Mistress or Master?

Zakhar groaned softly, biting into his lip harshly when she began moving more frantically against him.

Not coming was becoming far more difficult than he had thought it would be moments before.

The way she moved on top of him, the sound of her moans.

He whined softly, lips clenching together around the part of his lip caught between them, panting heavily as he tried to hold himself together and keep himself in check. A rivulet of blood ran down his chin.

He couldn't hold out much longer.

Belial moaned loudly as she continued to touch herself and thrust against the Lycan hard and fast.

The faint smell of blood filled the air and she found her head tossing back as she panted heavily.

With one last hard thrust against the Lycan, she climaxed, her body throbbing and clenching wildly around him as she came.

Belial's hands left her own body and she fell forwards, panting softly against the Lycan's chest.

Zakhar gave a hoarse cry when she thrust down harder against him.

His body jerked violently as he came hard, giving a loud relieved sob as he did so. He had been wanting that for nearly two days. Since the two of them had fallen asleep in this very bed, he had wanted to feel the woman force him into orgasm again.

He panted heavily, body jolting in the aftershocks of his release.

After having to hold out until she came on top of being deprived, that had been a very intense release for him.

Belial gave a mewling moan as he came forcefully inside of her, the sounds that he made sent a shiver through her body, Zakhar made the most amazing noises when he had been deprived then forced to an intense orgasm.

Her hand reached up and unchained his arms, he had done well and he had earned the right to touch her again.

The Demon stayed on top of him, purring and panting softly against his chest, right now she had no desire to move what so ever.

For a few moments after he was unchained, he just lay there panting.

But as the moments passed as he slowly recovered, he felt like he could use his arms again. They slid around the woman lying on top of him, fingers curling in her long hair, stroking through it idly.

He nuzzled his face into her hair, eyes sliding shut.

That had been amazing. He hadn't felt anything that intense in a long while.

A soft purr sounded in the Lycan's throat.

Belial gave a soft purr as his fingers stroked through her hair, it had been a short but intense session and not only for Zakhar, she too had been waiting a long time to lay with the Lycan again.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she lay against him, the Demon was quite content where she was and could easily sleep like this but she slid up slightly with a soft moan as the Lycan slid out of her.

"You can leave when ever you want, just be back tomorrow evening, same time."

It had been a long day and even Belial gave into exhaustion on the rare day. It was early evening but she wanted sleep.

He gave a soft sigh when she moved and he slid out of her.

He could leave? Did she not want him here?

Zakhar... He wanted to stay. He wanted to stay with her tonight. And that was clear when he hesitated.

The way she had said it, giving permission for him to leave like that, made it seem like she expected him to run for the door like the very hounds of Hell were chasing after him. Like she wanted that.

He swallowed thickly and stood, striding towards the door quickly. If she wanted him gone, he'd leave.

She slid off the man and sat up as he rushed for the door, clearly she upset him given the way he had reacted.

"Zakhar, you can stay, honestly I would prefer it but it is still early and you've probably not eaten yet have you?"

She asked, tilting her head to the side as she questioned him.
"In fact I haven't eaten either, get dressed, I'll make us some dinner then we will go to bed."

She added as she rose to her feet and fixed her nightdress, going to the wardrobe to grab a gown to cover herself with before heading towards the door.

Zakhar slowed to a stop.

She wanted him to stay? After how she had told him to leave like that?

He didn't like mixed signals. They confused him. Did she want him to stay or did she want him to go?

The Lycan pursed his lips. "Yes, Mistress." He bent to pick up and shake out his clothes, pulling them on before standing next to the door with his hands folded behind his back and gaze towards Belial as she pulled on a gown to cover herself.

She gave a gentle yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and she moved past him and opened the door, letting him out before closing it and heading down the hallway, she could see the confusion written all over his face.

"Before I had only meant that once I fall asleep at night that you can come and go as you please, if you need to eat or use the bathroom, even wander off somewhere else to rest then you are welcome to.

I don't expect you to be asleep next to me every morning but if that is where you want to be then that is fine.
I simply want you at my bedroom every night at the same time."

Belial wasn't the kind of Master to care for a Slave every moment of the day, she did have other things to attend to during the day.

She led the Lycan through the halls and down the stairs, then into the kitchen where she put a large fry pan on the stove before collecting what she needed from the fridge.

Zakhar gave a not, his confused expression fading.

"Yes, Mistress."

So she did want him with her. That made him feel much more relaxed. She wasn't so bored with him after their Sessions that she wanted him to leave.

Timidly, the Lycan reached out to take her hand in his. He didn't look at her or their joined hands as he walked. He hoped she allowed this. It was a simple affection, but he didn't know if she wanted little affections like this outside of Sessions.

His hand slid from around hers when she flitted off to gather ingredients.

He padded to the same seat he had been in when she had cooked for him last time.

A small smile appeared on her lips as Zakhar took her hand, he risked being punished again because he wanted to show her affection in public.

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before lacing her fingers between his and lifting his hand up, planting a soft kiss on the back of his hand before lowering it again.

She would allow this, everyone they passed would know she had a claim on the Lycan, a rather pleasing thought.

When they were in the kitchen she picked out some nice cuts of beef and grabbed a good bottle of red wine and she diced and placed the beef in the pan.

She wanted something simple but tasty that didn't take too much time.

The Demon cooked while contently humming to herself. When the beef stroganoff was almost ready she spoke.

"Zakhar get out bowls and cutlery, also wine glasses, goblets for red."

She called over her shoulder to him, he couldn't cook but she was sure he could gather together a few simple objects without burning anything.

Zakhar smiled down at her gently when she kissed the back of his hand, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in return.

He was so thankful she was allowing this. He liked showing small affections like this. With his Submissives, it was usually stroking or patting them and he knew stroking Belial like he stroked Lino would earn him a one way ticket to chastity-cage-ville. He didn't want to be visiting there again any time soon.

It wasn't until the meal was nearly ready that he realised what the scent was. Stroganov. He didn't recognise it because it smelled much more appetising than the slop that he cooked. She had seen his attempt at cooking stroganov when she took him on as a Slave.

"Yes, Mistress."

It only took moments to find what he needed, setting the bowls on the counter next to Belial before setting the table with the cutlery and goblets.

Instead of sitting down, he stood behind her chair waiting for her to approach so he could pull it out for her.

Belial quickly brought some fresh pasta to the boil before draining it, fresh pasta always cooked much faster than store brought packet pasta.

She drained it and filled the bottom of the bowls with pasta before topping it with a large serving of the beef and red wine stroganoff.

The Demon carried the bowls and the rest of the red wine over to the table with her, setting it all down and giving Zakhar a warm smile as she sat down on her chair as he pulled it out for her.

"Thank you, Zakhar."
She spoke softly as she poured them both a glass of wine to go with their meal.

She may have been a Demon but Belial still needed food and hadn't realized just how hungry she was until the meal was out in front of her.

Zakhar smiled at her when she thanked him and moved to take his own seat.

His eyes flickered up, waiting for her to start eating before he picked up his cutlery. If not as her Slave, as a gentleman. Men always waited for their ladies.

"Thank you, Mistress." Once again she had cooked a wonderful meal for him. He felt unworthy. She did so much for him and he provided her with so little in return.

He picked up his knife and fork and tucked into the meal with a contented purr. It tasted so great.

Belial was the best cook he had ever tasted food cooked by.

"You're welcome, hush now and eat, I wont have you dying of starvation on me."
She replied with a little smile, Zakhar was a terrible cook and she could only imagine what he had forced himself to eat in the past.

If nothing else she would give him one solid meal a day, every night before a session she was going to bring him down and feed him, he needed the energy so he could offer her everything he had when they lay together.

The Demon ate her food contentedly, taking a large sip of wine, a purr sounded in her chest as she ate, there was nothing better than good and good company after great sex.

His lips quirked up into a sheepish little grin.

It was probably true. If left to his own devices with the hard Sessions they had been doing, Zakhar would probably fade away into starvation.

Zakhar had a nasty habit of skipping meals when his attempts at cooking turned out inedible. He did try to hunt when that happened but he didn't always bother and sometimes when he did attempt to hunt, he came back empty handed.

Skipping meals like that when these Sessions were going on would eventually lead to him collapsing if he didn't start eating well.

The rest of his meal was eaten in complete silence.

Belial gave a soft chuckle and shook her head as he grinned at her, she would have to keep an eye on what the Lycan ate, she wouldn't have him passing out on her in sessions because he was malnourished.

The Demon finished off her food and sat back, bringing her legs up and folding them on top of her chair.

"There is still enough for seconds, eat, you need more to keep you going than I do."

The Demon could live on barely anything quite easily, she ate because she enjoyed it.

"From now on I'm making you dinner every night, I need you to keep your strength up for our sessions.
At least I know you will have one decent meal a day."

Zakhar nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

One decent meal was a vast improvement on one very murdered attempt at a meal or nothing at all. The only time he had ever gotten a semi-decent meal before he had met Belial was when he could catch a large deer and strip it bare like only a starving animal could.

He stood and doled himself out another large portion of the stroganov, settling himself back in his seat to eat it just as silently as he had done the first.

When he was done with seconds, he licked his fork clean and set it in the empty bowl.

"Thank you, Mistress. That was amazing."

"You're welcome, I like knowing that you are well fed."
The Demon had to cook for herself anyway so it really didn't make it that much of a bother, she only had to cook a bit more.

Due to her weakness against rock salt she avoided store bought food and restaurants, she could digest it in small amounts but overly salty foods made her unwell.

Belial yawned, stretching her arms over her head contently before settling back down in her seat, it was nice to be able to share a meal with someone.

Zakhar gave a little nod.

If she was going to feed him like this every night, then he would definitely be well fed. She made enough for him to have a large meal and seconds if he wanted it. And if his other meals during the day didn't turn out right, that would keep him going until the next night.

The Lycan gave a little smile when she yawned.

It seemed after that short but intense Session, she was just as tired as he was.

Belial got tired just like any other being that much was evident by her current state.

The Demon had been busy as of late, a few big deals that she had made with people had just ended and with the taking on of a new Slave she had been busy.

Now however she had time to relax and her body was already demanding rest.

Rising to her feet she padded over to the Lycan and sat down in his lap, kissing him softly.

Zakhar's arms slid around the woman's waist, returning her soft kiss with a slow caress of lips against hers.

He stroked her back gently as he pulled her a little closer.

These gentle touches without the need for sex were nice.

She wasn't going to jump him and he didn't feel like jumping her. He just wanted to be close with her.

It felt nice being close to someone like this, it was so rare that she could just sit and be close to someone.

Zakhar didn't attach a stigma to her because of what she was, granted he didn't know what she was, as such it was a welcome change that someone could be intimate in an innocent manner such as this with her without suspecting her of something sinister.

The woman's arms draped around Zakhar's neck, her fingers stroking the back of his hair gently as she leaned in the kiss him again.