[M] The Exorcists Brother; The Slave's Lover

If she paid attention to the headache she had, she would realise that instead of fading it, it was getting stronger.

A silent chant this powerful could exorcise lesser Demons.

He was disappointed that it was only causing her slight discomfort but that didn't stop him. Slight discomfort could mount up and cause real discomfort. Pain that couldn't be ignored.

His chanting continued, eyes not straying from that single patch of ceiling he had been staring at since this began.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she continued to move above him, the dull ache in her head was beginning to build to throb.

The Demon's eyes narrowed, was he still trying to exorcise her without talking?

Perhaps their fun would end sooner than she had hoped, she wanted to keep him down here all night but if this continued then that would not be an option, she would have to leave...

...But he wouldn't.
A small smile pulled at her lips as she thought up a plan.
Perhaps if she left him down here over night he would cool off a bit and become a little more responsive to her advances.

And still he laid silently.

The quicker she realised that her headache was getting worse and left to go sort it out, the quicker he could escape from this damned place.

Right now he didn't care if he ran back to Catania completely naked. At least then he wouldn't be here with Belial leaning over him trying to claim him as hers.

Only a little more time. More chanting, more staying as quiet and still as possible.

Belial continued for a few more minutes before she started to feel faint, her eyes unfocusing from the pain that had been isolated to her head.

Her movements stopped and she gave a soft groan, raising her hand to her head before climbing off of him.

Continuing like this was not going to work, he was strong willed and had to be worn down slightly.

Belial panted gently as she walked across to room and searched through a draw.

"I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied, Coilean, but I'm afraid I have to leave.
However before I go, I have a little gift for you."

She moved back over to him, her hand gracing over other objects in the room to keep her walking straight.

She grasped onto his arousal and slid on a cock ring, turning it onto vibrate on it's highest setting.

"Oh, before I go, those restraints, they are Elven cast iron, I doubt even you could break those."
She muttered with a chuckle.

A grin curled his lips upwards in his triumph as she crawled off of him.

He had done it. He had made her uncomfortable enough to leave. That was a major accomplishment for the Lycan.

He was strong enough to make one of the most powerful demons in the world so uncomfortable that she had to leave his presence.

Another ego stroke.

He tried to writhe away from her when she appeared at his side again holding something. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know what many toys were or what they did. His sex life was decidedly vanilla. He wasn't aroused by pain or humiliation or being tied up.

He'd never really used toys before. He didn't care for them.

A gasp passed his lips as the ring began to vibrate around him. Holy fuck, that was like nothing he had ever felt before.

His body writhed in the chains as the toy continued to vibrate around him. Oh God...

Belial vanished from the room, she couldn't be around him while he was like that.

The Demon reappeared in her room and locked the door, the last thing she needed was Zakhar seeing her compromised and becoming worried.

She collapsed onto her bed with a groan, letting her eyes slide shut as she muttered a chant of her own to ease the pain before slipping off to sleep as it subsided.

The next morning she woke feeling fine again, the aches and pains from the night before completely gone.

A smirk crossed her lips as her mind fell back onto Coilean, she wondered how he had handled the night being teased by the right after having been worked up by her then abandoned.

She put on a fresh change of clothes, a rather low cut and short, tight black dress before teleporting back into the dungeon.

"Did you miss me?"
She muttered with a smirk as she walked back over to the bench where she had left the Lycan.

Coilean panted heavily, writhing a little in the chains.

He had struggled and writhed all night, cutting his wrists and ankles numerous times. Most of them had healed but there was blood on the cuffs holding him in place and smeared over his wrists and ankles.

He hadn't had any sleep that night.

The Lycan was painfully aroused. He hadn't been able to come so he had just been left in a state of constant arousal. His hips shifted, legs trying to bend to get some form of relief but with no success.

His eyes turned to Lia and he whined pitifully.

"You've made a mess of yourself, all this blood and not a drop of semen to be seen.
You went all night without coming?"

She asked, speaking gently as she looked down at him, she had expected that he would've come a few times, he went over twelve hours without coming at all during mating season, made worse by the fact that he had been stimulated that entire time.

The Demon ran her hand through his hair softly, luckily for him when she had broken his jaw it was a clean break, it had set perfectly and with how fast Lycan's heal, it should've been healed enough for him to talk without excessive pain.

"Coilean, do you want me to make this all better?"

She asked as her hand slid down his chest and stomach slowly, smoothing over his navel, her hand resting on his pelvis, only a tiny distance away from his arousal.

His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl.

It had taken all his willpower to keep himself from coming.

He was treading a very fine line at the moment. It wouldn't take much to get him to come. He had been holding it in and that was becoming very painful.

Many times he had tried to think of the most disgusting things he had experienced to pull himself away form the lust and arousal he felt but it had all been in vein. he was horny and he was aroused and he was trying his hardest not to come.

"Fuck you," he snarled softly, flinching away from the gentle hands stroking his skin.

"I'm sure you would like that, more so since you hate me so much and I have left you painfully aroused."

She smiled down at him, her hand slipping away from his arousal, he was already so close that with a little push he was be forced over the edge.

Lia shuffled slightly, pulling off her underwear as she smile at him, she would force him to come with her as his dominant, he had no option not to.

The Demon climbed back on top of him, positioning herself over his rock hard arousal.

"You will come for me."

She muttered softly as she pushed down onto him forcibly.

He thrashed in his chains, hips moving and thrusting, panting heavily.

Soft moans of anticipation sounded when she straddled him.

He didn't want her to dominate him but right now he was so aroused he wanted something to get him off.

A soft growling purr sounded, back arching, hips thrusting upwards violently when she forced herself down onto him.

The mixed feeling of her tight around him and the ring still pulsating was heaven.

His head lolled back, hips thrusting and grinding even more as he tried to bring himself to release.

Her lips quirked up at his reaction, he was so stubborn despite the fact that it was so obvious what his body wanted.

The Demon moved fiercely, grinding up against him and thrusting her body against his hard and fast, she wasn't going to hold back now.

He had gone that long being teased that she wanted to see him come spectacularly with her above him.

He inhaled sharply.

Yes, this was what he wanted. This was what he had been deprived from for hours.

Just a little more. His back arched again and he gave a loud groan as he came. There was no warning. He was far too gone to give her any kind of warning.

His body slumped down against the bench, hips still jerking with aftershocks of his orgasm and the ring still vibrating around him. Oh God, that had been amazing after so long being tortured.

Lia didn't say a word as he came, but watching him like that had a shiver running down her spine.

She had gotten what she desired, he came with her as the dominant partner.

The Demon stilled after he came, moving slightly as he rode out his orgasm.

Lia didn't even smirk at him in triumph, she wasn't going to gloat, he resented her already, she wanted to work towards his acceptance, not irking him more.

Her hand slid down as she switched off the ring, his body needed rest after that.

His eyes slid shut as he tried to calm his breathing.

Had he ever had an orgasm that intense? He had been stimulated for twelve hours straight before finally giving up the battle.

It had been... it had been amazing.

He wanted to feel it again. To be forced to him.

But that meant taking his control away from him and admitting he liked to be dominated. He refused to do that, even now.

Coilean had, had a taste of what she could do to his body if he let her.

She debated for a moment whether or not she wanted to force him through another round.

No, she would leave him with that, one amazing orgasm then he could notice how pitiful sex with a human was, he would yearn for more.

Even if he didn't act on what his body desired, she would find him again and perhaps next time he would not put up such a fight.

She still had a week until the season was over, before then she would take him again.

"I'll let you go home now."
She muttered softly as she slipped off of him, moaning gently as he slid out of her.

His eyes fluttered open.

That was it? He tried not to let that disappointment show in his eyes. He didn't think he managed that, though.

He wanted more.

He couldn't believe he wanted to be dominated more. It...It disgusted him ho much he wanted more domination after experiencing it for the first time.

A soft growl began rumbling in his chest.

He wanted out of here. He wanted to go home and pretend it never happened.

Lia saw the disappointment in his eyes, but acted as if she didn't, this was what she wanted.

All the human's in the world could not compare to what she could offer, neither could nearly all the supernaturals, he would notice that soon enough.

The thought crossed her mind of bombarding his dreams with fantasies of her, she could arrange that, the spell was easy enough to do after all.

Lia got to her feet and moved to the bindings on his ankles, unlocking each chain, making sure to keep her body away from him in case he decided to kick.

She unlocked his hands and moved away from him, picking up his clothes and placing them on the bench for him before moving to sit on another piece of equipment, pulling her underwear back on and unhitching her dress.

Coilean sat up and dressed mechanically.

He wanted more.

No he didnt.

His body wanted more. He wanted to forget the whole ordeal. So thats what he was going to do.

He was going to go back to Ciro and forget this ever happened. Life life as normal.

Nothing happened. He went out yesterday, decided to stay out and get absolutely wankered then do the walk of shame this morning back to the apartment. He just got a little too drunk. That was all.

This never happened.

Lia smoothed out her hair and padded toward the dungeon door without a word.

She wouldn't gloat, she wouldn't give him anything, not even the chance to ask for more if he wanted it.

He had wanted to be let go, and she had done so, despite everything he had put her through she had let him live without causing excessive injury.

Lia left the door open for him as she left, walking up the stairs and leaving him alone with his thoughts, she had curses to work on after all.