Following The Ex

"Both my boys are Lycans, they eat a hell of a lot, go back and finish your plate, after that you can make some more for all of us, it smells wonderful after all."

He gripped the boys shoulders softly, turned him around and directed him back to his seat.

The Fallen moved to place the ingredients back where he got them, if the fairy wanted to cook, then he could, it might give him a sense of purpose.

Belial would happily eat what he had made, but first he wanted to see him fed.

His lips pursed into a little pout - the only expression he had showed beyond fear and desperation thus far - when he was guided back around.

But...he wanted to cook.

He had already eaten quite a lot of food - half the plate he set out. That was more than he usually ate and he was already full from it.

He didn't particularly want to eat any more.

He sat back in his chair and poked at the battered chunks of fish, managing two more before he set his fork down and pushed the plate away.

Belial looked down at his plate when he pushed it away and nodded, it was good enough, hopefully as he began to eat properly his portion size would slowly get bigger.

"Alright then, get cooking, make large portions, I don't want anyone going hungry."

He instructed as he sat back in his chair, this was what the boy was use to, looking and serving, if everything else about his life was changing Belial would at least give him this one thing as a constant, he could cook.

Asher gave the Fallen a little smile as he happily flitted across the room to begin cooking again.

There would be three of them. And two ate large portions, he believed. Should he make enough for five? Or was that too much?

If it was too much they could eat them as snacks later...

With that decided, he flitted to the fridge again.

He was happy that he was being allowed to cook once more.

"I keep Coilean's bowl in the cupboard under the sink."

He instructed, his Pet ate out of his metal dog dish, not off of a plate, though he doubted that the boy had much knowledge of Pet life.

Belial sat back in his chair and relaxed, chatting idly with Zakhar while the fairy ventured back into the fridge.

"What is your name by the way?"

He asked, craning his head to watch him.

His bowl?

Oh, Pet, of course. Pet bowl.

As the first batch was frying, he bent to rummage through the cupboard until he found the bowl. He set it on the side then set two more plates down. He'd clean his own and Zakhar's current plate up in a minute.

Humming softly, he dished out the first batch into the dog bowl, trying to keep them all from spilling out over the edge. Perhaps he had made too much...

Oh well, Coilean could eat them as a snack later if he was allowed to.

He returned to making a second large batch for Zakhar.

"Asher."

He nodded softly, Asher, that was a rather nice name.

"I'm Belial."

He muttered, chances were if Asher frequented the club he had heard the Fallen's name plenty of times, after all he did spent quite a bit of time there and most of the other Masters knew of him.

Whether they knew the full extend of who and what he was was doubtful, only Alice knew his background because the two of them had been friends for quite a long time.

Asher nodded idly as he began cutting up the cod for the third batch.

So much food.

Belial. He had known that. More than once Hendrika had tried to get Belial's attention. She had wanted Belial to see how well she had trained her Slave. How good he was.

Perhaps even get Belial to do a Session with him on stage.

But seven years of trying and not once had Belial taken any notice of him. Funny how life worked. He had taken notice of him as soon as his contract with Hendrika had been terminated.

Belial barely remembered Hendrika pestering him for a session with her Slave, so many people had asked him for the same thing.

So many people wanted to show off their prized Slaves, how well behaved they were, what they could handle and special abilities they had.

It was all very mundane and tedious, the Slaves with high pain tolerance all broke down after two strikes with his crop.
Those who were obedient would step out of line at some point and the Masters barely knew what they were doing.

He barely ever took interest in any of them, he had his own Slaves to deal with, and they truly were unique, already he had been given offers from numerous people who wanted to buy Zakhar from him, all of which were swiftly shut down.

He dished up Zakhar's batch and began frying Belial's batch.

He had seen how little Belial cared for other people's Slaves. Truthfully he had been curious about the Fallen and what he could do.

The way he treated his Slaves was strict but kind.

Though, like all that had seen the outburst of one of his Slaves the other day, he had his doubts. But, what if he was new? What if he was just learning how to deal with this life and was having trouble? He could sympathise with that.

And the way Belial had treated the man after the outburst and that initial hit would suggest that he was new.

He stared ahead for a moment. This felt strange. Cooking without a time limit. Wearing clothes. The first time he had worn clothes since he was a teenager. It was all so strange. So different.

He didn't like this new freedom.

A flash of green filled the room as Asher became a woman once more. She bit her lip as she looked forwards, gripping tightly to the counter top. She didn't like it at all. She wanted someone to bend her over the counter and slap her for taking too long cooking. Do something she was used to.

In the last few days her life had been turned completely upside down.

The flash of green caught Belial's attention and he looked back towards the stove, Asher was a female again.

The Fallen let out a small chuckle and shook his head.
"Do you have much control over your shifting?"

He asked as he got to his feet and moved to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of wine before sitting back down.

He was curious about her, it was a rarity for a fairy to be out in the open like this, normally they stuck fairly close to their groups in the woods, much like Elves, they were secretive and hard to come by.

"I can control it almost completely."

She had chosen to become female then.

But back in the club she had felt so much fear that she had shifted involuntarily.

Mostly she could control it but occasionally if she felt a very strong emotion it forced her to shift gender.

That was something Hendrika didn't like about her.

"That's good then, I remember when I was young, I struggled to stay as one gender, I'd be constantly shifting."

Belial chuckled softly, he had hated that, they would be in the middle of training and he would suddenly change gender, Achinoam had found it very amusing.

Though it didn't take long to master it, not what the fear of changing in front of everyone by accident was going to be the result if he didn't learn fast.

She had spent her entire life shifting gender.

And when she was five she began learning to control it. It had been very difficult and she had struggled with it tremendously but it had paid off.

Now she only really shifted when she was overly emotional.

And that hadn't been often until a couple days ago.

She dished up Belial's portion then set the two plates in front of the Fallen and Lycan, taking the dirty plates to the sink to clean them.

Once again when she was done, she moved to kneel at the end of the table, hands in her lap and head bowed.

Belial got to his feet and kissed Zakhar softly, the Lycan was going to stay here and eat while he took Asher upstairs in order to bring Coilean his dinner.

The Fallen purred softly as he popped a piece of the fish into his mouth and chewed slowly, it was good, very good.

"Grab Coilean's bowl, we are going to head upstairs and feed him while it is still warm."

He requested as he picked up his plate and headed towards the door, he was more than happy to eat at his desk like he had done so many times before when Zakhar lay in bed, too exhausted to go to the kitchen for their meal.

She moved to pick up the bowl as she was ordered, speed-walking to follow behind Belial, slowing down when she was behind him.

Slaves never walked next those above them.

She would stay behind him at all times as it was right to do so.

Her grip on the bowl tightened a little as she followed silently behind him.

The woman's mind ran over different scenarios in her head. 'Accidentally' dropping the bowl and Belial bending her over his knee for being so clumsy. 'Tripping' into him and having both dishes of food go everywhere with the same result.

Walking in front of him. Tripping him up intentionally.

Just something to be punished for.

But, no. She walked behind him silently.

She wanted to be punished but she wouldn't act out to get that punishment.

Belial led her into the hallway and up the stairs, climbing them until they reached the third floor, at which point he led her down the long corridor.

It was moments like these that he cursed Tony for placing his room so far away but at the same time, he welcomed the privacy, at least people were not constantly hounding him for one thing or another, it would get tiresome.

Once they reached the door at the very end of the corridor he unlocked it and swung it open.

"Coilean, I'm home."

He called out to the Lycan as he placed his food down on the desk.

The Lycan looked up when he heard the door open, stretching as he pushed himself out of his bed, padding towards the door, tail trailing out behind him.

Asher looked around Belial curiously. She wanted to see this Pet.

Her eyes widened slightly. This was the man that had accompanied Belial the other night. The one that had acted out. He was a Pet? But...he had acted out, acted like a dominant towards his Mistress. A Pet wouldn't do that.

She hugged the bowl to her chest, looking up at Belial's back silently, waiting for an order.

Coilean sat up on his knees in front of Belial with a little yap, waiting obediently for his Master to give him attention.

Belial knelt down on the floor and patted his thighs, motioning for Coilean to come closer.

"Who's my good boy."

He cooed, stroking his head affectionately, the Fallen looked back up at Asher and nodded over towards the water dish on the floor.

"Just place the bowl on the floor over there."
He got back up onto his feet, giving Coilean one last pat.

"Asher here and made you some dinner tonight, be gentle, but go show her your appreciation." He muttered towards the Lycan.

The Lycan nuzzled against Belial, lapping up the affection that he was receiving.

He loved how affectionate his Master could be with him at times like this. Though the woman part of him snorted loudly at the baby-talk that the Fallen was giving him. It was so utterly ridiculous.

Asher stepped forwards when she was given the order, setting the bowl down next to the water dish.

Coilean cocked his head to the side, eyes turning to Asher. She had cooked for him? He gave a yap and bound over to her, resting his hands on her thighs and leaning forwards to lap at her face in thanks for his food.

The woman gasped, recoiling in shock. But soon recovered. Oh, it was only the Pet. She had hoped that it was Belial, angry at something or another she had done. She could only hope.

Her hand came up to stroke his head gently, fingers running through his ginger hair gently. He was very affectionate. It was cute.

Belial smiled as he watched the two of them interact, how well Coilean acted.

"You wouldn't believe it but a month ago to this day Coilean hated me, he tried, and very nearly succeeded to kill me.

He has come such a long way in the three weeks I have owned him, especially since he had never been a submissive before now, he went straight from being a very vanilla dominant to being my pet."

He chuckled softly, it all sounded so absurd when you heard it like that, it normally took years of being a submissive or slave in order to become a pet, not a few weeks.

Her eyes turned up to Belial, wide with shock.

What? Coilean...this same Pet that was being so affectionate, had never been submissive before?

She hadn't care much about the hatred. No, she was much more intrigued by the sudden switch of roles.

He was so well behaved. No wonder he had acted out in the Club. If he was so new to all of this.

Her hand stroked down Coilean's back slowly, watching as his back arched into her gentle touch.

The Lycan nuzzled into the woman's boobs, lapping at them over her shirt, teeth scraping over a nipple through her shirt.

Asher gasped softly, cheeks flushing red, teeth sinking into her flesh as she backed up, covering her small chest with a bowed head. She was very sensitive - she had been trained to be - and as such, even that little scrape had caused a reaction in her.

"Coilean don't make me muzzle you, not every woman you meet wants to have their breasts nibbled at, now go eat your dinner."

He scolded, smacking him on the nose firmly before turning back to Asher, shaking his head softly.

"I'm sorry about that, he is still being trained, I think it is the Lycan part of him that is drawn to women sexually like that, I bet it has to do with them being potential mates so he tries to woo them."

What ever it was he would have to train that out of him, he didn't particularly want to be balled over by a horny Lycan every time he stepped out of the shower in female form.

The Lycan whimpered softly when he was smacked, backing up and turning towards his dinner sulkily.

Why did he always get smacked? He smelt the spike of arousal that flushed through her. She had enjoyed it. So had Alice. Why did Belial keep punishing him for it?

She blushed brightly as her hands slid from her chest to rest on her lap, toying with her fingers idly.

"I-It's fine..."

Coilean's thoughts had been right. She had enjoyed it. But she wasn't at the club. She wasn't tied up with a collar around her neck. She couldn't enjoy anything sexual without her Mistress there.

"No, it's not, even if he is new to submission he is old enough to know how to control his urges around women."

Belial liked that he was getting in touch with his animalistic side but if he went around biting at women's breasts constantly he was going to end up in trouble when he had to transition back to human and he no longer had self control.

He moved to sit at his desk and picked up his fork, and stabbing a piece of fish, eating it contently as he kept an eye on the Lycan, women were his weak point.