[M] A Night Out To Remember

"Two more inches and you've reached my elbow Zakhar, make it there and I will let you come."

He would give the Lycan incentives to push his limits and through the Lycan could definitely withstand more pain than this he could already tell that his body was betraying him by the way the ring of muscled around his arm clenched and throbbed as he talked.

"Perhaps during mating season, when you are blind with lust and brimming with horny thoughts I will lock you in my room or down in the dungeon and we will see just how many times I could make you come before your body gives up.

Maybe I would have to take you out deep into the forest where nature could fuel you, how long do you think you could last.
Twenty? no, no that is childs play, I'd be aiming to get you to fifty at least, perhaps every ten I would let you rest for a little while."

He spoke with a purr as his arm pushed in further, one more inch and he would be there.
The Demon's hand rolled around inside of him, teasing him from the inside.

Two more inches?

Could he last two more inches? He could already feel the fire licking at his belly, enticing him to come.

No. He'd force himself to stick out two more inches. Just two more. Two more little inches and he could come.

Zakhar's head lolled back and he groaned loudly when Belial started talking about Mating season. Not now. Not while he was trying to hold out and stop himself from coming.

He didn't need the added mental image of Belial forcing him to come over and over again. Forcing him to stay awake, pushing his body past its limits and into exhaustion.

Zakhar whimpered pathetically as Belial continued to speak.

He jolted, crying out when the Demon's hand moved inside of him. "Master, please!" Get it over with. Push his arm just that little further and let him come. Just a little more.

"Do not come yet, Zakhar, hold out."
He ordered, he would push the man until he could not take it any further until his body broke down out of need.

"My older order still stands, you must tell me if you are going to come or can not take it any more."

He would not accept 'please' as a warning of what his body was doing, he needed to know what the Lycan was feeling and he wanted to hear it out of Zakhar's mouth.

His arm did not push in that last inch, instead it stayed still, his hand still rolling around inside of him, stroke deep within him as his fingers began to curl, Zakhar could hold out a little while longer, he knew he could.

"Yes, Master," he grit out through clenched teeth.

It was becoming much more difficult to do so but he'd hold out. He had to. He wasn't going to disappoint Belial any more. He couldn't.

Zakhar writhed as the man began to stroke him.

No, no!

"I want to come, Master!" He needed to come. This was getting too much. He wouldn't be able to hold out any longer but he didn't want to make Belial angry or disappointed.

He wanted the man to tell him it was okay. To let him come.

"No Zakhar, not yet."
He replied sternly, the Lycan would withstand this for a little longer, he had been trained for this.

His hand stilled within the man as he pushed in that last agonizing inch, the Demon held completely still after moving in that last amount, he knew the Lycan would crack if he moved.

He kept the Lycan like that, holding him down with his free hand, completely still.

Zakhar had made it to his elbow, even with how much he had teased and tormented the man.

"Okay, you can come."
He finally muttered, his free hand moving to grasp the man's arousal and pumping him relentlessly as he began moving his arm, thrusting into him roughly.
He had done as he asked, he had earned this much.

He gave a frustrated sob but nodded. "Yes, Master."

Just a little longer.

He was physically forcing himself, teeth digging into his lips, nails digging into his palms, toes curling.

Zakhar groaned loudly, keeping himself as still as he could when Belial pushed in that last little inch.

With a pleased gasp and a loud cry of "thank you, Master", the Lycan's body jerked violently. The blinding pleasure of the hand moving inside of him and the hand pumping him fiercely had him sobbing loudly at the sheer intensity of him coming.

A smile pulled up the corners of his lips as Zakhar sobbed, he could feel the relief flooding over the man as he was permitted to come.

He made Zakhar ride out his orgasm, pumping him firmly and thrusting into him until the man's body calmed down slightly.

His hand slipped from the man's arousal and he slowly pulled his arm out.

He stepped back and let Zakhar recover from the after shocks of his climax before reaching over and unchaining his legs and arm, allowing him to lay against the bench limply.

"You did very well Zakhar."
Belial would always encourage him, the wolf thrived when he knew when he was doing good or bad.

Zakhar slumped back against the table, panting heavily.

He moaned when the man's arm slid out of him. He always felt so empty after he had bee fisted. After having so much inside of him stimulating him into such an intense orgasm, without the arm inside of him he felt empty.

But oh so satisfied.

"Thank you, Master," he panted heavily.

His chest heaved as his eyes searched out the Demon.

He locked eyes with the Lycan and smiled down at him warmly, the man looked exhausted through he had been though quite a lot tonight.

Belial moved to kneel down beside the Lycan, his hand stroking through the man's hair, he was clearly still fuzzy from the after glow of orgasm.

Zakhar looked so good like this, exhausted and panting with blurry eyes.

The Demon leaned his head down and kissed the man deeply, his hands cupping his cheek softly.

Zakhar leaned into the gentle hand cupping his cheek.

He loved these gentle touches. It showed that even after such torture, the Demon still cared for him. He wouldn't go as far to say love. Zakhar had done nothing to gain the Demon's love.

He returned the kiss eagerly, a low purr thrumming in his chest as he lifted his arms to grip Belial's long hair.

His tongue lapped out over Belial's lower lip as he pushed himself deeper into the kiss.

"Lets get you home, I want you in my bed."
He murmured between heated kisses, he was going to keep the Lycan close to his side tonight after everything that had happened.

Belial scooped Zakhar into his arms, not caring if the Lycan had objections to being carried for what he was about to do he would be grateful for being held like this.

"Wrap your arms around my neck, shut your eyes tight and hold your breath."

He instructed, giving the wolf a moment to comply before teleporting with the man back to his bedroom.
Porting was never a fun experience for someone who was not accustomed to it, it felt like you were falling and the suddenly you were someone else, highly disorientating for people doing it for the first time.

"Yes, Master." Belial's bed was exactly where he wanted to be tonight.

Zakhar didn't object. He nuzzled closer to the Demon, arms sliding around his neck, lips running over his skin. Kissing and nipping gently.

When the order was giving, he paused in his kissing to inhale deeply and close his eyes, burying his face in his Master's neck.

When he felt like he was falling, Zakhar thanked God that he didn't have motion sickness. Anyone with a weak stomach would have puked from feeling that.

When he was sure that they were still, Zakhar began breathing again, kissing along Belial's neck once more. He didn't care about where they were. He just wanted to be with Belial.

Belial gave a soft chuckle as a thought came to him.
"Perhaps I should've made you walk home through the streets of Catania bare with a raw red backside."

He teased softly before laying the man out of the bed and laying down on top of him, pressing down against him and kissing the man urgently.

After seeing the Lycan strung up and at the mercy of Vampires all the Demon had wanted to do was claim the Lycan completely.

He had always been possessive if he found something he wanted, and he wanted Zakhar, a Lycan like him was a rare find and there was no way he was going to give him up that easily.
While he was around there was no force in Heaven, Hell or Earth that could tear the man from his side.

His hands weaved through the Lycan's hair as he pulled the man close, holding him tight against him.

Zakhar gave a low groan at the thought.

It would have been embarrassing but sexy as Hell. Zakhar had a lot of fetishes that as rare for just one person to possess. Among those many fetishes and turn ons stood exhibitionism. Being made to walk through town for everyone to see like that would have aroused him so much.

Ignoring the pain radiating in his thighs as the broken skin pulled painfully, he wrapped his legs around Belial's hips.

Zakhar wanted the same thing as Belial. He wanted to be claimed completely.

The Lycan's arms banded around the Demon's neck as he continued to kiss him deeply.

"Next time you misbehave I am going to put you somewhere extremely public, bare and bent over for everyone to see."

He murmured as he nipped the Lycan's lip, sucking on it intently.

The Demon smiled down at his Slave, his lips curling into a little smirk.

"Strip me."
He ordered as he pulled Zakhar to the end of the bed and stood up, hunching over the Lycan as he gripping onto the thighs that wrapped around his waist.

This was the first time that Zakhar got to see the entirety of this body and he wanted the man to enjoy it.

That was supposed to be a punishment? No, that wasn't a punishment. He felt he needed to tell Belial that that wouldn't be a punishment at all.

But not right now. Right now there were different things he wanted to do. Man more important things.

His hands moved to the buttons of the Demon's shirt, tugging them open frantically. To his credit, he didn't pull any buttons off. He pushed the shirt down over the Demon's shoulder for him to slip off when he released his thighs from his grip.

His hands fell to the man's shirt, tugging it up over his muscular stomach and chest, bowing his head to kiss the pale skin before he had even pushed the shirt all the way up, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting down on it gently.

He wanted sex. He wanted it rough and fast and he wanted it now.

As he continued to lap and nip at the man's nipple, his hands moved to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pushing them down, hand slipping beneath them to grasp the Demon's bare member, pumping it slowly, thumb running over the head.

He'd probably get punished for being too forward. He had been told to strip him, not jerk him off, but he wanted sex now. He had been denied and told to wait all night. Right now he wanted nothing more than to go at his own quick pace and get the sex he wanted.

He'd take punishments if they came but right now he didn't care as much as he probably should have.

A large grin spread across the Demon's face as he watched the Lycan trying to undress him as quickly as inhumanly possible.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as the Lycan eagerly began to pump him and bite at his nipples.

He knew that after how long her had been made to wait tonight that he would want this to happen as soon as possible but the Demon could not help but laugh softly, he had told the Lycan to strip him and he had done everything except that.

"Zakhar, I can't fuck you with my clothes half on, undress me properly and then you can touch me until your hearts content, but hurry, watching you orgasm like that has aroused me greatly."

He muttered with a chuckle in his tone, seeing his Slave wanting him this urgently was a pleasant sight and he was lucky that Belial had worked out all his anger earlier.

He gripped the Lycan's legs and pried them off of him so that the man could finish what he started.

Zakhar gave a whine when he legs were pried from around the Demon's waist.

His hand slid from Belial's arousal and skimmed up over his stomach and chest to push his shirt down and over his arms and wrists so he could toss it aside carelessly. They had time to pick up clothes later.

He nudged Belial's arms up so he could yank the shirt over his head and toss it aside much like the first shirt.

Then he pushed off the bed so he was kneeling in front of the Demon. He looked up at him with lustful eyes as he pulled Belial's jeans down, leaning forwards to lave his tongue up his thigh slowly, eyes never straying from the older man's.

Zakhar pulled back a little to let his tongue lap over the head of the Demon's arousal before taking him into his mouth eagerly.

He had wanted to taste Lia when he had first met her. To lick and tease her until she cried out his name. And even after she had taken him as a Slave, he had thought about it. It hadn't been very comfortable considering that he had thought about it when he was wearing his cage.

But Lia was Belial. They were the same person. He could't want to give one oral but not the other. As long as Belial didn't force him to swallow his semen, he would be happy to service Belial like this.

His hands raised to caress and stroke the Demon's powerful thighs as he began to bob his head, eyes still connected with Belial's.

Eye contact was sexy. There was nothing sexier than watching your Slave watch you as they pleasured you. He had made Lino do it plenty of times. He just hoped Belial enjoyed it as much as he did.

A small smile pulled at his lips as Zakhar whined, whether it was because he didn't want to release the Demon or because his legs ached from his cropping didn't matter, he liked both reasons and Zakhar made the best noises, his cries and sobs, pleaded and whimpers all sounded amazing to the Demon's ears.

Belial moved as he was prompted, lifting his arms so that the Lycan could pull off his shirt.

His eyes fell back onto the Lycan as he knelt down in front of him, a purr rumbled in his chest as his tongue lapped as his thigh and he could not help but moan as the man took him into his mouth.

His dark purple eyes met with the deep silver of the Lycan's, the same burning lust was present in his gaze.
He had watched as the Lycan had come twice and watching his Slave as he pleasured him had aroused him immensely.

He moaned again as his eyes stayed locked onto Zakhar, watching his Slave pleasure his body and having him watch in return was far more intimate, not something he would allow most of his past Slaves to do but he was loving this, watching and being watched intensified what he was feeling.

Zakhar's hands slid up Belial's bare legs slowly, caressing the muscle underneath his fingertips gently.

His hands slid upwards, gripping the Demon's cheeks and massaging them firmly.

A purr erupted in his chest. Belial had the best ass he had ever toughed. The skin was firm beneath his palms; round and perfect.

The Lycan's teeth grazed the Demon's shaft gently as his tongue lashed over the head.

His eyes never strayed and his hands continued to fondle and grope the Demon's backside.

His gaze was eager and lustful. He wanted to pleasure his Master until he was sated. He wanted to two of them to lie on the bed together after they had fucked themselves exhausted and then just cuddle because there would be nothing to say about it.

Belial's chest rose and fell in a gentle pant as he looked down at the Lycan, his eyes baring into him with all the desire in his body.

His immense anger from earlier had quickly turned to lust as he lashed the Lycan back in the warehouse.
Belial was not quick to anger and when he did lose his temper the results could be disastrous unless his anger was use constructively, sating his other needs and desires.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt the Lycan's teeth against him, at this point the two of them had, had quite a few sessions together and it had been a rarity that he had let the Lycan touch him, even in his female form.

Though he had to admit being serviced by the man was arousing him greatly, he loved being able to feel his Slave's desire and yearning to please him.

His hands reached down to weave his fingers in the Lycan's hair, gripping him softly.

Zakhar shivered violently as Belial's gaze shifted slightly. The way he was looking down at him was so intense.

Like he had that much lust that the Lycan needed to sate while doing this that it was hanging heavily in the air between their connected eyes.

He lapped at his Master's arousal, teeth scraping gently as he continued to bob his head, slowly pushing himself to take more of him in his mouth. It had been a while since he had deepthroated anyone but with a bit of mental coaxing, he'd damn well try to do so with Belial.

Zakhar's eyes slid shut for a moment, lulling himself to relax, to open his throat to the new intrusion.

When he was happy that he was relaxed and he had accepted some of the Demon, his eyes flickered open and moved upwards to meet Belial's again.

He kept his eyes locked onto Zakhar as the Lycan moved, it had been a long time since the Demon had actually wanted someone, five thousand years of constant sex and partners seem to melt together into one mundane blob, with the Lycan that was not the case.

A purr rumbled loudly in his chest as the Lycan lapped and scraped at his arousal, he tensed the muscles of his stomach for a moment as he resisted the urge to thrust into the Lycan's mouth violently, he wanted the throw Zakhar down as take him mercilessly.

His purrs were silenced when a low moan left his lips as Zakhar took more of him into his mouth.
This was a testament to their slowly growing bond as Master and Slave, a few days ago when he had met Zakhar there was no way he would have gotten the man to pleasure him in such a way, the Lycan would sooner bite his member.

But Belial had not asked for him, he had not ordered the man to suck him, Zakhar has chosen to to this, decided on his own that he wanted to serve his Master in such a way.

He began bobbing his head again, taking Belial a little deeper each time he did.

Pretty soon he was quite comfortably deep throating the Demon, hands still working the muscles of his backside.

A low purr rumbled in his chest, adding to the sensations of being in Zakhar's throat.

His silver eye flashed as one hand slid from one the man's cheeks and slid around his thigh.

He stroked the Demon's balls gently with his thumb before taking then gently between his fingers, massaging them as he continued to purr and bob his head.

Belial hadn't come yet. After all the torture he had put Zakhar through, he hadn't come himself. Zakhar wanted to give him one great orgasm on the Russian's terms before the Demon took control again.

The Demon gave a low groan as he was deep throated, the noise getting louder slightly as the Lycan began to purr.

The feeling of the Lycan's throat around his member sent a shiver through his body, watching Zakhar in the warehouse had riled him up and now he was feeling the frustration of unattended to arousal washing away with each bob of the man's head.

His hands tangled in the man's hair, gripping onto him firmly as the muscles in his stomach clenched, he could feel the heat spreading through his pelvis as the man strokes his package gingerly.