[C][M] His Demands

Alek have a soft, husky chuckle as Lycus cried out.

He loved that sound. Shock and pain mingling into one beautiful noise. He wanted to hear more of that. He wanted to drag more cries from the Elf.

The Lycan's rough but painfully slow thrusts continued as he bowed his head to kiss his lover again.

"Cry to the Gods for me, Sensa. Tell them how good a fuck I am," he crooned in his mate's ear.

His Lycan's words only made what he was feeling more intense, if he could he would let everyone in existence know that they were together and that they owned one another, he would cry it out to them.

Lycus pushed his body back down against his Lover, groaning as he felt the man deep within him.

His hands gripped Alek's shoulder blades firmly.

Alek's pace never faltered.

His thrusts were slow and deep, teasing the Elf with each movement.

The Lycan would have his fun teasing the Elf until he was writhing under him, begging for his release.

His lips feathered over Lycus' gently as a soft purr rumbled in his chest.

He had the control here and he was loving it.

Lycus didn't handle being teased well, he was so accustomed to getting his own way but with Alek he didn't get a choice and in the time they had been together he had begun to become more turned on by the slow movements, allowing them to build up his body.

He kissed the Lycan deeply when lips feathered against his own.

His teeth captured the man's lower lip, tugging it softly.

Alek grinned when his lip was tugged on.

He loved these little actions. The fingers curled in his hair, the teeth tugging at his lower lip. He could hear the Elf's soft pants. All these little things were endearing and oh-so-sexy.

Alek purred as he pushed one of the Elf's legs up to press against his chest.

"Cry out for me," he crooned.

Lycus gave a low groan as his leg was pushed up, forcing the Lycan to thrust into him more deeply.

"Give me a reason to."

He muttered with a soft pant, he wasn't going to offer up cries and moans if the Lycan didn't earn them, though he wouldn't try to keep them in if Aleksandr endeavored to pull them from him.

His hips gave a hard jerk, pushing into the Elf even rougher than they had previously.

"I can do that."

He'd have his Elf writhing and crying out.

His hand stroked over the Elf's navel and hip, avoiding his arousal.

"I bet this wants my attention, too, huh?" he purred.

Lycus' head rolled back as he cried out, before offering up a low moan, having the Lycan jerk into him like that bore down onto his prostate brutally, it felt both painful and pleasurable.

"Yes."

He hissed softly, his pelvis pushing up in the hopes that Aleksandr would touch him, he wanted the man's warm hand wrapped around him.

His thumb stroked up the length of his Elf's arousal.

"So needy," he purred softly.

Lycus wanted him to touch him. He wouldn't. He may want him to go faster. He wouldn't.

Lycus could beg and cry as much as he wanted.

Alek was going to tease him until he cracked.

The Elf bit onto his own lip sharply as Aleksandr's thumb stroked across him, he wanted to man's touch so badly and he was being given nothing at all.

"Please Theo..."

He muttered, thrusting up against his hand, he wanted the man to fuck and sate him.

Alek shook his head slowly.

"Not yet, Sensa," he purred softly.

Not any time soon. It was too soon. Lycus wasn't needy enough yet. He wasn't writhing around or crying out nearly enough for Alek's tastes. He'd be teasing him for a little while longer.

His tongue laved over the Elf's neck.

A barely audible whine passed the Elf's lips as Alek shook his head.

He wanted more than these teasing touches, so much more.

When the tongue caressed his neck he tilted his head back for the man, his marked, bleeding neck perfectly presented to the Lycan's teeth.

"Such a mean Mate I have."

"My mate is mean, too. perhaps we should band together to overthrow our mean mates," he chuckled softly.

His tongue lapped over the small trails of blood staining his lover's throat.

His pace didn't slow or speed up. It was perfectly constant.

"You're going to be so sore and satisfied when I'm done with you."

He was going to make sure Lycus was happy by the end of their mating. He'd be exhausted by the time they left the forest.

"Tell me about Elven matings."

"Elven mating?"
He muttered, looking up at the an lustfully, he couldn't help but he worried that Aleksandr wouldn't want it.

"It's an ancient ritual, a spell is cast onto the lovers by the tribe elder.

It allows each of them to see through one another's eyes, more than that, you can feel everything the other feels. It's meant to be one of the most intense sensations there is, during mating you'd be able to feel what you were doing to your lover and what they were doing to you, at the same time.

That's why we mate for life, because it wont work with anyone else."

It was like a trance, something the mates could faze in and out of at will, but it could only ever work with one person.

Alek's tongue laved over his lower lip slowly.

That sounded... intense.

Scarily intense. He'd feel Lycus' emotions. See what he could see. Feel, hear, smell and taste what the Elf could.

Honestly he didn't like the idea too much. He was a private man and knowing someone could feel his emotions made him feel a little uncomfortable about it.

But having a mate couldn't always be a cake-walk. There were some things that he wouldn't enjoy about mating. There were things he'd have to work with Lycus to make more comfortable.

"Soon," he promised. Soon they'd be together like that. They'd be mated in both Lycan and Elven ways.

His lips met with Lycus' in a fierce kiss.

Elves were impassive creatures, they didn't usually have to deal with intense emotion so mating one another usually wasn't that bad, but that Alek... he was a passionate person and he had brought out emotions in Lycus that he wouldn't readily show all that often.

Even with all that in mind Lycus wanted to give this to Alek, he could only do it once in his life, he had preformed the ceremony many times, mating couples together was a part of his job, but going through it himself was a terrifying thought.

"Really?"

He muttered, slight disbelief filling his voice, he had never though this would be something he would do.

The trance could be turned off at will, and turned on again as long as both of them did so consciously.

Lycus kissed him back with equal ferocity, pressing up into it with all the passion he could muster.

Yes, really.

He wanted to be as close to Lycus as he could. This was out of his comfort zone, yes, but it was something he could get used to in time.

A soft purr sounded as his thumb ran along the length of his lover's arousal again.

He wanted to see Lycus writhing beneath him wanting to be satisfied.

It would take time and a lot of effort but he was determined to make it happen.

Lycus wanted this too, he wanted to be close to Aleksandr no matter how vulnerable it made him feel.

"I love you."

He muttered as he pulled away from the man's lips.

Aleksandr's thumb made him shudder softly, writhing beneath him slightly, he wanted more stimulation than this.

"I love you, too."

He really did love the Elf. So much that he was willing to put himself into a situation that would make him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. His love for the Elf scared him sometimes.

"Cry for me, Versensa."

He wanted toe Elf to cry out and beg for him. With the slow, deep thrusting and the little touches to his arousal, Alek thought that the Elf would crack sooner than this.

Ly couldn't last much longer.

Aleksandr was working him up so steadily, he could feel his arousal twitching in need as it went unattended.

"Please Theo."

He whimpered, his back arching off of the ground as he pushed up against his mate needily.

His body writhed more urgently as his arousal levels got higher and higher.

"You can manage something a little louder than that."

Alek smirked, his eyes flickering up. "Can you hear them? Walking along the path. They're so close. I want you to yell so loud that they can hear you."

He kissed along the Elf's throat.

"I wonder what they'll think if they see us like this." He sucked a patch of skin gently.

"Cry for me."

A shiver of excitement ran through the Elf, he could hear them, they were so close to them, if he cried out they would come over here.

He thought Aleksandr would have given in by now, his own body was so needy, so ready for pleasure that he would barely stand it, surely the Lycan wasn't immune to the effects of being inside of him like this?

His member was hard inside of him but it moved so slowly, never wavering in its agonizingly slow assault of his body.

His own member stood swollen, throbbing with need, his balls hard and ready, the release that evaded him already built up and waiting.

A low groan sounded from the Elf as his head rolled back, he didn't care where he was any more, he didn't care who he was or how he was meant to act, all he knew was that his body wanted its mate more than anything he had ever wanted.

Alek was also being teased by the slow thrusting.

He wanted to come himself. This teasing was almost painful. But he wanted to see his mate beg and plead and whimper and cry. He wanted to hear him curse him and demand to be satisfied.

He wanted his lover completely broken and needy underneath him.

"Cry for me. Cry for them. All the people you hear so close. I want them all to see that you're mine."

Lycus took in a shaky breath as he looked up at his Mate, biting his lip as another whine sounded, his body ached, physically he was suffering immensely.

He knew that when he did come, he would barely know his own name, his body would ache and his mind would go blank.

"Theo.."

He whined, writhing more violently, trying to get some friction on his arousal, it hurt, he wanted to come, he needed it.

"Fuck."

He grunted, his head falling back in defeat as his entire body protested his stubborn nature, he wanted to give in, he wanted...

The Elf cried out in pure needy frustration, he knew people would hear, they would run over here and see their Master like this.

At this moment that Lycus was gone, their Master was stripped away and the man inside of him had been pulled to the surface, a man who had submitted himself to this Lycan.

"Please Theo, please just let me come!"
He pleaded loudly, his nails biting into the man's skin harshly.

Alek shivered with a soft groan.

Hearing his lover whine like that was beautiful. It had the Lycan fisting his hands in the soft dirt under them to stop himself from letting himself go.

That was it. That was what he wanted.

That cry of pure need. Lycus was gone now.

This man was the Elf that belonged to him. The one that wanted to be pleasure and satisfied. All this man wanted was for Lycus to make him come.

Alek groaned softly as nails bit into his back, smirking and letting his eyes flicker up as he heard gasps and cries and feet slapping against the ground.

A few servants had heard that cry.

Perfect.

Alek hoisted Lycus' body up, holding him against his body as his slow thrusts sped up. One hand pressed to the Elf's back to keep him upright as his other hand slid down to the Elf's backside, groping and kneading firmly.

He smirked as the servants finally broke through the trees and happened upon them.

"Who do you belong to?" he crooned softly. His hand reared back and met with Lycus' backside firmly. His voice was darker now, a demanding growl. "Who do you belong to?"