[M] Experimenting

Lia knelt down in front of him, trailing her tongue slowly over the marks on his thighs, purring softly at the taste of the hot, irritated skin.

Her tongue trailed up his legs, moving to his inner thigh, she nipped at the flesh, trapping it between her teeth as she sucked on it until his skin was marked.

The carrot and stick method, it was tried and tested, highly effective in most cases.
She would show him what he could earn if he behaved himself and what happened when he stepped out of line.

He had tried to dominate her and he had earned himself a whipping, now that he was calm and not fighting against her, she could show him some pleasure.

While the aphrodisiac was still in his system their was no chance of his body resisting her, he would be aroused until he was completely sated regardless of how much he disliked the things that were happening to him.

With that in mind she leaned in, trailing her tongue over the length of his member slowly.

His gaze lowered when the woman knelt in front of him.

He didn't trust her between his legs. He didn't trust her at all. But the feeling of her slick tongue against his stinging flesh felt good.

The wet heat bought a relief to the sharp sting of the marks.

Coilean tensed a little when she nipped at the skin if his inner thigh. Marking him. A very primal act of claiming him as her own. He didn't like that. Not one bit. He didn't want to be claimed.

A slow growl started rumbling in his chest. The low growl cut short, though, when her tongue trailed over his arousal. His hips jerked involuntarily and he gave a breathy gasp.

The Demon smirked against his arousal, that had gotten his attention and put a hold on his hostilities for the moment.

Her hands stroked up his thighs and gripped onto his hip to stop him from moving around too much as she worked.

Slowly she took the Lycan into her mouth, sucking on him firmly, her tongue working against his head, lapping over him and pressing up against his slit as she pushed him back against the cross.

He whined softly, writhing a little when she pushed him back against the cross.

This... He was disgusted with the fact that he felt like this. He was enjoying the sensation of being sexually dominated like this.

He hated it. He really did.

A soft whine sounded in his chest as his hips began to writhe a little more. He'd rather be whipped and punished than have to sit through her sexually dominating him. He could tolerate being whipped and beaten. He couldnt tolerate this.

Her fingers caressed his hips as she held him in place, his body and mind were fighting against each other and she was perfectly fine with that because at the moment she had complete control of his body regardless of what his mind did.

The Demon began to move her head, bobbing it as she sucked him, her teeth dragging across his shaft softly as her tongue continued to lave and lap at his overly-sensitive skin.

She was enjoying this, he was so adamant about dominating over her and yet she had forced him into submission despite his valiant efforts of exorcising her.

His body shook in repressed fear.

How could he be so useless? He was one of the oldest beings on Earth and yet he was powerless against this little woman.

He hated it. Hated how useless everything he did was at the moment. It was frustrating and scary.

She said she would use his body how she wanted right now. What did she want to do to him? Would she torture him or fuck him? Or would she do some twisted act that included both?

The unknown scared him.

What was going to happen?

Lia pulled her mouth away from him, running her tongue over her lips as she looked up at him, she could sense his fear, not that he was doing a very good job at hiding it.

Her hand stroked up his body, caressing the muscles of his stomach, her hand smoothing over his broad chest.

"Suck."
She instructed as she brought two of her fingers to his mouth, she couldn't help but wonder what he would do, refuse, try to bite them off, obey?

He wasn't going to enjoy what was coming but his actions dictated just how much he was going to be in.

He hesitated, staring at her silently for a moment.

If he sucked her fingers, he had a sinking feeling he knew where they were going to go. His lower body tensed, cheeks squeezing together.

He didn't want it.

He wanted to stay a virgin. He was happy as he was. Happy without someone's fingers stuck up his ass.

But what would happen if he denied her? Would she- he go in dry? That would cause a whole lot of unnecessary pain.

His lips parted slowly, tongue darting out to lave over her fingers.

Her gaze softened slightly as he complied, leaning over to press a kiss to his chest as his tongue stroked against her fingers.

"Smart boy."

She cooed softly, her free hand stroking over his body slowly, her finger tracing down his stomach as she gave his member a few, slow strokes.

Once her fingers were properly lubricated she stroked his backside, her fingers slipping between his cheeks though he had tensed up.

"Relax, or this is going to hurt."

She muttered as her hand stroked his cheeks again, waiting for him to unclench.

Smart boy. Like some kind of pet that had done something worth praise.

It disgusted him. He was a person; a perfectly sentient creature, not some dumb animal she had found on the streets and decided to take home with her. He didn't like being degraded like that.

He inhaled sharply when her fingers descended and slid between his legs.

No. No. Nonononono. He didn't want this. He couldn't...

But what would she do? Force him. That was a much worse fate.

Slowly and reluctantly he began to relax a little. He hated this. This control she had over him. The fear she used to control him. It scared him.

Her eyes glowed happily as he complied again, like a proud parent.

He caught on quickly, if he did as he was told things turned out better for him, he may even get some enjoyment out of the treatment, in time.

Her fingers pressed up against his entrance, he had let her do this to him earlier but this time he knew she was real.

Lia's fingers pushed into him slowly, she wanted to claim him, as such she was going to be careful not to cause any damage to him, tearing him open would be counter productive.

A soft whine sounded when she pushed her fingers into him slowly, his body automatically tensing up around the new intrusion.

He had barely coped with doing it to himself.

How could he be comfortable with someone else doing it to him?

But the tensing really wasn't helping his cause. She would just carry on, no matter how much pain it caused him. He just needed to...learn to accept it. To ignore what was happening. Go somewhere he could forget about it all.

His body began to relax as his mind found itself more and more distanced from the situation at hand.

Lia purred as his body relaxed after tensing, it was obvious that he knew there was no escaping this, he couldn't make her stop nor would he be able to escape, anything he said or did would simply make it worse for him.

Her fingers began to thrust, moving into him deeper slowly, she was preparing him.

The Demon's lips trailed over his chest, kissing and nipping at him softly as her fingers moved inside of him, separating slightly as she worked to stretch him.

His body didn't tense or struggle against her fingers as they began to thrust inside of him.

He felt...light headed. Detached from what was happening to and around him. He felt...like he was floating. That nothing was happening. He was completely safe here.

It was a pleasant feeling after the immense fear he had felt previously.

All he could feel was the pleasure that Belial was bringing to him. He didn't have to utter disgust and hatred towards her that he usually did. Everything was...peaceful.

His hips began rocking against her fingers slightly; a natural reaction to the feeling of pleasure.

Lia looked up at him, Demon's could taste fear, it lingered in the air like smoke but there was none of that now, it was vanished so quickly.

Her head tilted slightly as she watched him, he was hazed, his body was present but his mind had wondered off.

A small smile graced her lips.

Hide away little wolf, escape reality for a while.

She cooed the words mentally as she watched him, she wouldn't force him back, at least like this he could experience the pleasure of submission.

Her fingers continued to move inside of him, scissoring and thrusting a little more firmly as she prepared him.

Leaning up she placed a kiss on his lips, her other hand moving to his arousal and stroking him in time with her fingers.

This emotional detachment from what was happening was far more pleasurable than what had been happening up until now. He preferred it.

As her fingers began to thrust more firmly, his hips rocked with a little more confidence.

This felt good. If this was what it felt like to be dominated every time, it didnt seem so bad. Without his pride telling him he wasn't allowed to be dominated by anyone, he was enjoying this.

But how long would it be before his pride returned?

His lips moved against hers slowly. He still wasn't completely sure about accepting her dominance, but he was enjoying it so far.

Seeing his body react like this was a pleasant change, she could work with him like this, show him the pleasures that he had been missing out on by denying himself to chance to let someone else have control over him.

She continued to kiss him, her body pressing up against his as her hands continued to work, fingers moving further apart to make sure he was completely ready for what was to come.

Lia pulled her fingers out of him for a moment as she shifted to her male form.

Belial's fingers were larger than Lia's and he didn't want to change forms while they were inside of the wolf.

Slowly he pushed them back in, one at a time, getting Coilean adjusted to the slightly larger intrusion.

Pulling away from the man's lips Belial leaned down and unstrapped the man's ankles, allowing him to wrap his legs around the Demon's waist as his free hand moved to grip the Lycan's thigh.

Coilean barely realised when Lia shifted.

He was too deep in wherever he was. He felt the slightly larger intrusion, hips pulling away from it slightly at first.

Belial's fingers were slightly less comfortable than Lia's. It took a few moments to get used to the intrusion inside him before his body began to relax and accept the intrusion again.

When his ankles were free, his first instinct was to press his legs together, deny access to his body. But, even as hazy as he was, he knew Belial wouldn't accept that. He'd punish him for it.

His legs wrapped around Belial's hips with the little prompt of the Demon's hand on his thigh.

The Demon's smile widened slightly as Coilean's body accepted his fingers and wrapped his legs around his waist.

With each passing moment they moved further in the direction that Belial wanted, the Lycan was becoming more obedient, even if it only lasted until he was coaxed out of his haze.

He continued to stretch the man for a few more minutes, slowly separating his fingers until the Wolf was ready.

Reaching over to the table next to the cross he grabbed the lubricant and coated himself, the Lycan had at least earned that much from his vastly improved behavior.

"Try not to tense."

He murmured softly in against the man's neck as he kissed it.
His fingers slipped out of the man as his hands moved to grip his hips, adjusting him slightly as he moved, pressing himself against the man's entrance before slowly pushing himself in.

With each thrust, Coilean was getting more and more comfortable with being fingered; being touched like this.

The minute pain of being stretched soon washed away to the addictive pleasure that came with the thrusting of his fingers.

But when the fingers were removed and a considerably larger part of the Demon's body was pushed into him, he writhed a little. Hips moving away from Belial's arousal, writhing, pressing back against the cross.

This was uncomfortable. Painful again.

This wasn't the pleasure he had been looking for with the previous thrusts of his hips. He wanted to feel the pleasure that Lia had given him when she fingered him in his apartment; that strange, intense feeling he hadn't felt before.

Belial let the man move, this was something new, his body had to adjust to the rather large intrusion.

Slowly he inched his way in completely, becoming still after he had done so, his hand moving to grip the Lycan's arousal and stroke him firmly, his thumb grinding against his slit.

"The pain will fade soon."

He muttered reassuringly, Belial may be a Demon but he was willing to but the earlier anger and violence aside for now.
Coilean was a virgin, he needed to take care with him and coach him through his first time.

After a few moments of being still he started to move his hips, very slowly.

The pain was very much real unlike the pain he had had from the same experience in his dreams.

This was real and it was painful and he wanted this to end.

How did people cope this this? He hadn't felt anything like this. He had felt more painful things, yes. But that pain was different. It was like comparing being stabbed to being beaten with a stick. Two very different pains but both very much real pain.

He groaned when Belial's hips began thrusting into him, head turning to the side, cheek pressing against the cool wood of the cross.

The pain was fading but it was still very much uncomfortable.

There was nothing the Demon could do to make this as comfortable and pleasurable as it would've been for someone with more experience, Coilean would just have to make it through the first time, though Belial was determined to end this with the Lycan being satisfied as well as himself.

He gave a soft moan as he began thrusting a little faster, his body grinding up against the bound Lycan.

Belial's hand pumped Coilean a little faster, stroking him firmly to try and draw attention away from the pain and toward the pleasure.

He writhed a little more when Belial began thrusting faster. It hurt.

He had understood why people enjoyed this when it was pleasurable, but not right now. Now it hurt. He wanted to get away from it.

How did Aodh do it? How did anyone do it? Aodh, Ciro, Alek, Zakhar. Every male he knew that played submissive in bed. How did they do it?

Unconsciously his hips began to thrusting against Belial's hand, trying to focus on that rather than the dull pain a few inches away. Pleasure, pleasure. That was what he wanted. He wanted to feel the pleasure of the experience, not the pain.

Another soft whine sounded from Coilean's lips.

For the Demon he was moving slowly, much slower and infinitely more gentle than he had ever been with Zakhar, it was evident that he would have to be gentle with Coilean for quite some time before his body would be able to handle any rough treatment.

Leaning in he feathered the man's neck with soft kisses, anything to override the pain.

After all he wanted the man to want to experience this again, not be so traumatized that he would never want to submit and have that resistant mindset forever, after all Belial had to break him out of a habit he had, had for almost two thousand years.