[M] Family Reunited Unexpectedly.

She wrapped her thighs around him tightly, holding him close, purring softly as his lips ran across her neck.

Lia chuckled softly as he mentioned the time she fisted him, a rather fond memory.

Her hand moved to stroke his cheek, he definitely sounded obsessed and for once her next course of action became unclear, did she keep him close and let him come closer by letting him know more about her as a person and not just his Master or should she push him away, keeping him at arms length so the relationship, or what ever it was between them became a little healthier.

"You're confusing me Zakhar, I'm not quite sure what you want from me, or what I should do next."

She muttered with a chuckle as she kissed him, a little slower this time, trying to calm him.

"When you know what you're trying to say to me, tell me, I do want this to work, but obviously you're not entirely happy with our arrangement.

If you need to get to know me then fine, we can make time to push sex aside and simply talk.
I'm not a secretive person, never have been."

Zakhar sighed heavily as he leaned into the touch of her fingers on his cheek.

"I don't know either." What did he want? What did he really want in all of the chaos that had come out of his mouth?

He wanted to be closer to her.

Zakhar wanted to know more about his Master.

"I want to get through the rest of mating season and then I want to get to know you," he decided. He wanted to know little things like her favourite meal or her favourite song. What languages she knew.

Just little meaningless details that made people bond.

He was calmer now. There were no frantic words. Just calm breathing. He was feeling much better now he had gotten most of his thoughts off his chest and made sense of them for the most part.

His hands slid from her thighs and he stepped back when Belial was stood up again.

He knelt before her, head bowed slightly as he reached back to unbuckle the collar around his ankle. He held it up to her, head still bowed.

"Then that is what we will do, get through this month then we can worry about sorting all that other shit out, okay?"

Her hand slipped from his cheek, grasping his hand and bringing it up to her chest, placing it over where her heart should've been.

"Do you feel that?"

There was nothing there, no frantic beating, no pulse, just the slow artificial rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

"That is why you should not take me as your mate, there are some things even I can't give you, choose someone who can."

She gave him a soft smile, it was a nice sentiment but she did not want to claim something so important to the Lycan when there was every chance that she could not reciprocate it.

Lia's fingers caressed the smooth leather of his collar, her hand reaching down to stroke through his hair, petting his head softly before crouching down in front of him.

"Your Session never technically ended, come on, I want to be intimate as equals one time."

With that she took his hand, tugging it softly as she prompted him to stand.

Zakhar nodded.

Yes, he liked the sound of that. Get through this wretched time where he only thought with his dick then start thinking and doing things again. More times like the movie night they had. Though he hadn't paid much attention to the movie itself, he thoroughly enjoyed that night.

His eyes flickered up when she pressed his hand to her chest. Feel what? There was nothing there for him to feel. No heartbeat, no nothing.

His furrowed brows smoothed out a little when she began speaking.

She didn't want him to take her as a mate because she felt there were other people that could make a better mate for him than her. Zakhar didn't know what to feel about that.

As equals? This would prove to be an interesting experience. Zakhar couldn't have vanilla sex. It was just far too plain for him. The two of them would be scrambling for toys and restraints. Breaking free of bindings and challenging each other constantly.

As much as he liked defined roles, that sounded nice.

He grasped her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and allowing her to lead him to the bedroom again.

His eyes flickered to the girl that bolted past them trying frantically to tie her corset as she ran down the stairs. His daughter hadn't fared well with Belial. She look traumatised.

Lia squeezed his hand softly in return as she pulled him along towards the bedroom again, her eyes following the young girl as she fled the hallway.

"She didn't inherit her fathers talent."

The Demon explained as she got on her toes to plant a kiss on the Lycan's neck, giving it a gentle nip.

She pulled him back into the room and pushed the door shut, there was no use ever locking the door here, no one ever ventured down this far, and they didn't mind visitors.

Pulling him towards the bed she smiled tossing his collar next to where hers had been discarded before pushing him down on the bed and straddling him, slowly undoing her dressing gown and dropping it to the floor.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards.

"My talent to keep you amused?" he asked with a low chuckle, lifting a hand to tug a lock of her hair playfully with a smirk.

Brandusa was still young. He doubted she knew much about their world. Given time and training she could make a good Dominant or Submissive.

A lot of time and training going by what had happened earlier.

Zakhar's hands grasped her hips when she straddled him, leaning forwards to bite a nipple, tugging sharply at the piercing.

"I have a short attention span."
She replied with a soft giggle, when you're a Demon that can have nearly anything at the drop of a hat, a long attention span is not something that is developed, either Belial was entertained or she lost interest very quickly.

Lia gave a soft moan as her piercing was tugged, leaning forward into the touch of his teeth.

Her hands stroked down his sides, reaching behind her as she sat up on his pelvis to stroke his balls and inner thighs tenderly as her head leaned down to catch his neck in her mouth, biting down on it roughly.

He groaned softly, hips pushing forwards into the touch of her fingers stroking him.

Already he was getting worked up and they had only been on the bed for a few moments. The pains of mating season. He was constantly horny and it didn't take much to set him off.

A soft gasp sounded when she bit into his neck, his teeth tightening around her nipple, tugging it again sharply before flicking his tongue over it.

His hands slid down to grasp her backside.

She didn't need a collar to claim him as her own, as her submissive or otherwise.

The sound of the gasp had a small smile pulled at her lips as she bit down harder, sucking harshly on the skin caught between her teeth until she left a deep purple mark on his pale skin, laving her tongue over it as she admired the mark.

Her mouth fell open as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, her body grinding up against him as her hands stroked him, they had been worked up earlier and then suddenly stopped.

She was keen to pick up where they left off.

The fingers of one hand dipped between her cheeks as he continued to nip at her nipple, tongue flicking against it.

He stroked her ass for a few moments before moving to her head, rubbing gentle circles around her clit before pushing two fingers into her.

She was hot and wet around him; just as aroused as he was.

His lips drifted away from her breast, moving towards the other to take the other nipple into his mouth.

She gave a soft groan as he stroked her ass, it felt good being touched by him, more so after he had almost run off earlier.

Lia pressed down against his fingers, she wanted more of his touch, all of him, to claim and be claimed until neither of them could move any more.

Her chest pressed closer to his mouth as she looked down at him, her eyes smouldering as she bit her lip, her hand reaching to grasp onto his member, stroking him slowly.

He groaned softly against her breast when she began pumping him.

His hips thrust upwards slightly, rocking against the Demon's hand with soft, breathy moans.

The Lycan gripped onto Belial tighter as he pushed her down onto the bed, pressing his body against her as he pressed his lips to hers to kiss her deeply.

Let the fight for dominance begin now. Zakhar didn't want any more soft touches. He wanted rough sex. He wanted to be satisfied.

A smile spread across her lips as he pushed her down against the bed, this was what she had been waiting for, the first move.

She kissed him deeply, nipping and sucking on his bottom lip as a purr rumbled in her chest, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer, she wasn't about to let him stay so far away from her.

Her hand continued to pump him, getting a little rougher with her grip before her hand slipped away, her touch trailed over his hips, stroking the curve of his pelvis before sliding down his back and between his cheeks.

She spread his cheeks, her hands circling his entrance teasingly.

He pressed against her eagerly, purring as he ground his hips against hers.

Zakhar kissed down her neck, biting at her neck and collarbones, sucking and nipping on patches of skin, leaving behind little marks. Her neck already had a great number of marks on it but more marks wasn't a bad thing. He was claiming her. No one would take her with him around.

His backside pressed back against her hand and he gave a small moan of anticipation. What was she going to do?

Was she going to do what he wanted her to?

Her legs pulled him closer, tightening around him insistently, she wanted him, and she wanted him now.

One of her hands left his backside, a small smirk appearing on her lips and she sucked on two of her fingers before trailing them down his spine, leaving a wet trail before they pressed back against his entrance, pushing the two fingers into him firmly.

She writhed slightly beneath him, her head tilting back as she offered more of her marked neck to him, she was covered in his marks, scratches, bites and bruises from where he had restrained her, all of them marks of his claim.

He smirked against her neck when her legs pulled him closer.

If she wanted him, who was he to deny her such a simple pleasure? The Lycan thrust into his lover with a groan, rocking his hips slow but deep.

His back arched into the wet touch of her fingers as he began nipping a little harder at her neck.

Zakhar moaned loudly, hips pressing back against the two fingers inside of him.

Her body gave a delighted shiver as he pushed into her, her head tilting further back as she let out a long moan.

It was true what they said, on Earth, no one made better lovers than Lycan's.

She matching his pace with her fingers, pushing into him with the same slow but deep motions, her fingers twisting slightly inside of him as her other hand caressed his cheeks and lower back.

Lia nudged his face with her nose so he was facing her, capturing his lips as she kissed him deeply.

The slow, teasing thrusts of Lia's fingers was going to drive him mad if she carried on thrusting at the same pace his hips were rocking at.

She wanted more than the gentle touches she was giving him.

He was a pain slut; he wanted pain.

Zakhar kissed her fiercely, nipping at her lips and tongue as they kissed, biting sharply.

He pulled away, panting softly as his hips rocked a little faster against hers. "Fist me." He wanted to feel the delicious stretch of his muscles as she force him to accept her entire hand.

She kissed him back with equal fervor, pressing up against him as he ravaged her mouth.

Lia looked back up at him, her eyes darkening with lustful intent as her lips pulled into a small smirk.

Her free arm reached out and grabbed the bottle of lubricant that she always kept there. He hadn't had anything in his ass for well over an hour now, this was going to be tighter than last time.

She squirted a small amount of it onto the back of her hand, smoothing it all over, reaching down her fingers circled his entrance again, pushing in three of her fingers then adding a forth.

Zakhar leaned down to kiss her deeply when she smirked.

He loved that smirk. It meant she was plotting things he would very much enjoy.

The Lycan moaned loudly when she pushed three fingers into him, hips pressing back against her hand when she forced in a fourth.

His kissed her frantically, nipping sharply at her lip, purring loudly.

He wanted more.

Her free hand reached up to cup his cheek, her fingers stroking over his neck as she kissed him urgently, groaning as he bit her lip.
She kissed him a few more times before pulling away, her hand gripping his chin, she wanted to see his face as she added the last finger.

Lia moved her fingers inside of him as she forced in her thumb, spreading the five fingers apart roughly, stretching him.

Her fingers still for a moment before she pushed up, forcing him to take the rest of her hand, his body straining as she pushed in past her knuckles, pushing until her had taken her whole hand.

She leaned up and kissed him passionately as her hand moved within him, all five of her fingers uncurling and wiggling.

His eyes gazed into hers when she gripped his chin. If she wanted to see his expression as she fisted him, then she'd get to see it.

Zakhar inhaled sharply, moaning loudly when she spread her fingers.

His hips rocked and writhed, thrusting into Lia and then back against her hand as she forced it deeper into him.

He loved the painful stretch of muscle he felt as she pushed into him.

It had been too long since he was last fisted. He had been captured by the Slave traffickers last time he had been fisted. Far too long ago.

He groaned when her fingers began wiggling inside of him.

Her free hand slid from his face and pushed onto his lower back, holding him close against her and she rolled them.

Sitting on top of him she had more movement with her arm, looking down at him her cheeky little smirk reappeared as her pelvis started to move, thrusting against him slowly, at this angle he was buried deep inside of her, filling her completely.

Lia pulled her arm down, slowly pulling it out of him, just until he reached her knuckles again before thrusting her hand back in roughly, forcing him to take a bit more of her wrist.

He stared up at her silently, lips parted, panting softly.

That smirk. He truly loved that smirk.

The Lycan groaned softly, hips thrusting up against hers as she moved her hips. His eyes slid shut and he groaned, pushing up into her with soft moans and purrs.

A soft whine sounded when she pulled her hand out of him slowly.

That pathetic noise was soon followed by a groan when she thrust her hand back inside of him.

Lia moaned, her hips baring down on him as she sped up her thrusts, moving against him fiercely as desire welled up inside of her, she wanted everything he had to offer her.

Her hand moved out of him again, forcing him to take her knuckles over and over, stretching across the widest part of her hand.

Leaning down she caught his earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it before sucking it.

"Don't leave like that again."
She whispered in against his ear before ramming her hand back inside of him, her fingers moving to press against his prostate, rubbing it firmly.