#dmitri3

[ravisurendra]

for @dmitri-shenker

It was all going so quickly from bad to worse. Soren had made it to the castle just to be told flatly to his face there was nothing to be done and if it was just the outfit, maybe he might've been able to manage it. But the thing between his legs was an entirely different fucking story. Nobody seemed keen to give the human straight answers and Soren was desperate enough to seek out maybe the only person at Krovs who was ever straightforward with him. The guards had instructed him where to find Dmitri with knowing smirks, saying only to look for the nurse. What the hell that meant he only puzzled out at the end of his rope with exasperation, when he'd nearly given up only to run into a trim young woman in an extremely tight latex costume and a slave collar. "Dmitri?" Soren managed, eyes huge as they travelled up from long, slim legs that had no business being familiar in such an unfamiliar shape. "Is that really -- fucking hell, do I need your help."

[magnais]

Magnai flashed his teeth back defiantly, triumphant at the flash of anger in the omega's face. All it proved to him was that he'd been correct. Misplaced rage and envy, all the werewitch was to Magnai's eyes. The tightness in his throat when Dmitri squeezed was another unpleasant novelty but Magnai still managed to rasp, "That simple, Shenker? Going to kill me? Will that get you out of this place?" He was dizzy and aching and still painfully aroused. It didn't even matter if the omega dared to try.

The bite brought out a more visceral protesting snarl, tugging at something instinctive that lingered in the alpha's subconscious, even in this human body. Or was that the animal fear that came with mortality? Too many signals, all of them crossed, tangling even further as Dmitri's hand wrapped around his cock. This time Magnai did bite his tongue, blood flooding his mouth hot and coppery. There was no twisting away from it. The cuffs dug sharply into his wrists; his legs had buckled completely, pain flooding his mind with bright, white light. It still did not soften him. Magnai felt his body like it was a stranger's, panting through the alienation of it, speechless with rage.

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?"

[magnais]

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 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.

[magnais]

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 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.

[magnais]

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.

The Undercroft seemed to be emptying out, slowly but surely, as slaves were ensnared by some master or other or else took advantage of the chaos themselves. How could anyone blame them? They scarcely saw anything else. Even if they only wanted to go as far as the gardens unattended, Dmitri could respect it. Then there had come a second wave of commotion, one Dmitri hadn't been able to pinpoint. He had to see for himself.

Magnai's scent should have reached him first, and it did, but not in a way that Dmitri recognised. Any tinge of alpha, of wolf, had been removed from it. Still, Dmitri's heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the man who'd hurt him so, had terrorised him for those several long days. He stared long and hard, composed himself. Magnai smelt human - oh how the balance of the scales had tipped. Dmitri broke out in a broad grin, approaching boldly, a saunter in his step.

"No, I don't think it is. I want to see you." He grabbed hold of Magnai's chin to get a better look at him, hold his stare. Dmitri couldn't keep a straight face, he erupted into giggles, his breasts heaving in the latex dress. He was quite unphased by his own predicament, but Magnai, Magnai looked rattled. A hand smacked against Magnai's rump. "What did I do to deserve this, hmm? It looks good on you, Maggy."

[ravisurendra]

"No!" Soren huffed, though his indignation was tempered by Dmitri's persistence. As foreign as the appendage was, there was no denying that the same tricks were affective getting him worked up. The thing wasn't hard, so to speak, certainly plumping in Dmitri's hand as Soren's breaths grew heavier, eyes going glassy as he watched the werewitch experimenting. It was more that he could see it -- waking up, getting more pliable the longer Dmitri handled him, and Soren nearly choked when the other licked up the side of the tentacle and he watched it rub back against the wolf's tongue. his thighs jumping a bit further apart totally of their own accord.

"Dmitri," Soren had to close his eyes, free hand gripping fiercely onto the bedding. This pleasure was hot, radiating gently over the skin of his chest and thighs, like he'd been sitting in a sauna too long, fallen asleep by the pool. "What kind of question is that?" He managed feebly. He sank down onto an elbow, brow furrowed hard as his mind frantically tried to pick apart the new sensations. He felt totally at the werewitch's mercy, no matter that Dmitri was technically the one on his knees.

"No? You didn't have cheeky wank when you saw it?" Dmitri giggled, the timbre of it a little different to usually, though anyone would have been hard pressed to say it was higher in pitch. As a woman, Dmitri was really rather butch, to compliment what a feminine man he preferred to exist as. "Shame. It's pretty. Not as pretty as your normal dick, but eh."

He pushed Soren's thighs a little more open so he could settle a little closer between them as he continued to stroke the tentacle. As he changed hands, he raised his thumb to his mouth to taste the fluid, curious. It had a strange, acidic quality. Dmitri quite liked it. He decided that he did dare, in fact and leant forward to lathe his tongue against the blue appendage. "You into hentai?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren felt a prickle of trepidation immediately when Dmitri crouched, holding his jacket a little tighter to himself even as his thighs crept apart. Hell, he looked good. There was that strange tug again, a squirming feeling low in his stomach that was both familiar and totally foreign. "Not exactly buttering me up here," Soren said, voice pitching up higher than usual, but he didn't stop him. He twitched at the exact same time as Dmitri did, a choked yelp rising in Soren's throat at the first brush of his fingers. He certainly hadn't touched the damn thing, overwhelmed enough by the feeling of having to wrangle the new appendage back into the leather pants.

"Maybe you're having fun," Soren said, voice strained and tight. It shouldn't have felt so unfamiliar. Dmitri's petting sent a strange fluttery pleasure through him, muscles flexing in the small of his back, absent the usual drive to press his hips up into what felt good. He caught just a peek of deep blue undulating underneath Dmitri's hand and had shut his eyes quickly, overcome with the bizarreness of the whole situation. Even the feel of Dmitri's fingers dragging against the skin (was it skin?) quickly evolved, rubbing easier, slicker - the fucking thing was getting wet, curling against Dmitri's hand. "It wasn't doing that earlier," Soren mumbled into his hand, so hot with embarrassment he was sure the wolf could smell it on him.

Slowly, purposefully, Dmitri slipped off the end of the bed and onto his knees in front of Soren. There was something about the little flush of humiliation he could see in Soren's expression that did things for Dmitri, a crackle of want running up his spine, making him shiver. From this angle, Soren had an eyeful of Dmitri's tits, heaving in the confines of the latex. His fingers moved for Soren's zipper.

"Okay, lets see your freaky dick, then. Can't be worse than alpha's cock. You ever seen a knot? Nasty." He reached a hand inside Soren's fly. Whatever he'd been expecting, the feeling of a tentacle against his palm made him jerk in surprise, briefly, before he took a breath. "Oh. Oh I see. Someone thinks they very funny. No, you just have to cope." His palm stroked over it, intrigued by the texture, the way it moved, back and forth in a lazy handjob. "Or you make it fun, Da?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren couldn't help but laugh, still strained as he watched Dmitri preen. "I'm not nervous about you," He responded. Not more nervous than usual when it came to the werewitch, but that was getting easier too. He sunk down to sit on the edge of the mattress as he watched the flames flickering in Dmitri's hand, a glow of interest in the human's eyes at the display. It was nearly enough to distract him from the issue, if Dmitri hadn't vividly reminded him in the very next moment.

He cringed at the notion, feeling a tug low in his groin as if the fucking thing was reacting to the suggestion, which was completely ridiculous -- but no more so than being saddled with an appendage straight out of a fetish comic to begin with. "Something like that," Soren mumbled. Was he going to have to say it out loud? Of course he was. "Someone must've thought it'd be funny to watch the human have to deal with something... not that." He hadn't even realized until he'd had to slip into the restroom. "As long as it actually wears off, I'll find a way to - manage it."

"Don't be nervous. I like it when you look." Dmitri admired himself in the floor length mirror hung up on one of the walls. Whoever had thought up this outfit had some pretty specific fantasies, but Dmitri was enjoying fulfilling them. He'd play nurse to Soren's doctor any day. "Valentin is in Wild West outfit. We find two more we can be woke Village People."

He turned back to Soren, a teasing eyebrow raised. "Da. Like this." He raised a hand and let Soren watch a flame dance as it shifted between his fingertips. He extinguished it again and tipped his head as he listened, his gaze slowly panning down to where Soren was holding his jacket like a shield. "No. You wait for it to wear off. Unless you want me to burn your dick off. Is your dick, right? Or is it pussy right now?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren got stuck somewhere between preening and mortification at the fact that Dmitri, and thank God that was actually Dmitri, didn't think he looked as ridiculous as he felt. He still tugged at the waistband of his trousers self-consciously, painfully aware of how much of his happy trail was on display. "I - you look good. You look great." Funny how much of Dmitri's typical playful androgyny came through in this shape, just angled a different way. The costume was still a little silly but the shape it was showing off...

He let the slave herd him into one of the nearby rooms, glancing anxiously over his shoulder until Dmitri had shut them both inside. Then Soren actually got a good look at the contents of said room and he came up short. Gaping at the equipment hanging up on the walls, he just managed to hear Dmitri's cheeky little comment, swallowing as he forced his eyes back to the other. He couldn't make himself sit down though he helplessly walked closer. The embarrassment was returning with a vengeance now that he had to explain himself. "Listen, you can do magic typically, yeah? Since those things they have you wear aren't working?" He gestured towards the collar, other hand very decidedly still holding his balled up jacket in front of his hips. "The consultants here say they can't reverse any of this but I swear they're just bluffing so the masters can have their fun. Do you know how to change any of it back? The... biological stuff?"

Dmitri was having the time of his life. It seemed almost everyone else was having an adverse reaction to the various spells, from annoyance to outright horror, but Dmitri felt entirely calm, in his element. Especially with Magnai chained up in another corner of the Undercroft. "Da?" He turned, recognising the voice. Soren certainly looked stressed, but seemed to have gotten off lightly at first glance. Whoever had cast that certainly had a taste Dmitri could approve of. He whistled, his gaze fixed on just how low those trousers sat. "You look good. We look good, you don't think?"

Clearly there was something else on Soren's mind. Probably something private given the nature of the spells. He shepherded Soren into one of the available playrooms and shut the door, sitting down on the bed. He tapped the mattress beside himself for Soren to join him. "Tell Nurse Dmitri what is wrong, Pretty Boy. She makes it better."