Torin & Samayel

*nice intro huh? It gets better trust me...

~Chapter 2: Master & Samayel

Samayel closes the door and walks slowly across the small room to stand in front of his new master. In the last few months, Master Torin had requested him every evening, and that morning he was informed that the mysterious Master Torin had just purchased him. Samayel now completely belonged to Torin, and the other customers were no longer allowed to request him. Samayel smiled. No longer would he, as a young male Wolfen, have to worry about some hungry Nocturna getting too rough with him, or taking too much from him.

He chuckles softly and thinks to himself. *Except Torin, he‘s welcome to hurt me.*

No, here he was, gazing into the azure eyes of his passion itself, and no one could interfere with it. He looks up at Torin and sighs inwardly. As per usual, the moment he walked into the room and smelled Torin, Samayel was hard. Torin had that effect on him. There was just something about Torin that just...ohh, did it for him. Standing at 6'9, Torin towered over him just enough that he had to stand on his tip toes to kiss him. Those eyes, and that mouth...Samayel shivered at the memory of what that mouth was capable of doing. And now he belonged to him.

Subtly eavesdropping on Samayel's thoughts, Torin smiles slightly. He steps closer and caresses the side of Samayel’s face and hair.

“You are mine now.” Samayel nods emphatically and steps closer to him.

Torin moves his hand from Samayel’s face to the side of his neck. Grasping it firmly, he brings Samayel to himself. Samayel gasps but does not resist his touch. Affectionately, Torin’s lips graze his neck, stopping just below his ear. He slowly parts his lips and pierces the skin. He takes a small mouthful; Samayel utters a slight noise of pleasure and wraps his arms around Torin’s neck. Sensing Samayel’s submission, Torin begins to drink deeper, filling his mouth completely with Samayel’s life nectar before swallowing. Samayel moans quietly and presses himself to Torin.

*I think he’s enjoying this more than I am.*

The rigid length pressed into his thigh affirms this. As Torin drinks, he notices the light purple-blue bruises under the collar of Samayel’s shirt.

“Hmm. The bruises from last night are very visible in this light. I wonder if he will still be tender to my touch.”

Torin removes his fangs from Samayel’s throat, unhooks Samayel’s arms from around his neck, and holds him away from him. Samayel moans an objection but opens his eyes.

“Enough of that for now.”

Torin moves to sit on the edge of Samayel’s bed. He beckons to him.

“Come my bruised beauty; let me see how well your bruises have healed in the night.”

Samayel hesitates, knowing how sore he still was from the night before.

“Oh well, healed or not he’s going to hurt me tonight anyway.”

Samayel (his eyes never leaving Torin’s) unbuttons his shirt, slowly revealing his bruised chest and stomach, flinching as the cloth brushes against one of the deeper bruises. He slides the shirt off and tosses it on the chair across the room. Torin smiles and wraps his arms around Samayel’s waist. He proceeds to kiss each of the bruises, concentrating on his stomach. Samayel looks down at him, biting his lip when Torin sucks on a couple of the deeper bruises, turning them a deep red. Samayel cries out softly but does not fight him. Torin pretends not to notice Samayel’s discomfort and continues his kisses, knowing that the pain he was inflicting was bringing down Samayel’s mental barriers and treading heavily on his self-control. Torin hated it when Samayel spoke Nocturna, and once his self-control broke, he would probably revert to his native Wolfen. A few more bruises and Samayel would break. He was right, as soon as he was right above Samayel’s navel, his kisses almost bloody, Samayel screams in Wolfen and pushes Torin back.

“Enough!”
“Something wrong Samayel?” ~Torin pretends to be oblivious to Samayel’s discomfort.

Samayel is breathing heavily and there are tears in his eyes. At the moment, he is unable to speak in anything but Wolfen.

“I can‘t stand you doing that anymore. It hurts too much.”
“Oh? You seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was.”

Torin traces Samayel’s erect cock with his fingers, Samayel tenses and pouts, tears threatening to fall.

“Please…” Torin growls softly

*There’s no way he knows how much that gets to me, manipulative little Wolfen.*

“Hmm, very well. Let’s move on then shall we; take off your clothes.” Samayel does.

Torin then instructs him to kneel on the bed facing the headboard, and Samayel quickly obeys. Torin wraps his arms around Samayel’s waist, then positioning himself; rams into him hard. Samayel cries out and gasps. Caught off guard, Samayel cries out. Fortunately for him, since completing his Awakening it is nearly impossible to rip him internally.

“Gods! Do you have to impale me on it?”

Torin laughs, pulls Samayel’s head backwards and kisses him, taking his breath away.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention Samayel. “

Samayel growls in response. Torin begins to fuck Samayel rapidly, instantly striking that ~oh so wonderful nerve~ with every thrust. Samayel moans loudly, reaches behind him and grasps Torin’s thighs. He arches his back against the pressure, trying desperately to bring him closer, deeper within him. With absolutely no warning Torin slows his rhythm, grasps Samayel’s cock and strokes it gently.

“Ahhhh…I can’t believe…ya… y…you’re teasing me…nnngh…”
“Mmm hmm, I am. And you love me for it, am I right?”

Torin stops fucking him, but continues stroking Samayel’s cock. Samayel moans and again arches his back into Torin.

“Ah! If you don’t slow down, I’ll be through before you hit your first peak.” Torin laughs.
“That’s all right; I’m enjoying watching you squirm, besides you never answered me.”

He kisses Samayel’s neck and shoulders and strokes him faster. Samayel groans and writhes against Torin, violently fucking himself. He growls and claws Torin’s thighs, very near to coming. Suddenly Torin stops jerking him off. Samayel whimpers pitifully.

“Oh baby, don’t stop now.” Torin nudges the side of his neck gently.
“Samayel,” Torin whispers in his ear.

Samayel moans but does not respond. Torin nips his neck roughly.
“Samayel.”
Samayel starts. “Hmm?”

He gasps when Torin resumes his rhythm within him.

“Do you love me?”

He changes the angle of his thrusts, resulting in a loud cry from Samayel.

Samayel nods. “Mmm…beginning to…ooh do that again…”

Torin smiles at this, knowing that Samayel is not completely coherent at the moment.

“Really? Hmm…prove it with your loyalty…I do not want you to come until I tell you.”
Samayel, not as ‘out of it’ as Torin thought, laughs softly.

“Ah, easier said than done at the pace you‘re going...”

Torin bites the skin on Samayel’s shoulder, taking a mouthful of blood. He swallows and closes his eyes, continuing his rhythm. Samayel braces himself and tries very hard to keep from coming. Knowing that this is very difficult for Samayel, Torin takes him in hand again. Samayel begins moaning loudly.

“Please stop. If you don’t want me to come yet, stop!”

Torin does not and caresses him gently.

“Do not come Samayel...not yet”

In prolonging Samayel’s release, Torin had inexplicitly sped up his own. Changing the angle slightly again and pushing Samayel onto all fours, he begins an irregular rhythm, one that strikes Samayel’s prostate with every thrust. He grasps Samayel tightly around the waist and pounds into him mercilessly. His own vision blurs as he reaches his first peak with a cry; his ebony wings emerging from the recesses of his back. Panting slightly but still very hard, Torin forces his racing heart to slow and slides his wings back into place.

Over stimulated by pleasure, tears begin to stream down Samayel’s cheeks. Raining kisses on Samayel’s neck and shoulders, Torin removes himself and turns Samayel over so he is lying on his back. Samayel is groaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He tries to lean up to kiss Torin. Torin shakes his head and gently pushes Samayel back on the bed.


“Remember, not until I say.”

Torin begins to kiss and lick Samayel just below his navel. Samayel quivers and whimpers in misery. Torin traces the length of Samayel’s cock with his fingertips.

“Oh gods, please have mercy.” Samayel begs as Torin moves further down.

Torin laughs softly and dips his tongue into Samayel‘s navel, mimicking his previous actions within the Wolfen. Samayel’s hips rise off the bed and once more Torin holds him down.

"Never.”

The Nocturna wraps his hand around Samayel’s cock while moving his attention to the juncture between Samayel’s thigh and groin muscle. Tracing it with his tongue, he alternates nipping the skin sharply with the strokes on the shuddering Wolfen’s cock, causing Samayel to arch his back and mutter incoherently. Torin stops his actions and sits up, tossing his streaked hair out of his face. Suddenly without stimulation, Samayel’s hands unconsciously reach for Torin, grasping one of his hands with his own. He is so tightly wound that his skin feels like its on fire; convulsions of pleasure wracking his body.

“Nnngh...tt…Torin… pplease…mmm…master…no more…”

Torin covers his surprise at the Wolfen‘s pleading.
“Now Samayel.”

Samayel cries out as he comes, ribbons of his pleasure coating his chest and stomach. He sighs and collapses on the bed.

“Samayel.”
“Hmm….?”

“Before now, you’ve never called me by my name outside of your thoughts, do you realize this?”

With a gesture and a few muttered words, Torin removes the evidence of their joining.

With a gesture and a few muttered words, Torin removes the evidence of their joining.

“Yes, I wasn‘t sure how you‘d react.” Samayel whispers, his gaze dropping as he slips completely into submissive mode. He braces himself to be hit or reprimanded; calling your master by their first name was one of the first things he learned never to do.

Torin lifts Samayel’s chin making Samayel’s hazel eyes meet his own. Neither breaking eye contact or saying a word, he brings his hands down to the Wolfen’s sides and begins to roll the nerves of the sensitive area that resides there. Samayel grits his teeth and his toes curl. Though very confused at Torin’s actions, he is hard again.

“Hmmm...interesting…”

Torin smiles thoughtfully, stopping his manipulation of Samayel’s sides.
“Samayel, from now on I want you to call me by my first name.”

“Yes, Torin.” -Samayel all but growls.
“No more Master…that gets on my nerves unless I’m in that particular mood.”

“Yes Torin.” -he kisses Torin and attempts to make him pick up his rhythm again.
“And I absolutely forbid you to speak Nocturna in my presence ever again.”

“Ah…o…okay…yesss…Ttt orin…”

Finally getting the point Samayel was trying to make, Torin smiles again and pulls Samayel’s side roughly. Samayel growls with impatience and reaches out, taking Torin by the back of his neck and kisses him deeply. He gently bites at Torin’s lips and tongue. Torin moans and jerks at Samayel’s sides again. Samayel knows that kissing Torin like the Wolfen do drives him crazy. He wraps his legs around Torin and brings him deeper into the kiss by running his claws down Torin’s back and shoulders, pulling him closer and at the same time subtly hitting Torin’s spots, causing his ebony wings emerge again and open to their full span. Torin breaks the kiss with a mixture of a growl and a moan. Samayel holds him closer and kisses his neck underneath his hair. He bites Torin’s neck with his teeth, nearly breaking the skin. Torin growls deeply but does not stop him.

“Samayel,” Torin says quietly, attempting to sound calm.

Samayel ignores him and moves to the other side of his neck; smiling a secret smile that he was causing Torin to loose control to the point that he had trouble controlling his wings.
Torin groans again and tries to speak.

“Ahh…Samayel I warned you once about playing Wolfen games with me. You know the effect it has…”

Samayel’s teeth piercing the skin on his neck silences him. The Wolfen takes a mouthful of blood and swallows. His vision swims violently, and he has to hold onto Torin’s shoulders to keep from passing out. Nocturna blood is overpoweringly strong and can affect the normally submissive specie in an adverse and unpredictable manner.

However, piercing the skin on the neck of a Nocturna or Seraphim results in a pleasurable yet paralyzing effect upon the said creature. Samayel blinks a couple of times to clear his vision, then goes back to kissing Torin’s neck and shoulders. After a moment or two, Torin’s voice returns.

“Samayel, you’re taking this too far. I nearly broke you yesterday for playing games like this with me; do you want me to do it again?”

Samayel smiles wickedly and continues torturing the Nocturna.

“Torin, your strength alone is going to hurt me anyway so it really doesn’t matter what I do.”

Samayel slowly sits up, leaning Torin backward slightly. He gently kisses Torin’s lips.

“Does it?”

Torin smiles slightly, absently pulling his wings back into their recesses beneath his shoulder blades.

“Mmm… not really.”

Samayel kisses him again.
“I didn’t think so.”

Samayel leans Torin back on the bed completely. He begins to kiss Torin’s chest and nipples. He bites one gently then soothes the abused nipple with his tongue. Torin, not comfortable being on the bottom gasps and moves uneasily. While Samayel kisses him he is easing himself into a semi-kneeling position between Torin’s legs. Just the bit of hair on Torin’s legs rubbing against him is nearly too much. He stops kissing Torin and looks down at him. His eyes are incredibly glazed from the blood he drank making him seem very much the predator. In an uncommon dominant gesture, Samayel moves one of the Nocturna’s legs up and guides it around his waist. He caresses Torin’s stomach, focused on a particular path. Torin is suddenly nervous but tries to remain in control. He does not want to hurt his Wolfen, but playing the submissive role is not a position he wants to be in.

“Samayel just what do you think you are doing?”

“Nothing Torin, just relax and let me do this.”

His fingers move between Torin’s legs, edging closer to his entrance. Torin’s body spasms and he grasps Samayel’s wrist, desperate to halt his path and move his hand back up to his stomach. He unsuccessfully tries to bring his leg back down. Torin begins to panic.

*What the fuck is going on? Why is Samayel acting this way all of a sudden? And when the hell did he get so strong? My blood must be affecting his mind. Something’s definitely wrong!*

“Enough Samayel! Snap out of it!!! What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? Get off of me!!!”
Not getting a response, Torin frantically tries to reach him mentally.

*Samayel stop!! Can you hear me?! Don’t do this!!! Snap out of it Samayel!!!*

Torin’s terror intensifies as he finds that there was no rational thought to the Wolfen‘s mind. Samayel’s thoughts were consumed by a distorted lust surrounded by an intense need to relieve the pressure in his body, and he intended to satisfy that lust within what he considered his Nocturna. Feeling Torin inside his head, Samayel growls deep in his chest and digs his claws into the struggling Nocturna’s hips, lifting them slightly and aligning himself with Torin’s unprepared opening. Torin cries out in pain and fear, just barely able to keep manic Wolfen from tearing into him. Frustrated at his thwarted attempts, Samayel roars and swipes at Torin’s arms, his claws shredding the flesh.

“No Torin let me do this. You don’t understand... my bloods on fire and this is the only way to put it out. It will be over soon, just please… please let me do this…please Torin!!!”

Samayel screams in agony as Torin finally pierces the barrier in his mind. Working quickly, Torin takes control of the Wolfen’s motor functions and halts all movement momentarily placing Samayel into a catatonic waxy state. After that step is completed he moves the Wolfen enough for him to get off of the bed.

Incredibly shaken at Samayel‘s uncharacteristic actions, Torin walks into the bathroom to clean himself up and regroup. He enters the bathroom, closes the door, leans against it, and closes his eyes.

*sigh* *I had no idea that a little of my blood would have such a powerful effect on him. Gods, if something like that were harnessed…* He shudders. *I better erase this incident from Samayel’s memory and my own lest it be discovered and used against us.* He notices that he is still naked and his arms are still bleeding. With a quick thought heals them, erasing the wounds and any blood.

He then opens the door and steps back into the room. Tying the strings on his pants he is relieved to see that Samayel is unchanged from the way Torin left him on the bed. He removes the spatters of blood from his body then entering his mind once again erases all memory of the incident other than the fact that he got dizzy and almost passed out from ingesting Torin’s blood. Once that was completed he slowly brings Samayel out of the catatonic state. Almost immediately Samayel lashes out at him with his claws, snarling with menace. It was apparent that his mind had reverted to a feral(funny for a Wolfen huh?)state.

Left with little option, Torin backhands Samayel into the headboard of the bed. He growls and tries to come at Torin again, but then his eyes roll back into his head and he collapses. Abruptly, Samayel’s body begins to convulse: blood trickling out of his nose and ears. Torin gets back on the bed and using his wings for extra support, holds Samayel still. Torin enters his mind again and triggers the receptors in Samayel’s brain, rapidly releasing the pressure that the consumption of Nocturna blood caused and diminishing the rage within him. The convulsions cease, and though unconscious, Samayel sighs in relief and relaxes into the pillows. That done, Torin searches inside his own mind and erases the memory of the incident.

Temporarily confused at their change of positions on the bed, Torin looks around the room then down at Samayel with a smile. His little Wolfen had curled up on his side and was cuddled against his leg. Torin leans down and kisses the edge of Samayel’s mouth then gets up off the bed. The Wolfen stirs and looks up at him blearily.

“Are you leaving again?”

Torin looks up at the clock above the door.
“I normally do around this time. Why? Do you want me stay the rest of the night?”

Samayel yawns then nods.

“I don’t like it when you leave me after I’ve gone to sleep. I want to see your face when I wake up in the morning.”

Torin opens his mouth to protest, then changes his mind and returns Samayel’s smile.

“Very well. I‘ll stay with you tonight”

Torin moves to lie beside him. Samayel leans over and kisses his lips lightly, and then he brings the comforter up to cover them. With a very Wolfen murmur he snuggles up to the Nocturna and falls asleep. Torin chuckles softly and wraps an arm around him; then sighs in regret as he realizes an important detail.

*If I’m staying for a bit, I need to see how much time I have left on credit.*

Careful not to wake Samayel, Torin stands up and walks to the comm. unit on the wall. A pleasant male voice answers.

“Yes Master Torin? How may I help you?”

“How long of a stay am I paid up to?” He hears the ruffle of pages turning.

“Let’s see… you have a half an hour left.”

*Shit.*
Torin looks back at Samayel lying on the bed. (he is sprawled on his stomach; brindle hair twined around his arm, bare from the waist up, the edge of the comforter has slipped to show a peek of flesh over a nicely rounded ass.) Previous events forgotten; Torin swallows and mentally forces himself not to ravish the young Wolfen once more.

“Ah, I’ll be up to the front desk momentarily then.”

There is a slight change in responding voice.

“Extending your stay with us Master Torin?” Torin ignores the humorous tone.

“Yes, for the rest of the evening and for the next two days. Be there in a moment.”

“Yes sir.”

Torin moves back to the bed and picks up his wallet. He is nearly at the door when he hears Samayel turn over.

“You said you’d stay.” Samayel whispers sleepily.

Torin moves to the side of the bed and looks down at him.

“I am. Go back to sleep.”

Samayel gestures for Torin to come closer, when he does Samayel kisses him gently and bites Torin’s bottom lip. Normally, Wolfen antics really get to Torin emotionally and physically, but being that Samayel was not really coherent at the moment, Torin lets it slide.

“All right, I’ll be right back.”

He guides Samayel’s tired form back to the pillows and goes to stand. Immediately he is brought to his knees by a clawed grip on his neck. He growls and snaps his head up at Samayel. Once he regains his composure he sees that Samayel has fallen asleep and was not forcing his submission, Torin sighs and removes his hand. He stands and walks out the door, closing it behind him.




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~AsyenMari : There, that's better. The previous version of this chapter was lacking a certain something....oh yeah, better sex scene!!!