[M] Plea For Help

Alek stayed perfectly still as Lycus picked up the whip again, still leaning casually against the cross right next to the bound woman with his arms crossed over his clothed chest.

He trusted Lycus to exert enough self control to not catch him with the whip

His trust was well placed. There wasn't even a tear in his clothing when Lycus was through giving the two lashings.

Alek padded forwards, eyes on the man in front of him.

When they were stood toe to toe, he leaned in to lap at a spot of blood on his pale skin.

"Go get the collar on the floor," he ordered.

He had picked up two collars when he had ambushed Tony. One was still laying on the floor. That one would by Lycus' for this Session.

Tony gave a soft whimper as she listened to what they were doing.

Lycus was submitting Aleksandr. Why was he submitting to Aleksandr and not her? She didn't understand it.

And now they were paying attention to each other and not her.

No wait, Alek had just given Lycus an order to pay attention to her. That was good. She was the centre of attention again.

Her torso pressed against the cross again to try to escape the wrath of the whip, crying out loudly as it shredded through her skin another two times.

Tears welled in her eyes at the pain. She couldn't get any pleasure from this at all. But it was still the attention that she craved.

Lycus dropped the bloodied whip to the floor letting it clatter loudly after his strikes were done, if he kept hold of it he knew he would continue to strike the woman until he could see bone.

His lips pursed as Aleksandr ordered him again, the tone still left a bitter taste in his mouth, he hated it but he wanted Gia to suffer, he wanted to hear her break down and sob, beg them for mercy.

These cries weren't enough to calm his anger. He could play along for now, take all the attention away from the Vampire, steal all of Aleksandr's affections until she was abandoned on the cross.

In order to do that he had to hold the man's attention solely on him.

Lycus exhaled heavily and moved to get the collar, picking it up the piece of leather and making his way back over to Aleksandr.

Alek's lips curled upwards when Lycus held the collar out to him.

Well now, he was being very obedient. What was the occasion?

He slid the collar around Lycus' throat, tipping the Elf's head back gently so he could press a gentle, lingering kiss to his skin.

"You looked so sexy with that whip in your hand, splattered with her blood. So hard," he purred softly, dropping to his knees to lave his tongue over his length slowly. "Did you enjoy torturing her? Sadistic bastard."

His sadistic bastard.

Lycus belonged to him at the moment. He was seriously debating keeping him. He wanted him to belong entirely to him. No one would be able to overpower him if he belonged to him.

Alek pressed a kiss to Lycus' hip then bit down sharply to leave a bleeding bite mark on his skin.

Lycus didn't struggle as the collar slid around his neck, nor did he take his eyes off of Aleksandr, the Lycan was his.

He would show Giacinto their obsession, their claim on one another and she could deal with being rejected by both of them, her Mate wanted his ex-master instead of her.

"I'd gladly strike her again."
He purred, moaning softly as the hot, damp tongue lapped over his arousal.

His eyes shone, a small smile spreading across his lips, after what she had done he had definitely enjoyed putting her back in her place, punishing her for what she had done, seen and said.

"Did I?"
He questioned, his head tilting to the side slightly as he looked down at him, the Lycan was talking in past tenths, not present.

"I'm still torturing her."
He muttered, his lips curling up in sadistic pleasure. Aleksandr may not know what he is upto but his every action was deliberate and calculated.

He let out a hiss as teeth tore through his flesh, a soft groan passing his lips as scarlet blood trickled down his pale flesh.

Tentatively his hand that lay limp against his side drabbed into the bleeding wound, gathering the liquid on the tips of his fingers and lifting them to his own mouth.

His tongue lapped out over the digits, purring as he cleaned them with his mouth, sucking on them softly as he looked down at the Lycan, his cold eyes brimming with lust.

Alek gave a soft snort.

Still torturing her. Of course. Why wouldn't he be still torturing her? A handful of lashes was barely enough to satisfy the Elf's anger.

Alek's tongue laved over the Elf's fingers as they slid over his skin to press into the wound.

He watched the Elf as his hand lifted and his tongue lapped out over his bloodied fingers. They Lycan groaned softly as he watched the scene above him.

Watching Lycus lap at his own blood was so erotic.

He bit into his skin again, tearing through it to lap at his blood slowly.

His smoldering eyes looked down at the Lycan, he had hoped he would enjoy his little show, just because he was stuck as the submissive this session didn't mean he had to lay there as take what Alek gave him.

He wasn't a lifeless doll that would lay there and do nothing, he could still make the man yearn, do things to turn him on a pleasure him.

"I taste good."
He murmured, the purring in his chest growing progressively louder.
"But I like the taste of you better."

A small smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at the Lycan, his hand stroking through Aleksandr's wavy locks as he licked his own lips, wondering when he could next sample him.

Lycus groaned as his skin was torn into again, a mewling moan escaping him as his blood was lapped up slowly, having the Lycan taste him like that sent a shudder through his body, he loved it.

"You do taste good," he agreed.

Lycus was well aged. An Elf. Two points that really made him that much better tasting. Elven blood tasted better than any other species bar Fae and Faeries.

Alek pushed himself to his feet and leaned forwards to kiss the Elf deeply, hands fisting in his long hair.

"I'm going to take you so many times that you'll be feeling it for days," he growled in the Elf's ear. He was getting aroused. And he'd take his aroused state out on Lycus.

He'd fuck him roughly. And he;d fuck him over and over again until he was sated. All with Giacinto in the room listening to them and smelling their arousal.

One hand moved to grip Lycus' arousal firmly, starting a fast pace immediately.

He kissed the man back eagerly, his own hands tangling in Aleksandr's hair, holding him close.

Those growled words made him cringe and his body tense, he was still so new to being penetrated, it was a painful experience that still held minimal pleasure, he knew it would get better with time, his body would adjust and it would be extremely pleasurable but currently he still dislike it.

He knew what he was getting himself into when he submitted, he was going to be dominated and fucked any way Aleksandr wanted.

Lycus groaned as his arousal was grabbed, burying his face in the man's neck, kissing it softly but not biting down, he wouldn't risk punishment.

This would be the first time he had been taken since they gave up their feud, still, he didn't look forward to this.

Something like that would be unpleasant for a lot of people.

Not many people liked to feel pain for days after a Session.

Masochists mostly. In time Alek would have Lycus trained as a masochist. A pain slut just like Zakhar. It would take time but he was determined to do it.

The Lycan licked down Lycus' neck to take a nipple in his mouth as his hand continued to pump him.

Alek purred softly as his teeth scraped over a nipple gently.

He groaned happily as he was pumped and his nipple grazed softly, he hoped sex with Aleksandr would be different now that they made peace, he would happily avoid any unnecessary pain.

His lips pursed as he gripped the back of Aleksandr's shirt, holding onto him tightly, the Lycan wore so much clothing.

Lycus wanted to be equals now, he wanted to strip the man down, push him to the ground and grind against him needily as his teeth tore through the Lycan's skin, blood rushing over his tongue.

He nipped the man's neck softly, kissing it but being careful not to mark him at all, though it was clear that he wanted to.

Alek's lips curled upwards despite himself as Lycus' lips brushed against his neck.

He wanted to mark him. It was so obvious. But he was holding himself back. The last time he had dominated him, he wouldn't have held back like he was doing now.

Alek was pleasantly surprised. He definitely deserved a reward for being such an obedient little submissive at the moment.

"You may leave one mark," he murmured, pulling away from Lycus' chest. "Anywhere you want on my body. One mark."

His hand slipped away from the Elf's arousal and he stared at him, waiting for him to make his mark.

He hummed softly as he stepped back and looked over Aleksandr's body, should he mark him somewhere obvious or somewhere...intimate.

A small smile pulled at his lips, the Lycan could be found naked quite often, it was possible that someone would see his mark in an intimate area.

Even if they didn't at least he knew he had a claim on Alek's body.

"I've decided."

He stepped forward and got on his knees, unzipping the man's pants and pulling them down, he hoped Gia was listening to this, he wanted her to hear him undressing and marking the man.

Lycus' tongue lapped over his pelvis and he pressed a kiss to the space slightly to the side of the Lycan's member base before biting into it sharply, breaking the skin and marking it, his tongue lapping over it tenderly.

Alek watched Lycus pull his pants down silently, stepping out of them and kicking them off carelessly. He hadn't worn shoes. He only ever wore them when he was going out to Catania.

He groaned softly when Lycus bit into his skin, hand fisting in his hair.

He shifted slightly, his arousal pressing against the Elf's cheek.

"Suck it," he ordered in a low purr, silver eyes almost glowing as they gazed down at Lycus.

His lips pursed as the arousal was pressed to his face, he had no problem sucking the Lycan off, he had done it many times even when the Elf was the dominant one, but being ordered to do it changed it completely.

He was doing it because he was told to, not because he wanted to, at least that's how Aleksandr would see it, he was being obedient when in truth he had wanted to do this anyway.

Lycus locked eyes with the Lycan, he wanted this to be intense for him, and eye contact made everything more intimate.

He licked his bloodstained lips and parted them, his tongue lapping out over his head, swirling over it before he took him into his mouth, giving him a long hard suck, his teeth grazing Alek's shaft.

The Lycan moaned softly as Lycus's eyes met his and he felt the slick heat of his tongue against his head.

He loved watching people watch him as they did intimate things like this.

His fingers thread through the Elf's hair, stroking it back away from his face as he sucked him.

Alek's tongue lapped out over his lower lip as his hips pushed forwards a little, forcing Lycus to take him deeper.

His head pulled back slightly as Aleksandr pushed forward, he didn't want to end up choking.

Once he was comfortable he pushed forward, taking in more of him then bobbing his head, his teeth scraping against him and when he pulled back he lapped and rubbed his tongue against his sensitive slit.

He leaned in against the hand stroking through his hair, his eyes fluttered slightly as the Lycan's arousal hit the back of his throat but other than that his eyes stayed locked on Alek's, gazing up at his lustfully.

His hands stroked over the man's thighs softly, moving higher to caress his balls.

Alek's eyes slid shut, fingers still weaving through the Elf's hair.

He gave his long light brown hair a gentle tug.

He loved the feeling of the Elf's teeth and tongue against his arousal but he wanted more than just this to happen tonight.

"Stand up," he ordered, taking a step back. "Pick up the whip and torture her more."

Alek stepped aside, watching the man silently.

He licked his lips seductively and got to his feet, he had wanted to finish the man but it seemed he had other plans, plus he couldn't pass up and opportunity to injure Giacinto more.

His eyes trailed over the mark on the Lycan's pelvis, he adored that mark.
Lycus was going to take this chance to really inflict some damage.

Leaning over he picked up the blood soaked whip and flicked it around his body before snapping it forward, slashing it across her back even more forcibly, brutally slicing open her back, tearing flesh from flesh, his getting decorated by more blood splatters as the whip recoiled back to him.

Alek moved forwards as Giacinto screamed out and cried.

He dropped to his knees behind Lycus, hands moving to grip the Elf's hips firmly as he pressed a kiss to the small of his back.

"I want to hear more of her screams."

Alek leaned forwards, tongue laving over the Elf's entrance.

One hand stroked down over the man's thigh gently.

That sadistic smirk reappeared on his lips as the Vampire screamed, it was a beautiful noise, he would tear more screams from her, many more, he would have her sobbing.

Lycus gasped softly as the Lycan's tongue lapped over his entrance, that was unexpected and he was still hyper-sensitive to such touches.

"I will give her screams to you."

Aleksandr wanted them, he would supply them, he would make her scream.

He reared his arm back, swinging the whip wide so that he wouldn't risk hitting Aleksandr from his place behind him.

The whip didn't hit her back, instead he aimed for her backside, ripping open the skin, leaving a huge gaping wound in the tanned skin.

The force of the whip was enough for it to coil around the cross and lash agaist the back of her thighs. He yanked the whip back, causing the razor like blade to carve lacerations all over her legs and fleck blood over the Elf's face, causing his member to throb as a shudder ran through him, a purr sounded in his chest, he truly loved hurting others.

Alek gave a soft little purr when Lycus gasped. He was so sensitive. Alek loved it. He loved being able to draw such strong reactions from him so easily.

The Lycan shivered softly as the woman screamed and cried loudly.

Alek was truly sadistic. He loved hearing screams and cries from others. he loved seeing wounds and inflicting wounds himself.

In time he would leave his own marks on her.

The Lycan's hand trailed upwards, stroking over the Elf's arousal gently.

Lycus gave a low moan as his arousal was stroked, he was incredibly turned on, rock hard and throbbing, inflicting so much pain had him all riled up.

He looked back at Aleksandr, his face flecked with blood and his eyes practically glowing with lust as his hips pushed forward into the man's grasp.

This time he would truly make Alek happy, he would pull a huge cry of pain from her in order to call out to the Lycan's sadistic side.

He swung the whip above his head, building up momentum before thrashing it towards her, his body flexing and tensing, a loud grunt was pulled from him, the effort put into this strike was that high.

The chain landed right across the back of both her knees, hitting the sensitive flesh and tearing it open, splattering blood across the stone floor.

The Elf panted softly looking over at the woman, he swore that he could see bone inside of the large gashes.

The high pitched scream that echoed through the room was like musing to him.

The Lycan's hand wrapped around the Elf's arousal, pumping him firmly as he watched the blood weep from the wounds, staining her tanned skin.

They were entering dangerous territory here with the amount of injuries Giacinto had. Before this he could have healed her easily and she'd be fine the next day.

Now it would take a week of continuous healing Sessions to get her to heal properly.

He'd have to put aside some time to heal her. He was pissed off at her but he didn't want to give her any permanent damage.

Her scream gave him goosebumps and the hand around his member made him moan loudly, gripping onto the Lycan's shoulder to keep him up right, his levels of arousal were crippling.

The whip clattered to the floor as he panted, rocking his hips against Aleksandr's, he wanted to be sated, he ached and pined for it, he only hoped that the Lycan would be merciful.

His tongue ran over his bottom lip, lapping up the blood that has splattered there.