[M] Every wolf has its day

His free hand slapped the Elf's thigh harshly in reprimand as he pulled away from the Elf's arousal, teeth scraping gently over his skin.

Alek didn't expect to be called Master but he expected respect from the Elf. "Sir." Sir was enough. It was respectful but it didn't sound as bad as Master.

The Lycan tutted softly when Lycus tensed again.

There goes their progress.

His finger continued to move firmly inside of him.

The Elf's eyes narrowed, Sir, the word implied superiority, there was no way he was going to say it.

"No."

He replied in a growl, he would call the Lycan by his name, the name he himself had given him.

He winced as the finger continued to move inside of him, keeping his body tensed was only making this more difficult for him but he kept it up for a few more moments before his body slowly went limp again out of necessity.

"Suit yourself."

Each time he wasn't addressed correctly, Lycus would get a punishment. In time he would learn to address him correctly.

His lips quirked upwards a little as the Elf relaxed again.

And they were back to where they were before.

His finger pushed deeper inside the man as he bowed his lead to lave his tongue along the Elf's arousal once more.

Lycus hit his head against the ground in frustration, if he tensed everything hurt more, if he relaxed then Aleksandr thought he was being obedient.

No matter what he did he would be constantly at a disadvantage. Despite it all he knew the best course of action, he should do what Aleksandr wanted, he would be put through less pain, may even get some pleasure out of it.

Though the downside of that was willingly submitting to the Lycan, knowing that everything he did would be used against him later on.

Either is pride took a bashing, or he did.

Another moan left his lips as the man began lapping at his arousal again and the finger pushed deeper into him.

Seeing the Elf's pride fight with his logic amused him.

He lost either way according to his mind.

If Alek was in this position - and he had been in that position more than once recently - he would have gone with logic. Let his body feel the pleasure and then fight twice as hard next time to be the one to come out on top.

He had done that and it had worked out well for him.

The Lycan purred as he gently pushed the second blood-coated finger in alongside the first.

His mouth fell open as if to cry out softly but no noise came from the Elf as his body arched from the addition of a second finger.

He could feel his body stretching to accommodate the two fingers.
Lycus' legs trembled slightly from the sensation of being filled and unable to prevent it.

His hands bundled together, his nails biting into his palm, this time accidentally breaking the skin.

Last time he had clung to Aleksandr, broken the Lycan's skin open as he was entered like this but he didn't have that luxury this time

He pushed his fingers into the man gently.

Right now he needed to be a little more careful. Stretch him carefully so he didn't feel too much pain.

The Lycan began lapping and sucking at the Elf's arousal again to distract him from the pain somewhat.

it was only going to get more painful before it got pleasurable.

The man's toes curled and a soft whine of discomfort left his lips as the fingers slowly entered him.

Aleksandr was being gentle, he knew that, but no matter how slowly or how gentle he did this it was going to hurt, gradually with time the pain would fade away.

That thought had him cringing, he hadn't lost his virginity yet and he was already thinking out laying with the Lycan again.

He tried to calm his breathing but inside his chest his heart was pounding quickly.

Lycus barely registered the fact that Aleksandr was sucking on him, he was so focused to the stretching of his entrance.

His licking and sucking got a little more insistent, teeth occasionally nipping at the man's arousal to draw his attention from the fingers pressed inside of him.

He needed to focus on the pleasure more than the pain or this was going to hurt a Hell of a lot more than it could do.

Alek took his onto his mouth again, bobbing his head and sucking him.

His free hand moved to cup and massage his balls.

Lycus didn't think about his actions, he just did them.

His eyes turned down, searching out the Lycan's gaze, he wanted to focus on Aleksandr and the pleasure he was offering as compensation for the pain he had to endure.

He gave a low moan and pushed his hips up, offering his arousal to the Lycan as he writhed beneath him.

The Elf's body moved slightly, instead of trying to writhe and squirm away from him, Lycus began moving his hips with the the movements of Alek's mouth and hands.

Good boy, he thought.

Working with him was a lot better than working against him. A Hell of a lot better.

Alek gave him a hard suck in reward before bobbing his head again, the hand on his balls massaging a little more firmly.

Focus on the pleasure. He could stretch him little by little while he was sucking him off.

His mouth gaped open again as he received a hard suck, a moan escaping him once again as his body relaxed back against the floor.

Lycus' attention was torn away from the pain of being stretched and focused on Aleksandr.

How the man worked over his body, stroking him, licking him. Just seeing the Lycan with his member in his mouth had a shiver running down his spine.

Alek continued to suck on him and bob his head, massaging his balls gently as he did so.

He wanted to do as much as he could to ensure that Lycus got through this as painlessly as possible without descending into subspace.

As he continued to work over the man, his fingers moved slowly, thrusting in and out of him with a low purr.

Little steps. Get him used to the thrusting of his fingers before stretching him.

Soft mewling moans left his lips continuously as the Lycan worked so dutifully at pleasuring him.

His body jerked when the fingers began to thrust into him but he quickly relaxed again, going limp against the ground with his legs spread apart for Aleksandr.

The fingers were uncomfortable inside of him and the friction they caused was painful but he refused to focus on that, he wanted to focus on the Lycan.

His teeth scraped gently against the Elf's arousal as his body jerked.

Alek purred softly when he relaxed again without any prompting, giving him another hard suck as a reward for doing so.

He was doing so well.

The Lycan's fingers parted inside the man slightly.

The Elf gasped as the teeth scraped against his and he was sucked hard.

The more Aleksandr did to him the more he began to writhe and move with the man.

He was aroused, if it wasn't for the pain he would've already came, that much was evident by how he began to squirm and whimper.

Lycus groaned in discomfort as the fingers parted inside of him, stretching his entrance.

The more Lycus writhed, the more Alek focussed on making him feel pleasure.

He was determined to make him have a good time. He wanted Lycus to want this and for that to happen he needed to associate it with pleasure.

His fingers stretched a little wider this time, pressing a little deeper.

A low purr sounded in his chest again.

"Argh.." He gave a slightly louder discomforted groan.

His toes curled and his back arched as he was stretched and pushed into further.

The pain and discomfort were slowly becoming worse, he could feel it there at his entrance, his insides were already beginning to ache but so far it wasn't too unbearable.

He was feeling all of this, the pain and the pleasure he was receiving were two separate entities but they swirled together and left him wanting, his body aroused and sore at the same time.

Alek wanted to roll his eyes.

Being stretched wasn't that unbearable. Yes it was painful but it wasn't all that bad. It was nothing like some of the things he had had to go through. If he could hope with those he could cope with this.

Unless Lycus was a sheltered little baby, he would have felt pain worse than this before.

Alek pulled back a little then bowed his head to bite harshly at Lycus' thigh, fingers pushing deeper to press against his prostate.

Would he focus on the pain on his thigh, the pain of being stretched, or the pleasure?

He had felt pain worse than this before, but the pain of being entered and stretched was different, it wasn't like being torn open by a Lycan or being run through by a sword.

It was a new, unknown pain, the pain of someone being physically inside of you, it was the foreignness of it that he was reacting to.

The Elf writhed as he was entered deeper and bitten at the same time, he writhed for a moment but ultimately moan at the pleasure, his head rolling back as his hips pushed forward needily.

There we go.

Th more he focussed on the pleasure, the less he focussed on the pain.

His fingers pushed more insistently against his prostate then pulled back a little to stretch him some more. He pushed forwards against his prostate again.

Stretch him a little, reward him with pleasure. Stretch him some more, reward him with more pleasure.

His breathing picked up as he was offered pain then pleasure until he was panting softly, his chest rising and falling as he let out a small whimper.

Lycus gazed up at the Lycan lustfully, he was being worked up to the point where his arousal was immense but each time he got pleasure it would stop abruptly.

He wanted satisfaction, he wanted...he wanted Aleksandr to make him come.

"Aleksandr..." He muttered softly between each panted breath.

Yet again his hand cracked down on the Elf's thigh, leaving behind a blistering hand print. "Sir."

He had told him how to address him. He expected that to be done.

His fingers pressed hard against his prostate, rubbing and thrusting before pulling back to stretch him a little more.

He returned to his previous rhythm of stretching and pleasuring him, gazing at the Elf silently.

He hissed a breath and winced as be was struck again, he wasn't going to call the Lycan 'Sir' no matter how many times he was slapped.

His head tossed back as he moaned as his prostate was rubbed, causing his legs to tremble softly.

The Elf pressed his hips forward, he was uncomfortable but with Aleksandr pleasuring him like that it wouldn't take much at all to make him come, he just needed a little friction.

He kept up his pace with his hand, his head pulling back.

Alek smirked down at the man as he continued to stretch and pleasure him in turn.

There were things he wanted to accomplish here. He was determined to do just what he had planned no matter how long it took.

After another few minutes, he pushed a third finger in slowly.