[M] How Could Anything Go Wrong?

Alek's feet perched in the loops on the swing and he shifted a little to grasp onto the handles so he wouldn't fall back.

Toys, as he had found out, could be quite fun.

But he had to agree with Lycus.

Things were much more intimate without the use of toys. Bringing someone to a release without any aid was indeed much more intimate.

His head tilted back to offer more of his throat, body pressing forwards against the Elf's tongue. A soft moan sounded as Lycus' teeth bore down onto his flesh.

"I'll enjoy you as much as I possibly can while you're mine."
He muttered, as he moved to the other nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting down sharply.

Lycus had no way of knowing when he would next be able to best the Lycan and claim him once again in a session so he was going to make the most of it while he could.

He leaned up, pressing his lips to Alek's neck before biting down on it harshly, tearing into the flesh until he could taste blood.
While he continued to maul the Lycan's neck his hand slipped down his body to grasp onto Alek's arousal.

One thought ran through his mind in response to that.

He was going to be extremely sore when this Session was over.

He was excited. Lycus was going to take him over and over, as many times as he wanted for as long as he wanted. There was nothing holding him back. He had the leash in his hand and there was no official Elder business that they needed to deal with.

Alek gave a soft groan when teeth tore into his neck.

He loved his throat being bitten and kissed. Absolutely adored it.

His hips pressed upwards against Lycus' hand a little.

Idly he wondered just how many times they could have sex in a row before they were both too exhausted to carry on anymore, perhaps now was the time to find out.

"Let's see how many times I can take you before we are exhausted."

He muttered in the man's ear, nipping the lobe before pulling away and pressing his teeth to the Lycan's neck yet again, biting down harshly as his hand stroked the man firmly.

Alek gave a little moan in response to the muttered words.

Yes, he loved the sound of that. The two of them fucking in as many positions as they could as many times as they could until they just collapsed into a sweaty pile of satiated men.

His hips pressed upwards against Lycus' hand, head tilting back to offer his bleeding through as it was bit down on again.

He wanted nothing more than for that to happen.

He licked the Lycan's throat with a low purr, the taste of his blood sweeping over his tongue was amazing even if his species was not affiliated with drinking it.

"Come as often as you please, we'll not be done for a long time yet."

Lycus muttered as he moved his hips, pressing his arousal to Aleksandr's entrance. Even if the man came early it made little difference, they were not stopping until neither of them could handle any more.

With a soft groan he pushed himself into the man, entering him completely, preselvish his pelvis up against Alek's backside as he leaned over to kiss him.

Come as often as you please.

He didn't have to hold out until Lycus gave him the all-clear for release. That was good. He didn't know if he'd be able to hold himself for prolonged periods of time.

Alek gave a soft groan when he felt the Elf's arousal against his entrance.

He rocked his hips forwards a little, pushing against Lycus eagerly.

He bit his lip with a pleased moan when he felt the Elf push into him completely, leaning up to return the kiss.

He was going to enjoy this immensely, he had Aleksandr for as long as he wanted and the man seemed very eager to be with him, it pleased him immensely and laying down his pride for a mere moment seemed utterly worth it.

A small groan left his lips as he began to move his hips, taking long slow thrusts which hit the most sensitive parts of the Lycan.

Having the toy inside of him for so long had prepared him, he was hot and damp against the Elf's arousal and he found himself biting his lip as be moved, a purr rumbling in his chest.

Alek groaned softly, eyes sliding shut, hips rocking against Lycus' as he thrust inside of him.

Gods, this felt so good.

He hadn't felt like this in a long while; this was the first time since he had been a Slave that he was being pushed past laying with someone once or twice in a single session.

He'd be laying with Lycus until he physically couldn't any more and the thought excited him a lot.

His hands gripped the handles of the swing tightly.

A small smile spread across his lips, he would be inside of the man for a long time and that knowledge had him brimming with excitement, he wanted to see Alek beneath him coated in sweat, writhing a moaning until he couldn't move any longer.

The Elf gripped onto Aleksandr's hips, his nails racking across the tanned flesh as he began to move the man with him, swinging him as his hips thrust forward and back, their pacing becoming slightly harder and faster.

At this angle it was so easy to press forward and bury himself deep within the other man, his arousal pounding up against the Lycan's prostate.

Alek's eyes clenched shut tightly and he gave low whines and moans as his Master thrust into him slowly.

He writhed in the swing, clutching tighter to the handles.

His head lolled back, throat perfectly on display.

The Lycan gave a soft cry, writhing a little more.

"Master," he breathed softly.

Seeing Aleksandr so needy and wanting was a beautiful thing, it made him want to prolong this slow torment just to see him writhe and plead.

Leaning over he brushed his lips against the man's neck, kissing and nipping at it gently as his hips continued at their current pace.

His hands smoothed over the Lycan's hips, caressing the curve of his pelvis before wrapping around his arousal and stroking him gently, his fingers only barely gracing over the hardened skin.

Alek didn't want this to be prolonged.

He wanted to be fucked hard and fast and constantly until he just collapsed from the exhaustion of doing it so many times.

He wanted to be pushed beyond his limits.

The Lycan groaned loudly when the Elf;s fingers barely grazed over his hardened flesh.

"Master, please."

At the sound of that little plead his demeanor changed dramatically, one moment he was going slow and peppering him with gentle touches and the next he was thrusting brutally into the Lycan, his hand gripping onto him firmly and pumping him in the same hard and fast rhythm of his hips.

He wanted this too much to hold out for long, he wanted to be aching and unable to move any longer after they had sated each other completely.

There was no room for gentlness tonight, their bodies were too demanding for that.

He moaned loudly in response to the sudden change in touches.

This was what he wanted. He wanted this rough sex. He needed to feel sore and sated after all of this and know that he had been claimed in the most brutal way possible.

Soft gentle, teasing touches could come tomorrow.

Tomorrow he'd allow Lycus to tease him as much as he wanted but tonight he would be fucked hard and fast until he couldn't stand it any more.

Lycus gave a low moan as he thrust his hips hard and fast, this was what he wanted, to bury himself within the Lycan, lose himself in the ecstasy of laying with the man he had longed for, in his mind they had been parted for far too long.

Leaning over he latched onto the man's throat, his teeth tearing into the flesh forcefully as his tongue pressed into the open wound.

With each thrust his free hand would grip onto the swing and pull him back, impaling the man further onto his arousal until he physically could not be any deeper.

Alek groaned softly as he was pulled against the Elf with each hard thrust.

This was hot. Hot and heavy and hard. Exactly what he wanted for tonight. He wanted to get lost in the rough primal sex that came with someone claiming his submissive.

Lycus was claiming him and he wanted to writhe under the man, hot an sweaty and absolutely exhausted and still be pushed beyond his limits.

His hips thrust hard against Lycus', trying to push the Elf to move harder and faster.

This was primal, and even the crisp and proper Lycus took on a more wild demeanor, his body moved more brutally, he had less control though he didn't care, he wanted to get lost in claiming the man he had wanted for so long.

His hard, sharp eyes didn't soften but rather his gaze looked more intense, if that was at all possible. He looked down at Aleksandr in yearning, he knew how much he wanted him and now was his chance.

Lycus thrust forward more forcibly as he was prompted to, his speed increasing, the power of which made him moan loudly.

Alek could already feel heat spreading through him.

This was a lot more forceful than any other time he had laid with someone in a good long time. He wasn't used to the intensity of it.

He loved this intensity.

His lips parted and he gave desperate moans. Hips moving more forcefully still as he pushed himself closer and closer to his release.

The force they were using was almost bruising, he wouldn't be surprised if his pelvis came away from this black and blue, as well as Aleksandr's backside, few people would enjoy sex this brutal.

But they loved it, the two of them craved it and a small growl rumbled in the Elf's chest, it was out of character for him but in this moment they weren't Lycus and Alek, they were two beings desperately claiming one another in an act of pure primal need.

The Elf bit his lip harshly, causing blood to slip from the split as he leaned down and kissed Aleksandr roughly, his blood spreading over the Lycan's lips.

He thrust harder, feeling heat spread through him, he truly needed this.

Two beings.

That's all they were.

They weren't Alek and Lycus. No Slave and Master trying to stake claims from their past. They were just two men that wanted to prove to each other thant they had a hold on the other.

Tonight they were claiming each other in brutal ways that so few would indulge in.

He loved it.

Alek moaned into the bloody kiss, latching onto Lycus' split lip and sucking on it harshly, blood coating his mouth.

He could feel his blood flowing into the Lycan's mouth, this time he truly felt it, a part of him that gave him life was spilling so eagerly into the mouth of this great predator, he was devouring it, Aleksandr was devouring him.

The act made him moan loudly, his eyes flickering and rolling back slightly in ecstasy, it was a beautiful thing that he had denied himself for so long.

He pressed forward, pushing his lips against Aleksandr's more brutally as his thrusting became more demanding and frantic.

His tongue lapped out over the split, sealing it with his saliva.

He was in the middle of pressing a tender kiss to the Elf's lips when his pace sped up; became more demanding.

Who was he to deny, as worked up as he was?

The heat that had spread through his body rushed through him and he gave a soft cry as he came, thrusting down against the Elf's hips eagerly.

He gave a loud moan as Aleksandr cried out, thrusting his hips erratically as he came along with the Wolf.

Lycus wanted more, so much more, he would ravage this man until neither of them could move another muscle and lay absolutely spent on the dungeon floor.

"I'm far from done with you."

He panted as he grasped on the collar and coaxed him off of the swing, kissing him passionately before leading him to another piece of equipment.

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Lycus cried out as his hips jerked forward, his body releasing inside of Aleksandr once again.

His body was slick with sweat, blood and semen, both of them were coated in ample amounts of both, the Elf himself having acquired some marks of his own.

Bite marks littered the Lycan's skin as well as markings from the multiple bindings he had been placed in.

The two of them had indulged in each others bodies for hours, he had lost track of how much time had past or how many times they had lay together though he knew they were well past twenty five at this point.

He looked down at the Wolf, his eyes hazes with lust and yearning, he was tired, but he could still move his aching body and as long as he had movement left, he would claim the man.

"Again." He muttered, untying the man's arms from behind his back but not freeing his legs from the spreader bar that forced his legs apart.

He didn't have the energy to tie the man up again, instead they could take each other from their current position on the floor.

Lycus gripped the bar and pushed it up, forcing the Lycan's legs to bend as he  lay over top of him once again.

Alek was spent.

At some point during their last rut, he had just about given up trying to move his exhausted body.

He lay on the floor, panting and writhing a little as Lycus moved his legs and lay on top of him once more.

He wouldn't fight him off but he didn't have the energy to move with him any more. He didn't think he had ever been pushed this far when laying with someone. He was well and truly exhausted and he would definitely be feeling this when he woke up.

"Yes, Master," he breathed in the strongest voice he was capable of; barely above a whisper.

Lycus still wanted his body so he'd get it. Until Lycus all but collapsed onto him, this rutting challenge was still in progress.