Insanity

A month.

That was how long as it had been since they had a day to themselves without the other one having to go into the office, being called in, or something horrific happen to where they had to be torn out of their little home on the edge of Hell and the Mortal plane. Such as a party or invitation that they 'couldn't refuse under any circumstance', which meant that Lucifer was going to be bored and needed someone to go and be bored with him. However, Vlad was getting impatient with the long days and nights where he was lucky to make it to the bed before he passed out. He was staying home, and he was going to make Azazel stay home with him, not that he expected much resistance on that end. The other Fallen working just as hard, or harder, than he was.

Fluffing his wings, Vladamir never thought that a shower could feel that relaxing. He wrapped his robes around him loosely, figuring that it was his own damn house and he was able to do as he pleased. Sort of. Azazel didn't like it if he walked around in just his boxers, something about being distracting and the possibility of company. Honestly, if they dropped by, he wasn't going to sacrifice his own comfort for the sake of anyone who bothered to come a calling. However, he knew that it would upset Azazel and he had been on the opposite end of enough glares, threats, and horrible promises that he just learned to listen like a good husband should.

Speaking of husbands, Vlad grinned to himself, looking forward to watching Azazel calmly paint in the little studio that they had set up for him so that he could paint in peace. However, he could see that the canvas was still blank, which worried him a little. It was almost as if the brush, the paint most likely needing to be reapplied, was too scared to touch the surface, to mar its clear vision with that of the artist. That never bode well for him, as it meant that Azazel was so stressed out that he couldn't even relax himself enough to paint.

“Azazel,” Vlad said softly, slowly stepping into the room. “I think you should take a little break, you've been in that same position since I went in the shower.”

Azazel turned his head in a sharp motion silver eyes void of any emotion but rage, one that Vlad wasn't able to place. He hadn't done anything in his knowledge to piss off the other Fallen that much in the short amount of time that they had been around each other. Vlad instinctively stepped back when Azazel stood up, facing him and dropping the palate and brushes to the floor, wings unfurled halfway, as if trying to block off any path or hope that Vlad had of escaping.

“You,” Azazel hissed, moving quickly and pinning Vlad against the wall. “You dare to interrupt me and my work. Dare to demand that I rest for your own enjoyment. To what? Increase your hold on me demon! I will show you that I am demanded to do nothing by no one that exists now or has ever existed.”

“I didn't mean,” Vlad begun, only having a hand clamp down on his throat to effectively shut him up.

“You will not try to address me,” Azazel said lowly, his glare getting more intense. “You will learn your lesson, Fallen.”

Vlad couldn't move, he didn't know what to expect when Azazel got like this. It was like he was thrown back into the days that he was in Heaven, and when he resisted anything he could because he needed some sort of worth, some sort of feeling that he wasn't just the sex toy of a maniac that most of Heaven valued as a highborn hero. This happened from time to time, although he was never sure exactly how everything would play out. One day, he did fear that he would become a resident of oblivion because of these little 'episodes', but he always held onto the hope that they would just stop one day, and they both would be fully free.

“Get on your knees Fallen,” Azazel growled, releasing Vlad who crumpled to the floor, holding his throat where an angry red mark was beginning to appear. “Allow yourself to be commanded by your betters.”

Vlad knew better than to do anything else but kneel there, and wonder what was going through Azazel's mind. He stayed on his spot on the floor as he watched Azazel leave, and then come back not even a minute later, the familiar jingle of metal on metal ringing in his ears. He suppressed a shudder, but whether it was from excitement or fear he wasn't really sure nor did he really have a chance to think it over as he was hauled to his feet roughly, staring into the far away silver eyes.

“You will be punished for your crimes,” Azazel said, taking a fist full of hair and partially dragging Vlad to their shared bedroom, shoving him roughly on the bed. “You will bleed, you will cry, you will beg for mercy like the souls that you have dragged down with you have.”

Aquamarine eyes looked upon the whip that was in Azazel's hands, Vlad scared to what was going to become of him. He had been on the receiving end of Azazel's wrath many times, but mostly due to his own stupid comments or actions. But this was new and dangerous, he wasn't sure that he liked the change very much either. He sounded too much like Michael, and he wasn't sure how to deal with this. The other times this had happened, he would snap out of it, but this time, he wasn't so sure that he would be saved too much harm.

Azazel tested the feel of it in his hands, it felt a little off, not right, but it was to be expected. This one wasn't made for him, but it would do for his purpose. He delighted in the way Vlad's eyes got wide at the sound, yes, punish the one that hurt innocents, punish the one that took his own innocence away. Send those who belonged in hell back after punishing them. That's what angels like him did, they protected the innocents, even when innocence was no longer a part of them.

He tilted his head to the side, considering exactly what he wanted to do. He could hear the whisperings in his head, as if trying to manipulate him, telling him to just kill this flea and go back to Heaven, but that scared him for some reason. Like Heaven would reject him outright if he tried to go back, this job left undone or not. His eyes narrowed at the thought, not sure which path to follow, but knew that malice was slowly draining out of him. However, he had enough left to be able to play with the Fallen before him before he tried to figure out where exactly he belonged, as Heaven seemed so wrong and out of the picture.

Vlad noticed the change, but still refused to say anything on his behalf, as this was the crucial moment where his mental stability could go either way, and he had provoked it to go the way of insanity before, and he didn't want to provoke anything now, as he feared he might not survive the outcome of it. He shuddered involuntarily at the sinister grin, knowing full well that it was intended for him to see. Truth be told, he was scared now, although somewhat curious on to what was in store for him now. He just hoped that he wouldn't be hurt too bad, it would be embarrassing to have to get medical attention for not doing something stupid this time.

Azazel looked at the Fallen that he loomed over, the fear and uncertainty that looked at him gave him a sense of power that he felt that he had been missing for a long time. There was some clarity now, he knew that he knew the face that was looking up at him, but he couldn't tell from where or for how long they had known each other, or if they had just passed each other by one day and now they were in this little situation. He couldn't say that he he didn't like the feeling of power he was experiencing, nor could he deny that this was thrilling beyond his comprehension.

He raised his arm, and brought it down harshly, the whip following the motion and landing next to Vlad, making the other flinch his wings closer to his body. That was fun. He did it again, once again enjoying the thrill of the power that coursed through him. He knew he could make this more fun if he wanted, bringing the whip down again, purposely hitting some of the fabric of the robes, entertaining the sounds of it ripping over and over again in his head. He liked that sound, and was intent on hearing it again.

However, the little vermin kept moving around, too much for his liking. He knew where the proper restraints were for him to use, although how he knew bugged him a bit. Disregarding the feeling of unease, he glared at the figure on the bed, cracking the whip again. He liked how the end didn't even land near him this time and Vlad still flinched. He didn't think that he would ever tire of this game.

“Move and it will be the end of you, Fallen,” Azazel said, moving towards the closet where he knew where some restraints were. They looked mostly new, maybe used once or twice, but that fact hardly concerned him. Whatever they were used for, whoever they were used for, they were his toys now. And to only be used for his purpose. He grinned wickedly, going through the plan in his head.

Vlad himself was trying to figure out what was going through the blonde's head while he rifled through the closet, and whether or not he was to survive this ordeal or not. He sort of hoped that he would, if only to try to coax Azazel to tell him what was bothering him so much to lose it like this, but also to try to make sure that it didn't happen again, or become worse. He had to talk with Lucifer about the work load though, especially if that was the cause of his current situation. All he needed was the idiot over-stressing his lover and then having said lover take it out on him when his already damaged mind decided to snap.

He wanted to get up and try to just hold Azazel, that worked the last time, but he had a feeling that he really would get killed if he even dared to move an inch let alone off the bed and sneak up behind him. Vlad wasn't as stupid as he made himself out to be, although that cover had its benefits as well. He would just play along with Azazel's game for now, wondering if the night was going to get any better for him or if he would just have to endure this as some karmic punishment for something he had done so long ago that he didn't even remember meriting for it.

Azazel came back, smiling down at Vlad, metal glinting in the dim light, catching it from the fading light that peeked through the closed drapes. Vlad could honestly say that he didn't like where this was going in the least, but he was powerless to stop it, at least not without causing more injury to Azazel. He would endure, if only because he had vowed to help the other Fallen, even if he didn't know half the time if he was doing more harm than good.

“We're going to play a game, I'm sure that you played it with those that you dragged down with you,” Azazel said with a large, if not creepy, smile. “However, I don't think you'll like it as much being on the receiving end of this.”

“Kinky,” Vlad muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. Maybe this would break him out of it before any real physical damage took place? He could only hope. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

“A promise,” Azazel said, face instantly becoming stern. He moved quickly, grabbing Vlad's wrists and holding them above his head. Vlad grinned up at him, which only made him want to break this Fallen that much more. How cocky! “And I promise that your grin will not stay on your face for long.”

With a hard yank, he pulled up on Vlad's arms, bringing him to his knees on the bed, tying his wrists to the long posts that held the canopy over the bed. Something Vlad had indulged in, since he had an appreciation for some of the mortal vanities and social status. He couldn't help if some of the ideas were pleasing to the eye, although he was sort of rethinking the decision now. He didn't fight the restraints, he had a feeling what was coming, but he didn't want to hurt Azazel, the other man most likely hurting more than he could even imagine. A little physical abuse was nothing out of the ordinary anyway. Although he wondered if being burnt to a crisp hurt more than a whip.

Azazel smirked at the minimal struggling, this one was so willing to go through with it. It just made things that much easier for him. He positioned Vlad to where he would get the best cover, opting to have him face the other rather than have his back turned to him. He wanted to look at his expressions, wanted to see the pain flit across his face. Maybe even pleasure? He let that thought go, not sure where that had even come from in the first place. He just knew that it was right to do it this way, no matter what the reason was.

“Let your punishment begin, Fallen,” Azazel said, picking up the whip again, and bringing it harshly across Vlad's midsection, enjoying the sound of fabric ripping. He was sort of disappointed that as of yet, there was no blood spilled, but knew that would be an eventuality and that he just had to be patient. He would see the blood that he wanted to see, and rejoice as one so foul was getting their just rewards.

He kept up his assault until his arm grew tired, both Fallen panting by this time. Vlad was a mess, his chest, midsection, legs, arms, and wings were bleeding, he wasn't sure how much although he assumed that the bedding below him would be forever ruined. Luckily for him, Azazel didn't seem to think that he needed to be castrated, as that would lead to some struggling no matter what state Azazel's mind was in. His wings twitched with pain as he was struck again, this time the face, his cheek becoming cut and bleeding.

Azazel looked at his handiwork, the tattered robes that had fallen away except the pieces that were large enough to dangle from the form before him, and the mainly whole pieces that were able to cling to his back. Blood ran in rivets down the flesh before him, wounds criss-crossing the form. Vlad's head hung limp, chest taking in shaky breaths, the short dark hair matted with sweat and blood that somehow became matted in, most likely due to the wings when he was able to damage them. They wouldn't be flight worthy for awhile, the injuries deep and blood congealing over the feathers that would be a pain to wash out if he even let the Fallen scum out of his confinements.

He dropped the whip to the floor, creeping closer to Vlad, taking a closer look at the injuries, figuring that they weren't too bad, and that he could take a lot more than he along could dish out. The other barely screamed except when he hit his wings, which was expected. The wings were the most sensitive spot on any Angel or Fallen, no matter what. He slowly tilted Vlad's head up, aquamarine meeting silver for an instant, before Azazel closed the distance between them, tongue lapping up the salty tears that were running down Vlad's face. The bitterness suited him, he couldn't wait to perhaps taste more tears, maybe even fresh ones.

He took out a knife Vlad's eyes widening as he looked at the glinting object, not sure exactly what was going to happen to him, and not sure that he wanted to know either. Azazel's smile turned sinister, mouth coming closer to his ear, tugging on it lightly with his teeth. Vlad hissed at that, it would seem that perhaps he wasn't going to have to worry too much after all? Maybe this was just some sadistic game that he was secretly being forced into and that everything would turn out alright in the end? If so, after this, he needed to have a long talk with Azazel about his methods and the fact that they didn't have a safe word.

“Don't worry, you will not die by just these few wounds,” Azazel said, dragging the blade softly against Vlad's side. “However, you do need something to scar, to show the fact that you are a traitor to Heaven and that you will one day get your just desserts. I am not the one capable of giving you all that you deserve, scum, but I will try my hardest.”

With that, he dug the knife into Vlad's side, enjoying the scream that came out of the other's mouth as he cut long and deep, watching the blood bubble up from the wound, eventually spilling out like the much more shallow ones on the rest of his body had done before they began to close up. Azazel took his finger, and brought the red substance to an unmarred part of Vlad's skin, creating patterns as he watched the muscles twitched underneath, most likely expecting more pain. With a long sigh, figuring that he couldn't allow his victim to bleed out, he summoned some fire, just a small amount, to close up the wound, Vlad groaning with pain as Azazel heated his flesh back together.

Maybe he had gone too far with this.

“Snap out of it,” Vlad said quietly, bringing Azazel out of his exploration of what blood did as it dried, playing with it on his fingers. “Please Azazel....tell me what's...”

He wasn't able to finish what he was saying, as he was smacked hard, his fresh cut stinging at the stimulation. He looked back up at Azazel, who's eyes were wide, and whirling with a few different emotions that Vlad didn't want to place, for the fear that he would find something that would be the end of him, of them, of everything that he worked so hard to save again and again.

“You know my name,” Azazel said, his voice dangerously calm, although his eyes remained wild. “How do you know my name.”

“You really don't know who I am,” Vlad said, once again hanging his head. “Fine. Do what you will.”

“Who told you my name.”

Vlad didn't respond, not even to the pain of his hair being pulled up so he would have to look at Azazel in the eye. He couldn't hold back the sadness. He wasn't crying, but he had the sad look in his eye that even pained Azazel, who didn't know why. And that fact bothered him above all else.

“Who told you my name.”

Again, Vlad did not offer an answer, but continued to look into Azazel's eyes until the other became too frustrated and forcefully shoved his head back down. He apparently either knew this scum at one point or someone else was the traitor and now all the Fallen knew his name, what he was capable of, and what they had to do in order to get away without become too scathed. Even though he didn't remember letting anyone suspicious survive, he was sure that they found out somehow. He made a mental note to find anyone who even remotely looked like they were traitorous, to try to figure out how this one found out his name.

He once again pressed himself into Vlad, making the other look up at him in curiosity, and almost immediately regretting doing so, as his chin was caught and their foreheads pressed together. For a moment, Vlad thought that everything was going to be okay, and that Azazel would stop hurting him for the night. He really wished that was the case, especially as Azazel ran his fingers slowly and seemingly deliberately where the wings joined the shoulders, playing with the soft black and red feathers that grew there. He relaxed completely into the restraints, leaning on the other Fallen even though it aggravated some of his wounds, the steady massaging of his wings relaxing him almost completely, except when Azazel brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine.

“Oh, so your wings are like ours,” Azazel grinned, locking his eyes with Vlad's. “This will help my cause then.”

With that, he removed himself from Vlad, grinning once again as he got off the bed, this time coming around on the side and wrapping his arms around Vlad's sides, pressing up against his back. Vlad's wings twitched as he felt Azazel gently nuzzle against the arcs of his wings, luckily uninjured from the previous torture. Azazel himself liked the way this felt, it just seemed natural and it felt nice. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what the wings would have looked like before they were forever marred with this color, but found that no combination looked right in his mind, which was odd. It wasn't that he had never watched the Fall of an Angel before, but to not be able to tell what color this one's wings were, maybe he got the wrong Fallen.

Vlad himself was cursing his body out for being aroused simply because of Azazel's gentle touches, biting back a moan as Azazel's fingers slowly ran up his stomach, lightly and carefully going over the scabbing wounds. When he reached the nipples, Vlad did let out a hiss of pleasure as they were played with, wings bristling as Azazel carefully nipped at his neck, not causing him too much harm. He couldn't believe he was getting aroused by this, he couldn't believe that his body was so quick to accept Azazel's advances so easily and readily.

“I will stain you Fallen,” Azazel said, dragging his nails down, tearing opening some of the wounds. “They will know that one of Heaven has taken you, and I will not forgive you if you allow anyone other than myself to stain you like this. Just like I have no other choice with the one that stains me.”

In an instant, Vlad knows what's coming, what to expect, and the reason behind it in one little sentence. Apparently, Michael had been screwing with his mind again, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. That pained him more than the hands squeezing his half-hard cock a little too hard and the biting to continue to get harder until they broke skin. He was going to be one hell of a mess to clean up in the morning, he would be sorry if Azazel had to wake up and see him. He hoped he was able to get untied sometime after this. Azazel didn't need to know about what was going on if he didn't happen to remember.

“As you wish,” was all Vlad could think to say, the growl that came from Azazel animal like, and thrilling him. It was rare even when he had his wits about him to be so assertive, and truthfully, it just added to the situation.

He wasn't really prepared for the fingers being shoved into his mouth though. Maybe along with him, Azazel forgot how to properly make even this act sensual, which meant that he regressed much further back than he originally thought. That meant he was going to bleed even more. Fun.

He sucked on the fingers as much as he could, putting enough spit on them to hopefully be enough although he suspected that it was going to take more than that to make this whole thing to be less painful in the morning. He would have to come up with a good excuse for his condition, but that could wait until after he assessed his injuries properly. Hopefully nothing was infected before then.

Azazel worked his other hand to the back, slowly getting Vlad to spread his legs, and tearing away the part of the rags, they were too torn to be called anything else now, that covered his back off, tossing them onto the floor. He played with the wings a little more, grinning as he felt Vlad's tongue try to lavish as much saliva onto them as he could, not that he minded. He would try the same thing, however he figured that it would be about the same effect. Especially when he was determined to make Vlad bleed, scar him on the inside, make him completely his.

He pulled out his fingers, grinning as Vlad groaned at having them pulled out, and then being positioned to where he was fully exposed to Azazel behind him. He could hear the soft chuckle, and that was all the warning he got when he had two fingers pushed into him roughly. Vlad groaned with partial discomfort, partial excitement for what he knew was going to be coming next. He relaxed as much as he could, feeling the third finger being added painfully, the three spreading him and sometimes brushing across his prostate, making Vlad moan and shiver. Azazel didn't particularly aim for that spot, knowing what it was, but this wasn't supposed to be pleasure for the Fallen, but for him.

Vlad whimpered when he felt all three pulled out, immediately feeling the tip of Azazel's dick pressed against his ass. The blonde's hands held his hips in place, not allowing him any movement at all, either away or to impale himself. Vlad tried hard not to move, to just relax. It had been a very long time since he had been entered in this manor, and knew that there was going to be hell to pay for it. What really drove him wild was when nothing happened for what seemed like ever, that they were stuck in this position and would never get out.

“Please,” Vlad said, finally breaking down his pride and begging. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't, but this was Azazel. He did a lot of things for the other man that he wouldn't do for other people.

With that plea, he felt Azazel push in, Vlad screaming from the pain, no matter how relaxed he tried to be. He could feel his muscles burn in protest, the friction painful and causing him to spasm and Azazel to groan. Whether it was from the pleasure his spasms were giving him or the feeling of power, Vlad didn't want to know. He just wanted this to be over with, and wanted Azazel to be in his right mind again.

Azazel stopped when he was fully inside, breathing heavily on Vlad's neck, his wings softly caressing the edges of Vlad's, both shivering at the sensation. Vlad had always liked that, he was surprised that Azazel even remembered that he did too. Azazel held Vlad close, fingers playing with his stomach as they slowly traveled down, Vlad caught in between pain and growing arousal, not sure which to give into. His body made up his mind for him, when Azazel's hands coaxed him back into full hardness, Vlad able to relax a bit more, shifting his hips as if to give Azazel a clue to move, one that was mostly ignored.

It wasn't until Vlad was almost close to begging again, moaning with every touch that Azazel started to slowly pull out, making Vlad feel him, and slowly pushing back in. Vlad groaned, not really in pain, but in relief of finally moving. His wings twitched, Azazel's carefully cupping over them, as if to hinder their movement and still being able to cause some pleasure. After a couple of slow thrusts, Vlad began to beg for him to do it faster, and Azazel was too happy to comply. He even tried to get it harder when Vlad asked for it, finding the prostate again, and was determined to have Vlad screaming, which he did.

When he felt that Vlad was close, he closed his hand on the hard cock, stroking it in time with his hard thrusts, groaning himself as Vlad's ass tightened around him. He grinned, this time, he wasn't going to be the first one cumming, no, this Fallen would be, and it would be because of him. With one more good pull of his hand, Vlad screamed in ecstasy, tightening almost painfully around Azazel. However, Azazel wasn't through just yet. He kept on going, making Vlad ride out his orgasm, which Vlad himself couldn't complain, it actually felt kind of nice.

After a little while, Azazel finally came himself, shooting deep inside of Vlad, making the other man sigh in pleasure, trying hard not to become aroused again. Azazel leaned on Vlad, panting hard as he felt the other body go almost completely lax against the bindings. The Fallen was going to have rope burns, but that was another wound, another scar, another sign of proof that he was owned.

Tentacle Pronz

Zakary woke up to a pleasant feeling all around him, which only meant that he was going to be going through all hell very, very soon. He didn't feel any spells on him, which was a plus for once, although he was sure that would change very soon, or as soon as Uraki figured out what he was awake. Though it could have been a dream, he wouldn't be none the wiser about it either way.

“Oh, I am not invading your dreams this time,” Uraki said, running his fingers through Zak's messy brown hair. “No, tonight I will show your physical body pleasure.”

“I thought it was Miko's night,” Zak said groggily, the hand on his head feeling better than it should have. Maybe this was being a pet was like. Although, he wished he had a kinder master. “I was looking forward to actually getting a decent nights sleep for once.”

“You know better than that,” Uraki grinned, continuing to run his hand through Zak's hair. “however, I can assure you that your body will throughly enjoy tonight. One day, your mind will submit to me as well.”

“Snowflake's chance in hell,” Zak muttered, earning himself a tug on his scalp. “It's true dammit!”

“One day,” Uraki hummed, continuing to pet Zak, sinister grin spreading across his face. He was slowly calling the shadows to him, it had been awhile since he done this. “Even though at the moment, you do not.”

Zakary bit back a moan when something pressed against his nipple, the petting of his hair not stopping, making him think that Uraki was using his free hand. He closed his eyes, intent on just getting this over with. The sooner Uraki got his fill, the sooner he would go back to sleep with Miko, who he hoped he would be able to cuddle with for a little while anyway. However, he was confused when both of his nipples were toyed with, and the petting continuing.

“What...ah,” he moaned and arched when he felt Uraki kissing behind his ear, and slowly his hand down Zak's chest, the assault on his nipples not stopping. He could feel himself slowly hardening, his breath quickening a little as the hand traveled lower.

“So excited already,” Uraki said, humming. “Do not come until I say so. Or else.”

Zak half glared at him, even through the sharp spike of pleasure that shot through him. He felt something restrain his wrists and ankles although he didn't care much exactly what was restraining him. Just as long as he stayed in one piece for the most part. That was all he ever asked.

He was surprised when he was lifted off the bed, Uraki pulling off the blankets to reveal Zak's body to the cold, the only clothing on the man's body was his tie-dye boxers, which Uraki rid him of with no trouble. He found his head supported by the same black tendrils that held his wrists and ankles. He turned his head towards the bed, eyes widening when he looked at what appeared to be a pit with five tentacles coming up. He heard Uraki's laugh, head turning back to him.

“We have only done this in your dreams, have we not,” Uraki said, grinning lecherously. “However, tonight, we will see how much your physician body can take.”

Zak fought against his restraints a little before the one that held his neck tightened painfully, choking him until he stopped. His eye burned, the contract having a few symbols glowing, causing him to lose sight in the eye. He stopped struggling as his body went completely numb, causing him to start to panic and take in frantic breaths.

“Stop panicking,” Uraki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Really Zakary, you are ruining the mood. Relax and I will give you back your body.”

That was easier said than done for Zak, especially as he relaxed, and he could feel 'more support' being added for him. He didn't want this, he knew what was going to happen, but he wasn't sure if his body would be able to take it. He could begin to feel pressure slowly being added to his back, his legs being slowly pulled apart, all as he could feel his body again. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, although he knew it wasn't going to work. Only because he knew exactly what he was going to go through.

“All I want you to do is feel,” Uraki said, a little disappointed that even though he tried to prepare him for this eventuality, Zakary was still too much unprepared. “This will not hurt if you do not struggle, Zakary.”

And he was just supposed to accept that as truth? However, he knew that he had little choice in the mater, relaxing as much as he was able, as he was able to feel the curious probes feel around his body. At least they weren't seeking entrance yet, thank the gods, but just exploring his skin. Touching here, pushing there, not feeling for holes like those of the astral plane, but just exploring. Just testing the slight reactions, some of which felt nice, like the previous teasing, slowly working him back into hardness.

“There we go,” Uraki said, sounding greatly pleased as he slowly kissed Zak. “It will be so much easier if you just relax and enjoy this.”

“You're being awfully considerate,” Zak muttered, bracing himself to be choked or something for his 'insolence'.

“Ah, but we have not yet arrived at the main course,” Uraki said, chuckling. That didn't do anything but make Zak's blood pressure shot through the roof. “And stop thinking like an old man. A little foreplay will not compromise your contract.”

Zak was only able to give him a quick glare before one of the tentacles poked at his half-hard cock experimentally, sending a spark of pleasure through his body. He bit back a moan when more decided to toy with him, some playing with his balls, others swarming over his stomach and chest. They had ever done that before, and he couldn't complain too much about it either.

“That is very good, Zakary,” Uraki said, playing with a tentacle around his fingers. “They are happy that you are responding so well, and that you seem to like it. However, they would like to proceed to the main Would you deny them, even if they are willing to show you so much pleasure?”

Uraki expected him to think right now? He could feel the ones holding him up getting restless, although the feeling of them moving against his bare skin oddly pleasant. This thing...things...had a conscious mind? Seeing as he was going to be choked to death if the didn't comply, he couldn't exactly say now. Plus, they were being 'nice' to him at the moment, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad for him if he was lucky.

“I guess,” Zak finally said, instantly doubting the grin that spread across Uraki's face.

“Very good Zakary,” Uraki said, leaning over him. “I must say that your training is coming along rather nicely. You will enjoy this throughly.”

Thankfully, Uraki didn't expect him to try to force out an answer, Zakary gasping as the writhing mass of tentacles on his back brushed against his ass and close but never really touching his balls. Some of the braver ones slid up his side, the feeling making him shudder in pleasure. He might have let out a moan, it would have explained Uraki's sudden grin, but he wasn't sure anymore. All he knew that something somewhat damp and hard as his erection was rubbing up against it. And that felt really good at the moment.

“Such a good boy,” Uraki hummed, nipping at the man's neck, the tentacle that held it in place loosening to give Uraki the room he desired.

Zak almost had to hold back a snort, he knew that he was no where near where Uraki wanted him yet, not that he would ever get to that point willingly. Although this was the closest to consenting that he had been in a long time. Maybe it was the fact that he was still kind of tired and this wasn't feeling too bad at the moment.

“Yes, blame your current state of mind if it makes you feel better,” Uraki said against his skin. “However, it will not changed the fact that you are becoming mine.”

The contract began to burn again, and his sight was regained, with had Zak sighing in relief as he laid back fully on the tentacles, that seemed very pleased to be allowed to having him relax so thoroughly, and a few brave ones decided that they had enough of waiting. He could feel those that were specifically made to ease his ass open, the thin appendage barely the width of even one finger, slowly pushing inside. Zak moaned at the intrusion, knowing what was going to happen to him, and just figured that since they weren't starting off rough, that he would be safe from any lasting damage.

He could feel it in him, slowly moving around, going in and out, shallow thrusts that barely did anything for him. However, soon, one about the width of two fingers entered him, making Zak moan when it brushed across his prostate, the ones that were playing with his cock tightening around the base, holding back any orgasm that was going to come before they were doing with him. He expected that though, as it wasn't anything out of the ordinary with Uraki and whatever he had planned.

This one, however, took no time in preparing him, quickly readying him for the three finger width one, which breeched him roughly. He moaned soon enough, feeling the slight friction better, and the way that it brushed up against his prostate with almost every thrust making him moan and buck in time with it. Uraki grinned, the tentacles allowing him to straddle Zak's chest. He looked at the erection, not sure if he was drooling because of the way it stood in his face or the fact that he felt the tentacle wiggling around in his ass and a few poking at his own aching erection.

“Show me how you are feeling,” Uraki said huskily, grinning as Zak shuddered. He knew what it was from too, and he was just happy that he was able to cause it.

Zak opened his mouth willingly, he just needed something to distract him from his growing arousal, although he doubted that this would help very much. He shuddered again as his prostate was brushed up against, not sure what he felt as Uraki practically shoved his cock down his throat, choking him for a moment before he pulled back. He glared at the other who only grinned at him, Zak accepting that as about the only apology that he was going to get. He began to suck, using his tongue to run along the underside of the erection that twitched slightly at the stimulation. At least he knew how to get Uraki off without much trouble.

“Very good,” Uraki said, running his hands up his sides, obviously just enjoying the feelings that were ridding through him. “Very, very good.”

Zak had to resist the temptation to just bite down and get some revenge for this, but figured that he wouldn't like what happened next if he attempted to do anything like that. He just continued to try to move his head to give Uraki some of the same pleasure he was feeling, whimpering when the tentacle retreated and another one, thicker and about the size he was used to taking now, pressed against him.

This one felt like a regular penis, making him wonder what went through Uraki's imagination sometimes or if these were truly beasts that he would never see the full part of, and that Uraki just owed something to. Although thinking about The Contractor owing anything was sort of humorous. Zak moaned as it slowly pressed into him, relaxing as much as he could while the others played with his skin, two playing with his nipples, making his eyes roll back, and his head falling back. He moaned long and deep, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy this, although Uraki's insistent glares at him when he looked at him made him grin. Apparently, the demigod didn't like to be left out.

“Indeed. Continue,” Uraki growled, Zak complying without much effort.

Zak moaned around the cock in his mouth, making Uraki hiss in response as he was fucked by whatever the tentacle...thingy was fucking him with. He felt one of the tentacles let go of his own erection, opting now to play with the precum around the slit, which had him shuddering again. He sucked on Uraki's head, trying hard to recreate what was going on with him. It was the best he could think to do with himself, when thinking was becoming much more difficult.

“Swallow,” was all the warning he got when Uraki came, Zakary trying his hardest to get it all, and kind of impressed that he did.

Uraki let the tentacles hold him up, and slowly bring him off Zak, laying him gently on the bed. Zak let out a groan as his prostate was abused again, trying to spread his lets to get it in deeper, and maybe even make it go faster, harder, whatever it took to let them both get out of this torture. That and he hoped that Uraki hadn't fallen asleep yet, he didn't want to wait all night to be allowed to cum. That would just be plain torture.

The tentacle seemed to get his message, getting deeper, and going faster and harder to boot, which had Zakary's mind pleading for the ability to be released. He could feel his mind going hazy with need, not sure if Uraki could even hear him anymore. He hoped the tentacle thing was close as he was, because he had a feeling that if it wasn't close, he wasn't going to be allowed to orgasm at all.

Seemingly on command, and after a rather rough trust, he could feel it stiffen and shake, releasing its contents into him, before slowly pulling out. Zak arched his back, the tentacles around his cock disappearing which allowed him to have one of the hardest orgasms that he ever had. He panted over his bed, slowly being allowed down as the pit disappeared and Uraki rolled over, looking at Zak with a grin.

“We must try that again someday.”

Zak just glared at him, wondering what he just allowed to happen and what did it mean for his future.