Vlads: Nikolai

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Wildernesses like Carpathia are in short supply, but the magic, portals, and traditions we hold are not. Aside from being a hot spot for demon activity, Carpathia has more rogues than most. Whether that is due to the somewhat ancient and enchanted air, or undeveloped land, no one can really say.

Given what we deal with, it is lucky there are not more towns and villages than there are. Every one is rather reluctant to try and build anything in the darker parts of our mountain given how many demon and rogue sightings there are.

Portal activity is a big thing here, something about magic lay lines and the sort. Not my cup of tea.

Unlike other larger families and those who depend on outside help, the four of us tend not to. It is a lot of shit to deal with, and we do have allies, but the only people on this planet who cannot be replaced in under an hour are the three assholes that I love more than life itself.

The only people we trust is us, and the only member or members we would add to our clan would be mates.

This is complicated for more than one reason. My mother was Queen like I said. She chose my father as King and three other mates. All of which who loved her deeply and shared her equally. Any mate that one of us chooses has to be accepted by all of us, or walk from the circle.

Being so different that’s not an easy thing.

It is our job to extend the Vlad bloodline. Given our history in the matter, it’s not something any of us are really open to trying again. Not to say we don’t enjoy sex or share partners because we do, regularly in fact.

We just don’t commit to any one knowing that there is no way that one woman, let alone multiple would be agreed on by the four of us.

Blood and sex are great things, which I often indulge in, kind of expected of me and one of the few things I don’t ever complain about needing as a vamp. I just like variety. I also know that just as much as I don’t approve of my brother’s choices when it comes to females, they don’t approve of mine.

Fun for a day or two, perhaps a three-day weekend at most, I’m not a long-term type of guy.

Even if I did like someone, keeping and sharing them among my brothers doesn’t last more than a week. That’s more about our inability to like the same woman more than it is us enjoying the act of caring for one.

After what we’ve been through and the fact it’s pretty obvious that we don’t agree on each other’s females, it’s too much to ask of any of us to claim one.

Not after that woman. We all learned our lesson there.

We may need them in some ways, a vamp with our power is just as likely to tear down a city than to save it when pent-up or sexually frustrated. So we all know better than to go without. We were also raised in a polygamous household and trained against things like jealousy and territorialism to a point of it feeling weird when we don’t offer the same pleasures to each other as we take ourselves.

Still, the fact that our tastes vary to obscene degrees makes it more of a ‘fine if you say so’ rather than the original purpose of the lifelong habit to avoid us killing each other for a woman. Oh yeah, there is only one high-born female to fifty high-born males here.

We can fool around with humans, but to make babies, we have to be with vamps.

Long and short, is our blood is too strong for most people to handle when it comes to pro creation. We’ve never been mixed, but not for a lack of trying. The only females we can pair with are pure bloods or high-born mystics.

Human females are generally donors and can sleep with us long as we are careful. Potentials on the borderline of human or mystic are easier, and other mystics are best as far as full enjoyment goes. Though they do come with the loftiest expectations, understanding what we are and how we do things.

I like damsels in distress. Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions.

Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half.

All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself.

Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

He prefers meaty men and has never brought anyone to share because it’s not really our thing. Have I slept with a guy? Of course. Is it my preference? Not really.

People are just attracted to what they’re attracted to. Just like there’s no definable reason for blue being someone’s favorite color. There’s no real reason I see that I like petite busty women when I get a choice in things.

Personality and situation has way more to do with it than looks, but I am hands down a breast man. Kai like all of us, will indulge us more than enjoy we give to him, not seeming to appreciate our sexual preferences any more than we like his.

He never lets it show though.

None of us do, with the woman any way. Kai is even more of a commitment phobe than I am.

We have only really agreed on one woman that all of us would be willing to care for and protect long term in the course of our two hundred year lives. That woman, was the first last and only joint relationship we had.

Still, anyone that one of us has slept with more than once or twice, is more or less guaranteed to be with the other three. Might be off-putting to some, but it’s how we were raised and there are a lot of reasons for that.

Not only were royals afraid of brothers offing each other and narrowing the bloodlines, they were also more than aware that incest caused deformities and weaknesses. So to keep families mixed, strong, and free of jealousy, everything one has the other does as well.

It is not until we are much older and guaranteed against resentment that we start to identify and accumulate things to our own tastes rather than enduring an eclectic space of every one’s junk.

Any way back to the whole female rather than possessions thing, I can’t always be around, so anyone I choose would have to depend on my brothers in my absence. I leave for weeks at a time in some cases, and always have shit to deal with.

Not really fair to leave a pretty young thing cold at night or lonely. I like women’s pleasure. I’m happy to give it. I’m happy to watch it. Not to brag, but we all have big dicks, know how to use them, and are pretty thorough when it comes to sex.

I can’t say I have met a female yet who didn’t enjoy being shared by us. Sex is not a bad thing. It’s a healthy thing as long as people respect themselves. There is zero slut-shaming in my head or heart. I appreciate a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to be adventurous and honest about enjoying it.

My family also gets a lot of attention, so protection is a big thing too.

With me gone at the drop of a hat and in uncertain situations that I couldn’t even attempt to guarantee someone else’s safety in I’d have to leave her unguarded and unprotected. Murder is the first word that comes to mind when thinking of an unguarded pure-blood female in our region.

Besides, one man having five women is fucking nuts in my opinion. Even for an orgy. There is only so much of me to go around. It is also a lot less bitching and moaning when I’m busy if they have someone else to take care of them. My brothers feel the same. Plus, I like variety. I have no intention of giving up my freedom any more than my brothers do.

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