[M] Plea For Help

Alek smirked as he looked down at the woman's face.

Her eyes were still hidden behind the blindfold and her cheeks were tracked with tear stains. He stroked one cheek gently and she nuzzled against his fingers affectionately.

"Remove her belt."

His eyes turned down to Lycus.

"Pleasure her. Tease her but don't allow her to come."

Lycus was to follow all of his orders no matter how much he didn't want to. This would be a real test of his obedience and will to stay safe.

A sadistic little smirk curled at his lips when he saw that she had been crying, a loud purring sounding in his chest, he was truly glad that she was suffering.

That smirk completely disappeared as Aleksandr spoke, his mouth gaping open as he looked up at the Lycan, his eyes narrowing in a hateful glare.

This is what he hated, not having any control over his own body, Alek decided what he did, it made him detest the man, coaxing him in with promises of safety only to hand him onto others for their pleasure like a whore, how long would it be until he was bent over in some other person's bed?

His nails bit into his palms roughly and he seriously considered just standing up and walking away from all this madness, going back home where he was safe regardless of whether or not Alek was around.

He looked up at the Lycan with eyes that could only say one thing 'I hate you' as he he knelt up, unbuckling the belt and yanking it off of her roughly, not caring about the rod inside of her.

He tossed the belt aside as his gaze turned away from the man and instead on the floor, glaring at it as if he wished to break it with nothing but his stare.

His hands reached up and slipped between the woman's legs, stroking her damp flesh softly, his finger circling the round nub with demanded attention.

Alek crouched, ignoring the woman's pleased moans and the rocking of her body now she was being given attention.

He stroked Lycus' face, guiding it so he was looking up at him.

The Lycan leaned forwards to kiss the Elf gently.

His hand moved to stroke Giacinto, fingers pushing up into her.

He withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers against Lycus' cheek, smearing the damp substance over his skin. "I want this covering your face. Pleasure her to the best of your ability but do not let her come."

The Lycna's silver eyes flashed in dark amusement.

This was Hell for the Elf and he knew that.

He didn't look at the Lycan as his face was guided up, nor did he kiss him back, he didn't deserve his affection and looking at him would only make the hatred in his eyes sharpen like knives, if he had known this would be the result of him submitting he would've told Aleksandr where to shove it and walked out.

At this moment he didn't know who he resented more, Giacinto for filming them and trying to dominate him through trickery or Aleksandr for forcing him to pleasure the woman.

As his cheek became damp he knew exactly who he resented more, his head leaned up and he pressed his mouth up against her damp, heated skin, his teeth encasing the nub he had just been stroking and biting on it sharply, he hoped that was painful.

Alek gave a low, amused chuckle as he heard the sharp hiss come from the woman.

He stroked through Lycus' hair gently as he 'pleasured' the woman with his teeth.

"Make her beg and cry for you," he purred in the Elf's ear, hands running down over his shoulders. "She's your little toy to tease and torture."

His hands ran down the Elf's sides and skimmed over his hips, smoothing over his hips and inner thighs slowly.

He kissed along Lycus' back and shoulder slowly as his fingers grazed over the Elf's member.

Perhaps under different circumstances he would've enjoyed sexually torturing the woman, however he couldn't think of anything he would hate doing more in this moment.

Lycus didn't respond the man's touches, if he wasn't so mad he would be leaning into them, perhaps Alek would even get a contented whine or purr from him, but at the moment he got nothing, even the hand that grazed over his member wasn't met by the hardened flesh it desire, the Elf was soft, his earlier arousal disappearing through his disdain.

Oh he was going to make the woman cry out, how much would a Succubi hate teetering on the edge of orgasm only to be denied, he would soon find out.

His tongue lapped out over the abused nub, soothingly stroking it as his tongue traveled down and lapped at her before pushing into her and swirling around.

Giacinto had been listening to the two of them fuck and argue, whimpering loud, trying to pull away from the cross she was chained to. Being forced to listen to them was cruel and she could feel herself become more aroused the more she listened to them.

She wanted them to pull her down from here and fuck her; both of them at the same time, hard and fast.

When Alek appeared at her side again, she whimpered and nuzzled against him, silently pleading for pleasure. She had the attention she wanted now, all she needed to make this perfect was a strong orgasm.

Her hips rocked eagerly against the Elf's lips, teeth and tongue, her red lips parted with soft gasps ad moans.

His hands stroked up her thighs, moving up to rub against her sensitive bundle of nerves as his tongue delved into her, thrashing around deep inside of her.

At the very least he could deny her an orgasm, though with his temper and current resentment of Aleksandr he might just push her over to edge in spite, he knew the Lycan was just as mad at her as he was, perhaps the thought of her getting her release after what she did would really piss him off.

A small smirk pulled at his lips, he had an opportunity to greatly piss off one or the other, now he just had to decide which.

She bit her lip, groaning softly as his fingers pressed against her.

Her hips pressed down against the ministrations eagerly.

She moved frantically, desperate for whatever pleasure she would be given by the Elf. She gave little whimpers, soft pleads sounding soon after.

Giacinto almost chanted a mantra of 'please' as his tongue pushed inside of her.

She wanted more. So much more.

It was amusing to see the woman so desperate for sensation, like she had been starved for an excessive amount of time.

His mouth pulled away for a moment, one of his fingers pushing into her until it was damp then he pushed the same finger against her entrance, roughly thrusting it into her.

His free hand moved back to womanhood, two fingers pushing into her deeply, pressing up against her g-spot roughly as his mouth moved back to stimulate her nub, damp lips sucking and licking at it quickly.

In Giacinto's mind she had been starved for too long. She had been collared and put in chastity then forced to listen to Lycus and Alek bring each other to release.

That was a cruel pain to a Succubus.

Her back arched and her backside pressed against the finger thrusting into her roughly. The woman gave a low hiss as her hips began to rock at a fast pace.

The woman's lips fell open in a loud, uncontrolled moan as more fingers pushed into her and Lycus returned to working her clit.

Her head tilted back and she whined softly.

His mouth and fingers continued to work her up, the thrusting becoming more insistent and demanding, forcing her closer to the edge, he wanted her so close that she was moaning in anticipation just so he could yank all hope away from her in once swift movement.

His tongue lapped at her, flicking against her clit as another finger was added into her backside and her womanhood, three in one, two in another, enough to make her fill full, hopefully enough to satisfy the horny Vampire.

He wanted to add more to her torment, truly torture her, as such he nipped his lip until blood spilled from the small wound.

He pressed his lips to her thigh, smearing it against her, he would be able to smell it so clearly, the scent of fresh Elven blood mixed with her own arousal.

She hissed and whined, hips still rocking desperately against the Elf's fingers and tongue.

Giacinto could feel her body reacting to the stimulation, the heat pooling in the pit of her stomach, her muscles tensing slightly around the intrusion

Her lips parted in another moan when two more fingers pushed into her. With a quiet click, her fangs protruded from her gums. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut behind the thick blindfold.

She gave a soft, shaky breath when she smelt blood. That was what pushed her to the edge. The scent of blood so closely mixed with her arousal was enough to made her writhe in her bindings, pleading that little more that would make her come.

He could feel her drawing close, but not close enough, his finger drove into her roughly for a few more thrusts, his tongue trashing against her clit, coating it in his blood.

When he could feel her body tightening in anticipation of it's release he swiftly pulled away, leaving her empty and completely without stimulation.

The Elf grimaced slightly, he had done exactly what Aleksandr wanted, Giacinto was worked up to the edge and his face was smeared with the evidence of her arousal.

He sat back on his heels and just stared down at the ground, giving a small sarcastic smile.

All he could think was, oh how the self proclaimed mighty has fallen.

Giacinto cried out in frustration when his fingers pulled out of her.

She gave a soft sob, pressing her backside out a little, swaying her hips in hopes that that enticed him to touch her again.

She didn't want to be left completely unsatisfied like this.

It was absolute torture.

When Giacinto's hips pressed backwards, giving them a perfect view of her wet, aroused state, Alek raised a hand.

He gave her womanhood a sharp slap. She cried out in response and straightened up, hiding the view from them once more.

"You did well," he purred softly in Lycus' ear, kissing along his neck.

The Lycan moved to kneel next to Giacinto's leg so he was facing the Elf. He leaned forwards, tongue lapping out to taste his damp skin. A low purr erupted in his chest.

His hand moved to stroke the Elf's thigh once more, skimming up to brush his fingers over his member again.

Lycus spat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to get the taste of her off of his lips.

He hadn't wanted to touch this woman even when she propositioned him so he disliked doing so even more now and the taste of her and the smell of her all over his face after what she had done left him feeling nauseous.

He grimaced once more as Aleksandr moved and lapped out over his skin, he still resented the man for making him do that and his distaste was clear from the look on his face.

The Elf wanted to pulled away from the hand stroking over his member and thigh but there was no point, it would only earn him a slap or some other punishment, as such he sat still, his eyes cast to the floor, refusing to look at Aleksandr.

"You're acting much less like you're made of glass now."

Alek was pleased with that. Finally he didn't have to be careful with what he did or said. Lycus was living up to his promise and doing what he said he would.

The Lycan kissed the Elf gently, tongue lapping over his lips before pulling back.

He coaxed Lycus to lay on his back as he moved over him, lapping at his member gently before taking it in his mouth.

Compliance got rewards.

"I did what you told me to do."
He replied bitterly, Aleksandr had given him an order and he had been obedient, doing exactly what he was told as per their agreement as well, he was to stop acting so fragile in order to avoid rough treatment.

Once again he refused to kiss the man back, the Elf was fuming, if this was the first day belonging to the Lycan and he had been made pleasure someone he currently resented what would he be made to do in the future?

He hoped this was just a test, the Lycan was seeing how far he could push him, there was no way he could be expected to do something like this every session.

Lycus lay back as he was prompted, he groaned softly as the hot damp tongue lapped over him, his flesh hardening under his touch.

He was pleased with that.

Lycus as finally submitted completely to him and done what he had ordered without complaint, even though he knew it would make him very uncomfortable.

He was proud.

The Elf had finally given himself over to him completely.

The Lycan wanted to chuckle when the Elf's flesh hardened under him. Even pissed off at him as he was, he could still make him hard with such a gentle touch.

Alek's fingers stroked over his skin gently as he took him into his mouth.

Lycus wished he could deny the man completely, but there were some things that were beyond his control, no matter how angry he was at Aleksandr he still was at the mercy of his touch, he could never resist him when trying to pleasure him.

He exhaled a heavy breath as he tried to calm down, he didn't know when he would be able to forgive the man for this but he doubted he would be able to stay mad at him for long.

As much as he could deny it and try to run away, he wanted Alek, more than he cared to admit. Even now completely at his mercy he yearned to be close to the man, and that yearning cut through his anger like a hot knife.

Alek purred lowly as his hands trailed further up the man's body.

He began bobbing his head slowly as his fingers brushed over the Elf's nipples. as his head pulled back, his tongue flicked over his slit and he pinched both nipples sharply.

The Lycan returned to a slow pace of bobbing his head as his fingers circled the man's nipples, skimming over them gently.

Could he get Lycus to writhe under him, whimpering in need?

Time would only tell.

Despite himself, Lycus pushed his hips up needily, his body moving with Aleksandr instead of against him.

At the end of the day he could be as mad as he wanted with the Lycan but that wouldn't change anything, he was still in a position where it was in his best interest to forsake his pride so that he would be safe from those who would try to harm and dominate him.

Why shouldn't he try to make the best of a bad situation?

A sharp hiss passed his lips as his nipples were pinched followed by a moan as Alek began to bob his head.

He liked that hiss.

He wanted to hear more of them.

The Lycan's teeth scraped over Lycus' shaft gently as he pinched at his nipples again, twisting them brutally before letting go of them and stroking over his stomach and chest.

He wanted to hear all the desperate little cries and hisses coming from the Elf.

He wanted to hear him completely vulnerable beneath him.

The Elf's eyes shut tightly as he gave a pained groan as his nipples were abused, Lycus wasn't a masochist but not even he could deny that having his chest touched like that held a certain appealing quality, it hurt but his nipples were sensitive, any stimulation had them hardening under the Lycan's touch.

His torso pressed up against Aleksandr's hands, after a rough touch a gentle one felt more pleasurable, that contrast changed the sensations.

A barely audible whine passed his lips as his eyes reopened, looking down at the man in confusion, his eyes still held anger but lust was quickly seeping in.