#dmitrixmagnai

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri's preference for his heat was to spend it entirely in isolation. He'd never shared it with anyone, had always locked himself in his apartment and ridden it out alone. It was a harsh way to deal with it, but the only way Dmitri had ever felt safe. His fear of being knotted - bred - ran down to his very bones. There was no such safety to be found in the Undercroft. The best he'd been able to do was to take the blankets he could find and pile them up behind one of the sofas, take up residence there and snap and growl at anyone that came too close. Even so, the guards had come for him. He'd bitten as many as he could in the process, but still he'd been frog-marched through the castle and thrust inside some master's suite.

It was dark when the guards shoved him inside. It only took Dmitri a single breath to work out whose it was - Magnai's stench was on every surface, filling Dmitri's lungs with the scent of him. Dmitri wanted to turn around, bolt out of the suite altogether, but the door clicked shut behind him and promptly locked. Immediately, he was scrambling for somewhere to hide. Magnai's apartment seemed to be only half unpacked and Dmitri found himself stumbling over things in his eagerness to find shelter. He knew what he smelt like, how enticing he would be to an alpha with the thin sweatpants he was wearing already stained with his wetness.

In the end, he squirreled himself away in the bottom of Magnai's closet, pulling whatever fabric he could find down from its hanger and onto the floor to pad it. Dmitri, despite how much he resented it, had an incredibly strong nesting instinct during his heats and would swiftly gather up whatever materials he could find to make himself comfortable. Once he was situated, he closed the door on himself, hoped that Magnai's scent would drown out his own despite knowing it was a ludicrous idea. In the closet, he trembled, curled up and foetal, too hopped up on fear to do anything besides lie there and tremble.

@magnais

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri snarled. He wanted to see some fear in Magnai's eyes, make him feel the way that Dmitri had felt, pinned underneath him - absolute terror. He grabbed tight hold of Magnai's throat, squeezing. "Right now you just human. Won't be pretend if I kill you. I'm sure everyone here would thank me." Killing Magnai wouldn't be enough. Dmitri could feel it in the pits of his stomach. He needed to humiliate him, scar him.

He released Magnai's neck for a brief moment, only to sink his teeth into it, reveling in the blood dripping over them. He didn't need to drink the stuff to have a lust for it, a desire to tear someone in two. Dmitri was nothing but pent up rage, and he was about to be given an outlet. He took hold of Magnai's hard cock, letting electricity flow through it as he stroked him. "You think you're dick will work right when you're varcolac again? Or you think I can make it soft permanently?"

The fleeting minutes the werewitch had been gone were too few and none of them saw anyone decide to intervene. Magnai stubbornly refused to look down at the armful of implements Dmitri dumped onto the floor, the brief glimpse he'd gotten on the slave's return more than enough. He pulled back as much as the bindings would let him, lip curling as Dmitri reached, nowhere near far enough to stop the younger wolf from ripping his shirt from him with little effort. The air was cold on his exposed skin, a bizarre strangeness for one who'd been hot-blooded and then immune to cold at all. He could feel the goosebumps rising on his traitorous flesh. "For now," was all Magnai spat in return, already tensing in anticipation of the next prod of fingers. Perhaps Dmitri's little diatribe was close to right. But Magnai knew it wasn't legitimate power, propped up by fantasy and flimsy as the fabric covering his chest had been. His mind refused to accept it.

The first nipping shocks he bore better, the second surged through him right above his groin, drawing the tendons in Magnai's neck into stark relief as he seized and nearly bit his tongue. The intense, crackling pain gave way to a dull ache, overlayed by a lingering prickle like a sleeping limb. "Is that what this is about?" His legs trembled a bit before he caught them beneath himself again, Magnai staring the omega down with a bit of wildness in his eyes as Dmitri grabbed his face. "Play pretend all you want." He rasped, "You'll never be anyone's alpha, Shenker." The slave had him stripped further a moment later, baring just how hard he was, length straining in the open air no matter the fury behind Magnai's gaze. All the poisonous lust in him took his longing for violence and warped it, reveling in what Dmitri had already done, what the wolf had the potential to do.

[dmitri-shenker]

It wasn't moving at all, but the plug seemed to throb inside Dmitri, unable to distract his mind from its uncomfortable, cold, metal shape. Even just sitting there, it was overwhelming, overstimulating, Dmitri's body unused to penetration, really, let alone being held open by a foreign object. It was almost a relief that Magnai was manhandling him again, gave him other sensations to focus his attention on - the scrape of his knees across the floor, the press of the mattress against his cheek.

He hadn't even had time to push himself up onto his shaking arms when he found himself being compelled again. Dmitri hadn't seen the cage before he was pushing himself into it, the metal cold and unyielding around his soft, spent cock. It was even more humiliating, all of Dmitri's masculinity, any possibility of asserting himself as an alpha, locked away. It felt like a neon sign highlighting how pathetic he was. "You get off on this shit? Is fucking disgusting." He was being rather hypocritical. Dmitri had locked subs up in similar cages on more than one occasion, but it was quite another matter with the shoe on the other foot.

Magnai couldn't have suppressed the roll of his eyes if he'd tried. In some way, he should've been grateful to the slave for his stubbornness. It was clarifying enough to keep his focus on the purpose of this little exercise, batting away his body's primal interest in the squirming thing beneath him. "That supposed to hurt my feelings?" He leaned back on his heels, hand tight around Dmitri's neck, reeling the omega up with him as Magnai got back to his feet. "I don't have much to lose by way of shame, Shenker. I think you do." The alpha all but dragged the slave with him back towards the bed, shoving Dmitri down onto it to free his hands again. Magnai knew the drawers and their contents well enough to easily find a simple cage, cold metal to match the plug being warmed by Dmitri's body. "Put this on," He compelled him calmly, dropping it onto the mattress next to the slave, "I think you've had enough for one day."

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri returned a few minutes later with an armful of toys, which he dumped on the floor a few feet from Magnai. He'd perhaps gone a bit mad in the playroom, hadn't thought through what he wanted. Oh well, if he couldn't find a use for something, he was sure that whoever took a spin on Magnai next probably would. For now, though, he just needed his hands. He reached for the front of Magnai's shirt and tore it off him, just the way Magnai had done with his in the kitchen of his suite.

"Is all about power, with you, Da? You do as you like because you have more. Now I have more, I do as I like. Dis is fair." He poked at Magnai's ribs, letting a few more sparks of electricity out of his fingertips. Then he pressed down on Magnai's belt buckle, using the metal as a conduit. That might singe a few pubes. He took Magnai's face in his hands. "Look at me. I'm alpha now." Then his hands were undoing Magnai's belt and pulling his trousers and underpants down to his ankles.

The crackle of magic was warning enough for Magnai to know exactly how far the omega was happy to push. Dmitri was unstable at the best of times, patently reckless, wildly emotional in the ex-Enforcer's eyes. He knew without a shred of doubt that he couldn't trust the slave to do what was best for him if it was spelled out for him in bold Cyrillic. "Hell will be frozen over before you see a tear out of me, Shenker," Magnai promised, voice gravel-rough, just before Dmitri's hand struck out at the hunter like a snake.

No amount of expectation kept him from spasming at the sudden shock, the muscles in Magnai's chest seizing painfully tight. He would've felt it in his normal form, but nothing nearly so arresting, only a violent hiss escaping him from between clenched teeth. By the time Dmitri let go, Magnai was struggling to conceal that he was panting, incandescent with rage as if the electricity was still crackling under his skin. It felt like it was, his nerves dancing with fresh anticipation as he stared daggers into Dmitri's back as the omega stepped away. Magnai was under no illusions that he wouldn't return for more.

[dmitri-shenker]

Another guttural, complaining groan echoed around the room as Magnai pressed on the plug. Dmitri scarcely recognised it as his own sound. The floor was still cold and unfeeling as he squirmed against it, trying to crawl out of Magnai's grip. He could taste his own cum at the corner of his mouth. Then there was that word, like a brand. Slave. It snapped Dmtiri out of his owns self-pity, his cowering. "That you're a fucking fascist," he snapped, even as Magnai's fingers pinched around Dmitri's neck.

How easily the slave had broken after all. Magnai wasn't foolish enough to think Dmitri couldn't recover from this, but there was still a grim satisfaction to seeing how quickly he'd been able to take him apart. It meant he could do it again. Over and over, until the omega had learned his lesson. The salt of Dmitri's tears mingled with the rest of his desperate scent and Magnai reached down to thumb the base of the plug, pressing it at a cruel angle against his insides, knowing he'd still be sensitive from cumming so recently. "And what point is that, slave?" Magnai asked coldly, unmoved by Dmitri's whining, though something about the sound made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and the fingers at Dmitri's nape grip a little tighter. "What have you learned?"

[dmitri-shenker]

There was a ringing in Dmitri's ears, a horrible, high-pitched sound; a sensation of static in his extremities; a metallic taste in his mouth. He felt dizzy, woozy, nauseous, maybe even a little faint - too much adrenaline in his system, too much energy spent fighting. His breathing was ragged as he stared up at Magnai, eyes glazed over. He made a whimpering sound and curled his arms around his stomach, batting uselessly at Magnai's hand as he felt it take hold of his cock. It was too much. He couldn't take any more. The smear of his own cum across his face felt like a brand.

And still, the worst part was the feeling of the plug stretching him from within. "Take it out," he said, his voice hoarse with all the sobbing he'd done. "You made your point. Just... Just take it out. Please." His eyes were watering, brimming over and beginning to drip down his face. He made a keening noise, the kind that he hated to hear from himself, that was painfully omega, reaching out for safety from an alpha. "Please."

Dmitri's cry rang in the small room, a piercing sound as if Magnai had run him through instead, his body surrendering to the penetration either way. The alpha's cock throbbed in its confines, barely appeased by the pressure of rubbing against the omega's thigh as he watched how Dmitri clamped tight around the plug, the slave's body unconsciously trying to milk the girth of it just like a knot, no matter how terrified Dmitri seemed of the prospect. Magnai's jaw set, feeling himself coil tight with all the anticipation of a predator longing to pounce, rigid with the effort it took to hold himself back as he kept the other pinned through the shaking that wracked Dmitri through his orgasm. The helplessness of it would be a lesson in itself.

"Had enough?" Magnai left the plug where it belonged, his slick-wet hand clamping down on Dmitri's nape as he leaned over the omega's body and blanketed it with his own. "All that fight, for what?" His voice was low and disdainful, the other hand pressing under Dmitri's stomach to curl around his spent cock. "This is ours now, Shenker. Every inch of you." He stroked him once, fist gliding tight and easy with the added lubrication of the omega's seed, "Your pleasure is ours too." Magnai's touch left him then, just to smear the mess of Dmitri's cum over the omega's cheek like a brand, "You make enough problems, I'll make sure you never cum again without permission," He growled, "No fucking other slaves, no trying to breed your hand in your bed at night. You'll have to beg for someone to fuck you just for the chance they let you while you're whining on their prick. You understand?"

[dmitri-shenker]

However perilously close to death Dmitri came, he wasn't aware of it. As much as alpha might hurt omega, might take them against their will, fuck them, bite them, they wanted omegas, to keep them like pretty baubles, the spoils of their conquest. Even if he would never have rationally, biology insisted that he trust. Sure enough, Magnai's teeth pulled away and the his soothing palm clamped down to stem the bleeding. At least, that's what instinct was telling Dmitri.

All at once, Dmitri's orgasm was on top of him, his cock spurting pathetically against the kitchen floor as he clenched down around Magnai's enormous knot. He sobbed through it and as soon as it was done, his bladder was releasing too, his body shaking with fear and Magnai's weight pressing on all the wrong parts. Piss flowed across the floorboards, pooling under Dmitri's stomach, dripping down his shins and into the fabric of his trousers, puddled around his ankles. He made a snuffling, hiccoughing noise and attempted to curl up beneath Magnai.

The separation between their bodies seemed to blur for a heady moment. Dmitri's blood spilled nearly molten into the alpha's mouth and Magnai only felt more bestial swallowing it down, the heat of it coursing through his own cold flesh, the animal vigor of their kind stoking the fever over the varcolac's mind as his prey cried out beneath him. He could feel the weak resistance of Dmitri's flesh beneath his fangs and how easy it would be to let his jaws snap shut, to consume him in truth. Dmitri's desperation might have been the only thing that saved him, an omega's fearful begging just enough to reach the oldest of Magnai's instincts.

The slave was splayed and surrendering, reeking of need. Whining for mercy, Shenker was still pressing back like he knew he wanted that girth inside of him. The alpha answered, wrenching his teeth free from Dmitri's skin and clamping a hand down over the imprint of his bite immediately, his reddened fangs gleaming as he bore his weight down on the other with his hips. Dmitri's body knew better than the slave did, knew how to clench tight to encourage him, leaking more slick around Magnai's cock as it swelled. With one final forceful grind, he buried himself past that last quiver of resistance, Magnai's head falling forwards with a guttural snarl as his peak wrenched through him, flooding the werewitch with his seed.

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri couldn't forgive himself for the noise he made as Magnai's insistent fingers pressed down against his prostate again and again and again. It was unabashed cruelty, knowing just how deeply it affected Dmitri and pursuing it despite it bringing Magnai no pleasure of his own. At least, that's what Dmitri thought. He pressed his face against the floor, preferring the unforgiving force there, needing something to remind his body that this was supposed to hurt. His cock wept, his body clamping down tighter and tighter. Just as he thought he was going to cum, Magnai's fingers disappeared and Dmtiri sobbed with relief, Magnai's persuasion the only thing preventing him from immediately curling into the foetal position.

"No, please. Please, no more," Dmitri whimpered in his native tongue as he felt Magnai settle over him again. His face was wet with tears by now, his whole body trembling. The thought of Magnai trying to fit his cock inside him made Dmtiri's mind fizzle with static. And then he felt the slow, unrelenting push of the plug, how it caught on his rim. Magnai pushed a little harder and, intentionally or not, forced Dmitri over the edge. He wailed as he came, his cock spurting between his stomach and the floor, staining both, the plug fully seated in his quivering hole, an unfamiliar weight.

The satisfaction of Dmitri obeying, however little the slave might've realized he was doing it, was immense. The sounds he was making were just as damning as the omega's scent and Magnai indulged in both for a long moment before he spoke again, barely recognizing his own low growl still rumbling in his chest. If they were anyone but who they were and any place but Krovs, it would've been intended to be a comforting sound, an answer to those lilting noises, emphasizing the alpha's presence to a distressed mate. Magnai though knew himself the cause of that distress and pressed forward anyways when he felt Dmitri jerk against him. His eyes bored into the other's face as he toyed with his body as if it was a new instrument he was learning to play, curling his fingers inside of him, his knuckles rocking against his prostate in a brutal massage. This was the thing that would take him apart?

Magnai knew what to do then, dragging out of Dmitri's hole with no warning and standing with a curt "Stay", still in Russian, persuasion dropping the word onto Dmitri's chest like a weight. He went through the drawers the slave had left hanging open and returned to him with a heavy metal plug in his hand, wider than the stretch of Magnai's fingers had been. "I think I know what training you need." He tugged Dmitri to him again, the bulge of his cock pressing against the other's thigh. "You supposed to take that when you're crying from only my fingers?" The tip of the plug sunk into Dmitri's hole with barely any resistance, Magnai palming him open with one hand to watch as he teased the toy into him. "Breathe." He could feel when the stretch began to strain the slave again, rim slick and taut around unforgiving steel, but there was little denying Dmitri's body what his biology had primed him to do. Magnai only had to press a little harder before he felt the give of quivering muscle inside of him and the plug slid fully home, the omega's hole spasming tight as Dmitri could manage now above the flared base.

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri giggled, that manic energy that had been with him when he'd first arrived at Krovs crackling through him again. Whenever he really, truly got to misbehave he rode on the high of it for days, weeks, even, afterwards. The chance to play with Magnai like this, however short lived, could sustain him for a long while after it was over - and play he would. There was powerful urge to vengeance, especially with access to all of his powers again. He pinched Magnai's cheek, then pulled his hand back so that Magnai could watch the electricity sparking between his fingers.

"You like e-stim? Was my specialty when someone pay me to dom. I can be very mean with it. Big strong men like it when you make them cry like little baby." Suddenly, viciously, he gripped Magnai's nipple, letting the electricity crackle against the flesh for a long moment, before he took his hand back. "Dis one on me. You deserve it. I go fetch some toys." He patted Magnai's cheek patronisingly before disappearing into a playroom to help himself to some unattended toys.

Magnai's hackles raised as the slave drew closer, blunt teeth flashing before Dmitri's hand was darting out to grab his face. He jerked against the grip just as hard as he'd tried to escape the chains and it got him as far as his previous struggles had: nowhere. If the Russian's accent wasn't enough to expose him, those angular features did the trick. Bitter anger roiled in Magnai's gut that one he detested so thoroughly would see him in this state. He forced his lips to close again, no matter how badly he still wanted to snap at the omega for daring to touch him, for the fact that in this state it still felt good to be touched at all no matter how much he loathed the little bastard.

If he couldn't retaliate, he could still grasp onto composure - a thought that flew from the would-be alpha's head immediately at the crack of Dmitri's palm against his ass. "You still have a chance to keep your life if you walk away now, Shenker," Magnai growled, nothing but venom in his eyes. Seven digit fine be damned, if the omega pressed his luck, the hunter would shoulder it and add tip.

[dmitri-shenker]

The worst part of all was that it didn't hurt, at least, not in a physical sense. Dmitri had been wet when Hunter had fucked him, but not nearly so much, had still felt the pain, had torn even, from Hunter's over-eagerness with his almost entirely unused hole. With an alpha touching him, it was rolling down Magnai's fingers in beads, an awful squelching sound echoing around the room. In his sheer horror at what was happening to him, Dmitri unwittingly followed Magnai's instruction. His howling died off, reduced to snuffling whimpers, hysterical crying turned into hiccoughing gasps of breath.

Dmitri's cock was hard, red and weeping against his stomach, the head sweeping through the light dusting of hair there. He had the body of a stereotypical omega male - smaller, sleeker, feminine in the narrowness of his waist and the flare of his hipbones, prominent, pink nipples. Dmitri even liked to show it off, wore his femininity like armour, in leathers and grunge. Right now he had none of it to make him feel right in his body and he could feel Magnai's fingers pulling him apart, molding him into a new shape. He was opening up around him. As Magnai's fingers found his prostate, he moaned, a strange, almost gurgling sound as he cut off his own intake of breath, twisting on Magnai's fingers as his body spasmed, cock jumping once again. For all Dmitri hated it in the confines of his own head, his body seemed to welcome Magnai, delight in his touch. He shook his head, hair tumbling over his eyes, obscuring what was happening to him from his view.

Magnai wasn't a stranger to seeing a slave revert like this, the fearful ones who slid into hysteria, far beyond typical anger or rejection. Often times it was the ones who were the most vehement in their protests who broke down the hardest once they realized they had no escape. There was no training to be done when the mind lit itself on fire like that, the alpha knew well nothing with any detail or subtlety would register and stick. Sometimes, the hysteria itself was a punishment. But that was typical to a slave being afraid of pain or mutilation, not the simple act of sex that would define their tenure at Krovs. Dmitri's terror of this most basic of things was... different.

It still did not inspire any sympathy. The omega was acting as if the world was ending around him before he'd even been fucked. Clearly Magnai's task was to prove to him it wouldn't. His nostrils flared, eyes fixed to where Dmitri's glistening rim was stretched around him, but he tested his insides with a clinical detachment, fingers dragging with intent against those fluttering walls, scissoring apart inside him to gauge his tightness. The slave was hot as a furnace there, the slick dripping down Magnai's wrist. Whatever Dmitri's mind couldn't handle, his body was more than ready for. "Тише," Magnai muttered, lapsing easily into the other wolf's tongue, "Or are you going to lie to me and tell me that it hurts?"

[dmitri-shenker]

There was simply nothing Dmitri could do. Even with Hunter or Gareth or any of the other Masters that had forced their way upon him so far, he hadn't felt quite so powerless, so impotent. Magnai was on top of him, was inside him and every cell in his body was screaming out for him - for his alpha. Dmitri's conscious mind couldn't tolerate it, had withdrawn into base, animal instinct. He was thrusting back without meaning to, without even knowing that he was, really, grinding against Magnai's cock.

The feeling of Magnai's teeth breaking his skin made Dmitri howl, his body spasming. He twisted his face to one side, bearing his neck in submission. Magnai owned him now. He could do whatever he wanted with Dmitri's little body. He was going to mate Dmitri and pump him full of pups. If his logical, conscious mind knew that that couldn't be the case at Krovs, it wasn't answering. With every thrust Dmitri was weaker. There was no chance of escape now. As he felt the knot beginning to form inside him, he resumed his wailing. "Nyet, nyet. Please. I can't. Please, Alpha."

It wasn't done yet, the hybrid's instincts were insisting to him, it wouldn't be until Magnai had possessed the slave completely, knotted him, bred him, that the threat of another taking what was his would pass. Dmitri squirmed beneath the alpha's weight and Magnai's hands moved to anchor the other's wrists, a warning growl sounding from deep in his throat, bearing his chest down against Dmitri's back. No matter how the slave had protested Dmitri's body seemed to plead for him, stretched wide around each hammering thrust as Magnai's pace grew urgent, fucking into the wiry omega like a man centuries starved of pleasure and warmth.

Perhaps he was. Magnai could count on one hand how many times he'd endured rut with one of his own kind and for this reason, for the haze of primal lust that sunk its claws into his mind. Every one of his senses was dominated by Dmitri underneath him, the kitchen filled with the obscene slap of skin on skin, the omega's feeble noises, the sharp salt of Dmitri's sweat mingling with the musk of their fucking. their tangled scents. Mine, he though, unavoidably violent and Magnai had no ability or desire to anymore hold back from burying the sharp line of his fangs in the curve of Dmitri's shoulder. Heat seemed to flood his system as the werewitch's blood pooled in his mouth and that slender body rippled tight around him, the snarl it pried out muffled by Dmitri's flesh as Magnai's hips circled close to feel the desperate clenching of the omega's rim over his burgeoning knot.

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri had been plagued by nightmares like this, ever since he was a child of eight or nine and first learnt that sex and breeding might apply to him and not just the animals they hunted in the forest. His father had taken him to watch the rabbits, explained that each thing had its season, where the rabbit kits came from. And then when he'd returned, Artem had gripped him by the arm, told little Dmitri what had been done to him under the Tsar's regime, shown him the scars on his belly, whispered that an alpha would do the same to him given half a chance. He still remembered Artem's wide, crazed eyes; the long, greasy, mousy-brown hair he refused to wash, like the rest of his body, because he held so much loathing for his own physical form; the sound of his screams as the Kremlin's men had dragged him away as Thalia had carried Dmitri to safety. Looking up at Magnai, naked, his leg crush beneath Magnai's body and the scent of Magnai's arousal thick in the room, Dmitri could hear Artem again, and his own eyes just as wide and crazed.

"Nyet nyet nyet nyet nyet." Dmitri's fingers scrabbled against the floor, frantic, realising what Magnai was going to do barely a moment before he felt the awful push of Magnai's fingers inside him. It didn't hurt the way Dmitri felt it was supposed to, not with the amount of slick squelching out of him, overflowing around Magnai's thick fingers. He twisted, an awful, low, hoarse howl in his throat, the noise of an animal that had just felt a bear trap close around its body. His teeth snapped ineffectively at whatever part of Magnai was closest, though they had no hope of reaching. Impotent tears had welled up in his eyes. Whatever Magnai was saying to him, Dmitri could barely hear it, his sense overwhelmed, his entire existence condensed to the singular point where Magnai was penetrating him, pressing at his insides. Another involuntary, thick gush of slick dribble out of him. He'd reverted into Russian without meaning to, his no turned into a mantra, a plea. "Nyet nyet nyet."

Magnai had lived the vast majority of his long years away from other wolves, from the silent communication of scent and pack structure, the demands of their own unique hierarchy. Even his ruts he handled as solitary as he'd always preferred it, or foisted his lust onto other species capable of handling an alpha's undivided focus. That didn't mean Magnai was ignorant to the scent of heat on another. Dmitri wasn't there yet, but the strength of the arousal that had been forced on the omega was nearly as strong, nearly as dangerously enticing. He wondered the specifics of Gideon's compulsion, if breeding him would satisfy the depths of the slave's hunger to be dominated and if not, what would. A dangerous line of thought.

Magnai's expression was stormy with his musings as he watched the slave squirm and snarl, dropping Dmitri's cock to grab him at the hip before he could get onto his belly. "You think you aren't behaving, Shenker? You're already trying to present for me." This line of antagonization wasn't typical for the hybrid, but he could see how it rankled the slave, dug deep into that rage in him, the latent shame. "Typical omega," He muttered dismissively even as he yanked Dmitri back against him, straddling one of his glistening thighs, a crooked hold, "Trying to get out of trouble with his cunt." Magnai made no move to free himself from his clothes, no matter the urgency of how hard his cock was pressing up against his fly. He dragged his fingers through the mess of slick, screwing two of them with little warning into the desperate clenching of Dmitri's hole, "Go ahead and convince me you aren't exactly where you need to be."

[dmitri-shenker]

So far, Dmitri had had few dealings with the Council directly. Gideon had seemed far more interested in a psychological solution to Dmitri's acting out, although so far it had only riled Dmitri further. Likewise Roland and Stigr had been irritated with him, though he knew that they both found those sorts of punishments rather distasteful - and Roland had Rhys to appease as well. Still, they were only a small group among the total, and Dmitri had heard unsettling things about Raphael's appetite for mutilation. As Magnai released his hold on Dmitri's balls, Dmitri renewed his attempts to get away and managed to rotate partially onto his stomach, though Magnai's hand on his cock remained.

"You're the one that's touching it," he hissed. For someone threatening to get rid of them entirely, so far Magnai had more of an interest in Dmitri's cock and balls than anyone else at the castle. Despite his bravado, Dmitri could smell Magnai's arousal now, found himself caught in some kind of feedback loop with it as a gush of slick rushed between his legs. Magnai could probably see that he was wet from this angle. The smell must have been overwhelming - it certainly was for Dmitri. "You want me to behave for you? Am not going to. I'll behave in my fucking grave."

Magnai latched onto that fear, satisfied. A base, instinctive kind of terror for the slave with all his ideological protests to fall prey to, but that was typically the case. It was easy to come to peace with death, less so to do the same with mutilation. It only told him it was the appropriate threat to make for this particular case. "For now, it might be," He said flatly, finally releasing his hold, "I'll take it to the council myself. Let them vote on whether or not they'd like you better gelded. Not like you need this for anything anymore, do you?" Magnai's fist closed around Dmitri's straining prick, only holding it, the length of him burning hot against the varcolac's cool palm as he watched the omega's chest shudder with his breaths. There was no denying the alpha's own arousal now, but he ignored it steadfastly with a clinical sort of focus. "You keep making a nuisance of yourself and what do you think their decision will be?"

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri stopped thinking. He’d been caught mid-breath when Magnai’s cock breached him, seemed to forget how to do it entirely as Magnai seated himself deep inside. His lungs burned until he choked, then he took a huge gasp of air, as if Magnai had been holding him underwater and had only just let him up. He trembled beneath the weight of Magnai’s body. He’d never taken anything so big - it felt like Magnai’s cock was somewhere up in his rib cage, his throat even. Some secret part of Dmitri, some omega part, was finally satiated after being denied what it had needed for so long.

It didn’t hurt, at least, not like Dmitri had been expecting it to. There was a little burn from the sudden stretch of Dmitri’s hole, spread wider than it had ever been, but he was plenty wet. His traitorous body was eager for penetration, had been preparing for it for a long while. His wailing had died down to a sniffling hiccough, his hands scrabbling against Magnai’s trying to find purchase on something, anything. Conscious, decision-making Dmitri, brave and furious Dmitri, the Dmitri that wanted control, alpha Dmitri, had gone entirely offline. He turned his head, nose pressing against one of Magnai’s arms, trying to scent.

Dmitri's sobbing set his instincts against each other too, the sound of desperate prey inches from his jaws and of an omega's distress, a vulnerability crying out for him to soothe it. Magnai would quiet him, or else pry out far better noises. Dmitri's writhing did nothing to keep the alpha from wrestling the slave's sweats down around his knees, fabric dragging through the mess of slick on the other's thighs, the scent of him even stronger now with nothing left between the two. The very tip of him caught at Dmitri's hole on the first surge of his hips, might've slipped free if not for how wet the wolf was, how willingly Dmitri's body opened up at the slightest pressure. Easy. Eager to be taken.

He sunk in more than halfway on the first thrust, snarling at the shocking, blissful heat of him, tight as vise and twitching around Magnai's cock. There was no technique, no thought beyond bullying deeper into that slender body until the alpha was grinding tight against Dmitri's flesh, smearing the other's wetness against his own hips with a hiss of pleasure. He was breathing heavily without the need for it, bound fast enough in the grips of rut that the wolf seemed to dominate the part of the varcolac that was dead. He braced both hands on the floor on either side of Dmitri's head, put all the heaviness of his weight behind the next slow, claiming thrust, making the slave feel every inch he had taken.

[dmitri-shenker]

The squeeze was torturous. As much as Dmitri squirmed, trying to jostle Magnai's grip loose, he almost feared that a twist in the wrong direction would pop his testicles off entirely. Tears had formed at the corners of his eyes, watering with the pain. And then finally the grip loosened and Dmtiri could breathe again. He took several deep, ragged breaths, his whole torso flush, cock red and angry. If Magnai had spoken any sooner, Dmitri wouldn't have been able to hear him, entirely drowned out by the rushing sound of his own blood in his ears.

"You- You wouldn't. That's not allowed." There was true fear in Dmitri's eyes now, wide with horror as he looked up at Magnai. He'd heard of werewolf clans that did such things to their male omegas in the ancient, backward belief that castration made them more fertile, or obedient, or both. Dmitri's father had always told him it was barbaric, that a good alpha would never ever allow it. Krovs, too, frowned on the mutilation of it's property. "You're disgusting."

Magnai watched the slave writhe for a long, intent moment, inhaling slow with his lips parted to draw in the scent of Dmitri's desperation. He had never been cruel just for his own gratification, but the slave's body was begging in a primal language his own knew easily how to respond to and the urge was hot in his veins, curling low in his gut. Dmitri couldn't know his tormentor was feeling a similar surge of resentment towards his own flesh, wrestling the temptation down again in deference to the more important work he had intended to do here. He was in control.

Magnai's grip slackened around that hot, fragile flesh, but his hand remained, a clear threat. He waited long enough for Dmitri to catch his breath, only watching him, eyes glittering, until he saw a bit more clarity in that dark gaze. "Behave, whelp," He growled finally, "Or I cut these off. You understand?"

[dmitri-shenker]

Dmitri's hands flew over his head to protect himself, certain that the knife Magnai had just pulled out of his thigh was going through his skull. His whole body throbbed with panic. He was hyperventilating now, heart rating soaring out of control. All the adrenaline only caused another flood of slick, staining his trousers with even more damp. Then he was being dragged backwards, the wooden grain of the floorboards burning against his bare stomach as it happened. He reached desperately for another knife but they were too far away now. Even if he popped his shoulders out of his sockets he wouldn't be able to close a hand around one.

He heard Magnai undo his belt buckle and lashed out, frantically, with his bare hands, trying to scratch Magnai somewhere, anywhere. Nothing seemed to affect him. Rut had turned him into an invincible powerhouse. Dmitri could feel the head of Magnai's cock pressing between his cheeks, against his asshole, through the sodden fabric of his sweatpants, then Magnai's fingers curling around his waistband. "Nyet. Nyet." He thrashed his legs, but it did little more than grind him back against Magnai's cock. Magnai was rubbing his scent all over Dmitri, claiming him as a prize of rut and there was nothing else Dmitri could do. He began to wail, bawling like a baby, tears rolling down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

The pain was hot and sudden; Magnai barely registered where it had come from until Dmitri was scrambling for another weapon. His quarry was fighting back it seemed, and the wolf could barely see through the haze of red it brought on to think that Dmitri would even dare to. He relinquished one hand to yank the knife from his thigh, cool blood flowing to drip onto the ground before the wound knit itself together again and Magnai slammed the blade down into the floor again far too close to Dmitri's head with a sharp growl of warning. The omega's words meant less than nothing. Magnai knew what he was, they both did, he was sure the moment he pressed inside of him that the little slut would buckle just like the last time. His scent was begging for it.

Magnai leaned back on his knees, releasing Dmitri's head to grab for his hips with both broad hands and yanking the slave's ass back against him and out of reach of the scattered knives. Dmitri was already damningly wet and the varcolac's hunger took a decisive turn towards the carnal at the sight of the grey fabric soaked dark. Magnai pulled himself free from his clothes without hesitation, pressing the hard line of his cock against that inviting dampness, grinding down into the cleft of Dmitri's ass through the thin barrier of his clothes as Magnai fell over him again, chest to the slave's back. His nose pressed into the place behind Dmitri's ear to drag in another lungful of that heat-scent, hand dragging down to tug at the other's waistband even as he continued to rut against him, heavy and insistent, letting his instincts bind him up tighter in lust rather than rage. Dmitri's heart pounded still, a siren's call, and Magnai's tongue laved over his skin, tasting him, the salt-tang of the omega's sweat and the flutter of his pulse beneath.