[M] The Promised Return

((For Asher and Belial when the Fae leave. I got too excited about it and had to do it v-v))

The large room was smoky, dark and filled with the sound of jeering drunken humans and loud music.

Cages suspended from the high ceiling at average intervals across the entire area of the room houses dancing half-naked men and women; clad in only scraps of leather and lace, adorned with chains and collars and ballet boots and piercings.

The floorspace was separated by three long stages running through the centre of it, with barely enough space between them for two men to stand side by side. These stages were occupied with, again, half naked men and women adorned in fetish-gear and indecent clothing dancing on poles at the edge of the stages or rubbing against each other in an attempt at drawing the attention of the people around them jeering loudly waving their money in attempt to draw the dancers closer.

One of these such dancers, grinding against a pole at the far edge of the far left stage wearing; a scrap of material held to her chest with two light silver chains strapped across her back obscuring the large black wings tattooed on her dark tanned skin, a lacy black thong, black fishnet stockings and knee-high leather ballet boots. Peeking from the underwear and pressed to her back by the chains of her shirt were notes of all numbers. She had lucked out tonight, the Changeling thought dryly; earlier that night she had seen a glimpse of orange being tucked into the front of her thong. Fifty euros. Much better than the fives she usually collected.

Her eyes caught the well tailored suit of a superior employee of the club, gesturing for her to come to him. A break. The first she had been allowed s far tonight. Her eyes turned to the neon green clock spanning an entire wall of the room. Midnight. She had been dancing for four hours. It was definitely time for a break.

Four hours dancing, half an hour break, three and a half hours entertaining privately in the back rooms of the club. That was her usual regime. She couldn't complain. She got a lot of money for entertaining privately.

She paraded around the stage, bending to give the men on the floor below her a good view of her newly acquired cleavage and round backside. Her mother had been feeding her more cake than food recently. She had gained a nice amount of weight since she had been back on the farm. She looked healthy now; finally a good weight for her height. As she passed people and paused to give them a little show, they tucked notes into the straps of her 'shirt', underwear and stockings.

The tall man in the tailored suit helped her off the stage and handed her her usual poison; double brandy and coke. A drink after dancing for so long was necessary.

She tottered a little as she made her way towards one of the back rooms. The heels were easy enough to dance in like she did but walking was largely uncomfortable.

When she was safely in the back room, she greeted another girl in for her break and began pulling the notes from her clothing, counting them up with a little smile. Tonight had definitely been a good night so far. She had collected a lot of notes tonight.

She emerged from the room after locking the money in her locker and hiding the key. Waiting for her was a tall man with slitted golden eyes and long silver hair tied in a loose braid. "Zal!" They fell into an embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to each other's lips.

It only took a few moments for them to begin pushing each other towards the bathrooms. He'd been watching her and it was very evident that he had liked that he had seen. Excitement rocked through her. Her kind-of boyfriend kind-of fuck buddy was definitely excited to see her like this.

She pushed him down on a toilet and closed the cubicle door, pulling herself up to straddle him, leaning forwards to kiss him deeply. Neither of them cared about being caught. Public sex was nothing new here. She could hear another couple going at it a couple stalls down.

Her fingers tugged at the button of Zal's jeans, unzipping them and pulling his arousal from his boxers as he busied himself with pulling her underwear aside and rubbing at her.

Asher took control, pushing her hips down, sinking down onto his arousal slowly as she moaned in his ear.

Both their hips rocked eagerly against each other.

They didn't have a lot of time. As much as she wished she could stay like this for a long time, she knew this would have to be quick. She had spent a fair amount of time counting up her money; she had maybe fifteen minutes before she would need to go to the back rooms to entertain.

Unknown to Asher but Belial had been keeping a close eye on her, he would be a pretty shitty Master if he let his Slaves wander off without knowing what they were doing and who they were with.

This little job of hers didn't surprise him really, she was a good Slave, she knew how to entertain people.

The Fallen entered the club and watched her from the back of the room, his eyes following as she went off around the back room.

He moved over the bar, smirking softly as he talked with one of the managers, handing over a rather large sum of money before being led to one of the back rooms.

Belial sat back in the private room and made himself comfortable in the couch as the manager went back stage to find Asher to tell her she had a private dance to do.

Not ten minutes later, Asher was fluffing her hair in the bathroom mirror, glancing back at Zal as he did up his belt and righted his jeans.

She had cleaned up as best as she could.

She was glad that she didn't do full scenes for the private customers. She could hide the fact that she had some guys semen inside of her when she was just dancing for them. She'd have no chance of doing so if she let men do whatever they wanted to her.

"I'll see you later," she muttered softly, leaning up to kiss Zal before tottering out into the bar again. She really needed to get used to these heels; practise walking around in them when everyone was busy at home. They were murder when she was walking around in them.

The Changeling walked towards 'her' back room immediately, tugging at the piece of cloth covering her breasts a little.

She didn't even glance at her client when she entered the room, just turned around, shut the door and bent over, planted her hands on the wall, hips swaying to the beat of the music she could hear playing outside. This exposed her backside and a nice view of the sheer lace lingerie she was wearing to Belial.

This was her routine. Dance for them from across the room for a while before finally moving over to her client.

She preferred dancing up on stage but she got a Hell of a lot more money for this than stage dancing.

Belial watched her silently, she obviously hadn't seen him yet and if she had then she wasn't too excited to see him.

His eyes trailed over the exposed flesh of her back, he couldn't miss those large black wings, it made him smirk softly, they reminded him of his own, his smirk only widened as he caught a glimpse of his own name tattooed into her skin.

A soft purring rumbled in his chest, she had been a busy little girl hadn't see and she had filled out a lot.

Her body had more curves, it was fuller and her chest and backside looked more inviting than ever.

She danced against the wall for a long time, eyes squeezing shut as she pictured something more pleasing.

Dancing like this for Belial. Feeling the collar around her throat again, his fingers slipping through the ring of the collar and pulling her forward towards him.

Eyes still shut, she turned around pressing her back against the wall and swaying her hips, one hand pushing through her hair as the other slid over her stomach and chest, exposing one of her pierced nipples as her fingers pushed the clothe aside.

Belial calling her names, demanding she get to her knees and service him like a good Slave aught to instead of wasting time dancing for her.

Her tongue run over her lower lip slowly at the thought.

These thoughts of Belial doing whatever he wanted to her were what made these private sessions tolerable.

Her back arched as her hand slid back down her body, fingers dipping between her legs and stroking herself on top of the lace. All she had to do was make this man horny, pay her a few notes then she could leave.

The purring in his chest grew louder as he watched her, his gaze followed the trail of her hand, his own tongue lapping over his lip as she stroked herself.

He had waited for her for so long and forcing himself to sit here so far away from her was torturing him.

Belial adjusted himself, moving to sit more comfortably before unzipping his pants as his arousal strained against the tight denim.

He had payed for this room until closing, and unusual request but he had the cash to make such demands so they let him.

Her eyes snapped open as she heard the sound of Belial's zipper.

No way! She was paid to dance for people, not let them jerk off to watching her dan-

Her eyes widened almost comically, one hand rising to cover her mouth. That was... No one could imitate that beautiful purple eyes with all the purple contacts in the world. It just wasn't possible.

"Belial," she breathed softly.

She didn't move. Thoughts flew through her head.

He had come back. For so long she had thought that he wouldn't come back, that he had done exactly what Hendrika had done and shoved her off onto her parents so he wouldn't have to deal with her any more.

But he had come back...

He'd come here just to see her.

Tears tracked down her cheeks as she stared at him, still leaning heavily against the wall.

"Master..."

The grin on his lips got progressively wider as her eyes opened, she finally looked at him.

"Miss me, sweety?"

He cooed, getting up from his chair and moving over to her slowly, his jeans clinging to his hips despite being undone.

When he reached her he promptly scooped her up in his arm and kissed her deeply, moving back over to the couch and setting her down in his lap as he sat down, his hands stroking over her exposed flesh.

His hand reached up to stroke the tears away from her face as he kissed her neck.

"I told you I was coming back for you and you're one of the four people in this world I would never lie to."

When he was close enough to her, she launched herself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

She returned his deep kiss eagerly, matching his passions

The Changeling buried her face against his neck, kissing at any skin she could reach as her fingers fisted in his hair tightly; as if he would just disappear if she didn't let go of him.

He was back for her.

This was Belial in the flesh, holding her against him, hugging her, kissing her.

The Belial that she was, not a minute ago, thinking of giving a blowjob to.

She bit into his neck harshly, pressing her entire body against him. She had seen the way he had reacted to pain when Zakhar or Coilean had inflicted it. She had never been brave enough to try it herself but she had been gaining more confidence while she had been with Zal.

She wanted him. Now.

She wanted him to take her again, hard and fast and painfully. Show her that he was still her Master. Dominate her. Call her names and show her her place under him again.

Belial groaned as he was bitten, his nails digging sharply into her hips as she pushed up against him firmly, his arousal pushing up against the denim that still sheathed him.

"Did you forget you place, little whore, you think you can parade around and tease me like that and then try and call the shots when we're alone."

He growled lowly, the tone was deep and husky as he gripped her hair and yanked her hair back, making her crane her neck for him as he pulled her down onto the couch and pushed himself on top of her.

"Worse than that you reek of other men, I leave you alone for a short while and you've tried to replace me.

No matter what you are mine and I'm going to make sure you don't forget it."

He added, yanking down her underwear so fast that the lace left course scratches down the side of her thighs.

"No other man can claim you like I do, and this..."
With a loud grunt he forced himself into her brutally, filling her body with his own.
"This is mine and I'll leave it so bruised that you wont be spreading your legs for anyone."

She inhaled sharply when his nails bit into her skin.

Hearing his growled demands had heat pooling in her stomach and a moan bubbling in her throat. It had been a month since anyone had growled at her like this. She hadn't been treated roughly like this for a month.

She had missed it so much.

Her legs spread when he pressed down against her, her hips rocking up to grind against his own.

"Yours," she replied in a soft whimper, clawing at his clothed back. "Only yours."

Asher shivered softly as she felt the lace scratch at her skin. She'd stare at those for hours when she got home.

She cried out when he thrust inside of her, hips pushing up against him again, rocking hard and fast as her nails scraped down his clothed back and her legs wrapped around his slim hips.

Asher muttered 'Master' and 'yours' in his ear over and over as her hands slid under his shirt, stroking at the hard muscles that tensed and relaxed with each brutal thrust.

The tears continued to flow; not at the pain she was feeling, but at the intensity of what she was feeling. Her Master was here and he was showing her just where she belonged.

Belial wasn't mad at her, how could he be, she had made the best of a bad situation where she thought she had been abandoned, if nothing else he was happy to see her alive and safe, he didn't want anything other than that.

But he also knew what she needed, she needed to be spoke to like that, she needed to be taken brutally and shown that this is where she belonged, with him.

His head leaned down, the Fallen's hot breath spreading out over her neck as he moved closer and dug his teeth sharply into her neck, tearing the flesh beneath it.

"I bought you for the rest of the night but I will own you forever."

He purred, his tongue lapping at the blood that seeped from the wound as his hips moved even faster, burying himself as deeply as he physically could inside of her, pounding harder and faster than he had ever taken her before.

She whimpered softly when his teeth tore through her skin.

This felt so right.

She was being owned by the one man could truly own her. Nothing could feel as good as this.

"Forever," she repeated with a shiver. He'd own her forever. She truly hoped so. Forever spent with him, Zakhar and Coilean. She couldnt think of anything better.

Her nails scraped over his back, tearing the skin open as his hips pounded against her.

This felt so good. So hard. She'd be tender of a while after this.

She'd feel him with ever move that she made. She wouldnt be able to do anything without knowing he had taken her.

"Take off my shirt, now."

He murmured, as his tongue lapped out over her throat, tasting her skin intently as his hips continued to move, his hand stroking up her body and yanking down her top, his hands cupping her newly developed breasts, squeezing and teasing them, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

The Fallen groaned as he pushed into her, his member was hot and slick with her moister, regrettably mixed with the release of another man.

"Roll over."

He ordered, he wanted to be able to see this tattoo of hers while he fucked her senseless.

"Yes, Master."

She tugged at his shirt, tearing it up over his head, leaning up to lick and nip at the exposed flesh of his chest.

Her own chest pushed up against his warm hands as they teased at her breasts.

A soft whine sounded in protest. She wanted to watch him ass he fucked her, touch him. She couldn't do that if she was on her stomach.

But a moment after her whine, she bit her lip. "Yes, Master."

She moved onto her hands and knees quickly, eyes falling to the fabric of the couch beneath her hands as she pressed her chest down and her hips upwards.

As she rolled over he gave her ass a firm spank, his finger trailing over the stinging flesh.

"When I give you an order don't whine, just do as you're told."

He replied firmly, he pulled way from her for a moment before pushing into her backside rather than her womanhood, he was going to make sure she remember this and could feel it.

A low moan passed his lips as he forced himself in, it was obvious that it had been a long time since she had been taken here, he was use to being able to push into her unprepared without much hassle but she was tight after so long.

Leaning down he trailed her tattoo with his tongue purring as he spelled out his name on the black lettering embedded in her skin.

She flinched when his hand met with her backside. "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master," she murmured quickly, pressing her backside up a little more to present it better to him.

Asher groaned softly, hands curling into fists as he pushed into her ass.

This was painful. She hadn't been stretched by anything more than a few fingers in a month.

She wasn't use to this. It would take a lot to get used to again.

A soft shiver shook her body as his tongue traced her tattoo.

"Did you miss me so much you had to permanently put my name in your skin?"

He purred, he could see she was in pain and he loved it, this could be her punishment for coming to him with another man's release still inside of her.

"I like it, I think I'll fuck you from behind more often just to be able to look at it."

A small grin spread across his lips as his hand reached around and dipped between her legs, rubbing up against the small ball of nerves that dwelled there.

This was a punishment she was happy to accept.

She missed anal and being trained again, though painful, was something she was eager for. she knew it wouldn't take much for her ass to loosen up enough for it to be more pleasurable than painful again.

The woman gave a small moan in reply. As much as she loved that he liked her tattoo, she didnt want him to fuck her from behind. It felt good, but she couldn't see him or touch him. That was what she really wanted; to be able to see and feel him dominating her.

A soft moan sounded and her hips pressed downwards into the touch of his fingers.

"Better yet, you're a stripper now, you must have learned a lot of new tricks, show me, show me what you can do, I want you to make me come with your ass."

He replied with a dark chuckle, he wanted to see her new body in action, see how her breasts bounced as she moved on top of him.

The Fallen lay back, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her back with him until she was sitting up in his lap, her body still impaled on his hardened member.

She groaned softly as he pulled her back to sit in his lap, biting her lip sharply as the new position forced more of him inside of her.

Shit, she was not used to this.

Her hands rested on his thighs as she pushed herself up and bought her legs beneath her so she could kneel and give herself a better foothold.

Hands still holding tightly to his thighs, she began rolling her hips, both up and down and in a slow swaying motion from side to side, back arching a little as she pressed forwards to he could still see her tattoos.

This was blissful torture; it hurt but she knew that if she pushed through and waited the pain out then it would be pleasurable. This was always how she got through pain. After pain came pleasure. If she waited it out long enough she'd feel pleasure.

The slow movement of her hips began to speed up as she bit her lip sharply again.

Belial pushed his hips up, pushing into her more deeply as she began to move.

"Come on now Asher, a whore that can't make her Master come isn't worth much."

He taunted, the fallen wanted to see some passion in her movements, he was giving her a moment of free reign, as limited as it was, to do what she wanted.

She could turn around and fuck him as she looked down at him, kiss him, stroke him, do as she wished and he wanted to see her passion, just how much she had missed him.

It had been too long.

She'd been so busy rubbing against poles and giving people lap dances that she hadn't put enough effort into sex.

She hadn't fucked someone hard like Belial was demanding since she had last fucked Belial like that. A month, possibly more.

Asher moved, sliding off his lap with a low groan as he pulled out of her.

She moved back onto his lap, facing him this time, immediately. Her hands fisted tightly in his hair as she stared at him, her hips rubbing against him teasingly as she leaned forwards to kiss him deeply, yanking at his hair.

One hand moved between them, stroking Belial slowly as she sank down onto his arousal again, groaning as his arousal stretched her ass again. She stopped all movement, just staring at him, only the head of his arousal pushed inside of her.

"Master," she breathed softly, forcing her hips downwards, crying out as she forced herself to take as much as she could of him as quickly as she could. She didn't give herself time to rest and adjust; thrusting her hips against him hard and fast, taking as much as she could of him with every rock of her hips. her hands fisted in his hair again, yanking on it as the dark mix of pain and pleasure swept through her.

Belial returned the kiss eagerly, this was the first time he had told her to do something like this and he knew it went against her nature, she was the sort of Slave that had to have their every movement dictated but he could tell that she was gaining confidence, hopefully enough that she could do this with him.

He gave a soft groan as she stroked him and yanked on his hair, a shiver running through him as she placed his head back inside of her.

Her cry was met with one of his own as his back arched up off of the couch, that felt so good, being pushed so deeply inside of her with brute force, he could already feel heat bubbling up inside of him.

"Asher..."

He moaned her name, his hands reaching up to grip her hips tightly as she continued to move above him.

This hurt. A lot.

She could feel tears streaking down her cheeks again but she didn't stop. Her hips continued their fast, hard pace as she ignored the throbbing pain setting in.

She would be very, very sore for the next few days.

She loved that thought. What could be better than being fucked so hard you couldn't walk properly on your first night as someone's Slave again? She was his and she'd proudly share that with the world.

Her nails scraped at his neck as she bit into his lip, whimpering his title softly.