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[brightwood-duchess]

Katell had seen snow in her time as Seelie Court emissary. Many of her favourite alliances brought her to such snowy and cold places. She'd grown fond of the falling white tufts and the warm traditions that bloomed in cold places. So Katell couldn't have been happier to be gifted such a treat on the island.

Katell had decided to skip the warm drink stall in favour of getting her coat first, a grey wool with beautiful silver fox fur trim, a rather convincing faux fur in fact. It was good timing too, seeing as the coat was tested seconds later as something hit her square in the back on her way to the next stall.

She spun around to the culprit apologizing to her. Katell recognized him from the cells but had yet to actually meet the man.

"You didn't?" she questioned, brushing snow from her shoulder. She then brushed some imaginary snow off her front, then bent down to brush off her shoes... where she covertly balled up some snow. "Because I'm sure this one will hit you," she said as she righted herself and threw a snowball back at the man.

Elliot hadn't seen snow in years, and when he looked out of Noah's window and saw his world engulfed in the white wonderland, he thought he was initially dreaming. A quick hand out the window confirmed it was cold enough, and he dashed out of the house, past the pets and a sleeping Jackson on the couch to indulge in the cold. It felt so good, he felt like a kid again! Obviously, he didn't have much to bundle up with, but a quick run into town granted him some of those free coats Headmistress promised (for himself and the other two in the house) and some winter boots. Elliot wasted no time heading to the quad, initially wanting to take his camera, but opting to wander around and take in the sights in childlike wonder felt better. Someone passing by on a shoveled path gave him a mischievous idea - rare, for the incubus - and he crouched down to roll up a snowball. He threw it far, in the direction of that someone walking, true surprise hidden under a slight giggle when it hit them square in the back. "Sorry!" he called. "I didn't think that would hit you, at all!" @the-institute-starters

#I mean... I had to! It's the perfect gif #chats #Elliot

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Katell took the direction Lucas offered with the light tugging of her hair. She wanted to do a good job, to flex the skills Magnus had given her, and most importantly, to hear more of those sexy moans Lucas made.

All the while her fingers ever so gently kept her on a precipice of release. She gave a soft moan at her own ministrations which reverberated around the cock buried deep in her mouth.

Lucas had little care for either of the courts of the fae. Still, if the rivalry between the and the apparent idiocy of the girl’s home court could be used to gain him better service from the pretty slave girl, he wasn’t going to argue. Especially not with her mouth wrapped around his cock and delivering a truly excellent blow job.

He moaned softly and tightened his fingers in the silky strands of her hair. He used her hair like a leash, tugging her forward and onto his cock whenever her head moved back.

#paras #Lucas #Rental

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Katell smiled which he could not see. She wished she could express how sorry she was to be doing this but knowing she was making it the least painful she could was the best she hoped for.

She wished she could speak. She'd have made a joke about paying him back in kind. As she moved to the other side of him, ready to lash the other arm, she paused for a moment. Why not, it would certainly be better than the strikes she'd caused this far.

Katell gently took the slave's chin in her hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was soft but quick, a sigh she appreciated his joke and would have teased him in turn if she could. It was also likely a clue that she was a female, what with her full lips, dainty fingers and her long hair which brushed against his shoulder as he did.

A guard shouted a quick 'hey' to get Katell back on track, a threat of violence against herself if she tried anything like that again. The compulsion itched again and so Katell took his other arm, held it the same way and offered five lashings, getting her own fingers a second time in the process.

Now he knew for certain that whoever was before him was forced, too. There was no way anyone who was doing this for real punishment purposes would have listened to him, making it at all easier for him. So much so that he let out a breath of relief when the perpetrator listened to him, even if it stung the skin on his arm.

“Thanks,” he exhaled, when they were done, finding himself laughing, albeit quite bitterly. “God, buy a guy dinner first, will ya? You’re already seeing me naked.”

#paras #Dylan #events #Punishment 23

[brightwood-duchess]

Katell followed the girl to the office and closed the door behind them. She had to admit, even just the dulling of sound by a single door was enough to ease her a bit. Her new acquaintance seemed to agree as she all but fell over the desk.

"Of course," Katell offered her understanding. For an empath this whole ordeal must have been an extra level of turmoil. Katell took a few quiet breaths, trying to calm her own mind for the woman's sake. That's when an idea came to her.

"Give me a moment, I might be able to help," she said as she moved to the centre of the room. In the few times she'd been unbound on the island, Katell had noticed her magic had shifted and changed but she knew she could still do this much.

Katell began to hum a sweet song, low and quiet, her eyes closed as she focused on her work. At first, a ribbon of starlight began to flow from her. It slowly began to circle the room, waving and twirling with the notes she hummed. When the circle enchased the room entirely, the magic really took effect. The room darkened, regardless of the light that had been streaming through the window or from lights in the room. The smell of night blooming flowers filled the air. The sound outside of the circle fell away to the soft quiet of night and a lullaby sung by nightingales began. The birds flew around the circle, made of the clusters of galaxies rather than feathers. A resplendent calm swept over the space as the ceiling of the room disappeared, replaced by a night sky littered with more stars than could be seen in this realm.

"It's called a Night Song," she informed her the woman. "The manifestation of the quiet peace night brings. The only feelings you should be sensing now are calm and bliss." It was her gift to give, her domain as the living embodiment of night herself. Within this circle, Katell's own brilliance was heightened as well. Stars seemed to live within the dark pools of her eyes and her skin gained it's starlight luminance, unable to be dampened by her poor mood within the circle as it had in the crowd outside.

She only hoped it wasn't too much on the girl. They'd all been through quite a lot, she would understand if this display was unwelcome but it was all Katell could hope to do.

Thankfully, the girl didn't do much to protest, which was fantastic - Tilly didn't feel like having to force someone with her. The crazed empathic abilities made her want to shriek and run off in peace and quiet, but the socialite in her didn't want to be alone. "Perfect, say no more, that's where we're going," she said. Until things calmed down. She led the girl away, into the room, and exhaled. "God, it feels so much better in here," she said, leaning right away into the desk to help steady herself. "I'm an empath, so... this is just a little too much for me."

#Sorry #I was listening to a movie score while I was writing #it always makes me write too much lol #don't feel you have to match the length #Tilly #events #chats #Lockdown

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Katell all but purred when he began speaking. The praise went straight to the space between her legs as it always did. The effect of his tarnishing of her court was expected and she happily wrapped her lips around his tip to gently suck. The colouring of himself as belonging to a dark court was unexpectedly sexy and Katell worked herself down to take the entirety of his cock at that.

There were some Seelie who found their Unseelie counterparts a delicious taboo, something dark and dangerous that made their mouth water. Katell had never been one of those Fae, happy to look well within her boarders for potential partners, unfazed by darker temptations. Now, that seemed to have changed.

She knew part of Lucas' appeal for her was that most of her court would disapprove of a Seelie Duchess on her knees for an Unseelie Lord, but there was something else at work now. The power of a dangerous man, the allure of trouble being flicked by the tip of her tongue. She was starting to see the appeal of a bad boy, which Lucas undoubtedly was.

Lucas wasn’t unreasonable. He allowed her to move and to use her hands, but if she’d taken a second longer to get those fingers back in place, he’d have punished her for it later. As it was, he simply leaned back and moaned softly as her tongue wrapped found his cock. He gave her an approving nod and pressed a hand gently to the back of her head to encourage her to continue. “Good girl…show me how much of a cockslut you are little Seelie bitch.” He knew her origin was a point for her and chose his words with care. “A slut for cock belonging to the dark court.”

#paras #Lucas #Rental

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#photos #mirror mirror

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Katell tried to buy herself some time by switching implements again. She placed the full sized paddle down in favour of a small suede flogger. Jody had once used something like this on herself so she intimately knew the sensation she was about to hand out.

It was a good thing she'd taken her time in choosing as it gave the slave time to make a request she could certainly uphold.

She returned and tapped his left arm with the end of the flogger to announce her presence. Then she gently took his wrist to hold his arm out the way she'd like. She didn't let go of his arm, not wanting him to hold the weight of it while he was likely exhausted. She then let the soft tails run along his arm to inform him of the implement change. Five lashings, just like last time, which she spaced out from his upper arm to just above his wrist, hitting her own fingers in the process which still held his arm in place.

Now it just stung, his fingers curled into fists and he laid his head against his shoulder. He didn’t realize his breath was held in during the hits, the last one giving enough heft to make him groan in response once it was over. The sun was beating down on his skin, he was tired and thirsty, and there was a dull ache reverberating over his skin with every hit the other took and then lingering after the fact. “Can you aim for arms, if you can?” he muttered. “I’ll even take my chest.”

#paras #dylan #punishment 23 #events

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Katell was drawn from her thoughts by the girls voice muttering something. She turned to ask what she might have said when her wrist was suddenly taken. A quiet place sounded nice, though it prevented Katell from seeing those she cared about who might walk through the door, the agony of not seeing them every time the door was opened was almost worse.

"There's an office down that hall," Katell pointed in the direction. It was likely meant for one of the doctors employed here to work away from patients but seeing as he wasn't here there was hardly anyone to object it's use.

Tilly was still so shaken from the night - if anyone looked carefully, they could see how her hands still trembled, how her blood pressure still didn't feel like normal, and might not have for some time. She was alright for a moment, just sitting in a silence between the two girls, observing everything going on around them. But Tilly was an extrovert at heart. "I can't take this anymore," she muttered, with too many people coming in and out, emotions running high - it was giving her a headache. "Let's go somewhere, let's find a room or something with less people, it's way too busy for me." She gently took the girl's wrist to nudge her in a different direction.

#chats #tilly #events #lockdown

[brightwood-duchess]

To: Katell Brightwood- @brightwood-duchess

Happy birthday my dearest one! I do hope that it was as beautiful and wonderful as you!

Grace

#Thank you!! #Grace #She loves it all!!! #gifts

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At Lucas' words, Katell lowered her gaze to the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what he had in mind for her mouth to do. She bit her lip as she crawled closer, making a show of it so he might forgive that she had removed her hand from between her legs. It was a practical break. She'd need both hands to free his member. She swiftly undid the Master's pants and pulled out what he wanted her lips wrapped around.

Once he was free she returned one hand to that agonizing bundle of nerves. It was a little easier this time, not only because she'd been given permission to slow down but she also had something to focus on. The Kink class that had become a requirement had given the island the basics but Katell's extra tutoring with Magnus had given her quite the edge. She let her tongue lick from the base of Lucas all the way to the tip where she swirled her tongue around his tip. She dared to let her wide eyes meet his as she laved attention on his stiffened cock.

“Come put your mouth to better use than talking,” he directed. She had been a rather arousing sight after all, as was evidenced by the bulge in his pants. “You may slow your fingers, but you’re not allowed to stop and you’re not permitted to orgasm. If you orgasm without permission, you will regret it,” he warned.

#Lucas #rental #paras

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Katell was taken aback by Fayeth's assessment at first, but upon reflection it was true. Although she was a bound slave on a depraved island away from all the power and luxury she'd ever known, she was happier here than she'd been in some time. As much as her status contradicted it, she'd found more freedom within the safety of this shrouded island than her last few decades at court under Daley's thumb.

At Fayeth's second admission, Katell took her friends hand. Her thumb rubbed the back of Fayeth's hand as she shared a soft, understanding smile. "I can only imagine the confusion that must have filled my absence at court. It must still linger in your mind and if I could explain it, I would. You must understand my silence, it's-" she stopped, her tongue refusing to utter words that might point to foul play. The orders Daley gave her had not lost their potency in the time she'd been away.

Katell took a deep breath and changed the topic, "but we're both here now, and happy. That is what we must focus on, our futures." She smiled brightly to try and easy any concern Fayeth might have had.

“Happy and safe and everything” she explained she sighed “I was worried not knowing anything” she also felt she couldn’t talk about it with anyone back home, even if she knew many felt like her they all knew it was best not to rock the boat or anything. She had always take comfort that Katell knew people and unlike her she knew much about the mortal world and other species but still.

#chats #Fayeth #events #Great storm 22

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Check In | Magnus & Katell

Katell had been on her way to the Halloween Carnival, however her mind was not on where she was headed. She knew Magnus had a home full of guests at the moment and she'd heard the Crimson Clover had been destroyed. He must have been swamped with responsibilities and problems which is why Katell had kept her distance after everything that had happened. She could not offer any help so she should avoid selfishly wasting his time with her own problems.

She had all the reasons in the world to continue towards the carnival and leave him be, but with every step all she could think about was how he might be faring. So at the last moment, with the carnival in sight, Katell suddenly deviated.

She made her way to the large house and paused outside for just a moment, wondering if she was making a mistake. She likely was, but greedily she continued up to the front door where she gave three light taps. If no one answered then that would be her sign that she should leave.

@berserkermagnus

#chats #Magnus #theinstituteclosed

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Katell nodded. It was a wonder their people closed themselves off so much and certainly something she wish wasn't true but changing a Fae's mind was likely one of the most challenging feats in all the realms.

"They are wonderful," she smiled. Her last words gave Katell pause. "Like what?" she questioned. Did she mean unbound? No, that couldn't be. Fayeth didn't know she was normally bound.

“Imagine that…maybe that’s why some of the stories about us that I have read are so wrong” she laughed, most of those stories though confusing mostly made her laugh “But is also true that there was a time when there was a lot of interaction, I do wonder why it became so closed off” she could think. of reasons but it just felt it was too much sometimes even if things were better. “Oh I haven’t interacted too much with them but I do know them” she said excitedly “They both seem like very nice people, I do hope they treat you well even if you’re just seeing where things go.” she smiled “Is nice to see you like this”

#chats #Fayeth #events #Great Storm 22

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Katell offered a smile to his compliments. Her eyes tracked the way he licked his lips and with the wafting pheromones' it took little effort to imagine all the places he might be placing that tongue during this rental. Honestly, during this welcome.

She gracefully walked inside the home, subconsciously taking a deep breath as she passed close to him for more of that tantalizing smell. She let her gaze move over his home but she took none of it in, not really, not with all the dizzying chemicals now swimming inside her head. Her breathing was already being affected, her chest lifting just a bit more than before, a bit quicker than before.

She turned around to face him when he asked such a suggestive question of her. Her eyes couldn't help but take him in from top to bottom once more.

"I am a Duchess," she informed politely, "and I'm not sure I have a preference. Perhaps we should try a few positions so I might discover one." She couldn't help but flirt back with him. He was an incubus with one thing in mind as he flooded his space with that scent, and she wasn't opposed to the idea either.

James was very excited about this current rental. He had never rented two at the same time let alone three. Then again he knew Katell enough that she seemed to enjoy some fun and public play at least enough not to complain much about it which would be important especially with the arrival of the other two at some point today. "Mmm you look incredible Katell it has been too long for my liking." He licked his lips then looked at the guards giving a nod then waving them off and stepped aside to let Katell inside.

He closed the screen door leaving the door open not knowing when the next guest would arrive but for the time being turned his attention fully on Katell. "So my place isn't the mansion some are around me probably not fit for royalty as I've heard you are some sort of royalty of your kind. So as you are royalty do you like to be on your back or knees?"

#paras #James #rental

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Katell let Orion wipe some of her tears but more came. With the bindings gone, those tears left trails of what looked like fine sparkles in their wake, stardust in reality which would fade to nothing as they dried up. It was just about the only sign she was unbound. Her usual luminescence had dimmed to nothing in all her fear and what flowers might have grown in her wake could not find purchase on the clinic floor.

She nodded with his words, listening to his theories and where he'd been. It all seemed like insanity. In all her many centuries, Katell had never once witnessed war. It helped that her kingdom laid in a realm of it's own which made invasion nearly impossible and if there was danger the guards surrounding the nobility would handle it before any of them ever knew. This was a horrific new for her.

"And you're safe too," she said more to reassure herself that he was standing before her. "Are you hurt? Do you need any medical attention?" If not she was more than happy to help him get cleaned up. She had to do something, stay busy, not think about the war outside or the enemy who had his eye on her now.

Orion smiled and reached out to wipe some of her tears away. "Not entirely sure what is going on. Some invasion is probably the best guess enemies of the headmaster or whoever attacking. Not gonna lie good to know my hunter instincts haven't dulled." It wasn't like he was a blood thirsty type of hunter but honestly some of his rage at others were transferred to the ones attacking he was able to kiss which was rather cathartic. "I was making my way back to the dorms from the beach to find you and a couple others to make sure you are alright but the guards grabbed me and dragged me in here so yeah. At least you are safe."

#chats #Orion #events #lockdown

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Well at least he still had the wherewithal to joke about his circumstances. That alone told her that this punishment was better than the last. She could only imagine what kind of horror's he'd undergone to get his scars and how this would be bringing as many memories back to him as it was bringing back to her.

She moved to the other side. Gave another tap for warning and delivered five strokes to his right cheek this time.

The fact that there was some sort of a warning made him sure it was a student, one that was here against their will. He did this very thing the day before, and understood the frustration of it all. Not being able to speak, or give any sort of help, spelled to do only harm - frankly, it sucked. He did feel bad for them, but his mind was more in self preservation mode, keeping his muscles as tense as he possibly could, so hard he was getting a headache - the rising intensity of the sunburn wasn’t helping.

His skin twitched at feeling the wood against him, bracing himself for the hit against him. He didn’t like it, his face reddening a bit and he clenched his teeth with each smack. After the fifth one, his head dropped back and he let out a humorless chuckle. “Buy me dinner first, why don'tcha?”

#paras #events #Dylan #punishment 23

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Katell nodded, "nor am I." She was too lost in thought at the moment. She was separated from everyone, terrified that at any moment that she was sitting safely in a clinic, someone she loved was outside dying. And underlining it all, selfishly, was the fear of Daley's words. What if he really did come here? What if he continued his horrid treatment of her, or it became worse without her status and power preventing public humiliation.

He could ruin everything. He could take all the good she'd found in this place and rip it from her hands. As she drove back into her spiraling thoughts, Katell betrayed her royal upbringing by absentmindedly picking at the pilling on the blanket at the end of the cot they sat on. The tiny fiber balls began to gather beside her feet in a pile as if evidence of her growing anxiety.

Tilly gently shook her head. It didn't bother her one way or another who was around her, as long as it wasn't to bite her or hurt her or anything. This place seemed safe, even if so often one of the windows had orange flares outside. She didn't want to know and would gladly keep herself ignorant as not to think about it too hard. "Nothing else to do, anyway," she said. "I'm not the most talkative company, though."

#chats #Tilly #events #Lockdown