[M] Every wolf has its day

His breathing picked up into a fast pace as he felt a third finger push against his entrance.

No, no no no, he was too tight for this, there was no way it was going to fit inside of him, he had never had this much inside of him before.

He groaned in pain as he was made to accept the newest intrusion, his eyes scrunching shut as his body tensed involuntarily.

"Relax a little."

The more he relaxed the easier it would be to take.

It was his mind and his fear of losing his virginity that was stopping him. If he let go of that this would all go so much smoother.

His free hand moved to pump him again slowly as his fingers stopped moving. Pain and pleasure approach.

Pump him a few times, push his fingers just a little deeper. Pump him, push, pump him, push, pump him, push.

When the fingers stopped moving his initial panic subsided, it was going to be alright, he had done this to many people before, after the first bit of pain things got better.

As long as Aleksandr was careful he didn't have to worry about being torn open.

His breathing evened out as he relaxed slightly, his body would stretch, it would adjust and accept the intrusion.

His lips quirked upwards a little.

Lycus let his emotions rule him when he panicked and that got the best of him.

But after being give time to cool a little, his logic started ruling him again and he relaxed. It was a strange thing to watch.

The rhythm of his hands never ceased. Pump, push, pump, push.

Lycus was all over the place tonight, he didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid, he was scared of what was going to happen to him with the Lycan dominating him.

The Elf lay their, alternating between small grunts of discomfort and little murmurs of pleasure.

If he endured he was reward, it was a common way of training a Slave, not something he wanted to think about.

But with that in mind he lay there, relaxing as best he could as he was gradually stretched.

It was a common way of training a Slave and a very effective way. Positive reinforcement. They did good, they got praise. it got through to many people.

When Lycus relaxed further again, he bowed his head to lap at his arousal again as his fingers pushed deeper to press against his prostate once more.

He had done well to get to this point without struggling too much.

Good boy.

He had made it this far without slipping into subspace to avoid the humiliation and pain.

For an old prideful Elf who was stuck in his ways he had done surprisingly well so far with the exception of a few small outbursts.

His eyes fluttered and a moan escaped him once again as he was treated to more satisfying touches.

He whined, stuck between pushing back against the finger as thrusting up into the Lycan's mouth.

He began bobbing his head as his fingers spread apart a little inside the man.

The movement of his head paused as his fingers pushed against his prostate again. And then he began bobbing his head when his fingers stretched again.

He'd be feeling pleasure at all times, but with one pleasure came a little pain. He'd be able to work through it if he focussed on the pleasure more than the pain.

Lycus' breath started to pick up again, this time it wasn't out of panic, but instead out of arousal, he was being pleasured and he couldn't deny that it felt good, even with the pain.

Slowly he was able not ignore the pain, but embrace it, the pain could go hand in hand with pleasure and both could arouse him and bring him satisfaction.

Pain could be used to enhance the pleasurable touches he experienced and slowly he was beginning to see that and be able to feel it.

Lycus was enjoying this.

Good.

It meant he wouldn't fight against him too much at the next stage. That was a good thing.

His fingers stretched a little wider inside the man.

Just a little more stretching and he'd move on.

He gave another soft groan as he was stretched more, being made this wide felt so unnatural but his body didn't protest too much, not after it had already endured up to this point.

Though he had to admit, that last little bit was the most painful, it felt as though the thin, sensitive skin would tear should the Lycan try to make him stretch any further, even though that was no the case.

He wasn't focusing on what was coming, he was focusing on what pleasure could be derived from each act.

No lashing out. That was good.

Lycus was being surprisingly well behaved. He was shocked.

His fingers stretched him a little more as he sucked at him a little harder, teeth scraping over his shaft gently.

The Lycan shifted, moving so, instead of kneeling between the Elf's legs, he was straddling his head.

He pressed the tip of his arousal against the Elf's lips as he went back to sucking and fingering him. It was very clear what he wanted Lycus to do.

Lycus recoiled slightly as Aleksandr straddled his head, the Lycan wanted him to suck him.

Granted it was something he had done many times in the past to manipulate the Lycan, it had always been something he did on his own terms, something he chose to do.

Hesitantly he moved his head forward, debating his options, he head none, other than be defiant and get beaten. Lycus took the man into his mouth and sucked on him, his tongue lapping out over his head.

Alek groaned softly.

He had been hard for the entirety of the Session so far but hadn't paid it any mind.

Being touched now after so long being ignored felt amazing.

He jerked his hips downwards into the Elf's mouth a little as he began sucking and lapping at the man a little more firmly.

He coughed as Aleksandr's hips jerked forward and he was forced further into his mouth, he hadn't been expecting that at all.

The Elf continued to suck him, bobbing his head as best he could as his tongue trailed out over his head, stroking out against his slit.

He groaned softly against the hardened flesh in his mouth as he was sucked more firmly in return.

If his mouth wasn't...occupied... he would have apologised for jerking into his mouth like that. He hadn't menat to do it, it was just a natural reaction to the pleasure.

He took the man deeper, stretching his fingers further.

Just a little more.

A little more and they could get to something a little different than this. Something more pleasurable.

He whined softly against Aleksandr as his head continued to bob, at this point the fingers were stretching quite far apart and pushed into him deeply, the sensation left his sensitive body writhing.

His teeth scraped against his shaft softly as he tried to focus on the pleasure.

He knew what was going to happen soon, though he still dreaded it was slowly becoming less horrified and simply nervous.
He was going to be sore for a few days then he would be alright, there was no reason to freak out.

Alek shuddered, purring softly as the Elf's teeth scraped against his shaft.

He gave a low purr, fingers moving to massage the man's prostate gently, fingers barely brushing over it as they moved slightly inside of him.

He'd get small jolts of pleasure.

The Lycan took him deeper into his mouth, eyes sliding shut as he opened his throat to the intrusion of Lycus' member; deepthroating him.

Lycus gasped loudly, followed by a long moan against the man's member.

If Aleksandr kept this up much longer he was going to come, the small jolts of pleasure mixed with the feeling of being deep within the man's mouth was enough to pull him to the brink.

His body arched up against the Lycan as he whined, he wanted to feel satisfaction, he wanted to reach his climax.

The Elf's eyes fluttered as he took Aleksandr deeper into his mouth and sucked him roughly, hoping that he might do something to push him over the edge.

Alek's lips quirked upwards around the Elf's arousal.

He was rather enjoying this, wasn't he?

Alek's head pulled back but he stayed in position, still barely brushing against his prostate.

"Continue," he ordered in a soft purr.

He didnt want Lycus coming too soon.

He cursed under his breath and pushed his hips up insistently as Aleksandr pulled away from his member, he didn't want him to stop, not when he was so close.

Lycus did as he was told, sucking on the man and dragging his teeth along his shaft.

He tried to pull his arms free of their bindings, he wanted to be able to touch Aleksandr, to grip onto him, dig his nails into his skin until the Lycan bled.

A whine sounded as he writhed uselessly.

He was doing so well.

No fighting against him. When he gave an order, the Elf did it. This what what he had wanted.

Alek stroked the Elf's stomach and thighs gently, smirking as his fingers traced the hand marks still blazing on his skin.

His fingers pressed firmly against his prostate as he gave a low purr.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as his stomach and thighs were stroked, these almost tender touches were contrasted against the pain he had been feeling.

His thigh twitched as Aleksandr touched the still stinging hand marks on his skin, the flesh was broken and sore, he didn't want anyone touching it.

Lycus kept moving his head, his tongue lapping out over his head as his teeth scraped against his shaft more firmly.

He moaned softly when teeth scraped against his shaft once more.

Lycus was getting more and more eager the longer the Session went on. It was good to see someone change their tune like this.

From wanting to leave to wanting more.

Alek's lips quirked upwards a little.

Perhaps now was time to move to the next stage?

The one thing he hated about this situation was that there was no much that he wanted that he couldn't have, he refused to ask for anything in case Aleksandr saw it as him begging.

He wanted to be unbound, to be able to move and react as his body wanted instead of being hindered in each movement.

His head continued to move as he tried to pleasure the Lycan. Perhaps Aleksandr would let him go after one round if he preformed well and left the man sated.