[M] Plea For Help

The Lycan groaned softly at the mixture of the man's words and his touch.

His hips bucked eagerly against the Elf's hand as he kissed down his neck, nipping at his neck sharply until blood welled up and streaked down over his skin.

"Do you want it?" he purred, words broken up by his constant nipping at his neck and lapping at the spilt blood.

His two fingers thrust into him as gently as he could have managed with this level of lust as his hips rocked against him and his lips and teeth and tongue attacked his neck.

His hand grasped the lustful Lycan tighter, pumping him slightly harder as his own body arched up and ground against him, his hips pushing down on the intrusion inside of him.

He gasped a moan as his neck was bitten into, tilting his head back to offer his throat willingly, his body pushing up against him, seeing Aleksandr like this made him yearn for him so much it was painful, he wanted him more than anything else.

"...Yes..."

He replied without even thinking about what he had just said, all he knew was that he wanted Aleksandr, all of him. He wanted anything and everything the man would give him, he would take the good with the bad, he didn't care.

"Aleksandr, I want it..."

He whined as his legs wrapped around the man's waist and pulled him closer, grinding up against him.

Lycus could deal with the pain later, right now he was so aroused he could see past it and find any shred of pleasure.

The Lycan groaned loudly.

Oh Gods. Had he really just said that? Truthfully?

Lycus wanted him. He really wanted him. Alek couldn't be happier about that. He loved this lustful side of the Elf. He was so different.

Alek pushed a third finger into him, thrusting them and stretching him. Slowly his ministrations were getting rougher. He was getting more lustful and try as he might to keep calm his lust was taking over.

He ground his hips against the Elf's eagerly as he thrust his fingers into the Elf below him.

Seeing Aleksandr like this turned him on more than anything else, the man was primal and glimpses of his wilder slide were rising to the surface, that only intensified his yearning, he wanted the man all to himself.

Lycus gasped and gritted his teeth, three fingers really did stretch him, he could feel the knuckles in his fingers and the nails inside of him, it wasn't pleasant like his hot, damp tongue.

He didn't want those inside of him, he wanted Aleksandr, he wanted him hot, hard and throbbing.

For once he would greet the pain head on if it meant getting what he most desired, what was meant for him.

He gave a pained groan as the thrusts got more rough, Lycus pushed up and buried his head in the side of Alek's neck, nipping the soft flesh firmly as his hand stroked the Lycan firmly.

Alek nipped at the Elf's ear when he buried his face in his neck.

He was in pain. But for the first time he was accepting it. He wasn't trying to pull away. No, he was trying to pull him closer.

Even through the pain he was so far gone in his lust that he wanted more.

Who was Alek to deny the Elf something he wanted so much that he would ignore his pain for it?

Gently he pulled his fingers from the Elf, spitting in his hand and nudging the Elf's hand from his arousal. He thrust into his wet hand, groaning softly as he leaned over Lycus, watching him with smouldering silver eyes.

He grinned down at the Elf. He knew what would be coming next.

Lycus let go of the man's arousal, both his hands wrapping around the Lycan's neck and gripping his shoulder blades as he braced himself for what came next, immense pain followed by a constant ache, he dreaded it but pushed it to the back of his mind, he was getting Aleksandr, that was all that mattered.

He looked up at the Lycan, smouldering silver meeting with his intense icy gaze, his yearning for him was as evident as the arousal that currently throbbed against the stomach.

The man took steady, deep breaths as his legs hooked over the Lycan's hips, there was no turning back, he could do this, he wanted to do this.

"I want you."
He muttered as he chest rose and fell in a soft pant, anticipation welling up inside of him.

Alek leaned down to kiss the man as he slowly pushed into him.

He groaned against the Elf's lips, exerting great effort to stop himself from thrusting himself into the man to the hilt. He had to be careful.

Careful, he reminded himself insistently.

The Lycan busied himself with kissing along the Elf's neck, lapping at the blood smeared over his skin, purring softly.

He kissed the man back before his head fell back in a loud, pained moan.
This was still just as painful as he remembered, if not more so, his body clung to the Lycan, his face burying into the man's neck and biting down on it forcibly.

He had been careful not to mark the Lycan earlier to avoid punishment but right now he just needed and outlet for the pain he was experiencing and he had turned to biting Alek.

Lycus' eyes were shut tightly as his nails bit into the man's clothed back, it was going to be alright, the pain would dull.

Alek groaned softly when Lycus bit into his neck.

He allowed it. He needed an outlet to the pain. He'd allow him that; Lycus wasn't trying to beat him back and run like he would have done previously. The trade out for Lycus not running was allowing him to vent any way he wanted to.

He stayed perfectly still for a few agonisingly long minutes, trying to allow Lycus some time to adjust.

But that was much easier said that done.

The Lycan groaned softly as his hips moved a little, thrusting shallowly into the Elf.

He panted in against the man's neck, his teeth baring down before finally releasing the bloodied skin.

Lycus lay back and looked up at Aleksandr, blood staining his lips ruby red.
The Elf was in pain but lay there as the Lycan became still, trying to relax and let his body accept the intrusion.

He groaned in discomfort as the man began to move once again, he could see how hard it was for Aleksandr to restrain himself, he wanted to see the man wild, letting go and showing his primal side, he couldn't do that when Lycus was collaring him with his inexperience.

The Elf pursed his lips slightly as he clung to the man, his nails biting into his shoulder blades.

Alek bowed his head, tongue lapping out to trace the Elf's lips, collecting the blood smeared over them.

He purred lowly. There was something he loved about tasting his own blood on someone else's skin. A sadistic trait that passed beyond his sexual preferences and into his fighting.

More often than not, he'd lick the blood from his opponents weapons after he had felled them.

The Lycan gave a shuddering breath as he kissed the man below him deeply.

Despite the pain his lips curled up a little when Aleksandr licked the blood from them, he was lucky that the man he was obsessed with had the same fondness for blood that he had, the two of them could be a very dangerous mix.

He kissed the Lycan back, his hand stroking over his cheek and tangling through his hair, he wanted to see just how much Alek wanted him, his personal costs be damned, pain was a fleeting thing.

His legs tightened around the man's waist as he thrust his own body down, impaling himself on the man's arousal completely with a loud cry.

He would force the man's passion to the surface even if it meant injuring himself.

Alek groaned loudly when Lycus' body thrust against him.

Don't make me tie you down, he thought as his body shuddered violently.

He was trying to be gentle but that would fail if he kept up thrusting against him like that. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

The Lycan's fingers curled around the Elf's neglected arousal and he pumped him slowly, silver eyes boring down into icy blue fiercely.

His tongue traced Lycus' lips again before taking him in another deep kiss.

Lycus groaned and pressed his hips up, wincing as the movement made the Lycan's arousal move within him.
His member throbbed in delight, a small amount of pleasure amongst all the pain was a welcome relief.

He stared up at Aleksandr, he didn't quite know what they had, but it was intense and he wanted to see more of it, their 'relationship' was different to any other that he had been in.

Lycus kissed Aleksandr back eagerly, pressing up against him with a purr, his hands tangling in his hair, his body trembling softly from the Elf's rather insistent thrusting.

Alek wanted to slap him. To hold him still. To fuck him fast and hard.

None of those were things he could do without some retaliation from the Elf. He just had to bite the bit and trying and ignore the thrusting of his hips.

His hand moved faster against the Elf's arousal, thumb rubbing against his slit.

Perhaps if he stimulated him more, he'd be more focussed on the pleasure rather than causing a lot of trouble for him. He didn't want to hurt Lycus. His hips were making that choice difficult to follow.

The feeling of the Lycan's thumb against his slit made his head toss back in a loud moan, causing him to lay back on the stone floor.

It felt so good and he was beyond aroused, granted the pain had hindered his earlier chances as an orgasm.

Lycus looked up at Aleksandr, pleading with his icy blue eyes.
Slowly he began to become still once again, his member throbbed and if he kept increasing the pain then he would not be able to get there.

There. He wasn't trying to thrust against him any more.

That had had the desired effect. Now he could focus on being gentle. He didn't have to worry too much about losing control.

He just hoped the Elf didn't start up with the thrusting of his hips again. If he did, Alek would seriously start considering tying him down so he couldn't move. Lycus wouldn't be able to drive him wild then.

Alek continued to pump the man, thrusting into him slowly. Carefully.

He gave another moan, the sound was a mixture of pleasure and pain, his arousal was being tended to but his backside was still stretched taut around Aleksandr.

His body throbbed, constricting around the Lycan, pulsing as he was riled up further, if this kept up he wouldn't be able to hold out, he was still in pain though and the grip of his legs around the man's wait wavered, his legs trembling softly.

His arms slid beneath the Lycan's shirt, his nails racking down the man's tanned back, leaving welting marks which weeped crimson.

Alek groaned softly, biting the inside of his lip.

He could feel the tell tale heat spreading through him. It was a blissful sort of torture; knowing he was going to come soon while his partner was in pain beneath him. he had vowed to make sure he made this as comfortable for Lycus as he could.

He wanted the man to come first. But right now he doubted he'd be able to hold himself long enough to make him come before he lost all control.

The Lycan's back arched and he gave a loud groan and a shuddery breath as nails scraped down his back.

His hand gave the Elf's arousal a firm squeeze before pumping him hard and fast again. Who would buckle under the stimulation first?

Lycus gasped as his arousal was squeezed, his nails biting into the Lycan's shoulder blades harshly, small droplets of blood pooling at his fingertips.

The Elf was in blissful agony, his body had been worked up, all his senses attacked simultaneously.

He could smell the sweat and blood that made them both glisten, taste the Lycan's skin on his lips, feel his muscular back beneath his hands, hear the man's heated breath and lustful moans and to top it all off all he could see was the man above him, grinding against his body.

Each time his member throbbed, he could feel the muscles of his backside constrict in a throb of their own, it tormented him because it served as a reminder of how full his body was, he could feel Aleksandr inside of him, drawing pleasure from his pain.

His breath quickened and his eyes hazes as heat spread through him, blazing through his body like wild fire, he was going to come with the Lycan still inside of him, he hadn't experienced that before.

The Elf's head lolled back as a small whine escaped his lips, he could feel himself trembling, not from pain or fear but from the pleasure which had been intensified by the immense pain.

"Aleksa-"

His words were cut off by a loud cry as he came, his eyes widening in shock as his body throbbed hungrily against the Lycan's arousal, making him moan once again, he didn't know his body could react like that, tightening around the man, it sent waves of unfiltered pleaure through him which cut through all the pain he was experiencing.

The Lycan inhaled sharply when Lycus' nails pierced his skin.

He tried to ignore the pleasurable pain of it but that wasn't easily done. He enjoyed pain - even little pains like that.

His thrusts were shallow, hardly any force behind each. He was worried that if he did any more than that he'd come before the Elf.

His fears were confirmed when the Elf began to tremble.

Alek bowed his head, giving a soft grunt then a loud hiss as he came inside the man, thrusting deep inside of him.

He gave a low moan when the Elf's body tightened around him, ducking to kiss the man deeply. The Elf's release was crushed between their bodies as he pressed against him, smearing over muscular flesh.

Lycus shuddered as Aleksandr thrusted into him deeply and came, he could feel the released dwell inside of him, hot and damp, seeping through him.

He kissed the man back, his arms wrapping around his neck limply, though the Elf had barely moved his body was sore and tired, trembling gently in small aftershocks of his orgasm.

His eyes shut softly as his lips moved against Aleksandr's.

He lay against the ground, his legs uncurling from the man's waist to drape against the ground, he definitely needed a moment to recover before he even though about moving.

However as the pleasure of his release subsided the aching kicking in.

When the Elf's legs slipped from his waist, he shifted over, laying beside the Elf rather than against him.

He relaxed against the floor with a low purr of contentment.

Alek's arms stretched above his head and he gave a low groan as his back arched off the cold stone.

That had been intense. It had to have been the most intense thing he had felt in over a millennia. He had almost lost all control and could have caused a lot of damage to the Elf. But he hadn't. He had managed to keep enough control to not tear the Elf.

He'd be damned sore but there was no damage.

The Lycan moved again after a few minutes, shifting to rest between the Elf's legs. He guided his legs apart and bowed his head to lap at the Elf's entrance. His saliva wouldn't heal him completely but it'd provide some relief to his discomfort; especially saliva from such an aged Wolf.

Lycus gave a soft groan of discomfort as Alek moved away and pulled out of him, he couldn't help but sigh in relief as his entrance closed, the stretching sensation leaving but a substantial amount of pain remaining.

He lay against the floor panting, his eyes shut firmly as he tried to compose himself, in his lust he hadn't been thinking straight, he hadn't been thinking at all, he just got swept away in his yearning for the man.

The Elf almost tried to struggle away as Aleksandr got between his leg, he couldn't possibly want to go again already could he? There was no way he could handle another round so soon.

His fears faded though as he realised what the man was doing, laying still again, wincing as the tongue pressed up again his now red, irritated entrance.

Lycus tried not to squirm but couldn't help it as his legs tried to press back together in an attempt to shield his sore backside.

Alek's hands rested on the Elf's thighs, holding his legs firmly apart as he squirmed and tried to get away from him.

The Lycan felt he needed to do this. Provide the Elf with a little comfort after such a rough experience.

He ignored the taste of his own release on his tongue, lapping at the ring of muscles diligently.

Alek was pleased that he wasn't actively trying to get away. Any attempts to get away right now were just natural reactions; not an intense need to run away.