Growling low in his throat Marcoth turned his gaze back to his meal, then at Larmot once again.
To much displease illusion elders of such gather to words of exchange, pleasure withheld.
His smirk on his face faded within moments seeing Larmot eyes narrowing while Marcoth released his forceful grip from the hardening cock of Larmot, the pain obviously not affecting the Venture.
Well where might you have heard that the elders were gathering tonight, when I was told moments before coming down here?
Larmot's gaze watch Marcoth slowly as he stepped back nodding his head slowly at the large Malkavian with a grin.
Ooohh....perhaps the rumors of the Tremere's involvement with a Malk's interest were perhaps more than the common G-rated than the truth huh?
The Cajun accent slicing his words as Marcoth regained his blank stare with a slight anger still causing his luminescent blue eyes to flash and swirl within themselves. Shaking his head slowly with a smirk hiding the fact that if the rumors proved true that a Malkavian guardian, such as Marcoth, was in fact spending his nights and days in the bed of a Tremere elder such as Christian, or any elder for that matter. He and the elder involved would surely be hunted and killed regardless of the fact that Marcoth was a mere hundred years or so from being an elder himself. Born into the embrace around 1100 A.D. In the barbarian day's of Ireland, he was one of the oldest Malkavians of the city, with no elder to guide his clan he was one of the two that were unofficially put in charge.
To think of such things of illusions as a Tremere cooing its way into the bed of a Malk, one might believe that such Cajun would be more mad than a child of Malk.
The Cajun smirked and moved around Marcoth walking towards the door. His movements alone showed his arrogance as the Venture smirked back at him.
Perhaps, but remember Marcoth you are in my domain, this is my club, take care to remember that nothing moves in here without my knowing, including you.
As the elder left with his strut Marcoth reached over and finished the last bits of the scotch. Even though it would take twenty of them to make him even begin to feel the effects, he didn't care the taste was enough. Cursing himself for speaking as much as he had he decided to forget about it and feed since he had not in a day or two. Looking over towards his original interest, the two young men laughing with one human woman and one kindred whore. Marcoth knew the tall, practically in human height of 6'5 woman, Gangrel who spoke in her high heels making her seem down right freakish.
Gangrel's were by their own right the werewolves of the vampires. Keeping mostly to the outskirts of cities and crawling rather than walking most of the time. This Gangrel was known as the odd case of them because of her liking much like Larmot's, to play with her food before she ate it. Marcoth walked forward sliding his hand around her waist.
Michelle is of the nights eve, I wonder of what she seeks tonight for fun?
Looking back over her shoulder at the Malkavian still an inch or two taller Well of course Marcoth I was just speaking to Chris and Tony here and they wanted to perhaps play a little up stairs in the private VIP rooms, right?
The two men smirked and laughed while the human female took her place and moved away from the group knowing she was not included in the party. The taller of the two men, standing around 6'1 with a lean body looked to Marcoth and then to Michelle smiling, this was Tony.
Hell I don't mind a little action from either of ya!
He said it with a sort of soft toned voice showing his intentions as well as Chris standing a mere 5'10 behind him while he spoke with a lightly rough voice and with as much enthusiasm.
Sure wouldn't mind seeing what you got for us Michelle not to mention you big man.
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