás was concerned. The man on the throne stutter a bit as he stood, defending his selections, “B-both are excellent quality. You saw for yourself what the wolf can do and the woman is pure, just like you asked for. We had a deal, Tomás.” The pig was worried he was going to lose his money and had two extra mouths to feed. <br><br>Tomás grinned, <strong>”Quizás…”</strong> he began, then paused, <strong>”No, you are right, of course. Here.”</strong> The vampire reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of bills, bond together by a paper wrapper indicating the denomination of the bills, tossing the stack at Demetri’s feet. Who looked at the bills, frowning. “That’s half what we agreed upon.” Tomás crossed his arms over his chest, his face lacking all emotion. He could feel all the eyes of the minions in the room on him, and slowly his lips pulled up into a grin. <strong>”It is my offer, after seeing the merchandise. Take it or leave it.”</strong> He let the words fill the room, watching Demetri closely as he waited for a reply. The money was more than fair, since he was certain the two had cost him very little. The fat vampire remained silent, weighing his options, until finally he spoke. “It’s a deal, even if it cuts into my profits.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 18:31:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Josh-Kloss-josh-kloss-16610431-700-933.jpg)</div> Ahhh... Spanish, how amazing that felt in the ears of Oskar, it had been years since he had met another Spanish speaker. This was going to be a lot better than he thought, maybe it would be something that helped the two not completely tare each other apart. Something they could bond over... Ehh... Maybe not so much. He was still a werewolf and the other man was still a nasty ass leech. Though, he could probably hide his own accent less often, it didn't seem like the leech did. He actually seemed quite proud and arrogant about who he was.<br><br>He soon found that the chains around his wrists allowed him to move a little bit so he tried to wiggle out of his bindings as best he could without someone noticing. So far he was doing well, but it seemed that the buyer wanted to do a walk around. Oskar didn't feel the need to stop himself from trying to get out, he just did it a little less. Looking over to the other girl that seemed to be being purchased as she passed out, while everyone else was distracted with her he wiggled the rest of the way out of his chains, but he still held them in such a way that it looked as if he was still bound. He was now just waiting for his time to strike, right now the buyer was in his line of fire and that wasn't who he wanted to hit.<br><br>Oskar rolled his eyes upon being called a filthy thing, yeah he knew he was filthy, but that didn't mean someone like the buyer had to use it like it was a bad thing. He meant it as an offensive term and that was how Oskar took it. Tomás, that was his name... That definitely rolled off the tongue quite well, the name suited him well too. It was likely that Oskar found the way the leech on the throne struggled for words and to cover his ass probably about as entertaining as Tomás did.<br><br>When Tomás moved out of the way enough to allow Oskar the perfect line of fire and after the money was laid down, that is when Oskar decided to strike, throwing the chains at the fat leech, it hit him in the face hard and wrapped around his neck, letting out a scream Oskar just laughed. <strong>"Be grateful for what you get."</strong> Oskar said, with a smirk, his accent more prominent than usual, for him. '"KILL THAT FUCKING THING!" he screamed as loudly as he could and all the guards came for him, pulling on his leash, but he took hold of his own leash and yanked it out of the guards hands, he let out a loud snarl as he utilized the chain as a weapon, hitting the guards with it.<br><br>It seemed like Tomás had his back because everything seemed to stop and the guards were forced to remove the collar from around Oskar's neck. Oskar ran to the side of the girl and broke the bindings from her wrists and neck. <strong>"She's only human... There is no need for these."</strong> He said, not to anyone in particular. He picked her up then and held her close to his dirty self, he felt the need to protect her from the beasts that were around, even himself. Though, he trusted himself not to do anything to her except protect her. He then turned his attention to Tomás as he stood with her in his arms. <strong>"I think it's time to go... Yes?"</strong> He raised an eyebrow as he spoke.<br><br>He knew if he were to be left behind now, even her, they would pay for it. Oskar would likely die and the girl would likely be abused in anyway they could. <strong>"Look on the bright side, hijo de puta, you look better now. Consider that change, free."</strong> He laughed, he hated the man with an undying passion and figured with the way Tomás had his back before, Oskar could say what he wanted and not get hurt for it, at the moment. He could definitely see Tomás being a good master if he treated him well enough that he had Oskar's back... Not many masters did that because they would rather see their slaves hurting, even for something they didn't do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 06:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/thumb_portrait_left.jpg)</div> Things happened quite quickly once Demetri finalized the sale. Tomás’ new pet wolf made his move. For his part, the vampire took the moment to enjoy the scene, being very surprised by the Spanish accent the werewolf had. It was a pleasant surprise as it meant he would be able to use his native tongue when ordering the wolf about. But the wolf certainly had a mouth on him. Not that Tomás minded. It was something he was willing to overlook as far as Demetri was concerned, but only because he didn’t care for the guy. Everything changed when the bastard shouted to his guards, ordering the execution of his newly acquired slave. <br><br>As the werewolf whirled about, defending himself against the vampire thugs under Demetri’s employ, Tomás reacted. Quick as lightning, the Spanish vampire was upon the pedestal the slaver’s throne stood. He was behind the fat vampire, cradling his head with both his hands. He increased the pressure his hold with every word that escaped his lips, which one laced with venom. <strong>”If you wish to keep your head, you will call off your men. I have bought and paid for the wolf, and as my property, I will handle any disciplinary actions to be taken on him.”</strong> To make his next point more clearly, he twisted the other vampires neck slowly, as if at anytime he could pull it off his shoulders, <strong>”If you kill him, I am well within my right to decapitate you, cerdo asqueroso.”</strong> Demetri was trembling, as he very well should. Besides being quite old, Tomás had that violent reputation, should one venture to his bad side. The terrified vampire was quick to call his boys back, “Leave it alone, leave it alone!” Tomás grinned, his fangs poking out ever so slightly again. <br><br>There were few things that excited him like blood and power, violence and sex. And he let it show through his elongated fangs. He had no problems ripping this creep’s head off. And Demetri knew it. <strong>”Remove his shackles.”</strong> Demetri nodded to the guards and they began removing the restraints from the wolf. Tomás found it quite curious that the beast went straight for the human. He watched the male as he slowly released his hold on the other vampire, who quickly removed himself from Tomás’ reach. Ignoring the quivering man, the Spaniard stepped down, moving towards his newly acquired belongings. <strong>”It was a pleasure doing business with you, Demetri.”</strong> He purred as he straightened his suit jacket. <strong>”Let’s do it again, sometime.”</strong> He finished closing the distance between himself and his slaves, just as the wolf picked up the girl. Standing next to the wolf he didn’t have look down far to gaze upon the woman in his arms. Both of his belongings were going to need rest after this. Honesty, with all the rehabilitation, he was probably paying too much for them as it was. No matter. Tomás suspected they would both be worth it. His dark chocolate eyes met the wolf’s golden honey ones at the question. <strong>”Si. Vamanos.”</strong> He ordered, walked past his two slaves to lead them out of the shit hole. <br><br>The wolf’s parting words had Tomás smiling, though no one could see it. He said nothing. Didn’t correct him, didn’t discipline him. Mostly because the words were true, and partially because Tomás didn’t care if the wolf didn’t show Demetri the respect he would be expecting from the beast. It would be a private matter, should he ever speak to Tomás in such a way. As he lead them to the car, he briefly wondered about their names, but quickly dismissed the thought. It was bound to come up another time. The driver opened the door and Tomás paused, eyeing the dirty werewolf. Did he really want to let him into the town car with all that… filth on him? He mentally shrugged; he could just have the thing detailed. Or get a new car. Yeah, he would just have another one commissioned. He slid into the seat, motioning for the wolf to join him with the human. Crossing his arms over his chest, Tomás was silent on the way back to his estate. <br><br><strong>”Sígueme.”</strong> He ordered the werewolf to follow him into the house when the arrived. It was implied that he bring the human female with him. The house was quite lavish, large and ornate. Most of the decor and architecture was very modern, with touches of vintage charm and the occasional antique Spanish art. Tomás lead the pair up the grand staircase turning to the left, towards the largest bedroom, his. The curtains over the windows were open, and if one inspected them carefully, they would see the enhancement of steel plating, which would slide out over the windows on a timer. He may be a vampire, but Tomás was not about to sleep in his basement. The bed was to the right, grossly oversized for just one person, fitted with silks of the softest cottons in a dark blue, almost black color. There was no door to the bathroom, which actually was in the room, separated only be wall. It offered enough privacy, however, at least, Tomás felt so. He motioned to the bed, <strong>”Deja ella en la cama, y luego venir aquí,”</strong> he said, his tone very neutral, as he made his way to the bathroom. The tub was large enough that four or maybe five people could fit into it, quite over-sized, but something the vampire very much enjoyed. He removed his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his button up, revealing the tattoo on left forearm. Then he casual sat on the edge of the tub, turning on the water to begin filling it. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">translations</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>cerdo asqueroso- Filthy pig<br>Sígueme: Follow me<br>Deja ella en la cama, y luego venir aquí: Leave her on the bed, then come in here. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 18:36:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Josh-Kloss-male-models-18859801-1024-768.jpg)</div> Oskar looked up to see Tomás standing above him as he stood up with the female slave in his arms. Tomás didn't seem to have a problem with what Oskar had done, even stuck up for him... He was starting to sense more that Tomás like Demetri just about as much as he did. He was thankful to be leaving the shit hole, hopefully going to a better place... Somewhere with a proper bed and bath. That would definitely be nice. He quite enjoyed that it seemed his master seemed to favor Spanish enough that he commanded Oskar in it, he figured it was because he now knew that Oskar spoke it. Oskar was totally fine with speaking Spanish and being spoken to in Spanish with his new master, he actually liked it. It had been a while since he had found someone to speak in his native tongue with. Nice change of pace, all things considered. Things seemed to be looking up for Oskar, even if he was still a slave.<br><br>He hesitated getting into the car because it looked all nice and clean, and he was not nice or clean at the moment, but his master didn't seem to have any objections so he got in quietly, still holding the girl close. He wondered about her experiences as a slave, surely they were much different from his, she was in no way dirty like he was, she seemed to be kept pretty clean. Surely she had slept in a formal bed every night and was treated well... Well in the standards of a slave, not a normal person.<br><br>When they pulled up to what Oskar assumed was Tomás' home, he smiled looking up at it. It was a nice change of pace, surely it would be nothing like it had been with Demetri, not in a home as luxurious as this. He followed his new master into the home, all the while looking around at the beautiful home. They came upon what he assumed to be Tomás' room, it was quite big for one person, but he assumed that Tomás never slept alone and the reason he had bought at least the girl was to make the bed a little less lonely. He wondered what happened to the man's last slaves, but didn't feel like vocally asking. He had no idea what kind of rules or standards this master had and he didn't have the energy to be whipped for speaking before spoken to.<br><br>Laying the girl down on the bed, carefully he followed his new master to the bathroom. He looked to the man filling the large bath, he noticed the tattoo on his arm. Ooh, the man was a little less business than he thought at first. This was a nice change of pace, tattoos were always sexy. Oskar assumed he was going into the bath since he was so dirty, he stripped out of the clothing he had been given at Demetri's. He felt a little less dirty since those were gone. <strong>"Esos no son los míos. Usted puede quemar si lo desea, yo definitivamente no confiaría en ellos."</strong> He spoke, looking down at the clothing with a disgusted look and then to his new master.<br><br>Being naked didn't bother him, it was apart of being a werewolf and a slave. He did not think twice about it, though a normal person might. He only got into the bath when he was commanded to, something he was not use to was the gentle touch of another and a nice bath like this. Instantly when he sat down it started to make the bathwater turn colors that weren't normal. He sat quietly, helping wash himself when allowed, but other than that he allowed his new master to wash him and inspect him closely now that the layers of nastiness was being washed away to reveal his skin beneath. <br><br>He was quite liking this master so far, no cages, no shackles, no collars, no fighting, no abuse. It was all good so far, though he expected to be fighting again in the future because surely he was not bought for sexual reasons... No, that was the girl. There was no way this man had an interest in men in anyway. He looked too... Manly for that. Plus, if he wanted a man he would of gotten a male slave, not a female one. When his master was finally pleased with how Oskar looked he was finally allowed to get out, though he still had some shaving to do because he hadn't been able to properly shave in years so he had to do it with the stuff he had.<br><br>His master seemed to be on the same thought train because he allowed Oskar to shave, giving him the tools to do it. <strong>"Gracias."</strong> He said with a smile looking toward his master as he prepped his face to shave, thankfully he still knew how to do it. Though, that really wasn't something you forgot how to do. When he was finally done he rubbed his face and smiled. <strong>"No más sucio mexicano"</strong> He laughed, that is what his thoughts went to when he saw himself before. Though, he wasn't Mexican he was from Spain. He took great pride in that, being a Spaniard was one of the best thing you could be in the Spanish speaking world. He didn't think very well of Mexican, if that wasn't clear before. Just like Americans he thought them dirty things, just like he had been.<br><br>He adjusted the towel around his waist since it had begun to fall off of him. He didn't have anything to wear, but it seemed him and his new master were about the same height and size. Though, that didn't mean anything not many masters were very giving in the normal sense of the word and usually didn't share very easily. If anything Oskar might get some of Tomás' old raggy clothing, though he hoped for better. <strong>"Señor, ¿qué esperas que me ponga?"</strong> He asked, quietly, looking at his master, but not directly in the eyes. He knew from being with Demetri that was not something you did unless you were trying to defy your master and that was in no way what Oskar was going to do, Tomás seemed to be a good man so far. A generous master. Not many masters would wash a slave like Oskar, especially one that dirty and in his own bath. If anything they'd wash them out on the lawn with a hose.<br><br>He stood beside his master, faced toward him. He moved his arms behind his back, his head looking down at his feet as he waited for his master to speak, waiting for the verdict from him. He hoped he hadn't spoken out of turn to the man, he didn't want to anger him. His mind went to the girl then, he hoped she would be okay, she seemed to drop pretty hard, though there was no blood or anything when Oskar picked her up so if it was anything, it was internal. She was likely just weak and overwhelmed. She was human and likely had no idea about Oskar or Tomás as the beasts they were until she had been brought to be bought. That was one way to put a girl into shock...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Esos no son los míos. Usted puede quemar si lo desea, yo definitivamente no confiaría en ellos.</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>Those are not mine. You can burn if you want, I definitely would not trust them.<br><br>No más sucio mexicano</em> - <em>No more dirty Mexican.<br><br>Señor, ¿qué esperas que me ponga?</em> - <em>Sir, what do you expect me to wear?</em></div></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 19:22:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsf504004a.jpg) </div> <br>Delilah started to come to. She snuggled closer to the bed, pulling on the silk sheets. Silk? Her eyes popped open. Hers definitely weren't silk.<br><br>She was on a bed. A large bed and everything started coming back to her as she looked at the lace teddy and boycut panties she wore. Wolves, no wolfmen and vampires with really large fangs. She had been kidnapped the night before. And now she was in a house she didn't know who it belonged to. Suddenly, the face of a man came to mind. He had been in a suit and was very elegant looking. Like he was royalty and was betted than the rest. <br><br>Then there was another man, Spanish looking, covered in dirt. He had held her. She remembered that much because he had smelt fantastic. But now she was alone. She heard water in what she thought was a bathroom and saw movement. There was no door but the wall separating them was big enough to hold privacy. <br><br>"H-hello?" she managed, her voice soft and light but she was sure they would hear her. She crossed her arms in attempt to cover herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 00:48:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div> Tomás’ dark eyes watched the water fill the tub as he heard the wolf come in. He turned to face the beast as he entered. His gaze lingered as the man shed the filthy, tattered clothing he wore. Underneath was a finely sculpted body the vampire could appreciate, even on a werewolf. Maybe he could have some fun with the male. Just because he had been purchased with the sole purpose as a cage fighter, didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in some of his more exotic desires. A frown touched his lips at the wolf’s words, <strong>”Tengo pensado en él. Ningún esclavo mío vestirá esos trapos.”</strong> Though he considered telling the beast to shut his trap, he enjoyed to conversation in his native tongue too much. Plus, he quite liked the sound of the wolf’s voice, though that could just be because it came with the Spanish. He nodded towards the water. <strong>”Entrar.”</strong><br><br>The moment the male touched the water, the dirt and grime of the slavers facilities began to bleed out, discoloring the water. Tomás paused a moment, deciding to removed his button up before sticking his hands in the there. He had an undershirt, a tank top really underneath, but more of his tattoos were revealed. Tomás had quite the collection of them, actually; one on each of his forearms, the largest on his left shoulder. There was another on his back, and even another on a finger on his right hand. Also underneath the button up business shirt was the toned body of an athlete. Someone who took care of his body. A fighter. One does not survive for five hundred years being as fat as Demetri. He knelt, then, grabbing one of the many soaps from the ornate dish and dunking it in the water before he rubbed it over the man’s body. The tenderness in his touch was something even he himself was a bit surprised by, but as he washed the other, he inspected his body for marks or blemishes. <br><br>Soon the bath was finished and there was indeed a handsome man under all the grunge. Tomás found a shaving kit of which he gave the wolf, to trim and shave as he so desired, simply nodding when he was thanked. The vampire watched as the other groomed himself, taking the soap to his own hands, scrubbing them almost to the shoulders and rinsing them in the tub. It would need a thorough cleaning before he would get back in it, but he had a shower as well. A grin touched his lips at the wolf’s comment when he was finished cleaning. He could tell from the other’s dialect he wasn’t from Mexico, and sharing the same opinion as the beast, he found it funny. He was even more pleased that he seemed to know his place. <br><br>There had been a bit of concern on Tomás’ part as to the wolf’s attitude, with his behavior towards Demetri, but it seemed as if he had found a measure of respect for the vampire. It said a lot for the wolf’s intelligence that he hadn’t tried to attack him yet. But still, Tomás quite like seeing the beast clean and naked and was reluctant to provide him with clothing. However, the beast was to fight for him, and he would need to build is strength. He certainly couldn’t train naked, no matter how much Tomás would enjoy that. He was about to answer the slave’s question when the soft words of his delicate blood slave touched his ears. His dark eyes darted to the left, where just around the corner, against the far wall was the bed she had been left on. He couldn’t see her, naturally, not from his seat on the tub, but he rose, tossing the towel he had dried his hands on over the edge of the marble bath, <strong>”Ven conmigo, lobo.”</strong> With the woman awake, he would address them both, together. <br><br>When Tomás came around the cover, the first thing that he noticed was the girl’s attempt at covering her body. Laughter bubbled up into of him, rolling off his tongue as he continue towards her. He shook his head, pausing only a few steps away. <strong>”Now, now. You will not hide that magnificent figure from my eyes, delicada flor. Lower your hands.”</strong> It was not a request. There was an authority behind his last words but he did not compel her to do so. He expected compliance. He shifted so he could see both of his new pets at the same time before he began. <strong>”My name is Tomás Bernal, your new master. You shall not call me by name unless I give you permission to do so. You may address me as Sir, Señor, Lord, Master… but never by name. I also do not care what your names are, so do not tell me. I will call you whatever pleases me.”</strong> It was possible he may change his mind, but he suspected he would catch their names should the two ever speak. He certainly wasn’t opposed to them bonding some. He looked between the two, the delicious Spaniard and the beautiful Flower, <strong>”You will find I am quite generous so long as you show me to the respect I expect. You will have no chains. You will be well feed. The both of you will sleep in here, with me. You are even free to roam the house as you please, only locked rooms are off limits to those who do not have a key. However, do not take my generosity for granted. If you try to escape, you will find I am less than forgiving.” </strong><br><br>He brought his attention to the werewolf first, and he spoke in English, only for the girl’s sake. <strong>”You are to be my gladiator, Wolf. You should gather your strength, as I will be scheduling your first fight soon enough. I have seen only the slightest of what you can do, but I have high expectations of you. It would be wise to not disappoint me. In the dresser you will find a variety of clothing from which you can choose from.”</strong> He waved the beast on, so he knew he was free to dress himself, then he turned to the human. His dark eyes scanned over her body a moment, then he spoke to her, <strong>”You are have the pleasure of being my blood slave, my dear. Do not be so frightened by the title, for I can promise you, you will enjoy it. Now, as I trust that idiota, Demetri, as much as I care to know your name,”</strong> Which was none, <strong>”Are you virgin?”</strong> He wanted to be sure, before he tasted her blood. He closed the distance with her, until he reached the edge of the bed, then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning in closely, <strong>”No one has stolen your innocence?”</strong> He did not lower his voice. He did not care about her privacy. Whether the wolf heard was of no consequence to him. <br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tengo pensado en él. Ningún esclavo mío vestirá esos trapos.: I plan on it. No slave of mine will wear such rags.<br>&nbsp;Ven conmigo, lobo.: Come with me, wolf.<br>delicada flor.: Delicate flower </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 18:01:21</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsf504004a.jpg) <br>&nbsp;His voice was soothing and helped ease her a bit. And the wolf was now clean and naked. Oh, my.<br><br>The vampire, her master asked about her virginity. She gulped. "Y-yes. I am untouched." Having been raised with the idea that it was to be saved until her wedding night, she hadn't given it to anyone, nor had she actually found worth giving it to.<br><br>He leaned in towards her and for once, she thought of what it would feel like, being touched like that. Her body heated. She glanced at the wolf and it heated even more. Never had she felt this way. What was happening?<br><br>"Um, sir, what does it mean to be a blood slave?" She had to ask, unknowing if she was out of turn or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 18:25:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/5416/dsc9527eg1.jpg)</div> As Oskar waited on an answer from his master he heard a female's voice, the other slave he guess. Which, all things considered was a pretty good guess since he hadn't smelt or heard anyone else in the house when he first came in. He followed his master as commanded, his eyes laid on the pretty woman on the bed when they came out of the bathroom. He smiled down at her, figuring he'd be friendly to her since she seemed to be so new and petrified of the real world, the one that involved supernatural creatures.<br><br>He then looked back at his master, his smile disappearing and his face going to a look of submission. He did not look his master in the eye as he spoke, it was nice to confirm that the name that he used in the transaction was his real one. Though, he knew he could never vocalize the name unless told otherwise that was nothing new between masters and slaves. If you used their name out of turn there were usually serious consequences. Your master isn't your friend and you two are not equals. The master is above the slave, period. <br><br>Oskar was relieved, secretly at the fact that there would be no chains. He was beginning to like Tomás more, well in the sense of a slave liking a master. He was happy that he found this master, that he was worthy enough to have such a gracious master take him in, it was almost as good as being set free. Though, he wasn't too keen on having to fight more, that was the reason he was bought. He figured it was much better than being used for blood and sex like the human would be.<br><br>When he found where the clothing was kept that he was allowed to wear, which he wondered if it was the same as what Tomás would wear, he went to the dresser. He removed the towel, not caring that he was naked in front of the other two, he just discarded the towel on the ground having no idea what to do with it. He put on some boxers that he found as he listened to the conversation that the two were having on the bed. He had a feeling it might turn to sex, but hopefully not because that would be a whole lot of awkward for Oskar, he'd likely just go explore or something.<br><br>He pulled on some shorts and a tank top, just because it was simple and comfortable. He didn't expect to be up for much longer, he was still very tired and weak from the fight and having to carry the girl, not that she was heavy or anything. she was actually quite light. He couldn't help but laugh a bit when the girl asked what a blood slave was, he didn't mean to offend her by the laugh, it was more of a shocked at the fact that she had no idea, even knowing Tomás was a vampire. He turned to the two of them and walked forward a few steps, closing the distance between the bed and himself. <strong>"He will use me to bring him money and fame, because I am good at fighting. He uses you as arm candy to flaunt about at events, he also uses you for sexual favors and your blood. That is how a vampire lives, blood honey, it is much easier and more sophisticated to drink from a human that you own. Plus, now a days you have no idea what people have, that is why I am guessing he got you. Since you are clean."</strong> He said, simply. It was the easiest way to explain things to a human without breaking them too much.<br><br>His eyes traveled toward his master, he knew he had spoken out of turn and many masters would take the chance to punish a slave with as big of a mouth as Oskar was, but for whatever reason he wasn't afraid of Tomás. But then again, Tomás was a vampire and he didn't generally fear vampires. He could very well kill the man quite easily. He was a very experienced fighter, though it was mostly with guards who had weapons or other werewolves, he was confident that he could take down Tomás with very little problems. Though, that might be his ego getting in the way. He did forget that vampires were all unique, they were not all the same. They each possessed a different power. With the generosity of Tomás being so great, whatever power he possessed must be that of a good one. Especially to house a werewolf with no restraints.<br><br>Though, Tomás was correct in not restraining Oskar. Unlike some werewolves, he had a brain and knew that he shouldn't just attack anything that moved, though that is what fighting does to you... It slowly breaks you. Oskar would not attack unless provoked, outside of the ring. He really wasn't a fighter, he fought for his life, and when if life was not the thing in danger he did not feel a reason to fight. Though, sometimes the full moon could be a problem. <strong>"Correct me if I am wrong, sir."</strong> He said, finally after a few moments. Normally this term meant just correct the wrong statement, but Oskar meant it as punish him if he was wrong for what he had done... Spoken out of turn, when he wasn't asked to. Also, if he was wrong in general and Tomás had other plans for the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 04:01:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div> The human’s stuttered words brought a vicious grin to his lips. Where he a lesser vampire, Tomás was certain his fangs would extended once more. He might have even taken her vein right then and there, but he was better than that. Had more control than some newly changed youngling. No, he would be more sophisticated than that, despite how long it had been since he fed. The past week without a blood slave had certainly been unexpected, unfortunate, but necessary. His rules were meant to be followed, and should one break them, they had to accept the consequences. But from her timid nature, Tomás doubted he would have many problems from her. She was going to be fun indeed, breaking her in, teaching her how to please him. There was nothing like it. A strong hand reached, brushing back a stray strand of auburn hair, though the gesture itself was tender. One word rolled off his tongue in a cool purr, <strong>”Good.”</strong> <br><br>The fact she still attempted to hide herself did not go unnoticed. Still leaning over the bed, his eyes moved to her arms covering her frame and the vampire’s grin began to fade. The longer it took her to obey him, the harsher her punishment would be. However, he was reminded how new to the supernatural world she was when she asked her question. Though he would have preferred to hear her call him señor, as he wolf had, or even better, master, but he figured she would need time. Tomás closed his eyes briefly, opening them once again as he turned to gaze on the wolf when his laughter touched his ears. He watched as the beast moved towards them, enjoying the show as he watched his body move. The grin had vanished by the time the wolf joined them by the bed. As the gladiator spoke, Tomás slowly rose from his position on the bed. <br><br>He didn’t stop the wolf from speaking, curious as to what the male had to say. And for the most part, he was right. He let the silence fill the room as he stared at the beast. The other man watched him, but was at least smart enough to not look him in the eye. The confidence in his last statement was what really got to Tomás, though. The human had learning to do, but the wolf had obviously been around and should know better. He decided to address the woman first, because he felt like things might escalate with the man. Turning his dark eyes back to the red head, his expression held no amusement. <strong>”As far as a blood slave is concern, the wolf is correct. Primarily, you will sustain me by providing me with the blood I need. You will also satisfy any other desire I may have, be it of sexual nature or simply your presence at gatherings.”</strong> He bent at the waist slightly, leaning in towards her once more, <strong>”Now, stop your attempts at hiding yourself before I force you to remain naked for the duration of your service to me.”</strong> The words escaped his lips in almost a hiss, his accent thickening towards the end of the order. Where he had been soothing and gentle before, now there was little mistaking how he felt about being disregarded so plainly. He didn’t wait to see if she complied before rising again, turning on the wolf; if she was still trying to cover your body with her arms when returned his focus to her, he would rip her what little clothing she still wore completely from her body and it would be the last thing she ever wore. Ever. <br><br>Once those dark eyes fixated on the gladiator, Tomás closed the distance between, reaching for the man’s chin, forcing the slave to meet his gaze. He had sensed the lack of concern in the beast regarding his safety. The confidence in his actions and words as he moved about. Apparently what he had seen at Demetri’s was still there, even after how generous he had been to the male. There was the potential for disrespect, and he was going to put an end to that tonight. The vampire stared into the werewolf’s eyes, his grip on the man’s chin tightening slightly, <strong>”Arrogance is unbecoming, esclavo. I have money and I have fame. You are here solely for my entertainment. No piense que sólo porque se lucha en una jaula, no tengo otras intenciones para usted.”</strong> His expression changed, then, as he stared at the other man. A smirk touched his lips, recalling the body that was under the clothes he now wore, the leer was purely sexual. Perhaps Tomás was being arrogant himself, but for a vampire of his age and talent, werewolves weren’t nearly the threat to him as they were other vampires. To emphasis his meaning, leaned in closer to the wolf so his lips were close to the other’s skin, tantalizingly close to his lips. The volume of his words didn’t change, so the woman could hear, <strong>”Do not speak out of turn again, or I will make my point more… thoroughly. Comprendo?”</strong> <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translation:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>esclavo.: slave<br>No piense que sólo porque se lucha en una jaula, no tengo otras intenciones para usted.: Do not think that just because you fight in a cage, I don't have other intentions for you.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 19:01:26</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsc2a040d4.jpg)<br>&nbsp;At his words, she couldn't help but do as she were told. She let her arms fall to her side. She breathed in deep, the motion causing her breasts to press tightly against her top, skin showing above. Instead of adjust, she just let it happen. <br><br>She gulped though. She would feed him and do other wiles. Sexual. She wondered how all that would feel. The blood taking, the sex. Her body heated at the thought.<br><br>He turned his attention to the wolf and saying that he had been correct to then tell him off for speaking out of turn. He wasn't mean about it, but the threat was there. He was close to the wolf and she wondered what it would be like to see them kiss. <br><br>She shook her head at the heat she felt. She actually wanted them to come on to her. Wanted them to taste her. Neither more than the other but both. At the same time. The thought made her blush.<br><br>She nodded at him. "Okay, senor," she said, having a feeling that he hadn't liked the english version very much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 03:58:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/5416/dsc9527eg1.jpg)</div>Oskar watched the vampire interact with the human, unsure how things were going to go down. He could tell by the look on his master's face that he wasn't too happy by what had occurred. Though he did credit Oskar for part of it, which made him feel good a bit. He knew he shouldn't of spoken the way he had, that was teaching the human bad manners and she didn't need to disobey Tomás, she was too fragile to do that. Oskar could likely take this man if need be. He watched the man threaten the girl, knowing that she had best listen to him and if she hadn't by the time he was about done with Oskar, he would create a distraction till she did. She didn't need to be punished, even if she was a slave she was new to all this and needed to be brought into it slowly... That's what he thought at least. But he wasn't the master and his opinion didn't really matter.<br><br>He looked his master directly in the eyes with his chin was taken in the other's less than gentle grip. <strong>"You might want to tell yourself that, <em>señor.</em>"</strong> He growled back in the other's face, he didn't want to teach the girl bad manners, but he could be a bit hotheaded and just react in the moment. Which seemed to be exactly what he was doing. <strong>"You can always get more money, that's always nice, and fame you may have... But if you have a champion like myself then it'll bring you more. You will be held on a higher pedestal than you currently are with someone like me. That's why Demetri liked me so much... I imagine he charged you a pretty penny."</strong> He had lost his fake American accent the moment he knew that Tomás had the same one. His accent got thicker as he got going, not backing down what so ever. He stared directly into the man's eyes. He was ready to throw down if the need to do so came.<br><br><strong>"Así que a alguien le gusta violar niños pequeños, ¿eh?"</strong> He asked with a smirk, knowing that was likely the only thing left. The man probably had all the help. The girl was for blood and sex, he probably had maids, and butlers to wait on him... The only other possibility was that women were no enough for him and he needed to dominate men. Or, perhaps be dominated by one. Though, it would be quite the interesting fight if it came down to sex between the two of them because he would certainly not bottom just for anyone and his master didn't really look like he'd give up that easily either. Plus, the smirk and the look he got from the other was completely sexual. He wasn't one to complain about being with a man, but he was too fired up to care.<br><br><strong>"Ven a por mí, gilipollas."</strong> He snarled and bit Tomás' bottom lip, it was slightly sexual, though it still held anger behind it. He dashed out of the room away from the man, he was bringing this away from the girl's eyes, she didn't need to see what was to happen. He was at the other side of the house before he turned, since he didn't know the layout of the home he had accidentally backed himself into a corner. He didn't have much energy to shift, but he had a bit and he wouldn't be able to do it for long without it killing him but he would use it if need be. He kept his back against the wall as he looked down the hallway waiting to see the face of his master. He probably got himself a bit deeper than he could handle, but he had just gotten fired up and couldn't help himself at the time. His temper got the best of him, especially because of the fact that his master was a bloodsucker. The man was quite generous, he just didn't like how arrogant the guy was.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Así que a alguien le gusta violar niños pequeños, ¿eh?</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>So somebody likes to violate little boys, huh?</em><br><br><em>"Ven a por mí, gilipollas"</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>Come and get me, asshole.</em> Though, Gilipollas does mean asshole, it is much worst in Spanish.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 21:51:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div> Gazing into the wolf’s eyes, Tomás did his best not to grin. All through the guy’s words, he was having such a hard time not laughing. He was the master. He was allowed to be as arrogant and bull headed as he wished. The wolf, his <em>slave</em> was not, and all of his sudden rebellion wouldn’t change that. No matter how strong he was, how determined, Tomás was certain he could take the guy, in any way he wished. Especially now, with his weakened state. Admittedly, it made this whole bit less fun. Tomás preferred to best his troublemakers at their pique. He would much rather do this dance after the wolf had rested and recovered from his fights with Demetri. He could see the defiance in his slave’s eyes; the wolf was prepared to defend himself. Oh, breaking him was going to be more fun than Tomás had originally thought. <br><br>The violation comment wiped any smirk that should clear from his lips and his eyes narrowed a bit. If he had no self control, he would have smacked that smirk right off the man’s face. That was what really got to the vampire. The words hardly bothered him, because there was no truth to them, but that smirk…No slave of his would look at him like that. But they narrowed even more at the wolf’s next words. The challenge had been issued, and Tomás had to admit to a bit of surprise when the man closed the slight distance between their lips to bite his. It was even more surprising to him the sudden rush of desire that rolled through him because of it. His sexual preferences were wide and varying, but he had never thought they would extend to the fine form of a werewolf. Regardless of the anger behind the action. He turned as the wolf darted from the room, and his smirk returned. Oh, the chase! It had been far too long since he had had a good chase, having been using blood slaves for quite some time, now. He stared at the empty doorway for a moment before he moved. <br><br>He didn’t immediately go after the beast. No, his first action was to move to the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. Picking up the receiver, Tomás spoke into the handset, ordering the kitchen to bring up a few plates of food for the pair. He hung the thing up and turned to the human. She was submissive in contrast, and he hoped the wolf’s rebellious behavior didn’t spread to the beautiful redhead on his bed. He leaned in, brushing her cheek with a large, strong hand. <strong>”Food is being prepared for you, delicada flor. You should eat and rest, as I will be feeding from you later. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to retrieve my disobedient pup. You may follow, and watch, should you so desire to see what happens to the not-so-submissive slave. The choice is yours.”</strong> He leaned in, inhaling in her scent a moment, letting a sigh which held a primal desire. As he pulled away, his fangs elongated, a product of his state of arousal from the bite on his lip, the scent of the woman, and the chase he was about to began. <br><br>One might think speed was necessary for a chase, but no, not Tomás. For the vampire, the thrill came from the building fear and uncertainty the slowness brought with it. So he simply walked out of the room, his well polished loafers clicking against the stone floor. He made sure his steps were slow, purposeful, precise, so the sound of his movements would bring with it an impending doom. He moved through the halls cautiously, following the sound of panting breaths and pounding heartbeats. It didn’t take him long to find the man, and Tomás actually laughed at the sight; the poor pup had found a dead end. His laughter was that of amusement, pure and simple. Which immediately ended after about three steps into the hall. Tomás’ face, which had been wrinkled with laughter and a smile, fell into one of serious disapproval. It was noticeable for only a moment before the vampire moved. <br><br>Quicker than any human could hope to catch, Tomás was behind Oskar, his movement faster than the wolf could react to in his current state. Once there, the vampire grabbed hold of the man, then slammed him against the wall, face first. His grip was strong, unyielding as he pulled the wolf’s arms above his head, holding him at the wrist. He pressed his body against the other, pinning Oskar to the wall, hardly concerned if the man felt his erection. Any resistance the werewolf offered was ignored as he leaned in close to Oskar’s ears, inhaling in a hiss, his breath hot against his skin. <strong>”Así que usted es rebelde.”</strong> His words rolled off his tongue between his fangs, which he grazed against the man’s neck ever so slightly. <strong>”I like that. Voy a disfrutar de que romper, lobo. Tal vez debería poner en mi cama y la niña en el ring? ¿Crees que ella iba a durar mucho? Nunca he probado la sangre de hombre lobo. Se rumorea que sabe como perro mojado. Pero estás tan lleno de fuego, apuesto a que picante sangre española todavía te llena.”</strong> <br><br>He slackened his hold on Oskar only to spin the man about, so they were face to face. Again, he pressed his body against the other’s. <strong>”You are not special. I can find other champions, other gladiators. Do <em>not</em> be so careless with my generosity. It is by my will that you live right now. But what fun would there be in killing you now, when you are so weak.”</strong> His dark eyes moved from Oskar’s to the pulsing vein in his neck, lingering a moment, before returning to the wolf’s golden honey ones. <strong>”While I am certain to have outlived you many times over, wolf, you are hardly little.”</strong> The remark could be taken a number of ways; Oskar was the same height as Tomás and built. But the vampire had also washed the beast and seen what was hidden underneath those pants. <strong>”I could take you now. Fuck you so hard, in ways you couldn’t imagine, and bring you so close to ecstasy, only to deny you a finish.”</strong> His words were punctuated by the slow sliding hand that found it’s way to Oskar crouch, his long fingers wrapping a bit tightly about the man’s member. Much in the way Oskar had bitten Tomás’ lip.&nbsp; <strong>”Or perhaps I’ll fuck the girl and make you watch. Just because you are not chained now, doesn’t mean I won’t make an exception for you, <em>pet</em>. I can certainly collar you, leash you down like the dog you are.”</strong> <br><br>All of this was exciting Tomás. He would give the wolf a choice, and depending on his slave’s next actions, the master would react accordingly. <strong>”I can make your life as pleasant or as miserable as I wish, but it depends on you. Are you going to follow the rules, wolf?”</strong> He gazed into Oskar’s eyes, his own dark chocolate eyes full of desire. The wolf would see he was enjoying this, could feel it from the bulge in his pants, which carried with it the promise that no matter what Oskar did, Tomás would enjoy the punishment he delivered unto him, be it sexual or otherwise. <br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translation:</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><br>Así que usted es rebelde.- So rebellious you are.<br><br>Voy a disfrutar de que romper, lobo. Tal vez debería poner en mi cama y la niña en el ring? ¿Crees que ella iba a durar mucho? Nunca he probado la sangre de hombre lobo. Se rumorea que sabe como perro mojado. Pero estás tan lleno de fuego, apuesto a que picante sangre española todavía te llena.- I am going to enjoy breaking you, wolf. Perhaps I should put you in my bed and the girl in the ring? Do you think she would last long? I have never tasted werewolf blood. It is rumored to taste like wet dog. But you are so full of fire, I bet that spicy Spanish blood still fills you.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 17:52:05</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsc2a040d4.jpg) <br>His tone had her body heating even though it wasn't meant to be sexual. She wondered though what he could do to the wolf. Fear for the other slave set deep in her chest. But what if Tomas was hurt? That didn't sit well either.<br><br>Needing to see, she got off the bed and followed the sound of Tomas's shoes. It led her to a hall with a dead end and what she saw has her trying to remember how to breath. <br><br>Tomas had the wolf against the wall, his body pressed tightly to Oscar's back. Oh my.<br><br>The way she was feeling was wrong. But she couldn't look away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Immortal</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 05:26:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/5416/dsc9527eg1.jpg)</div>Standing there was beginning to get painful, just because of the anticipation of what was going to happen. He was afraid for his own safety. Vampires could be reckless. He doubted he meant anything to this man, they hadn't known each other long and the only tie they had was as master and slave. The only loss to his master that he'd be would be he would surely lose a bunch of money. Not that he couldn't afford another fighter, it might be hard to find one that was as good as Oskar. But buying slaves was much like playing the lottery. Not everything was guaranteed. Surely whatever Tomás had paid for him was worth it though and it would all pay off soon enough. With many fight likely scheduled he would likely get his money back. That was why fighters tended to be more expensive. It was easy to earn your money and then some back. Plus, with how good Oskar was it was almost guaranteed he would be swimming in more fame and money than he already have. Though, that all might be taken away when Tomás finally found him.<br><br>Oskar whined a bit when his master found him, and even had a laugh. No... This wasn't good, surely this would be his demise. He was definitely regretting everything now that it was all said and done. He couldn't lose that too much though, he couldn't give in too much to this man. For whatever reason... After all these years, the reason he rebelled was purely personal. He didn't want to lose himself completely. He saw how other slaves were like total robots and he couldn't allow himself to be that. He found himself thinking like them sometimes though, putting the master before himself. He had always been a giving person but it was different when it was a master and a slave. A slave was suppose to put the master first, and he did most of the time... He needed to rebel from time to time though, to show he wasn't some rug you could walk all over. His Spanish blood flowed hot in his veins and did not allow him to be that rug. He was too feisty for that.<br><br>He let out a yelp as he was slammed into the wall. He tried to fight it though, nothing seemed to move the man away who quickly had him pinned, with an erection that was very noticeable. Even though the situation he was in wasn't good and there was a time and place for sexual things, he still felt his body reacting to the feel of the erection. His master was a vampire, yes, and a cocky asshole... He couldn't help the attraction he felt though, the man was quite handsome, and had a pretty sizable member from what Oskar could feel. He got goosebumps when he heard the man speak and graze his fangs on his neck. <br><br>He growled as a reaction, and pushed back a bit against Tomás as a weak attempt to get away from him. The rebellion was something he wasn't suppose to like, though it was probably the chase... Or whatever you call it that had happened that he liked more. He definitely had Oskar in a bit of a panic waiting for him. <strong>"Mantenga sus fucking fangs lejos de mí... Sanguijuela."</strong> He spit out with a growl, speaking a bit of Spanglish, but it all came though just the same. He had yet to notice the girl or he might of watched how he spoke and what he did. She did not need to learn how to defy a master and piss them off. Though, it honestly wasn't hard. The hard part was walking the line of pissing a master off, but not dying from it.<br><br>He looked at the other as he spoke, being flipped around it allowed him to better see Tomás and perhaps raise a bit more hell. He spat at his master and growled, <strong>"You would be a coward for killing me. Kicking a man while he is down is just the pussy way to go about things."</strong> It was easy to stop this fight, but his Spanish blood was hot and boiling. He was ready to cause hell. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. He knew now was the time that he needed to calm down. He needed to collect himself before he pushed Tomás' 'generosity' too far. He opened his eyes as his master began to speak. <strong>"You saying you like what you saw?"</strong> He smirked, taking a different approach to all of this, he needed to get a handle on this situation, control it. Though... He had to control it in such a way that Tomás that he was in control. Which was quite easy, especially when people like him had their head stuck so far up their ass that they couldn't see past their own shit.<br><br><strong>"You wouldn't dare. You have no idea how clean I am, I could of easily got something in the conditions I was in. You don't want your prized dick getting something."</strong> He rolled his eyes and laughed, as if he thought nothing of the other's member. Knocking him down a few steps hopefully. He wasn't as hot as he thought he was, surely he wasn't as big as he presented himself to be. <strong>"You won't fuck her now either. You'll let her eat and get her rest. Plus, she's a virgin and unless you want to scare and break her... The first time will be slow."</strong> He shrugged. <strong>"Collar and leash, sure. Adelante. Not something I haven't had before. At least you're better looking than Demitri though. Eso no fue divertido de ver."</strong> He shivered a bit, remember a time when he had seen the man with women. Nasty. That was something he was glad he would have no chance of ever seeing again. He had never really referred to Demitri as a master, he did not get that kind of respect. This man who had him pinned... Surprisingly got a little.<br><br>He had tried to ignore the other man's grope, but he didn't do it that well. His body certainly reacted to it. Now that he had put the theory of STI/STDs into his master's head he surely would not be getting relief. Unless he thought himself too much like a god to get anything. It wasn't likely that he had any sort of infection or disease though, he showed no signs. Even with the conditions he had lived in he tried to stay relatively clean, keeping everything neat. Unlike the other beast who with shit and sleep right on the same spot.<br><br><strong>"I guess so."</strong> He sighed and gave a little shrug. He was done with the game for tonight. He was too tired to continue. <strong>"Perhaps another night when I am stronger we can revisit this."</strong> He smirked, he was definitely enjoying it and it seemed that Tomás was as well. This had definitely been a fun game. He looked around him until his eyes landed on the girl. He frowned when he saw her. No... None of this were meant for her delicate eyes. He felt bad about the trouble he had caused, the spitting, the swears, the defying. He sighed. <strong>"Go..."</strong> He whispered to her, sure that he wouldn't be let go so easily. <strong>"You need not to see any of this."</strong> He was surely no good for her. He wanted to protect her from his rebellious side, she did not need to grow one. She needed to be a good slave and listen, though she should never let her humanity slip away either. <strong>"Eat, surely you are hungry."</strong> He gave her a weak smile and knew he would be in more trouble for commanding this girl away. But, if Tomás was smart he wouldn't of let her see this. It was teaching her bad things.<br><br>He looked back to Tomás for some kind of help. <strong>"Voy a hacer lo que deseas ... Pero no deje que su reloj."</strong> He begged, which wasn't something he did often. For whatever reason, the safety of this girl, and the innocence of her was something he did not want spoiled. He just wanted to protect her, keep her safe, he would do what he could for her. Some things he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, like her being bit or fucked... But not teaching her to defy a master was something he could help... Or so he thought.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Mantenga sus fucking fangs lejos de mí... Sanguijuela.</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>Keep your fucking fangs away from me... Leech</em><br><em>Adelante.</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>Go ahead.</em><br><em>Eso no fue divertido de ver.</em> <strong>-</strong> <em> That was no fun to watch.</em><br><em>Voy a hacer lo que deseas ... Pero no deje que su reloj</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>I'll do whatever you want ... But do not let her watch.</em><br><em></em> <strong>-</strong> <em></em></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madame Professor</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 04:46:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/tumblr_mvhi1najsY1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div> The spitting was a bit much for Tomás and it caused him to hiss back at the werewolf. It was a wicked combination of a hiss and a growl, blending in cruel disapproval. In hindsight, he had probably antagonized the male with he fangs; it was quite clear the wolf didn’t care for vampires. But the instinct was strong for Tomás at the moment. The chase, the slow crawl that built the anticipation and uncertainty of what was to come next, had excited him more than he expected. It had been so long since anyone challenged him like this, making him hunt them down. He had been quite the devil in his younger days, eating whomever he liked, whenever he liked. Now though, he was more sophisticated, more civilized. But the baser urge to sink his fangs into Oskar’s smooth neck, where that artery thumped so loudly in his ears… He inhaled, his eyes narrow, as he focused on the wolf’s words, not his throat. For every threat Tomás had issued, the wolf came back with a counter; logical, sound calculations of the vampire’s own character. It was then realized this beast held little fear for losing his own life. He had gotten the impression the wolf had been around the slave trades awhile, he had seemed so knowledgeable. But this rebellious side… for him to still be alive, he must be very good in the ring. No, a different tactic was needed here.<br><br>That was when the wolf addressed the human woman. The balls on this guy… to as if they were equals, then address <em>his</em> slave! Rage rolled over Tomás and it was a miracle he didn’t snap his fighter’s neck right there. Instead, a low growl issued from the back of his throat and his hand released its hold on the beast’s groin, which had stiffen under his grasp, quickly moving to the other’s neck. He let his grip tighten as his dark chocolate eyes peeled themselves off Oskar to look at Delilah. <strong>”Delicate Flower of mine, return to the room. Rolando is sure to have brought your meal up. We will be along shortly.”</strong> The glare in his eyes was sure to send the woman quivering back to the bedroom. Even the air around Tomás had thickened with his anger. His body though, was as still as the dead. The normal movements you would catch a living person in, such as breathing, blinking, maybe a swallow or a twitch, were completely absent as he waited for her to leave, to obey him. <br><br>His dark, demonic gaze lingered on the space she had occupied before the turned his attention to his troublemaker. The only part of him that moved was his head, rotating slightly on his neck. The gesture was eerie, greatly resembling a large cat whose eyes followed his prey. It took everything Tomás had to not give in to his rage. Slowly, his grip lessened, so he was no longer choking Oskar, but he fingers remained loosely on his neck. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he stared into the wolf’s golden eyes. Overcoming his longing to bury more than his fangs into the man, Tomás let his lips curl into a venomous grin, <strong>“She is so innocent, is she not? Tan frágil.”</strong> Leaning in close once more, keeping the werewolf pinned with his own body, the vampire brought his lips next to Oskar’s ear. <strong>“You think I am too kind to be too rough on her for her first time?”</strong> the question dripping with a cocktail of lust and anger. <strong>”My self control is immense, but my temper, you see… Sometimes, it gets the better of me. You are wrong to think I won’t indulge in any and all of my fantasies on that deliciously scented body. Her first time could be her last if I so see it. Screams… Moans… They are all the same to me. Tanto placentera, tanto satisfactorio.”</strong> To punctuate this statement, he pressed his hips into the wolf, so he could feel how he was still erect, as if the idea of the redhead writhing in pain underneath him and sounds of fear escaping her excited him. <strong>“Do not throw me in the with the likes of Demetri. That scum could only hope to be half the vampire I am. I will bind you and ruin the girl before your very eyes, while you are helpless to save her, even as you beg for me to stop.”</strong> he paused, <strong>”Like you begged me, now.”</strong><br><br>Tomás kept his bod close to Oskar’s on purpose. He had felt how the other reacted to his touch, despite the situation he was in. <strong>”Unless you mind yourself, of course. Her treatment is dependent on your behavior as of now.”</strong> The poor wolf had shown his weakness, a human of all things. Deep down, Tomás could respect his desire to protect the girl, because something in him wanted to the same. But that feeling wasn’t only reserved for the girl. There was something in him that was drawn to the wolf as well. <br><br>He didn’t like it. <br><br>Not because of anything ridiculous like gender or species or even because the was a slave. Those types of stigmas had long ago vanished in the vampire. No, this was because the werewolf stirred things in him which caused him to do things or, in the case, not do things he would normally do. He had killed slaves for less. <br><br>Much less. <br><br>But Tomás hadn’t lived this long by wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Sure he was bluffing, he had no intentions treating Delilah that way, but the wolf didn’t need to know that. And the vampire intended to make sure it stayed that way. He held a practiced, hungry expression, as if to dare the male to bait him, to call his bluff so he could march back to his room and bathe in the redhead’s blood. The politics of the vampire world had given him hundreds of years of experience with hiding his true feelings. Now, he needed to appear stronger, crueler even, than Oskar could imagine. <strong>”Do we have an understanding, wolf? If you are good, the girl will not be harmed.”</strong> His lips pulled into a devilish grin. <strong>”And if you are really good, perhaps I’ll treat that nicely toned ass of yours to my… ‘Prized Dick’.”</strong> He used the beast’s own words. The man had meant it in a mocking way, with the eye rolling and the laughter, but his body betrayed him there. Tomás could feel how much the other liked the feel of his cock against him. Of course, he had quite enjoyed the sight of Oskar in the bath, also. There was no attraction lost between the two. But this attitude the werewolf had would have to go. Tomás was certain the male was smart enough to know if he pushed the vampire further, the control he had on himself would break. For the wolf’s sake, he should let it go, bite his tongue, say ‘Sí señor’, and wait until he was rested before starting a fight. But even that thought, the struggle between the two, throwing punches, claws, teeth, wrestling each other for the alpha position… even that excited Tomás.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translations:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Tan frágil.- So fragile. <br>Tanto placentera, tanto satisfactorio.- Both pleasurable, both satisfying. <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destined Mates (wolventears, immortal, &amp; madame professor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 01:42:18</strong>
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				Delilah felt a pang of fear as Tomas turned and told her to return to the room. But a part of her wanted to run her hand over that face and take away the anger. What? Why was she thinking that?<br><br>She nodded her head though on obedience. Oskar was deserving of what was coming to him but there was also fear in her for him. <br><br>She shook her head trying to clear it. What had she been brought into? And why was a part of her okay with it? <br><br>Inside the room, the servant, whom Tomas had called Rolando was setting a plate on the small table at the side of the bed. He laid out a napkin and topped it with a fork before turning to her and bowing. He was also of Hispanic descent.<br><br>Without a word and before she could utter a thanks, he was leaving to do his other work.<br><br>She say down, realizing for the first time, how hungry she was. She dove into the pot roast and potatoes, nibbling the bread brought with it before drinking the glass of water.<br><br>Once finished, and she must have been hungry because she finished her plate, she went back to the bed and sat, waiting for the others to return.
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