[C][M] The illusion of freedom

"Damn right. My dirty little whore."

His wrist flicked and the whip came down on his arousal again.

He was going to make sure the Demon was tired and sore by the end of this. There would be blood and hopefully tears.

The human smirked as he struck him again and again.

That little titled made a smirk curl at his lips, Cu'Silt had been whoring himself out for thousands of years, this kind of talk was far more natural for him.

Each strike had the Demon writhing an moaning as his manhood was left cut and bleeding.

It would be the sort of treatment that had lesser men sniveling and crying, however it only served to turn on the man more.

These blows were ones that would have even Doc cringing and trying to get away.

He had thought he could do whatever he wanted with Doc - use his full force when time came that he wanted to - but he knew he had to be careful with the Warlock. His limits were still rather obvious.

Silt, however, was taking blows that had the human getting more and more excited at the prospect of being with him for more than just a one time thing.

"Who's little whore are you?" he demanded in a growl as he gave another blow to the man's balls.

Silt's body began to tremble softly, it was pure adrenaline and excitement, the man was working his body over roughly as when he looked down he could see blood pooling and dripping onto the bed beneath him, blood that was coming entirely from his genitals.

The Demon's eyes trailed up to the man's face as he was growled at, a smirk curling at his lips, which he licked slowly in anticipation.

"Yours, Master."

The title slid from his mouth so naturally, he was falling back into mentality that had been ingrained into him for the longest time.

He gave a gasped moan as his balls were torn into again, squirming impatiently.

Dario groaned in appreciation at the title.

"Fucking whore, you're used to this, aren't you?" Dario moved forwards, gripping Silt's chin and tilting his head upwards.

"People have fucked you like this before. Taught you to be their good little whore and always call them master." His tongue laved over the man's cheek slowly.

"You're not going to be able to remember them by the end of tonight." He'd have Silt writhing and moaning so much that he could barely recall his own name.

"Open your mouth."

Dario had hit the nail on the head, he had definitely been fucked like this before, he had fucked other people like this before.

It was something he was well versed in and he had been taught well, by the best there was.

A soft purr sounded as the Human's tongue trailed over his cheek, his neck arching as his head was pulled up, his gaze glued onto the man.

His mouth fell open as he was instructed after he had made his lips moist by licked them seductively up at the man.

He could guess what was coming next.

Silt was a good little whore. Obedient.

The human gathered a glob of spit, dangling it before spitting it into Silt's mouth. "Swallow."

His thumb stroked the man's jaw slowly.

"You're going to swallow everything I put into that mouth and you're going to thank me for it."

Silt didn't waver as Dario spit into his mouth, he knew what this was, the Human was testing his obedience, seeing if he had really submitted to him or was just doing what he thought the man wanted in order to be pleasured.

His tongue curled, gathering every drop of saliva that had been given to him and swallowing it down readily.

"Thank you, Master."

He replied, licking his lips as he stared up at the man longingly, purring softly against the finger that stroked his jaw.

Obedient.

Well behaved.

Dario didn't trust it. Not after what he had shown in the beginning. He was just.. too obedient for someone that had challenged him ten minutes ago.

"Spread your legs, whore."

He could really test that obedience of his.

Silt could behave as long as things were going his way, he could deal with the bad and eagerly wait for the good.

His aptitude for disobedience was hidden beneath the surface, a simple human couldn't break him in like he needed to be in order to truly be obedient and loyal.

The demon did as he was instructed, his legs parting wide, he hoped he was going to be fucked now, perhaps that show of obedience was enough to prompt the man into action.

It had definitely prompted him into action.

Perhaps not action that Silt would like.

Dario stripped slowly,pulling off his shirt and jeans. Commando underneath. Who needed underwear when you had to drop your jeans at a moments notice? He was a busy whore, after all.

One large hand curled around Silt's thigh, pulling him closer as his other gripped his own arousal.

He rubbed the head of his arousal over the man's dry entrance slowly, a shiver of anticipation running through him.

Silt didn't have much of an option when it came to moving around however as he was pulled closer he pressed against the man as close as he could.

He gave a soft groan as the man's arousal rubbed up against him, his body pressing down against it eagerly.

He wanted that inside of him, he wanted it badly.

The fact that the man made no move to lubricate him passed his notice, for the moment he thought the man was simply teasing him with the size of his arousal.

The human chuckled softly as Silt pressed down against his arousal.

So needy.

Who was Dario to deny the man what he wanted?

He pushed into the Demon slowly, still making no move to lubricate either himself or Silt. If the Demon was lucky, some blood would trick down and help somewhat. If not... Well, it would be highly uncomfortable for him.

Silt's eyes slammed shut as inch upon inch of Dario pushed into his completely dry body.

He could feel skin grinding against skin, the friction pulled at his body painfully, it felt a though the human's member was made of course sand paper.

The Demon let out a deep, inhuman hiss as his body tensed and jolted slightly.

His eyes were narrow as he stared ahead of himself, hoping that this was as painful for Dario as it was for him.

Yes, it was rather uncomfortable to the human, too.

But he wanted to test Silt. See if his obedience only lasted while things were going his way.

Now that he was getting pain that wasn't even the slightest bit pleasurable, would he start fighting back?

Or would he continue being the good little slave?

Unlike Silt's previous master's he hadn't even known Dario a day.

He had little respect for the man, he hadn't been broken down despite the man's efforts.

His obedience did waver, and it would continue to do so until Dario successfully asserted his dominance.

In one swift movement Silt's tail pressed back against the man's chest enough that he would maneuver his leg, once he hand done so he kicked the human firmly in the pelvis, forcing him away from the Demon's body and back against the bed.

Silt let out a low snarl as his tail whipped around behind him the movements were clearly ones of aggression.

Dario grunted softly when he was kicked back.

Not so obedient, after all. Not that he blamed him. Dario would absolutely hate that himself.

The human's lips pulled into and grin and he gave a soft laugh.

"Didn't like that too much, then?"

"Fuck you."

He growled, his tail whipping back around and hitting Dario firmly in the chest.

Silt was a painslut through and through but being forced into dry by a man so large was not something he appreciated at all.

He did have limits, they were just harder to get to when inflicting them physically.

Dario laughed louder at the Demon's hissed words.

He knew going dry was a hard limit now. Easy enough to abide by. He hadn't much enjoyed this himself. He'd just done it to push the Demon.

Next time he went it, Silt would be nice and wet. It would be pleasurable for the both of them.

"All right, pissing contest over." Dario knelt up on the bed, bringing himself closer to the Demon.

"Shall we have some proper fun now?"

Cu'Silt's eyes narrowed as Dario moved closer again, a low growl sounded in his chest.

It was a highly threatening sound, laced with the promise of pain if Dario tried the same shit on him again.

There was no doubt in Silt's mind that Dario would lose a limb, or appendage.

His tail still thrashed about angrily, smacking the man numerous times as he came forward.

Dario didn't pull back as he was lashed with the Demon's tail. Nor when he was growled at, though the growl did strike some fear in him.

The human leaned forwards, capturing Silt's mouth with a rough kiss.

"Quiet." He didn't much appreciate the growling, though it was well placed. The two were going to go back to their fun and it would be difficult to deal with when Silt was growling like that.

The man leaned down, tongue tracing slowly over the Demon's chest, curling around a nipple slowly. His teeth scraped over the man's nipple roughly.

Silt's growling cut off when he was kissed, he kissed the man back, pressing forward to deepen it as his tongue invaded the man's mouth, he had gotten a taste for the man's lips now.

The Demon's anger slowly waned as his chest was caressed by the man's tongue.

He had to admit that he adored the feeling of people's tongues and would contently lay still for hours for it.

A purr returned as teeth dragged against his nipple, his previous writhing slowly picking up again.

The quieter Silt got, the happier Dario became.

He didn't much like the growling. It wasn't something he liked; being challenged like that.

Dario bit sharply into the Demon's nipple again, tearing the skin under his dull teeth.

His tongue laved out over the wound slowly.

Silt gave a soft moan as his nipple was bitten into, pressing his chest closer to Dario's mouth.

He wanted to feel those teeth all over his body, tearing into his flesh, they were dull and ripped skin painfully, he adored them.

A shiver chased up his spine as that tongue lapped against him.

He was silently glad that he hadn't charmed this one, he liked the fact that he didn't know what Dario would do to him next.

Silt had charmed him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the Demon hard.

But he wanted to play, too. He wanted Silt hanging in a writing, needy mass just like him.

Dario's nails dragged down over Silt's chest, tearing the already torn skin further. He wanted the man bleeding for him.

A purr sounded as his nails scraped over Silt's thigh.