[M] Family Reunited Unexpectedly.

"Mine," he purred against her throat.

Belial was his. His Slave. His Master. His keeper. His world.

Belial belonged to Zakhar and he wouldn't let anyone else have her. He'd mark her over and over, suffer however many punishments he'd receive for doing so, just to make sure she belonged to him and everyone knew it.

He pulled away from her, untying her arms and dragging her to lie with her head hanging over the bed by her hair.

He stood in front of her on the floor, thrusting into her mouth with a groan, still tugging harshly on her hair.

Lia panted softly, looking up at him as he spoke, the bestial glint in his eye told her only one thing.

Zakhar had given into his Lycan needs, he was claiming her and his mate, he was going to get possessive, she knew this would happen sooner or later, he was an old Lycan, the need to claim someone would've driven him mad sooner or later.

She was actually surprised this hadn't happened sooner given the incident with Brandusa earlier, she thought the jealousy would've gotten to him, his Master being intimate with someone else right in front of him.

Lia gave a soft yelp in surprised as she was dragged around by her hair, falling onto the bed roughly as he moved her.

Her hands gripped onto the bed roughly, gagging softly as the Lycan thrust into her mouth without any form of warning, she coughed against him for a moment before her throat relaxed, taking him in and sucking him eagerly, a soft purr rumbling in her chest.

Zakhar didn't pause to give her time to adjust.

As soon as he thrust inside of her, he started a rough pace, thrusting into her mouth with a low moan.

"Make yourself come," he ordered in a growl.

He wanted to see her finger herself and fuck herself with his toys while he fucked her throat.

Zakhar gave a sharp tug to her hair. "Now."

Lia was already in a completely submissive mindset, she knew this session with Zakhar was going to be rough, he was going to be demanding and overbearing, he was a male Lycan asserting his dominance over all and their females survived by doing exactly as they were told.

Her body jolted slightly as he tugged her hair rough, gagging on his member again, her throat swallowing against his shaft as it tried to adjust itself.

Both the Demon's arms slid beneath her body, the fingers of one hand dutifully rubbing her clit in tight, small circles as the other grabbed onto the toy in her ass, thrusting it slowly but gradually picking up the pace to mirror the pace of his arousal in her mouth.

Zakhar purred as he watched the toy being moved inside of her.

His eyes were dark, almost black instead of the stormy grey-silver they usually were. Zakhar was being controlled by his lust now.

He wouldn't allow her to walk away from this without him being completely sated if only for a few hours. They would rest for a few hours and then he'd fuck her again.

The Russian's eyes strayed, watching as her body moved with each forceful thrust of his hips. His ears picked up the sound of each moan and gurgled sound she made.

He loved it; this utter dominance over someone so powerful.

Lia breathed quickly and deep through her nose, her body moving with each forced thrust into her mouth, soft moaning noises escaping her, the vibrations in her throat stimulating him.

The Demon didn't mind this, being completely submissive. No one could force Belial into submission, it would never happen, situations like these, it was always her choice to do this, no one could take control away from her, she had to willingly give it to them.

Her hand slid away from her clit and moved to grip the other vibrator, moving both of them in sync and with a loud moan as she was moved against the Lycan.

Zakhar tugged sharply at her hair again.

"Make yourself come. Don't make me tell you again," he growled.

He hadn't told her to play with herself. He wanted her to come. If he wanted her to play with herself, he would have told her to do so.

His pace sped up and he gave a little groan. He could feel his own release slowly growing in the pit of his stomach.

She winced as her hair was tugged, giving a small whimper in apology as she moved back to stroking her clit firmly, she didn't need to be told again.

Belial was as obedient as they came, when you're an Angel all you know is obedience and when he fell the Demon channeled that obedience into more, sinful practices.

She looked up at him, her eyes flickering, the look on her face almost pleading as she murmured in against his arousal, trying to tell him as best she could that she was about to come, like he had ordered her to earlier.

Lia cried out against his member as her body jerked, her tongue lapping out eagerly against his head, teasing his slit as she came.

Her breath came in quick pants through her nose as her body shuddered in the after shock.

Zakhar gave a slight jerk of his head when she began murmuring.

She was about to come. He understood that well enough. Good. He had told her to come and, after a slight prompt, she was doing so.

"Good girl," he praised, pulling out of her slowly.

"Hands and knees. Now."

She gave a long exhale as he pulled out of her mouth, panting softly as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, her head bowing slightly as she continued to pant.

Her body was tense from being continuously stimulated by the toys inside of her, having to have each orgasm after the other didn't leave time to recover.

Zakhar had not come once as of yet so she knew they were far from done, not that she was complaining, this rough treatment was delicious, she knew her body would ache tomorrow and be covered in the claiming marks of the Lycan.

Zakhar gripped the toy in her ass, thrusting it deep inside of her as he moved to kneel behind her.

His free hand splayed across her back as he leaned forwards, teeth sinking into a cheek, sucking harshly at the skin to leave another dark mark.

By the end of this, Lia would be covered in marks and absolutely exhausted.

Zakhar was far from done with her. She had allowed him a Session with complete control and he was going to take full advantage of that.

Her body jolted, a low moan passing her lips as the toy was thrust into her, her back arching down in a very feline manner as she pressed back against the intrusion.

She hissed softly through her teeth as he abused her cheek, marking it roughly, already the Demon was beginning to lose count of how many times she had come already, but she knew there would be a lot more where that came from, Zakhar hadn't even entered her yet.

Her hands bundled against the sheets of the bed in anticipation, there was no telling what the man was going to do to her but she was eager to find out.

Zakhar purred softly, continuing thrusting the toy into her.

"How sensitive are you?" he mused idly as his other hand slid from her back, moving across her ribs to grasp a breast. He rolled the freed nipple between his fingers a little before pinching it.

His hand moved again, tugging on the chain still attached to her other nipple.

"Do you want more?" the Lycan asked in a low, husky purr, hand skimming down her stomach.

She moaned and moved against the toy as he thrust it into her, her eyes sliding shut as she let herself feel every little teasing touch of his hand against her skin, drinking in the sound of his lusty voice that was laced with dark intent.

Lia bit her lip as he pinched her nipple, her chest pressing down against his hand as she gave a soft whine.

The Demon gasped as the chain was tugged, her skin alive with anticipation as he spoke.

"Y-yes, Master, please."
She whimpered with a tone of pleading, she wanted everything and anything that he was willing to give her.

"So you want more. But...do you deserve more?"

His lips quirked upwards as his fingers tapped idly against his stomach.

"Have you pleased me enough to give you more?" She had pleased him. But playing with Slaves was always fun.

How would she react to this?

Would she beg or plead? Stay silent? Try to do something to please him so he'd give her more?

Her eyes flickered to look up at him for a moment before dropping down to the bed, her head hanging slightly, she had come so many times on his order but he had not come at all.

A Slaves duty was to please their Master, her own pleasure was not of importance.

"No, Master."

She didn't deserve more, she didn't deserve anything, she was to take what her Master gave her, she didn't have rights and she was not entitled to anything.

Zakhar gave a soft smile.

That was a good way of separating would-be Slaves with real Slaves. People that wanted to please their Masters and people that wanted their Masters to please them. he had lost many Slaves because they wanted him to please them instead of the other way around.

It was difficult finding true Slaves in this day and age.

The Lycan leaned over to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

"You deserve this, Lia," he murmured softly in her ear as his fingers pinched her clit gently.

The Demon's body relaxed visibly as he kissed her shoulder gently, lifting her head slightly to look at her Master, over her shoulder.

"Thank you, Master."

She murmured in a near whisper as she melted against his touch, a soft mewling moan passing her lips as she pressed against him.

Lia was eager to touch and please him, be close to him as much as she possibly could given what he had allowed her to do.

The Lycan leaned forwards to kiss her deeply.

She was a good Slave. A very good Slave. He was very happy with how she was acting at the moment. If you saw her now you wouldn't think that she had been dominating him for months.

His fingers grasped the vibrator inside of her and pulled it out agonisingly slowly.

Two fingers thrust into her, curling slightly.

"Moan for me."

She kissed him back eagerly, yearning for more of his touch, these kisses which told her that she was pleasing him and the gentle touches that made her feel cared for as her body was used and abused.

Her breath caught in her throat as the vibrator was slowly removed, her body giving a shudder when it was out completely, it had been inside of her for so long that her body still tingled despite it's absence.

Zakhar didn't need to tell her to moan, the feel of his fingers inside of her did that job for him.
The Demon gave a shaky moan as she pressed against the fingers inside of her, the feel of his flesh inside of her was addictive.

Zakhar purred.

His fingers thrust into her deeply, slowly.

The Lycan continued to kiss along her shoulder slowly, tongue lapping out over her skin, teeth scraping gently.

"My little whore," he murmured softly.

Lia's slow, soft pants became a string of soft, barely audible mewling moans as his fingers moved inside of her, she was hot and wet, eager to please him.

"Vse tvoye , Master, tolʹko vash."
She whispered gently in his mother tongue, looking over her shoulder at him adoringly.

Zakhar made a wonderful Master, not all of this was an act for him, she was enjoying this.
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All yours, Master, only yours.

"Tolʹko moya."

His hand slid away from the vibrator inside the woman, moving up to curl around her throat. The pressure was enough to make sure she knew he was there but it wasn't enough to impede her breathing.

"YA ne lyublyu delitʹsya svoimi igrushkami."

Zakhar was a possessive, childish man. Sharing his toys was not an option for him. They were his toys. Not anyone else's.
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Only mine

I don't like sharing my toys

She swallowed thickly as his hand wrapped around her throat, she could breathe perfectly fine but the feeling of the collar pressed up against her skin had her staying completely still in his grasp.

"Vam nikogda ne pridetsya delitʹ menya , Uchitelʹ. YA tvoya igrushka, chtoby ispolʹzovatʹ kak ugodno."

She muttered reassuringly as she gazed at her Master with a dark longing gaze, it was clear that in this submissive state, she only had eyes for him.
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You never have to share me, Master. I'm your toy to use as you please.

"Khoroshaya devochka."

She was a Slave to be proud of. Belial was obedient and eager to please. Zakhar liked that. He hadn't had enough Slaves that were as eager to please as she was. It made for a nice change.

Zakhar's fingers slipped from her and he shifted a little behind her.

The Lycan thrust into her with a low groan, gripping her hips tightly.
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Good girl