[M] Every wolf has its day

Alek turned back to the wall.

No, he wasn't leaving. He was going to collect things from various places in the room that he'd be using when they got outside.

He hummed softly as he strolled through the room, picking things up occasionally before carrying them to the large open space. Alek dumped everything on the floor then wandered off again to find a tarp to wrap everything up in.

When everything was all wrapped up, he picked up the bundle and strolled back to Lycus, dumping the bundle in his arms then taking the leash from his mouth. Alek bent to pick up his crop from Lycus' feet then guided him towards the exit silently.

His eyes followed Aleksandr around the room, he wasn't leaving, once again one of his plans was ruined.

He grabbed the bundle and let go of the leash, tugging against it as Aleksandr guided him towards the door.

The Elf didn't want to be seen like this, bruised and bound, being led around by a Lycan in broad daylight.

This was his second time being a submissive and already he was going to be dragged around in front of people, there was no doubt that someone would see them.

"Aleksandr don't do this."

He tried to growl but it came out as a whine as he yanked back on the leash.

Alek didn't even glance back when Lycus tugged on the leash.

He just carried on walking. He had plans in his mind and he wasn't about to let Lycus disrupt them because he didn't want others seeing him.

It was broad daylight - perhaps one of the few times that the two of them wouldn't be seen. Most people lived by Vampire sleep patterns now. A large portion of the inhabitants were vampires and a lot of the others were their lovers so kept their times.

Lycus was fairly safe so Alek didn't care.

Instead of leading them out into the garden, he walked through the mansion, heading towards the kitchen.

The Elf coughed softly as he was pulled forward by the neck despite his struggling.

He used the bundle to cover his crotch as they continued forward.

His pale eyes darted around as they walked, searching for anyone that might spot them.

So far he couldn't sense anyone close but he was still unnerved by being exposed like this.

The Lycan hummed softly as he padded into the kitchen.

What could they take with them?

The dropped the Elf's leash and padded forwards to search through the cupboards and fridge. He settled on a jar of honey. That would do. Something sweet.

He turned back to Lycus as picked up his leash, pulling him along with the least in one hand and the crop and jar of honey in the other.

Once again, he didn't take the shortest route. He guided Lycus through the mansion - the longest route to get to the forest. Alek cut through the front garden and around to the back garden through the stables. From there he walked Lycus right across the garden and into the forest.

When his leash was dropped he debated running, there was no where for him to go.

Any locked door Aleksandr could break down, the Lycan would catch him before he reached the forest, there was no where that he knew of that would guarantee his safety.

The Elf simply hoped that where was an opening when they were in the forest for him to escape, at least there he would stand a chance.

He padded closely behind the Lycan as he was pulled forward again.

The sooner they got into the woods the less likely it was that anyone would see him.

He glared down at the back of the Lycan's head as they walked the longest route, Aleksandr was determined to upset him by parading him around like this, he hated it.

Alek guided Lycus through the forest easily.

He knew the forest well. he had spent a lot of his free time here when he wasn't in the library or up on the roof.

They emerged from the trees at the river that they had been at this morning.

He pulled Lycus forwards, ordering him to drop the bundle. That was for later.

Alek sat on a large rock bear the bank of the river and put the honey jar down next to his feet. He gave a little smirk as he jerked Lycus down so he was lying on his knees, ass in the air.

Lycus was oddly relieved when they got into the forest, this was familiar, he felt safe here, being in the woods made him stronger.

He dropped the bundle tentatively, it had been the only thing covering him up from the public eye.

The Elf grunted softly as he was forced onto the ground, his fingers weaving through the grass eagerly.

He tried to lower his ass but this position really didn't allow for it.

Alek's fingers stroked over the Elf's back and ass gently.

He stroked and caressed the skin, humming softly as he did so. His actions were gentle, strokes fit for a loving pet rather than a sexual submissive.

His gentle touching didn't let up.

His eyes slid shut as his fingers continued stroking.

Lycus lay there waiting for something bad to happen, was Aleksandr going to tie him up again, was he going to be struck with the crop or have his skin torn open by his sharp teeth?

Nothing came, just simple soft stroking.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as his slowly relaxed against the grass, his eyes gently sliding shut as he was continuously stroked.

Through no doing of his own the blades of grass seemed to coil around his hands and feet softly, as if the very Earth was embracing the bruised and bleeding Elf.

His stroking trailed down the Elf's thighs.

His eyes flickered open again to gaze at the river, picking out the fish swimming under the current and the way the water splashed against the rocks embedded in the middle of the running water.

Alek smiled softly.

No fighting. No writhing. Not even a growl. In fact, Lycus was purring. He wanted the Elf to purr when he was touched by him. To enjoy it rather than try to fight against him.

His fingers began stroking his inner thighs and backside idly.

Lycus was in his element and that soothed him more than anything else. He wasn't in some dungeon where he was completely cut off from the thing he yearned for most.

The Elf didn't even flinch when the Lycan's hands stroked over his backside.

He wasn't bound, he was somewhere familiar, he had no reason to panic at the moment.

Plus if someone was passing through they would only be able to sense Aleksandr here by himself.

His fingers blushed fleetingly against the man's entrance for a moment before returning to stroking his legs and backside again.

Would he be able to do anything without the Elf lashing out or trying to get away from him?

If he treated him gently and carefully, would he get compliance in return?

Only attempting it would get him his answers, he guessed.

Lycus already knew he was better off letting Aleksandr do what he was going to do then waiting for his body to heal before getting his free session and his revenge.

As such he was going to try his hardest to just relax and find what ever pleasure he could.

If Aleksandr didn't over step his boundaries or push him to quickly then he would behave, but as soon as he felt uncomfortable he was going to lash out. He had already lost his virginity, what else could Aleksandr do to him now? The worst was over.

He gave a barely audible murmur as the fingers brushed against his entrance but he stayed still. His backside was still sore but it wasn't too bad at the moment.

Alek arched his brow at the murmur.

Did he enjoy that? Or was that a murmur of disapproval?

Only one way to find out.

His fingers slid up the man's thighs and stroked against his entrance again, this time lingering a little longer before pulling away and returning to stroking his skin.

Being entered was painful, there was no doubt about that, but at the same time the releases he got when Aleksandr was baring down on his prostate were the best he had ever had, he couldn't deny that.

The feelings were new and very strong, it was something he wanted to experience more of.

When the fingers stroked against his entrance again, he pushed back against them the tiniest amount, a gentle, breathy little moan escaping his lips as he lay relaxed against the grass.

Well that was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, reaction.

Lycus wanted this. He wanted to be touched; to be entered. Well, he wouldn't disappoint if that was the case.

One hand moved from the man's backside to press his fingers against his lip, waiting patiently for Lycus to part them. He'd show the man just how pleasurable being entered could be.

Lycus' tongue ran across his split lip as Aleksandr pressed his finger against it, he was still rather annoyed about that marking and would be sure to give Aleksandr many like it.

The Elf opened his mouth tentatively and sucked on the fingers, running his tongue along them.

He knew where they were going and he was coating them generously with his saliva, which was preferable over the blood he had used previously.

His teeth nibbled on the tips of his fingers softly after he had coated them.

A low purr sounded as the very tips of his fingers were nibbled gently.

He definitely seemed eager for this. A very big change from the little spat they had had earlier in the dungeon.

Lycus was being very well behaved. How he expected one of his Slaves to act.

The Lycan's fingers slipped out of his mouth and pressed to his entrance again, rubbing in gentle circles before one finger pushed into him slowly.

His free hand stroked the Elf's back gently.

Secretly deep down he wanted to submit, though he wouldn't admit that to himself let alone anyone else.

For years he had been Master of one of the largest Slaving estates in the world, he had trained tens of thousands of Slaves in his time.

It was taxing, it was staining and stressful work, he wanted the be the one who didn't have to think, who could let go and just feel what the other person allowed them to feel.

It was freedom through servitude, it was only his own mind that held him back.
Lycus could he a spectacular Slave if he were trained and allowed himself to be.

But he wasn't and he couldn't.

For now at least he could suspend disbelief and give into one of his fantasizes before life reminded him of what he was doing.

He gave a soft moan as the fingers circled him and one pushed in, his backside pushed back against the finger gently, helping it enter him.
His back arched softly leaning into the hands stroking him.

A low purr erupted in the Lycan's chest.

Lycus was being very well behaved. Alek was impressed. He expected some fight. Something to tell him that he didn't want it.

But that hadn't come.

Had he finally given in? Finally seen what this could do to him; how much he could enjoy it?

His finger pushed deeper starting a slow, firm rhythm.

So far Aleksandr had offered him nothing but pleasure, granted there had been small moments of pain but it had all led to something more satisfying.

He could see that now that his head was clear and calm. This realisation never would've happened if he had stayed chained up in the dungeon.

All he saw down there was ways of inflicting pain and forcing submission, perhaps in time that would change but right now that was how he saw it.

He gave a moan as the finger started its pace, this felt good, this much didn't hurt at all and after having the machine inside of him there was minimal discomfort with something this small.

His lips quirked upwards.

He stroked the man's back, slowly moving upwards to stroking his neck and ears, pushing his hair aside.

Did he push his luck and give the man praise?

...Yes.

"You're being so good," he crooned softly, pushing his finger deeper inside the man.

His long pointed ears twitched softly as they were stroked, being a high Elf his ears were much longer than any other species of Elf and seeing them move was quite a rare thing to witness.

He liked being stroked, the gentle feeling of skin brushing against skin was intoxicating.

His brows furrowed slightly as he was praised, he didn't like being talked down to.

"Shut u- mmm."

His words were cut off as the finger pushed deeper inside of him, causing him to moan.

Alek gave a low chuckle.

Of course he'd find a way to retaliate. He should have known that would be the first thing out of his mouth.

The Lycan pushed a second finger into Lycus gently.

His fingers continued to stroke at his ears gently as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside of him.