[C][M] Tattoo

Zakhar knocked on Belial's door firmly and waited for the man to emerge from his room.

He'd told Belial that he'd be coming over to take him to his tattooing session some time today.

The Lycan clasped his hands behind his back and spread his legs a little, correcting his posture so he was stood up straight, staring at the door as he waited.

He didn't know whether Belial woul have something for him to do or not before they made their way over to Rai's room for the session.

He silently hoped Belial did.

It wasn't Belial that answered the door, instead Lia opened it with a soft yawn, looking up at her Mate with a groggy gaze.

Clearly she had just woken up, that fact was given away by the way she was currently completely naked.

A small sleepy smile spread across her lips as she looked up at him.

"Zakhar..."

She purred, rubbing her eyes softly.

"I just had a dream about you."

Reaching up she grabbed the loop of his collar and dragged him down by it, pressing a kiss to his lips.

A surprised grin curled his lips.

"Mistress Lia." That was a pleasant surprise. He would be accompanied by Lia today.

he returned her kiss eagerly when he was pulled down, keeping his hands clasped behind his back instead of pulling her closer like he wanted to.

"You dreamed about me, Mistress?"

"Mhmm."

She replied with a small nod, a cheeky little grin curling at her lips.

"Now come and make it a reality."

The Fallen gave a gentle chuckle before dragging him toward the bed by his collar.

She fell back onto the mattress gracefully, her exposed body engulfed in blankets and pillows.

Her foot glided up the length of her leg tauntingly, mimicking the path his hands would usually take before parting them.

Her legs spread wide as she dragged him down further, placing his head between them.

He padded after her eagerly.

"The tattoo, Mistress," he murmured softly as the door closed behind him. He didn't want to keep Rai waiting too long.

But when he was dragged down between her thighs, he couldn't resist.

The Lycan leaned forwards, lips skimming over her teasingly before his tongue lapped out, flicking over her clit firmly.

Rai could wait a couple minutes.

"If you're worried about your tattoo then you best be quick, your head is not leaving between my thighs until you came me come, one way or another."

She replied with a chuckle, he was good with his hands and mouth, it would only take a few minutes if he tried hard enough and they would still make it there in time.

Lia gave a soft moan as his tongue flicked out over her, must be the canine part of Lycans that made then so good with their tongues, they had a certain dexterity that other species simply lacked.

Now there was something that tore him right down the middle. Did he want to get to their appointment on time or did he want to spend his time pleasuring his Mistress?

The decision was a hard one to make, but he did eventually make it.

Immediately his tongue moved faster against her, thrashing and flicking fiercely as he pressed one hand to a thigh and pushed two fingers of his other hand into her firmly.

He could spend his time pleasuring her at his own pace later. They had an appointment to keep. This tattoo was important to him.

His fingers and tongue worked her eagerly.

Lia arched her back as a soft moan passed her lips.

Zakhar knew how to please her and in their time together he had learned exactly what to do in order to get her hot and bothered.

An amused smile curled at her lips, he must really be eager for this tattoo.

"Such a good boy."

She cooed, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn't eager for the process of getting the tattoo.

In fact, the process left him a little nervous. It was a large tattoo. He'd be laid down for hours getting it.

He could only imagine what reaction his body would have to it.

Probably a reaction not too dissimilar to the one his body was having now. He was slowly hardening in his slacks as he tasted his Mistress. He loved the taste of her.

His fingers pushed deep into her, curling and pressing firmly against her g-spot as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue.

Lia gave another moan, her gaze looking down at him heatedly, seeing him between her legs, eager to satisfy always made her purr with delight.

"If you behave well today we can have a repeat of this when we get back."

She wanted Zakhar in her bed, more so after watching a needle being pressed into his skin over and over.

If he had a repeat of this, he'd take his time making her writhe and moan.

This was too quick for his tastes, but they really had to get to that appointment. He didn't know Rai like he did Damien. He couldn't waltz up late and still demand that she do the tattoo for him.

This was, unfortunately, going to have to come to an end soon; pun intended.

His teeth scraped over her roughly, nipping at her clit sharply before he returned to letting his tongue flick against it.

Her body squirmed beneath him, groaning as his teeth dragged against her.

After having quite a heated dream about him then being worked up like this she found herself drawing closer to her release.

Lia's body tensed against him, her grip on his hair tightening, giving it a sharp yank as he nipped her clit.

His lips curled into a half smirk when she tensed and tugged on his hair.

Zakhar knew how to rile her up. He'd been pleasuring her for a long, long time now. If he didn't know her body, he would be openly ashamed of himself.

His tongue and teeth continued to stimulate her as his fingers thrust into her firmly.

With a whined moan she came, throbbing and clenching around his fingers as her body slowly relaxed against the soft bed.

Her fingers stroked through his hair softly as she stretched out with a contented purr.

She felt much better now that she had enjoyed her release.

She gripped Zakhar's collar again, dragging him up and kissing him deeply, lapping at his tongue as she tasted herself.

"We best get going, Zak he a dear and grab some clothes for me, anything will do."

Lia didn't particularly care what he chose, she was feeling a little lazy today and she liked it when he doted on her.

Zak returned her kiss eagerly when he was pulled up.

"Yes, Mistress."

He padded to her wardrobe, lips curling upwards a little as his eyes set on the numerous toys Belial kept there.

Perhaps if he was good Belial would use those against him later.

He picked out a simple black dress that clung to her chest and stomach before flaring out at her waist, almost down to her knees. He bent to pick out a pair of flats before padding back over to his Mistress and holding the clothes out for her.

"Thank you, love."

She muttered as she sat up, pressing a kiss to his lips as she took the clothes and slid them on.

Zakhar could deal with the knowledge that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the dress.

She tussled her hair, making it look properly styled as she stood and slipped on her shoes.

"Ready."

She muttered as she took his hand.

"Lets go."

Zakhar grinned and held out his arm like a gentlemen bidding his lady to join him on a walk.

"She scratches," the Lycan murmured softly. "She'll be doing it here in the mansion."

Scratching had a bad name, but he didn't doubt her ability. He'd seen what she could do and he knew that he wouldn't get any of the troubles that humans got when they were being scratched at home.

The Lycan led his Mate down towards the Aria wing.

She gave a soft chuckle and took his arm, leaning her head up against his shoulder.

Zakhar could be very sweet when ever the mood struck him.

"Is she any good?"

Belial asked, wary of anyone's ability when it came to permanently marking her mates skin.

"Yes," he replied with a little smile.

"The best supernatural tattoo artist I've seen around."

Her ability was amazing; she had a good eye for detail. He was hoping that she would really use that with this tattoo. He wanted to come away from this very happy with his tattoo.

"I've a feeling that if you didn't like it, I wouldn't be able to keep it, anyway." She'd find a way to remove it, no matter how painful that way would be if she didn't like the tattoo.

Lia gave a small chuckle, a cheeky grin appearing on her lips.

"You know me too well."

If she hated it then she would be getting out of his skin any way she could whether that be through magic or physical means.

"I'll trust your decision then until I see the final result."

She knew that Zakhar wouldn't put his body into the hands of someone he didn't trust to do a good job.

"Blame that on being around you so long," he chuckled softly.

He'd seen many sides of Belial and he knew the way the Demon thought.

Zakhar leaned down to kiss her deeply, pulling her body against him for a few long moments before pulling away and knocking on the closest door.

Time to meet the artist.

Lia pressed against him eagerly as she was kissed, nipping his lip playfully.

"I'm becoming predicable in my old age."

She replied with a soft chuckle, leaning against the man casually as he knocked on the door.

Raisa had just finished up preparing everything, having borrowed one of the collapsable tattooing tables from work, as well and bringing her needles and inks home with her.

The dogs had been locked in the bathroom, held back by a baby gate she had brought.

Hopefully Liq would be over in a few hours when his shift ended to pick them up and take them outside for a while, poor things didn't look too happy being locked in there.

She hurried to the door and opened it when it was knocked on.

"Zakhar, it's good to see you again."

She greeting holding her hand out to him before offering it to Lia.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Raisa."

"Yes, you have," he chuckled softly.

That was the wrong thing to say. He knew it was. Now she would do whatever she could to prove just the opposite.

He hoped she didn't do too much to him while he was being tattooed.

Ideally he hoped she'd wait until his tattoo was done before proving it. He knew that probably wouldn't be the case, though.

"You, too, Raisa." He shook her hand with a smile.

"Please come in and we will get started right away."

She beckoned, opening the door wide for them to enter.

"I've finished drawing up your design already, if you don't want to make any changes we can transfer it onto your skin, see how it looks then start tattooing."

Rai led them both over to her desk where a large sheet of transfer paper was laid out, a large pair of wings sprawling out across it.

"If we center it with your spine it should spread out nicely across your shoulders."

She lifted up the design and held it against his skin, showing him how it would plan out in the large wall length mirror she had coaxed Liq into helping her install.

Each feather was beautifully draw and it was evident that countless hours had gone into designing it.

The man's lips tilted upwards in an excited smile.

Excellent, she'd done the design. All that was left now was the actual tattooing.

Zakhar studied the paper held against his skin carefully in the mirror.

"I'm happy with it. Lia?" he asked, his attention turning to his Mistress. He wanted her to be happy with it, too. She did have the final say in him keeping the tattoo.

He hoped that she did like it. Rai and Zakhar had talked long and hard about how exactly the tattoo would look. The two had done a lot of talking, sketching and other design work with each other to take this tattoo perfect.

His tongue laved over his lower lip slowly as he waited for her response.