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Title: Collar
Author: Yours truly
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Lordi/Dima, Lordi/Awa, implied Dima/Awa
Summary: Dima has proven himself
Warnings. Rough bloody sex, monsters, the usual
AN: Part of the Toys series, follows Mirrors
”Good morning, sweetling.”
Dima’s eyes fluttered open at Awa’s word, and he smiled sleepily at her. “Good morning.”
”Dud you rest well?”
”Yup,” Dima answered. Stifling a yawn as he sat up and pulled Awa into his arms, kissing her cheek softly. “I always do with you.”
It was the truth; with her, he felt always rested and refreshed, even though he knew he probably had not gotten more than a few hours’ worth of sleep… the night before, after little Yelena had ran off, he’d carried her to the bedroom and made love to her until the sun had already began to creep up outside the windows…
“Good,” She murmured, pressing closer to him. “I know my liege will call upon you today.”
For some reason, the prospect did not seem anywhere near as daunting as it should have. “Is that why you came to me last night?”
“In a way. I was selfish, Sweetling… I wanted you all to myself first.”
Dima laughed, kissing her forehead. “You can have me anytime you want.”
Not an hour later, Dima closed his eyes and held on to Awa, preparing himself for the now-familiar sensation of gut-wrenching that came when she took him to Lordi’s domain. He knew not to worry, even if this visit would be as long as his last one had been - Awa’s magic would keep everyone thinking he was still in their midst.
When he opened his eyes in the cool darkness of her chambers, he shuddered. “I will never learn to like that,” he murmured. “One day I am going to throw up on you.”
Awa laughed, throwing her head back. “No you won’t, sweetling... you will grow used to it.”
”I doubt it,” Dima said ruefully. “Is he already waiting, or do we have time for ourselves?”
”He is not,” Awa said softly. “We do have a few moments until he will call upon us.”
”Upon us, or upon me?” Dima whispered, pulling her closer.
Awa smiled. “Upon us.”
**
Awa sighed as she was pulled into a soft, lingering kiss by Dima.
“Good, “ he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. “Whatever he does to me, I can take since you will be there.”
Awa shivered at the conviction, the determination in his voice; He had so much faith in her, even if he knew that she was completely in her liege’s thrall. She could not do anything but be there for him… and yet he thought it to be enough.
He held on to her until she felt a familiar tugging in the back of her mind; her liege’s call.
”He calls us, sweetling,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the fabric of his shirt. “We must go.”
“Then so be it,” he murmured. She could feel him shiver, could taste the eagerness building in him... eagerness she could not help but share.
Together, they made their way to the small antechamber where she had prepared Dima the last time her liege had called; now, she knew what they both were supposed to do.
“Help me undress,” she whispered to him, “He wants us both unclad and on our knees before he arrives.”
Dima shivered, his eyes flashing as he reached out to tug at the laces of her dress. “Love to.”
She knew it took him great restraint to not to grab her and kiss her, to let the eagerness brought forth by her liege’s summons take hold of him… for she was in just as great a strain at the want of begging him to do so, unleash his lust on her and alleviate the yearning within her.
He took her hand in his as they passed through the great doors, making their way across the cold stone floor to where Lordi’s throne stood, dark and terrifying even if her liege was not present. The stone felt colder still as they knelt, their hands still clasped.
Awa shivered again, her claws biting into Dima’s hand as anticipation and arousal welled up in her. It felt like an eternity passed between the moment they knelt and the sound of Lordi’s heavy footfalls approaching.
Awa did not dare to raise her eyes as her liege settled on his throne with a sound of metal scraping against stone.
“Look at me… both of you.” Lordi’s voice was a sensuous purr that made Awa tremble, heat flooding her body as she raised her eyes.
**
Dima trembled as he met Lordi’s crimson eyes, biting back a moan. His back burned at the memory of what had happened the last time he’d been here, when he’d been marked with the whip that seemed not to be present this time; Dima did not know if he should be relieved or disappointed.
Lordi smirked, baring his fangs; Dima shivered, even though the expression was pleased. “You have done well, girl.”
“Thank you, my liege,” Awa murmured, squeezing Dima’s hand.
Lordi turned his head, meeting Dima’s eyes again. “You know your place now, boy.” It was not a question.
“Yes, sire,” Dima whispered, licking his lips. “My place is… is here, serving you, sire.”
Speaking out the words, giving affirmation to what he’d felt ever since Lordi had first asked him if he knew his place, sent a wave of jumbled emotions through him, the strongest of them the knowledge that this was where he belonged - at Awa’s side, on his knees before Lordi…. Beneath him, serving him, used by him as he wills…
The realization made something within him break free; a part of him wanted to laugh, laugh at how simple it all really was, at himself for having had so many qualms… sweet freedom in giving himself away. But he bit his lip; the desire to please, to obey his sire kept him silent. Only in his eyes did his relief shine through.
Lordi’s smirk widened. “Good,” he purred, reaching out.
His claws brushed against Dima’s throat, the sharp tips resting beneath his chin; to have the deadly claws so close to his jugular made Dima shiver, in both arousal and fright. He craned his head until his neck ached, his pale throat presented to his sire’s hungry eyes.
Dima’s breath caught in his throat as Lordi’s other hand came in sight, holding a thick strap of black leather. Instinctively, he knew what it was - what it meant.
He trembled as Lordi wrapped the collar around his neck with surprising gentleness and care, the crimson eyes never leaving his. The cold metal of the clasp fell heavily against his neck, much heavier than it should have been…but he couldn’t help but feel proud. Pride, joy, fear and confusion, all warred within him.
“Thank you, sire,” he whispered, his mouth dry.
Lordi tugged at the collar, for a moment stealing what little breath Dima had. “You can take this off if you wish to, boy… but if you do, it will never come on again.”
**
Awa shivered, tightening her hold of Dima’s hand. She had not expected her liege to grant this honor to Dima… but he had. Dima was far more special than he believed himself to be…
In Dima’s eyes she could see the pride and joy he was feeling; it was an emotion she was very familiar with…she remembered the feel of the leather, the weight of the clasp… even if the leather had fallen apart many, many years ago, the collar still remained firmly in place, a remembered weight around her slender throat.
“You will obey me, boy,” Lordi purred, his claws stroking Dima’s cheek. “In everything.”
”Yes, Sire,” Dima whispered, licking his lips.
Lordi smirked, “You will stay on your knees, boy, and will not move or make a sound.”
Even before Dima could answer, Awa found her liege’s crimson eyes burning into hers and his clawed hand tangling in her hair, yanking hard; she cried out, her back arching as she was pulled up, into his lap, to straddle his armoured thighs.
Awa screamed as he pushed her down on him, entering her harshly, His claws dug into her neck, into her hip, deep enough for her to feel the blood welling up even though the haze of pain-pleasure flooding through her from their joining.
She moaned, her back arching as she was brutally taken by her liege, pain wreaked upon her body far more than he’d unleashed on her for anything but punishment… in some part of her mind she could tell that he was doing this to test Dima, that she was nothing but an instrument of his will.
She screamed again as his claws raked down her back, leaving bloody furrows.
**
Dima bit his lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from crying out, from begging… his knuckles were as white as bone as his nails dug into his palms in the effort to not to rise, to not to reach out…
He wanted to beg his sire to stop hurting Awa, to stop tearing into her… there were tears on he ashen cheeks, black blood flowing over her skin in dark, sticky rivulets… she didn’t want the pain, she wasn’t like him…
Dima shivered; he couldn’t help but wish it were him who was so tormented by Lordi; his arousal was still strong, fire throbbing through his veins. He was aflame with sheer want and sickening envy.
Helplessness welled up within him as he watched Lordi’s brutal treatment of Awa, it felt like an eternity had passed before Awa cried out, arching, her body thrown into the throes of release. Dima almost cried out with relief but he knew he could not, could not disobey his sire, and the taste of blood grew stronger on his lips.
His eyes widening in horror he watched Lordi push the sorceress away, her ashen body falling to the cold stone floor: she whimpered, her body curling into fetal position and Dima felt something within him shatter with every heartbeat he stayed still.
“Good boy,” Lordi purred: Dima started at the words, his eyes flicking back to the monster-lord who was grinning. The sharp claws, still stained with Awa’s blood, came to rest against Dima’s cheek. “Rise.”
Shakily, Dima rose to his feet, his knees protesting; he flushed as he felt Awa’s golden eyes on him, witnessing how shamefully hard he was still, despite what Lordi had done to her… she must’ve known how much he yearned to have been on her place…
His train of thought was cut short as Lordi tug him forward, surprisingly gently, and kissed him, the sharp teeth cut into his already bloody lips and Dima could not hold back a moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he was pulled into his sire’s lap.
The clawed hands were maddeningly gentle as Dima was twisted around, his back against Lordi’s armoured chest, Awa’s shivering form on the floor before his eyes. He shivered, his eyes squeezing shut as the claws danced over his swollen flesh, still too gentle as Lordi grasped his hip…
Dima cried out when his sire entered him, slowly and with care; there was pain, the sweet, familiar pain but it was nothing like it should have been; the teeth on his neck were not tearing into his flesh but nibbling gently, there were no claws raking across his flesh… only an unbreakable hold and too-gentle touch.
He couldn’t help it, he moaned and writhed, rocking into the invasion of his body; his flesh was aflame with pleasure too gentle, too good…
Dima whimpered when he came, white-hot pleasure flushing through his body. It felt so good but so wrong, he should have been crying out in pain… His sire’ s climax barely registered; Lordi found his release with a small grunt, the clawed hold of Dima tightening a fraction as warmth flooded within him.
Dima whimpered again as he was lifted from Lordi’s lap to the floor, the floor cold under his knees, His eyes fluttered open and he couldn’t hold back a small cry as he realized he was crouching over Awa’s still shivering body.
Lordi rose from his throne, smirking. ”Take care of her, boy.”
Author: Yours truly
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Lordi/Dima, Lordi/Awa, implied Dima/Awa
Summary: Dima has proven himself
Warnings. Rough bloody sex, monsters, the usual
AN: Part of the Toys series, follows Mirrors
”Good morning, sweetling.”
Dima’s eyes fluttered open at Awa’s word, and he smiled sleepily at her. “Good morning.”
”Dud you rest well?”
”Yup,” Dima answered. Stifling a yawn as he sat up and pulled Awa into his arms, kissing her cheek softly. “I always do with you.”
It was the truth; with her, he felt always rested and refreshed, even though he knew he probably had not gotten more than a few hours’ worth of sleep… the night before, after little Yelena had ran off, he’d carried her to the bedroom and made love to her until the sun had already began to creep up outside the windows…
“Good,” She murmured, pressing closer to him. “I know my liege will call upon you today.”
For some reason, the prospect did not seem anywhere near as daunting as it should have. “Is that why you came to me last night?”
“In a way. I was selfish, Sweetling… I wanted you all to myself first.”
Dima laughed, kissing her forehead. “You can have me anytime you want.”
Not an hour later, Dima closed his eyes and held on to Awa, preparing himself for the now-familiar sensation of gut-wrenching that came when she took him to Lordi’s domain. He knew not to worry, even if this visit would be as long as his last one had been - Awa’s magic would keep everyone thinking he was still in their midst.
When he opened his eyes in the cool darkness of her chambers, he shuddered. “I will never learn to like that,” he murmured. “One day I am going to throw up on you.”
Awa laughed, throwing her head back. “No you won’t, sweetling... you will grow used to it.”
”I doubt it,” Dima said ruefully. “Is he already waiting, or do we have time for ourselves?”
”He is not,” Awa said softly. “We do have a few moments until he will call upon us.”
”Upon us, or upon me?” Dima whispered, pulling her closer.
Awa smiled. “Upon us.”
**
Awa sighed as she was pulled into a soft, lingering kiss by Dima.
“Good, “ he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. “Whatever he does to me, I can take since you will be there.”
Awa shivered at the conviction, the determination in his voice; He had so much faith in her, even if he knew that she was completely in her liege’s thrall. She could not do anything but be there for him… and yet he thought it to be enough.
He held on to her until she felt a familiar tugging in the back of her mind; her liege’s call.
”He calls us, sweetling,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the fabric of his shirt. “We must go.”
“Then so be it,” he murmured. She could feel him shiver, could taste the eagerness building in him... eagerness she could not help but share.
Together, they made their way to the small antechamber where she had prepared Dima the last time her liege had called; now, she knew what they both were supposed to do.
“Help me undress,” she whispered to him, “He wants us both unclad and on our knees before he arrives.”
Dima shivered, his eyes flashing as he reached out to tug at the laces of her dress. “Love to.”
She knew it took him great restraint to not to grab her and kiss her, to let the eagerness brought forth by her liege’s summons take hold of him… for she was in just as great a strain at the want of begging him to do so, unleash his lust on her and alleviate the yearning within her.
He took her hand in his as they passed through the great doors, making their way across the cold stone floor to where Lordi’s throne stood, dark and terrifying even if her liege was not present. The stone felt colder still as they knelt, their hands still clasped.
Awa shivered again, her claws biting into Dima’s hand as anticipation and arousal welled up in her. It felt like an eternity passed between the moment they knelt and the sound of Lordi’s heavy footfalls approaching.
Awa did not dare to raise her eyes as her liege settled on his throne with a sound of metal scraping against stone.
“Look at me… both of you.” Lordi’s voice was a sensuous purr that made Awa tremble, heat flooding her body as she raised her eyes.
**
Dima trembled as he met Lordi’s crimson eyes, biting back a moan. His back burned at the memory of what had happened the last time he’d been here, when he’d been marked with the whip that seemed not to be present this time; Dima did not know if he should be relieved or disappointed.
Lordi smirked, baring his fangs; Dima shivered, even though the expression was pleased. “You have done well, girl.”
“Thank you, my liege,” Awa murmured, squeezing Dima’s hand.
Lordi turned his head, meeting Dima’s eyes again. “You know your place now, boy.” It was not a question.
“Yes, sire,” Dima whispered, licking his lips. “My place is… is here, serving you, sire.”
Speaking out the words, giving affirmation to what he’d felt ever since Lordi had first asked him if he knew his place, sent a wave of jumbled emotions through him, the strongest of them the knowledge that this was where he belonged - at Awa’s side, on his knees before Lordi…. Beneath him, serving him, used by him as he wills…
The realization made something within him break free; a part of him wanted to laugh, laugh at how simple it all really was, at himself for having had so many qualms… sweet freedom in giving himself away. But he bit his lip; the desire to please, to obey his sire kept him silent. Only in his eyes did his relief shine through.
Lordi’s smirk widened. “Good,” he purred, reaching out.
His claws brushed against Dima’s throat, the sharp tips resting beneath his chin; to have the deadly claws so close to his jugular made Dima shiver, in both arousal and fright. He craned his head until his neck ached, his pale throat presented to his sire’s hungry eyes.
Dima’s breath caught in his throat as Lordi’s other hand came in sight, holding a thick strap of black leather. Instinctively, he knew what it was - what it meant.
He trembled as Lordi wrapped the collar around his neck with surprising gentleness and care, the crimson eyes never leaving his. The cold metal of the clasp fell heavily against his neck, much heavier than it should have been…but he couldn’t help but feel proud. Pride, joy, fear and confusion, all warred within him.
“Thank you, sire,” he whispered, his mouth dry.
Lordi tugged at the collar, for a moment stealing what little breath Dima had. “You can take this off if you wish to, boy… but if you do, it will never come on again.”
**
Awa shivered, tightening her hold of Dima’s hand. She had not expected her liege to grant this honor to Dima… but he had. Dima was far more special than he believed himself to be…
In Dima’s eyes she could see the pride and joy he was feeling; it was an emotion she was very familiar with…she remembered the feel of the leather, the weight of the clasp… even if the leather had fallen apart many, many years ago, the collar still remained firmly in place, a remembered weight around her slender throat.
“You will obey me, boy,” Lordi purred, his claws stroking Dima’s cheek. “In everything.”
”Yes, Sire,” Dima whispered, licking his lips.
Lordi smirked, “You will stay on your knees, boy, and will not move or make a sound.”
Even before Dima could answer, Awa found her liege’s crimson eyes burning into hers and his clawed hand tangling in her hair, yanking hard; she cried out, her back arching as she was pulled up, into his lap, to straddle his armoured thighs.
Awa screamed as he pushed her down on him, entering her harshly, His claws dug into her neck, into her hip, deep enough for her to feel the blood welling up even though the haze of pain-pleasure flooding through her from their joining.
She moaned, her back arching as she was brutally taken by her liege, pain wreaked upon her body far more than he’d unleashed on her for anything but punishment… in some part of her mind she could tell that he was doing this to test Dima, that she was nothing but an instrument of his will.
She screamed again as his claws raked down her back, leaving bloody furrows.
**
Dima bit his lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from crying out, from begging… his knuckles were as white as bone as his nails dug into his palms in the effort to not to rise, to not to reach out…
He wanted to beg his sire to stop hurting Awa, to stop tearing into her… there were tears on he ashen cheeks, black blood flowing over her skin in dark, sticky rivulets… she didn’t want the pain, she wasn’t like him…
Dima shivered; he couldn’t help but wish it were him who was so tormented by Lordi; his arousal was still strong, fire throbbing through his veins. He was aflame with sheer want and sickening envy.
Helplessness welled up within him as he watched Lordi’s brutal treatment of Awa, it felt like an eternity had passed before Awa cried out, arching, her body thrown into the throes of release. Dima almost cried out with relief but he knew he could not, could not disobey his sire, and the taste of blood grew stronger on his lips.
His eyes widening in horror he watched Lordi push the sorceress away, her ashen body falling to the cold stone floor: she whimpered, her body curling into fetal position and Dima felt something within him shatter with every heartbeat he stayed still.
“Good boy,” Lordi purred: Dima started at the words, his eyes flicking back to the monster-lord who was grinning. The sharp claws, still stained with Awa’s blood, came to rest against Dima’s cheek. “Rise.”
Shakily, Dima rose to his feet, his knees protesting; he flushed as he felt Awa’s golden eyes on him, witnessing how shamefully hard he was still, despite what Lordi had done to her… she must’ve known how much he yearned to have been on her place…
His train of thought was cut short as Lordi tug him forward, surprisingly gently, and kissed him, the sharp teeth cut into his already bloody lips and Dima could not hold back a moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he was pulled into his sire’s lap.
The clawed hands were maddeningly gentle as Dima was twisted around, his back against Lordi’s armoured chest, Awa’s shivering form on the floor before his eyes. He shivered, his eyes squeezing shut as the claws danced over his swollen flesh, still too gentle as Lordi grasped his hip…
Dima cried out when his sire entered him, slowly and with care; there was pain, the sweet, familiar pain but it was nothing like it should have been; the teeth on his neck were not tearing into his flesh but nibbling gently, there were no claws raking across his flesh… only an unbreakable hold and too-gentle touch.
He couldn’t help it, he moaned and writhed, rocking into the invasion of his body; his flesh was aflame with pleasure too gentle, too good…
Dima whimpered when he came, white-hot pleasure flushing through his body. It felt so good but so wrong, he should have been crying out in pain… His sire’ s climax barely registered; Lordi found his release with a small grunt, the clawed hold of Dima tightening a fraction as warmth flooded within him.
Dima whimpered again as he was lifted from Lordi’s lap to the floor, the floor cold under his knees, His eyes fluttered open and he couldn’t hold back a small cry as he realized he was crouching over Awa’s still shivering body.
Lordi rose from his throne, smirking. ”Take care of her, boy.”