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

"Not a fucking chance in Hell."

Belial wouldn't have him begging for more. Ever.

He didn't beg. He demanded. He took. He got his own way by any means possible. That would not change because a Demon waltzed into his life.

He bowed his head to kiss her neck slowly, nipping gently at her skin.

"I like those odds."
She replied, a cheeky grin appearing on her lips, in Hell she could have him how she wanted, when she wanted, she'd make that a reality on Earth as well.

The imagine of him whimpering and pleading for her touch had her purring as his lips met the skin of her neck.

If Coilean kept up all this talk of refusing to be submissive he'd risk really grabbing her attention and the last man to do that now wore her branding on his ass.

He snorted softly.

Hell. Demon.

Poor choice of words on his part. But the point still stood. He would not let Belial dominate him. He would stay strong and dominate this situation. He wouldn't let Belial take his control from him.

He bit sharply into her neck.

"You will never rule over me," he murmured softly, one hand sliding down her stomach slowly.

"I already do, dominance comes from power and I am more powerful than you, if I want to turn you into my little puppet, how do you intend on stopping me?"

She took a sharp inhale as he bit her neck, her stomach arching up to press against his hand.

He would learn soon enough that when Belial wanted something, she damn well got it, no matter how much of a challenge he proved to be.

"I can hold my own."

He took her hand and guided it to his backside, running her fingers along the scar running from his lower back to his mid thigh.

"Battle trophy." He fought and he won, even if he got a little marked and scarred in the process.

His fingers found her heat and he smirked a little, thrusting two fingers into her, thumb pressing against her clit.

She gave a hum of appreciation as her fingers ran across the length of his scar.

"Not bad, I dare say mine is more impressive though."
She replied, though there were no visible scars on her body besides the rune on her back that he was yet to see.

The Demon's true body had two large scars on it's back, forming a large V.

Lia jolted softly, moaning softly as his fingers entered her, she'd let him have a bit of fun before she shattered all of his delusions.

His lips quirked.

"I can hold my own," he repeated. He could hold his own against powerful people. He'd be able to hold his own against Belial just fine.

He smirked when she jolted and moaned.

Coilean bowed his head to kiss her neck, nipping and sucking on a patch of skin. He'd let the world know that he had been here and he had dominated her.

Her lips quirked up as he marked her, domination and possession seemed to mean a great deal to him, she wondered how long it would take for him to admit defeat when over powered, if it would sink in that it was useless resisting.

"Lets test that, shall we?"

Lia pushed him away from her neck, forcing him backwards so he landed on his back against the bench, grasping both of his wrists and forcing them above his head as she pinned him down firmly, holding him in place.

"The Demon verses the Lycan, I wonder who will win."

He grunted as he was pushed back, glaring up at her.

His immediately reaction was to struggle and that's exactly what he did. His body thrashed, arms pulling against the shackles of her hands.

Coilean wasn't going to let her dominate him. Ever.

He was a dominant being. He was the one that was going to have control here. Not her. Not anyone but him.

A soft growl sounded in his chest.

"Frustrating isn't it, being helpless and overpowered, with no way to do what you want, having to accept what the other person offers you.

Though I guess I wouldn't know, I've not been over powered in millenia."

She said smugly and she held him down regardless of how hard he thrashed.
Perhaps being dominated would do him some good, quell some of that rage that he had bottled up in him, give him some peace of mind.

"If you settle down, I'll leave you completely sated."

The ground sounded louder.

Settle down? She wanted him to submit to her? Not a chance! He'd never submit to her; to anyone.

His thrashing became more violent.

As much as he wanted to be fully sated, he refused to submit.

His legs curled around her waist and he tried to use that to knock her off balance and push her over onto her back again.

"Silly Lycan, you can't very well be inside of me if your legs are wrapped around my waist, unless of course if you want to take it up the ass, but alas I don't have a penis."

She moved with his thrashing and pushing, using the force of the movements against him as she pinned him more roughly, her nails digging into his wrists as she held onto him.

"I'd love to see what you look like completely spent, laying there panting, slick with sweat, our bodies aching from having been pounding and grinding together for hours."
She spoke idly, muttering to herself as she gazed off, as if holding him while he struggled was barely any effort.

Fuck it all, trying to pin her again wasn't working.

A soft hiss sounded when her nails bit into the skin of his wrists but his thrashing didn't stop. If anything it got more violent.

He wanted her off of him. She was pinning him; keeping him against his will; dominating him. He didn't like it.

A soft groan sounded at her idle words.

Yes, yes he wanted that. But he wanted it on his own terms.

She smirked inwardly, dirty talk might work, he was horny, frustrated, more importantly he was on heat, little things would make him needy for release, something she could grant him, if he would give up his control.

"I'd straddle you, starting out slow, I'd grind my body against yours, giving you just enough friction against me to get you harder than you've ever been.

My breasts would be right in front of your face, my nipples hardened and perky, inviting you to touch them.

My hands would stroke every muscle on your torso, giving each one my utmost attention before moving to the next, then right when you didn't think that you could take any more of my teasing touches I'd lower myself onto your arousal.

After that, I wouldn't take it slow, you don't want that, I don't want that, I'd ride you hard and fast so you filled me completely."

He bit his lip.

Coilean was neutral on dirty talk. Sometimes it turned him on and sometimes it disgusted him.

Right now it was turning him on.

He was horny and he wanted sex. But he didn't want to be dominated. He wouldn't be dominated.

"You will never rule over me," he murmured lowly.

"Maybe your right, it's obvious that you're not willing to expose yourself to the pleasures of submission.

Perhaps I should take you back to the ally, you can go home and spent the rest of the mating season jerking yourself off like a horny teenager."

She mused over that thought, it would be easy enough to do, just dump him back where she found him and go find herself someone else to play with that wouldn't be such a bother.

"I mean, a Demon who has been on the Earth for over five thousand years wouldn't have excessive knowledge of all things pleasurable, would they?"
She asked with a shrug.

Damn, she was trying to shove him into a corner.

It wasn't that that was annoying him even more. It was the fact that it was actually working. He was being backed into that corner and he hated it.

He wanted a good fuck.

But he wasn't willing to give up his dominance for one.

He'd... He'd have to go back home and spend the rest of the night jerking off. He was not about to submit to her.

"They say the only thing that is a better lay than a Lycan is a Demon."

She gripped both of his wrists effortlessly with one hand, her other one slowly sliding down his body until her fingers graced over his pelvis.

Lia grasped onto Coilean's arousal again, stroking him slow but firmly.

"And I know exactly how to make you feel so good that mating season will seem like a blessing."

His eyes slid shut and his hips began to rock gently against the hand stroking him.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to focus on something else. Getting aroused at this was what Belial wanted.

She wanted him so aroused that he couldn't say no.

He wouldn't let that happen.

His mind passed over some of the grossest things he had had to deal with in his life in an attempt to control how turned on he was.

Having to sleep in a piss-soaked hammock for months on end. That had been disgusting.

She smiled as his eyes clenched shut, she was getting to him, that much was obvious.

Her hand sped up slightly as she leaned down, her tongue flicking out against his earlobe as she drew it into her mouth, sucking and tugging on it softly.

The Demon began to rub and grind her body against his, imitating the movements that she would be making if they were having sex.

A cracked whine sounded.

No. He didn't want this.

He began writing against her grip again, hoping that he could break free; wanting to break free, to run. To get away from the Demon and her want to see him submissive. He didn't want any of this.

"Let me go," he growled softly.

Let me go and let me run.

"I don't think I can, you have me all worked up, I still want you, so badly."
She whined in return, muttering softly in against his jaw, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear slowly.

Her movements didn't stop, in fact they got slightly firmer, more demanding, she wanted him and she was willing to work him up all night if that's what it would take for him to finally cave.

She had found something she wanted, and as with Zakhar, she'd be damned if she let something she wanted escape.

He growled lowly at her.

His thrashing became more violent, legs lashing out, trying to force her away from him with a painful knee to her gut.

He wanted out of this woman's grip, out of this room, out of this damned mansion.

"Let go of me," he growled darkly.

Lia grunted loudly as Coilean's knee collided with her stomach, the smile slowly fading from her lips.

"Striking a woman like that is in very poor taste, that almost hurt."

She grumbled as she continued to hold him still, her hand slipping away from his member again, only the punch the man harshly in the stomach as payback, though her strike may have been slightly more forceful than his.

"If you really want to leave, then go, if you can."

He grunted loudly when she punched him in the stomach.

Damn, that was a little worse than the knee he had shoved into her stomach. He had self preservation enough not hurt a Demon too much. He didn't want to get himself killed, just get out of her hold.

His thrashing calmed a little. It was doing nothing; just annoying her more and more. He needed another way to get out of her hold.

The thrashing had now calmed to an occasional tug on his wrists as his eyes turned to the ceiling, becoming unfocussed as he thought over different ways he could get away from her.

He could start an exorcism? It wouldn't get rid of her but it would piss her off or weaker her enough to get her to leave for a short while. Or attempt to kill him.

...Death was much better than being dominated. He never wanted his freedom taken away from him. He needed his control to keep him sane; independent.

His lips parted and, with a silent prayer for his life, he signed his death warrant and began chanting. His only question was, would she run or would she kill him? He'd find out soon enough. He wasn't going to stop chanting until he was free.