[M] Family Reunited Unexpectedly.

She gave a gentle purr as she was praised, nothing made her happier than hearing her Master consolidate that she was doing everything right in order to please him.

Lia let out a short gasp as he thrust into her, after going so long without him entering her it surprised her when he finally did, but it was worth the wait, she wanted him badly, the state of her made that clear enough, she was hot and wet, completely ready for him.

Her hands bundled in the blankets as her gasp turned into a moan, pressing back against him eagerly as she accepted all of him.

Zakhar groaned as he began thrusting his hips.

His hands gripped at her tightly. The feeling of her slick heat around him was divine. He had been holding out for this since he had asked her to shift and right now he wasn't disappointed.

The Lycan's hands moved from her hips, pressing down on her shoulders to push her torso against her bed while her ass stayed in the air.

He groaned again, murmuring her name softly.

She moved her body as she was prompted, pressing her chest down against the bed while pushing her hips up, presenting her backside to him as he thrust into her.

Lia lay her head on the side as it pressed against the bed, looking up at him through half hooded eyes as she panted softly, this was ecstasy after having been teased and tormented by toys that hadn't been moved inside of her.

Hearing him murmur her name had a small smile appearing on her parted lips, knowing that he held desire for her aroused her more than anything else.
A soft moan left her as his hips moved, feeling the friction of him inside of her.

Zakhar hadn't come once.

He had been locked in that cage with a vibrator in his ass and then fucked but he still hadn't come once.

And he could definitely feel that as he thrust into the woman over and over.

He could feel the heat coiling in his loins.

He was going to come soon. He was going to come hard. He couldn't wait to come inside his Slave for the first time.

But even after that, this Session was far from over.

Lia's legs began to tremble softly in anticipation, like any good Slave she wanted to be claimed, completely and unquestionably by her Master, to give him everything that she had to offer.

She moved with his thrusts, pressing back against him as he pushed forward, her hips naturally moving with his rhythm.

Her hands bundled in the sheets tighter, it had been a long time since Belial had taken on a female form, and even longer since she had been fucked, as such every thrust seemed satisfying, letting out a soft groan, murmuring Zakhar's title between panted breaths and breathy moans.

His thrusts slowly became more erratic as he thrust into the woman.

He could feel himself draw close to release and his thighs trembled with anticipation for it. He was hot and bothered and really wanted to come.

The Lycan's hands slid around the woman's body to pinch her nipples and roll them between his fingers as he continued his hard, erratic pace.

He groaned softly, panting with each hard thrust.

As his pace became more erratic she could feel the heat spreading across her pelvis, and deep within her as he continued to move and thrust inside of her.

Her panting came faster as she looked up at him, groaning as he toyed with her nipples, her toes curling slightly as she pressed her chest down against his grasp.

"Master...I'm going to come..."

She warned, her body jolting with each hard thrust, she had waited so long for him to take her like this and now that he was, she just could not get enough of him.

"Hold it," he ordered.

He didn't want her to come again until after he had come. Once he had come, then she would be allowed to come again. But not until then.

He groaned again, hips thrusting harder.

So close. He was so close.

"Mine," he growled, teeth sinking into her shoulder as his hips jerked, coming with a howl.

She gave a soft nod, whimpering gently as he thrust into her harder.

Lia bit into her lip roughly as his teeth sunk into her shoulder, that and the feeling of him throbbing and filling her would've been enough to send her over the edge if her had not given her an order.

Instead she simply tensed her body, chewing her lip until it bled to try and distract herself from the intense throbbing of him between her legs.

Her nails bit into her palm as she panted heavily, she would've pleaded with her Master to let her come but she had been told to hold, and she would do so until he told her otherwise.

Zakhar panted heavily, holding himself up above her with arms either side of her.

He tutted, one hand lifting to touch her chewed lip, pulling back to gaze at the blood on his fingertips. "Clean them and don't injure yourself again," he ordered quietly as his fingertips touched her lips again.

He didn't want his toys damaged. His toys were too important to him to get damaged.

"You may come now," he murmured after eh was satisfied that his lips were clean.

"I'm sorry Master..."
She murmured softly as she took his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean, sucking her own lip until the blood stopped, which for her didn't take long at all.

As soon as he said it was alright Lia came hard, her body clenching and throbbing against his as she moaned.

Zakhar hadn't told her to move so she stayed put regardless of how much she wanted to collapse against the bed.

She continued to pant softly, her body slick with a layer of sweat and slowly relaxing as she basked in the after glow.

Zakhar pulled out of the woman and laid out on the bed, panting softly.

That had been amazing.

For the first time in his life, Zakhar had claimed someone. The emotions brewing inside him because of that were indescribable.

His gaze turned to her as she continued to kneel on the bed like an obedient little dog waiting for his attention again.

His lips quirked upwards as his fingers ran over her skin idly; pinching her nipples, nails scraping over her stomach, stroking her, pressing against her clit.

Her eyes slid shut as her head lay against the bed, she wasn't even sure how many times she had come, they had all blurred into one long lusty orgasm.

Lia let out a gentle whine as his fingers trailed over her, she was highly sensitive at this point, having been used and treated over and over, yet they had only just began, she knew that once Zakhar was done with her she would be wanting to sleep for a few days.

Her eyes slid open slightly, looking over at him through a hooded gaze, a small contented murmur leaving her lips.
She had been claimed, not something she had intended on happening but that didn't bother her too much, not while she was like this, completely submissive.

Zakhar gave a little smirk.

If she was content now, Zakhar couldn't wait to see how she felt when he was done with her. He was going to use and abuse her for the rest of the night.

The both of them would be completely sated by the time that he was through with her. Neither of them would leave this bed until both of them were happy for the next few hours.

After some sleep, Zakhar was sure to be wanting another Session. He was almost impossible to satisfy for long periods of time during Mating Season.

The Lycan reached for the bag again, hand delving in and emerging with a Wartenberg wheel, grinning as he pressed the spikes to her thigh, running the wheel slowly up her thigh.

He was planning on driving her mad with sensations before he took her again.

She knew by the end of this she was going to be exhausted and sated but after a short while Zakhar would need tending to again, he was a handful during mating season and Belial hadn't had a proper, uninterrupted sleep since the beginning of the month.

Lia shifted slightly, her body was still curled in on itself as he had left her, with her chest to the bed and her backside in the air, she didn't want to do anything to anger him, not only as his Slave but having him claim her would make him even more possessive and volatile to be around during the mating season.

The Demon writhed slightly as the spikes pricked against her tender skin.

The metal spikes continued to run over her skin gently, moving up to her backside slowly.

He didn't move from his relaxed position next to her as he tormented her with the sharp, cold metal instrument in his hand.

Zakhar smirked a little as his gaze settled on her face, watching her expression as the wheel ran over her skin.

He was enjoying this.

The Demon's fingers twitched slightly as she lay there, she wanted to touch him, caress and stroke him but she didn't move, instead laying perfectly still as the spikes ran over her skin.

It didn't hurt, but rather the pricks awoke her senses, pulling her out of that murky after glow where the body numbs slightly.

Her gaze focused back on him, her large dark eyes looking up at him intently as her tongue lapped out over her bottom lip, the faint taste of her blood still present, in truth she was surprised that she got off so easily for biting her lip open if he didn't like it.

Though he seemed to want to avoid her blood since she had warned him about it, that was a shame.

He pressed the wheel just a little harder against her skin.

Zakhar wanted to drive her mad; he didn't say he'd do it in a good way. The sharp spikes pierced her skin a little, leaving behind small red dots as the blood began to well on her skin.

Pain and pleasure. He was determined to bring the woman both.

The nails of the Lycan's other hand scraped down her calf brutally, tearing the skin under his nails.

Lia gave a gasp as the spikes dug into her skin, squirming slightly as the stinging pain became apparent.

Pain and pleasure were so close that at times the Demon had trouble seperating the two. She knew that Zakhar was going to have fun with her tonight, one of the few people that she had met that had a higher pain tolerance than Zakhar was herself, after all, she had barely flinched when Brandusa had stabbed her earlier.

She gave a groan as the Lycan's nails tore at her skin, her hands bundling against the bed as she forced herself to stay still, she wanted to squirm and writhe but her Madter had placed her like this and she would stay this way until told other wise.

The Lycan smirked.

The woman was trying so hard to keep herself in position. It amused him a lot. She was a good submissive person when in that mindset.

Zakhar sat up a little, hand grasping Lia's hair and pulling her up onto her knees and holding her in place as he leaned forwards to take one of her nipples in his mouth.

He bit it gently, rolling it between his teeth with a low purr as he dropped the wheel onto the bed.

The Russian shifted to lean back against the headboard of the bed, pulling Lia along with him so she was straddling his lap. He pulled away from her breast, gazing up at her with a small quirk of his lips.

"Care to give me a little lap dance, dear?"

The Demon let out a purr as she was tugged onto her knees, pressing her chest forward, presenting her breast to him as he bit onto her nipples.

Lia gave a soft moan as he held her in place, the feel of his teeth against her abused and tender flesh had her yearning for more of him.

Her eyes locked onto his, the usual purple of her irises had darkened, deepened with lust as she gazed at him, a small smile pulling onto her lips as he spoke.

"Of course, Master."

She replied as she was pulled into his lap, she was going to savor this opportunity to be close to him.

Her hands grasped onto his shoulders as she sat up on her knees over top of him, her heat only inches away from his arousal.

The Demon's hips began to move first, swaying in a figure eight above him as her back arched, her chest brushing against his teasingly before moving back so he could view her body.

Lia's hands moved away from him, moving to her own chest instead, starting on her neck, her fingers skimming over the collar around her throat before trailing down her chest.

Her fingers smoothed over her breasts, causing them to bounce slightly, the piercings in her nipples glinting at him seductively as she moved, swaying and grinding against him, gracing his chest and stomach with fleeting touches of her body.

Zakhar watched her silently, eyes following the movement of her hips.

He shifted to make himself more comfortable, accidentally brushing up against her heat. Accidentally.

The Lycan smirked as he leaned back against to watch her hands descend over her chest slowly. His eyes followed the slight bounce of her breasts when her hands descended further.

"I'm sure you can do better than this, dear," he murmured softly, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek gently.

His lips quirked. "I'll even let you use toys to help keep me amused because pretty soon-" His hand slid down his stomach to grasp his arousal. "I'll be amusing myself."

Lia's lips pulled into a small smirk as he brushed up against her, of course Zakhar would purposely attempt to tease her without any intent of actually touching her.

She leaned into the touch on her cheek, a gentle purr sounding in her chest which promptly stopped as he spoke.

A gentle pout graced her lips, if she could not keep her own Master amused than she was not much of a Slave, Lia shook her head.

"I'm sure I can keep Master amused."
She replied with a soft whimper, her eyes locked on the hand that was currently wrapped around the Lycan's arousal.

She planted a kiss on the man's chest before bending back, the Demon flipped backwards, moving from sitting in his lap to kneeling down on her hands an knees a small distance away from him in one fluid movement.

She got to her feet and walked across the room, her backside swaying suggestively as she walked, opening the wardrobe she grabbed out a riding crop, tapping it against her palm as she moved back towards to bed, pressing play on the ipod dock beside the bed, playing a slow song with a heavy bass line.

Instead of climbing back onto the bed Lia placed the crop between her teeth and gripped onto the post of the bed and hoisted herself up onto it.

Wrapping her legs around it she span around in a circle before arching her back completely, hanging from the pole by her hands she pulled her body up.

At this point she was completely upside down, her legs splitting before bending back until she touched the back of her head with her toes. On this angle her body was completely on show for him, displaying every muscle and curve perfectly.

"We'll see."

Zakhar smirked inwardly. He loved the little whimper that accompanied her eyes dropping to the hand around his arousal.

His lips did stretch into a smirk when his eyes caught sight of the crop in her hands. Ahh, the riding crop; something he had become very well acquainted with in the last couple of weeks. He had had many broken on his ass and thighs since mating season began.

But, instead of the shiver of anticipation and the tense in his muscles that usually accompanied seeing the Demon holding a crop, Zakhar just relaxed even more against the backrest. Belial wouldn't be whipping him with that crop tonight.

The Russian watched the pole dance with uninterested eyes, giving a little tut when she gazed at him, completely upside down.

"Perhaps I should go find someone that will take my orders instead of disobeying them. Someone obedient." Zakhar pushed himself to the edge of the bed and stood, padding towards the door silently.

Would Belial whimper? Move to stop him? Even ask what she had done wrong?

When Zakhar stood she stopped immediately, kneeling down on the bed with her eyes down cast and her head bowed submissively, her hands neatly resting against her knees and the crop laying beside her.

"I'm so sorry, Master."

She muttered softly, a quiet whimper leaving her lips. She had disappointed him and though she was unsure of what she had done wrong she had been disobedient in his eyes.

Her stomach lurched inside of her, she had displeased her Master, and act unforgivable in the world of servitude and as such a look of absolute shame currently graced her features.

She wanted to beg him not to leave but that was not her place, he did as he pleased and she was do as she was told.