Female Alastor, Femslash one-shots

by Alastorarepair (Mushishield), Mushishield

Summary:

Just one-shots of Femslash pairings with Female Alastor.

this is just something for the femslash readers out here.

aka don't like femslash don't read.

Chapter 1: Human Au, Bouncer Adam/jazz singer Alastor

The city skyline was painted in warm, golden tones as the sun began to set, casting a peaceful glow over the bustling streets. Adam stood by the entrance of the club, her tailored suit perfectly fitted and accentuating her features. Her glossy brown hair was styled carefully, each strand in place. The club, Radio Reverie, hummed with life as glasses clinked and jazz melodies filled the air.

Adam's eyes swept over the crowd, searching for someone specific amidst the sea of people. Alastor.

Known as the Radio Dame, Alastor was the star of the night. She exuded vintage glamour in her deep red dress that hugged her figure and shimmered in the low light. Her wavy dark red hair framed her sharp, elegant face and every movement she made was captivating. Intricate beadwork adorned her gown and added to her mesmerizing appearance.

But it wasn't just her looks that caught Adam's attention. It was her voice, a sultry contralto that wrapped around each jazz note and enraptured every listener. As Alastor finished her latest number and made her way to the bar to chat with regulars, Adam's heart beat faster in her chest.

For weeks, Adam had admired Alastor from afar. Despite being confident in her role as the club's bouncer, the idea of approaching someone as dazzling as Alastor made her nerves jangle. What if Alastor found her plain? What if she wasn't good enough for someone so radiant?

Adam let out a nervous sigh and fiddled with the ring on her pinky finger, trying to gather the courage to cross the room. Just as she took a step forward, a voice shattered the tranquil ambiance of the club.

“Alastor, my darling!”

Adam's heart skipped a beat as the voice echoed through the room. Her jaw clenched as she turned to see a man saunter in, his sleek, modern suit glimmering with subtle circuitry patterns. His smug grin and synthetic charm oozed insincerity as he approached Alastor, his hands spread wide as though expecting an embrace.

“Vox,” Alastor greeted, her voice steady but cool. The tension between them was palpable, like two opposing forces ready to clash.

“To what do I owe this... surprise?” she added icily.

“Oh, you know me, doll. Can’t stay away from the best thing to ever happen to me.” His tone dripped with affected sweetness, but Adam didn't miss the flicker of annoyance in Alastor’s eyes or the way her fingers tightened around her glass.

“You mean the best thing you ruined?” Alastor shot back, her smile sharp like a blade.

The exchange sent a pang of anger through Adam’s chest. So this was Alastor's ex? The fucker had cheated on her, then had the nerve to blame her for it. No wonder Alastor seemed so tense and guarded. She had fought tooth and nail to get all her belongings out of Vox's apartment because he refused to hand them over.

“Come on, doll,” Vox said, leaning closer. “You know I didn't mean for things to end that way. Let's not dwell on the past. How about we talk somewhere more... private?”

Alastor stiffened, her professional facade wavering for a moment. “Vox, I believe I've made it clear—” But before she could finish her sentence, Vox grabbed her and forced a kiss on her lips. Alastor struggled against him, trying to break free.

That's when Adam heard a shout.

“Hey!”

Her own voice rang out before she even realized she had shouted. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as all eyes, including Alastor's, turned towards her. Vox let go of Alastor and narrowed his eyes, scanning her up and down with disdain.

“And who are you supposed to be?” he sneered.

Adam stepped forward, her stance solid and unwavering. “The person who’s telling you to leave her alone.” Her voice was firm and resolute, ready to defend Alastor no matter what.

The room fell silent, the tension thick. Vox's arrogant smirk faltered for a split second before he leaned back, his confidence quickly returning.

"Is that so?" he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Adam didn't hesitate. "Whatever it takes."

Vox let out a sharp, glitchy laugh that grated on Adam's nerves. "You've got guts, I'll give you that." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to grab her shoulder.

Big mistake.

In one swift movement, Adam twisted out of his grasp and delivered a powerful punch to his jaw. The impact sent Vox stumbling backwards, his polished shoes scuffing against the floor as the crowd erupted in gasps and murmurs.

"You'll regret that," Vox growled through gritted teeth, his anger evident in his distorted voice.

Adam stood her ground, her fists still clenched. "Try me, asshole."

For a moment, it seemed like Vox might retaliate, but the collective stares of the patrons - and a sharp, delighted laugh from Alastor - stopped him. With a huff, Vox adjusted his suit and shot one last glare at Adam before storming out of the club, his skinny form trembling with fury as he went.

The room buzzed with whispers and murmurs, but Adam barely noticed. Her adrenaline was still pumping as she turned to face Alastor, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

"You didn't have to do that," Alastor said with genuine gratitude in her tone.

Adam sheepishly scratched the back of her neck. "I couldn't just stand by and watch him bother you."

Alastor tilted her head and flashed a soft smile, her crimson lips curling upwards. "Well, aren't you a charming knight in a black and red suit?"

Adam chuckled nervously, not sure how to respond. Before she could think of something to say, Alastor stepped closer, her intoxicating perfume - a mix of roses and smoky undertones - filling Adam's senses.

"Thank you," Alastor murmured, leaning in to lightly kiss Adam's cheek. Her warm lips left a tingling sensation that made Adam's heart race.

"You're my sweet knight," Alastor continued with a playful grin. "We should grab coffee sometime. I'd love to get to know my gallant defender better."

Adam blinked in surprise, her thoughts still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. "I-I would like that," she stammered, a goofy smile spreading across her face.

Alastor let out a musical laugh before turning and walking away, her dress swaying with each graceful step. Adam stood there in a daze as the club gradually returned to its lively atmosphere.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. For weeks, she had thought herself invisible to Alastor, but now she had been given the chance to get to know her better.

As the thrill of the night settled, Adam smirked to herself. Maybe this was the beginning of something beautiful. And she was more than willing to be Alastor's knight, always ready to save her princess no matter what challenges came their way.

Chapter 2: Forbidden Feast (Fem!Alastor/Fem!Lucifer)

Lucifer  reclined in the parlor of the Hotel, her legs stretched out before her as she sipped a ruby-red concoction from her crystalline goblet. The light from the chandelier above cast a warm, ethereal glow on her porcelain skin, making it seem almost otherworldly. Her sharp golden eyes, full of both disinterest and sharp calculation, scanned the room with ease. Every move she made was one of grace and power, from the way she held herself to the elegant white and pink suit that hugged her curves perfectly.

The faint sound of laughter echoed from the dining hall, where Charlie, was entertaining the Hotel’s guests.
Lucifer’s attention, however, was elsewhere. A familiar scent—coppery, metallic, and rich—drifted to her keen senses. Her lips curled into a small smirk as recognition dawned.

Rising gracefully from her seat, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoed against the floor as she followed the intoxicating scent. It led her down a dimly lit corridor and into the kitchen, where the air was thick with the heady aroma of freshly spilled blood.

And there she was—Alastor. The radio demon herself. But as Lucifer gazed upon the hauntingly beautiful figure before her, she couldn't help but feel that the title fell short in describing her. Alastor's crimson eyes glowed with an intensity that was almost blinding. Her wide, predatory grin revealed sharp teeth as she tore into the carcass of a hapless sinner.

The sight was... mesmerizing. Alastor was unhinged yet graceful, like a wild animal reveling in its kill. Her tailored vintage dress, now stained with splatters of blood, clung to her figure in a way that Lucifer found both alluring and distracting. A strange heat coiled in her chest and lower; much to her annoyance, she wanted to possess this dangerous creature.

“You could at least use a napkin,” Lucifer quipped, her voice smooth as silk, though a faint huskiness betrayed her true desires as her gaze lingered on Alastor.

Alastor looked up, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she licked her blood-streaked lips with deliberate slowness. Her eyes glinted with mischief.

She knew exactly how to push Lucifer's buttons and relished in the power it gave her. “Ah, my queen! What a delightful surprise to see you here,” she said, her tone playful and flirtatious, laced with her signature static undertone. “Would you care to join me for a... snack?”

Lucifer stepped forward, her petite frame barely reaching Alastor’s chest. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but admire the way the dim light illuminated Alastor’s face, accentuating the sly glint in her eyes. “As tempting as that sounds,” Lucifer murmured, her gaze drifting to the trail of blood running down Alastor’s chin, “you know this kind of behavior is frowned upon in Charlie’s little hotel.”

Alastor tilted her head innocently, but there was no mistaking the mischief dancing in her eyes. “Oh, my dear queen, I was simply... tidying up the mess. Surely you understand the importance of maintaining appearances?”

 

A deep, rumbling chuckle threatened to escape Lucifer’s lips as she fought to maintain her composure. Alastor’s audacity was both infuriating and captivating. This cute sinner never failed to surprise her with her boldness and quick-wittedness, a trait that both intrigued and amused her. As they stood locked in their usual verbal sparring match, it sent a familiar thrill through her, stoking a primal desire that burned deep within her. It was a fiery inferno, consuming her and making her crave Alastor’s presence, her touch.

 

In that moment, Lucifer wanted nothing more than to possess Alastor, the thought of claiming Alastor as her own and making her scream with pleasure. Her dark thoughts sent shivers down her spine, and a lustful grin spread across her lips. Oh yes, she definitely wanted to fuck her.

But the moment was shattered by a sudden yell from behind them. Both women turned to see Charlie standing in the doorway, her golden eyes wide with horror.

“Mom! Alastor! What is going on here?!” Charlie's voice was filled with shock and confusion, causing Lucifer to straighten immediately, her expression shifting to one of exaggerated disapproval.

She turned to Alastor, folding her arms around her chest with theatrical flair. “Honestly, Alastor. Must you indulge in such barbaric habits? It’s unbecoming.” She shot Alastor a glare before turning back to Charlie with a look of feigned innocence. “Now Alastor, apologize to Charlie for your inappropriate behavior.” Lucifer's words dripped with sarcasm and superiority, clearly enjoying the opportunity to put on a show for her daughter's sake.

Alastor’s grin remained firmly in place, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “My sincerest apologies, my dear Charlie,” she said smoothly, bowing her head in an exaggerated display of remorse. “Old habits tend to linger, I’m afraid.”

Charlie let out an exasperated huff, her cheeks flushing with frustration and her brows furrowed in disapproval. "This is precisely the kind of behavior that will give the hotel a poor reputation! Alastor, please...try to control yourself."

“Of course, my dear,” Alastor cooed in a smooth and deceptive tone, bowing her head in feigned remorse.

As Charlie stormed off, muttering under her breath about how Alastor could have at least eat the sinner in her room, Alastor couldn't help but chuckle to herself. The thought of causing chaos and stirring up trouble always delighted her to no end.

Lucifer turned back to Alastor, her golden eyes blazing with a dangerous fire. She leaned in close, her voice low and seductive as she pointed at Alastor's chest with her finger.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Alastor," she purred. "And you're lucky I find it... intriguing."

Alastor chuckled, her static-filled laugh sending shivers down Lucifer’s spine. “Oh, my dear queen. I know you secretly enjoy my insatiable appetite.”

“And if you wish,” Alastor added, her grin turning sly, “I’d be happy to put on a private show... just for you.”

Lucifer’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “Careful, Alastor. Keep this up, and you might find yourself on the menu tonight.” Her snake-like tongue flicked out teasingly, sending a thrill through the air.

Alastor's grin widened. "Is that a promise, my queen?" Alastor murmured, her voice dripping with temptation as she lightly touched Lucifer’s face. Lucifer leaned into the touch, a dangerous spark igniting between them. Alastor smirked down at Lucifer. Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor smirked, kissing Lucifer, then she disappeared into the shadows, leaving the queen momentarily stunned.

Lucifer blinked in surprise before growling out, "Fuck." She took off running, determined to catch her mischievous sinner and have her doe for dinner.

That night, Lucifer ravished Alastor until she lay purring like a contented kitten in the queen’s arms. Lucifer smirked to herself, knowing her skill with the tongue should be listed as a deadly weapon.

Chapter 3: A Passionate Turn of Events (Vox/Alastor)

The Overlord Meeting

The overlord meeting had descended into its usual chaos. Alastor leaned back in her chair with a smug smile, her sharp teeth gleaming as she casually whispered something into Rosie’s ear. Vox glared at her, electric energy flickering around her, visibly agitated. Rosie laughed at whatever Alastor had said, her fan fluttering in front of her face.

Vox’s glare shifted to Rosie before she snapped, “You’re as insufferable as ever, Alastor.”

Alastor’s crimson eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned forward, her grin widening. “Oh, darling, it’s not my fault you’re easily provoked. But do keep talking; your jealousy is positively adorable.”

Vox’s fists clenched, sparks flying from her fingertips. “Jealousy? Over you? Please, sweetheart. You couldn’t intimidate a toaster.”

The room grew tense as the two women squared off. Rosie raised her fan to her lips to stifle a giggle; she knew her dear friend harbored feelings for Vox, but Alastor was utterly clueless about what she felt for Vox. Valentino raised an eyebrow, then smirked, clearly entertained by the escalating spat. Velvet, sitting on the other side of Vox, had her phone out, recording the entire exchange with barely concealed glee.

Before anyone could intervene, Vox slammed her hands on the table and stood, jumping onto it and stomping over to where Alastor sat. She towered over her, electric energy humming ominously. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after last time,” she growled.

Alastor stood as well, completely unbothered by the electric hum surrounding Vox. “And yet, here I am. Perhaps you should consider getting over it, darling.” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper as she looked into Vox’s eyes, a flicker of vulnerability showing through. “I have, Voxxie.”

The tension snapped like a taut wire. Vox grabbed Alastor by the collar, yanking her forward. The room collectively gasped, expecting another heated outburst, but what happened next shocked everyone. Instead of continuing to argue, Vox pulled Alastor into a fierce, heated kiss.

Alastor’s eyes widened briefly before she melted into it, a soft moan escaping her as she kissed Vox back. As she began to close her eyes, Rosie’s fan clattered to the table as she covered her mouth in shock, her cheeks pink with surprise. Valentino chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a knowing grin. Velvet, snapped picture after picture, her phone’s camera clicking furiously.

Vox deepened the kiss, pulling Alastor closer, her electric energy crackling and sparking around them. The kiss grew more passionate until Alastor pushed Vox down, pinning her onto the table. Both women moaned as Vox wrapped her legs around Alastor while Alastor’s hands roamed down Vox’s body.

The room remained frozen in stunned silence until Carmilla, who had been silently fuming throughout the exchange, finally screamed, “Enough! Stop this madness at once!”

The two women froze, their faces now inches apart, panting heavily. Alastor’s eyes shot open, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, while Vox stared up at her, equally stunned. Slowly, they disentangled themselves from one another with awkward coughs and flushed faces.

Alastor returned to her seat beside Rosie, who was now laughing behind her fan, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Vox sat back down between Velvet and Valentino, who wasted no time teasing her. Velvet nudged Vox playfully, showing her the pictures she’d taken, while Valentino chuckled, whispering something that made Vox groan in irritation.

Both women avoided each other’s gaze, their cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. When their eyes did meet, they quickly looked away, the faintest hint of a blush on their faces. Carmilla pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration and waved a hand dismissively. “Meeting adjourned. Clearly, we’re not accomplishing anything today.”

As the overlords filed out, Vox lingered for a moment, glancing back at Alastor, who was chatting with Rosie. Their eyes met again, and this time, neither looked away. Vox smirked, her confidence returning, and Alastor’s grin widened in response.

Later That Evening

The soft glow of the hotel lobby was a welcome reprieve from the day’s chaos. Alastor sat in her plush armchair, absently toying with a book she hadn’t bothered to read. Her crimson eyes flicked to the clock—late enough that she really should head to bed. With a sigh, she adjusted her hair, smoothing the unruly curls that always seemed determined to defy her.

Just as she rose to retire for the night, a knock echoed through the room. She froze mid-step, a flicker of irritation crossing her delicate features. Who could it possibly be at this hour? It’s not like any sinners were showing up to check in. Smoothing down her dress, she walked to the door. With a sigh, she opened it.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, wearing a cocky smirk that practically screamed trouble, was Vox. Her suit jacket hung loose, her tie slightly undone and resting on her chest, and her white shirt tucked haphazardly into her slacks. On the screen of her face, lust simmered in her glowing eyes, an intensity that made Alastor’s breath hitch.

Alastor’s heart betrayed her with a stuttered beat. Her fingers twitched against the doorframe, and her mind reeled, replaying their earlier encounter. The faint tingle on her lips lingered like an unspoken secret. She should slam the door. She should. But as her gaze locked with Vox’s, her body betrayed her, and she stood rooted in place, heat creeping up her neck.

“Well,” Vox began, her smug grin widening as she casually tilted her head. “Aren’t you going to invite me in, sweetheart?”

Before Vox could finish, Alastor surged forward, grabbing her by the tie and yanking her inside. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing through the hall.

“To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, darling?” Alastor purred, her tone low and teasing, her lips curling into a wicked smile. Her fingers gripped Vox’s tie tightly, pulling their faces mere inches from each other. Warm breath brushed against Vox’s cheek as Alastor’s gaze burned with amusement—and something more.

For a split second, Vox’s confidence faltered. Her smirk wavered, her screen flickering faintly before narrowing with intent. “Shut up,” she growled.

In a blur of movement, she pushed Alastor against the wall, caging her there. Their lips crashed together with bruising intensity, a clash of dominance and need.

Neither noticed the audience behind them.

At the far end of the lobby, Lucifer stood with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in amused curiosity. Beside him, Charlie stood frozen, her wide eyes blinking rapidly as if her brain were struggling to catch up with reality.

Angel recovered first, letting out a low whistle as he leaned lazily against the bar. “Well, damn. Never thought I’d see the day where Alastor got some action,” he quipped, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Husk snorted, swirling his drink with practiced indifference. “Knew it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “She’s had a thing for Vox for ages.”

Vaggie, meanwhile, sat at the bar, a forkful of salad suspended mid-air. Her expression contorted into a mix of disgust and disbelief as she glanced between the couple and her plate. “Are you kidding me? Right in front of my salad?” she snapped, shoving the dish aside with a scowl.

Charlie finally broke from her trance, grabbing Vaggie’s arm. “Come on,” she muttered, dragging her girlfriend toward the stairs.

Vaggie whispering under her breath, “I can’t unsee this.”

Angel plopped down beside Lucifer, who had a bucket of popcorn in hand. “This is better than reality TV,” Angel mused, popping a handful into his mouth.

Lucifer chuckled, reclining with casual elegance. “Indeed,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving the scene. “The evening just got much more entertaining.”

Alastor and Vox remained oblivious to their captivated audience—or perhaps they simply didn’t care. Their focus was entirely on each other, lips and hands exploring with unrestrained fervor. For once, the chaos of hell faded into irrelevance, eclipsed by their shared passion.

It was a night no one in the hotel would ever forget—especially not Vaggie, who swore she would never look at salad the same way again.

Chapter 4: The Weight of Their Love (Lucifer/Lilith/Alastor)

Tags- Emotional Manipulation, Twisted love , Stockholm Syndrome, emotional dependency, Dark Undertones Despite Fluff, Loss of Limbs, manipulative relationships , Power Imbalance in Relationships, Power Dynamics , Gothic Romance, Emotional Whump, Possessive Behavior

Episode 1

Alastor had no memory of how she ended up here. The landscape stretched out in every direction, an endless expanse of red. The air was heavy, with a stifling heat that carried faint, haunting whispers of despair. Jagged formations jutted from the cracked earth like the fangs of some great beast, casting eerie, shifting shadows. Her newly formed hooves clicked nervously against the scorched ground, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence.

She stood out against the hellish backdrop, clad in a tattered dress, her red curls a disheveled halo around her caramel face. Crimson eyes darted about, searching desperately for answers, a landmark—anything. Her deer-like ears and tail trembled, pressed flat against her body in fear.

For the first time, Alastor felt truly afraid. “Is this Hell?” she whispered, her voice swallowed by the emptiness.

High atop a rocky outcrop, two figures watched her with predatory curiosity.

Lilith, regal and poised, lounged with effortless elegance against the rugged walls. Her dark blonde hair glowed like molten gold beneath Hell’s sky. Her piercing gaze held a flicker of amusement, her lips curling in a knowing smirk. Beside her, Lucifer leaned forward, resting her chin on interlocked fingers. Smaller in stature but no less commanding, Lucifer’s golden eyes gleamed with interest.

“What have we here?” Lucifer mused, her voice smooth and cutting, like the edge of a finely honed blade. Her eyes followed Alastor’s every move, predatory and unblinking.

“A lost little doe,” Lilith purred, her tone laced with increasing fascination as she studied Alastor. “She is exquisite, isn’t she?”

Lucifer’s smirk widened. “Beautiful, vulnerable... helpless. Ours.”

Lilith chuckled, a sound both sweet and unsettling. “Let’s give her a proper welcome, shall we?”

Alastor didn’t see them approach. One moment she was alone, drowning in her confusion; the next, two striking figures appeared before her, their presence as magnetic as it was unsettling.

The taller woman stepped forward first, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a panther closing in on its prey. “Darling, are you lost?” Lilith’s honeyed voice made Alastor’s heart skip a beat.

Startled, Alastor locked eyes with her. “I… I don’t know where I am,” she stammered. “This place—”

“You’re safe now,” Lucifer interrupted, her voice a silk melody threaded with steel. Stepping closer, she reached out and brushed a stray curl from Alastor’s face, the touch cool against her fevered skin.

Alastor shivered. “Safe? I don’t even—”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Lucifer said, her tone both soothing and commanding. She extended a hand, her golden eyes softening just enough to appear inviting. “Come with us, little doe. You don’t belong here. It’s far too dangerous; you will get hurt.”

Alastor hesitated, her gaze flitting between the two women. Their allure was undeniable, but a quiet voice in her head warned her to run. Yet her instincts faltered, and she tentatively placed her hand in Lucifer’s outstretched one.

Lucifer’s smirk deepened as she clasped Alastor’s hand, but instead of leading her to walk beside her, she bent slightly and scooped Alastor into her arms with effortless grace.

“Tsk, tsk,” Lucifer chided, her tone teasing. “I can’t have you walking bare-hoofed, now can I?”

Alastor gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized how easily this much smaller woman had lifted her—and how oddly comforting it felt. “Y-you don’t have to carry me!” she protested weakly.

Lucifer chuckled, her laughter low and almost affectionate. “Oh, but I do. I couldn’t bear to see you getting hurt by walking, my little doe, and you have such cute hooves, my dear.”

Lilith stepped closer, her smile warm but her gaze sharp. “Don’t fret, darling. You’re safe with us. We’ll take care of you; you’re in good hands now.” Her hand brushed Alastor’s hair with a touch both delicate and deliberate. “It’s time we brought you home.”

“Home?” Alastor echoed, her confusion deepening. “Why are you doing this? I don’t even know you.”

Lilith’s smile widened, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Because we want to, my dearest. And soon, you’ll understand.”

As they began to walk, Lucifer carried Alastor as though she weighed nothing, while Lilith strolled beside them. Alastor’s unease mingled with gratitude. These women were kind—perhaps too kind. She didn’t understand their motives, but their warmth was intoxicating.

As the silhouette of a grand palace emerged in the distance, a quiet voice whispered in the back of her mind: You’re walking—or being carried—straight into a gilded cage.

Episode 2

 

At first, their attention was intoxicating. Alastor had awakened in Hell with no memory of her arrival, only to find herself swept into a strange, seductive new world. Lucifer and Lilith—queens of Hell—had taken her in, treating her like a fragile doe in need of protection. They ensured she wanted for nothing.

“You must have felt so lost and scared, my sweet doe,” Lilith had said, her voice dripping with honey—warm, inviting, and tinged with something darker.

Lucifer, her pink lips curling into a self-assured smirk, added, “But worry no more, our little doe. You’re safe with us now. You’ll never face this wretched place alone again.”

They introduced themselves as the rulers of Hell, a married pair whose power felt boundless. From the moment she stepped into their palace, Alastor felt caught in their web. The grand halls shimmered with unimaginable riches; the very walls seemed to hum with their presence. Portraits of Lucifer and Lilith lined the corridors, depicting them in moments of triumph, elegance, and intimacy. Occasionally, Alastor noticed a girl in these portraits and wondered about her.

“We have a daughter,” Lilith mentioned one evening, pouring Alastor a glass of wine with effortless grace. “She’s away at school. It’s been lonely without her.” Her sharp features softened briefly, a flicker of tenderness crossing her face. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to again. Someone to brighten our days.”

Lucifer reached out, brushing her fingers over Alastor’s hand. “You truly have brightened our days, little doe. It’s been too long with just the two of us.”

Alastor took the glass, offering a tentative smile. Maybe I’m overthinking it, she thought. They’re just lonely, and this is their way of showing kindness.

She tried to embrace their generosity, though a sliver of unease gnawed at her mind. Their care felt genuine—overwhelmingly so—but she didn’t dare question it. After all, they had given her safety, shelter, companionship, and so much more.

They even transformed a room to suit her tastes, crafting a haven just for her.

Yet as time passed, Lilith took a particular joy in dressing her, treating her like a doll to be adorned. Silken gowns, delicate jewelry, and endless fussing became a daily ritual. “You’re perfect,” Lilith would murmur, her hands lingering as she adjusted a neckline or smoothed a hem. “So delicate, so beautiful.” In Lilith’s mind, Alastor’s fragility made her precious—and in need of constant protection. If I’m not careful, she could break, Lilith thought. I must keep her safe.

Afterward, Lucifer would take over, meticulously tending to Alastor’s hair with near-reverent precision. “You should see the way they look at you,” she’d whisper, her golden eyes gleaming. “They envy us because we have you. They wish they could touch you, but they can’t. You’re ours to love and care for.” Her thoughts darkened, and her smile faded slightly into something colder. No one will ever touch what belongs to us.

Alastor’s heart raced at their words, caught between flattery and unease. She told herself their actions stemmed from care—perhaps loneliness, too.

At gatherings, however, she felt more like a trophy than a guest. Lucifer’s arm draped possessively around her waist, while Lilith’s hand rested lightly on her arm. Their presence, though grounding, was also confining.

“This is our Alastor,” Lucifer would announce proudly, her tone triumphant. The whispers that followed—admiration, envy, even lust—made Alastor’s skin crawl. She felt like a painting hung on a wall, admired but never truly seen.

 

Episode 3

 

When Charlie returned home briefly, Alastor found solace in her bright, hopeful presence. Charlie was everything her parents weren’t—optimistic, cheerful, and filled with dreams of redemption for Hell.

Spending time with Charlie became a reprieve for Alastor. The younger woman’s passion was infectious, her laughter a rare comfort. Charlie spoke animatedly about her goals and her deep love for her parents, though a hint of wistfulness often crept into her tone.

“They’re incredible,” Charlie confided one day. “I just wish they believed in my dream more.”

Alastor offered her a warm smile. Though she didn’t share Charlie’s belief in redemption, she couldn’t bring herself to crush the girl’s aspirations.

“She’s lovely,” Alastor remarked one evening after Charlie retired for the night.

“She’s also foolish,” Lucifer replied, swirling wine in her glass. “Her dreams will never come true.”

Lilith chuckled softly, an amused smile playing on her lips. “But she’ll learn. We’ll let her fall on her own—children grow that way.”

Lucifer’s expression softened slightly. “And when she does, we’ll be there to catch her. That’s what parents do.”

Alastor’s gaze lingered on a nearby portrait—Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie, all smiling together. Despite their harsh words, it was impossible to deny their love for their daughter.

Her thoughts drifted to her own mother, who had let her stumble and fall but had always been there to help her rise again.

When Charlie returned to school, her absence left Alastor alone with Lucifer and Lilith once more. Without the distraction of their daughter, their attention turned back to Alastor—sharper, heavier, and more consuming than ever.

The palace, once a sanctuary, began to feel like a cage. Its grand halls, which had once awed her, now seemed cold and oppressive.

The queen’s constant attention grew suffocating. They dictated what she wore, how she looked, and where she could go. What had initially been intoxicating now felt suffocating, like vines wrapping tighter and tighter around her, cutting off any chance to breathe.

The lavish care she once thought of as kindness now seemed like chains disguised in silk and gold.

 

Episode 4

One evening, after hours of deliberation, Alastor finally approached Lucifer and Lilith in their private lounge.

“I… I need to talk to you,” she began, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain composed.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “What is it, darling?”

“I—I want to leave,” Alastor stammered, the words slicing through the silence like knives.

The room grew deathly quiet. The warmth seemed to drain from the air, replaced by a cold, suffocating heaviness.

“Leave?” Lilith repeated, her smile faltering, freezing into something brittle.

Lucifer leaned forward, her eyes narrowing like a predator’s. “Why would you want to leave us, Alastor?”

“I don’t belong here,” Alastor murmured, her voice barely audible. “You’ve been kind, and I’m grateful, but… I can’t stay.”

Lilith’s gaze darkened as she reached out and took Alastor’s trembling hands. “Do you have any idea what would happen to you out there?” Her grip tightened, her nails digging into Alastor’s skin. “This isn’t some fairytale world, my sweet. You’ll be attacked—or worse. Do you honestly think anyone out there will care for you or love you as we do?”

Lucifer’s eyes softened, but her tone remained sharp, cold as steel. “You’re safe here. Out there, you’re nothing. No one will protect you. You could be raped, mutilated, killed.” A flicker of hurt and fear crossed her gaze as she looked to Lilith, a silent exchange of shared pain.

Alastor’s chest ached with guilt. Hurting them was the last thing she wanted. “I just… I need to try. Please, give me a month. If I fail, you’ll both be right, and I’ll come back. I won’t ask to leave again. But if you love me—if you truly care for me—let me do this.” Her voice cracked, raw with emotion. “I need to see if I can survive on my own.”

The queens exchanged a lingering glance, their expressions unreadable, their smiles nothing but kindness towards her.

“Of course,” Lucifer said, her voice soft and deceptively loving. “We’ll let you try. If that’s what you truly want, who are we to stop you?”

Lilith sighed, her gaze tender but lined with an edge of sorrow. “We love you, little doe. We just want to make sure you’re safe... but you deserve the chance to try.”

Relief washed over Alastor, her shoulders sagging as the tension ebbed from her body. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “I care and love you both so much, but I need to see if I can stand on my own two hooves with out you two.”

Lilith offered her a warm smile. “Before you go, why not share a drink with us? A toast to your bravery, my love.”

Alastor hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. Gratitude outweighed her doubt, and she nodded.

Lucifer gestured to an imp standing silently in the shadows. Its dark eyes flickered with something akin to pity as it scurried away to fetch the drinks.

Moments later, the imp returned with a silver tray, bearing three glasses of crimson liquid. One of the drinks shimmered faintly, infused with the effects of a potion Lilith had prepared in case Alastor had tried to leave them.

Alastor raised her glass, oblivious to the faint glow. Trusting the queens, she drank deeply, a smile of gratitude spreading across her face.

Leaning forward, she kissed each woman on the cheek. “Thank you. I’ll never forget your kindness.” With that, she turned and walked away, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Lucifer and Lilith watched her leave, their expressions unreadable until the door closed.

“Our doe truly believes we’ll let her go,” Lilith murmured, amusement coloring her voice as she swirled the crimson liquid in her glass.

Lucifer chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of Lilith’s hair behind her ear. “She’s so naive. She doesn’t understand that she belongs to us only.”

Lilith tilted her head, her gaze lingering on the empty doorway. “It’s sweet, really. She thinks freedom will make her happy. But soon, she’ll realize that we are her only sanctuary, her only source of happiness.”

The queens exchanged a knowing look before Lucifer gestured to another imp lurking in the shadows. The creature stepped forward, trembling under the weight of their gaze, as he awaited their orders.

“Ensure she doesn’t make it past the outer gates,” Lucifer instructed, her tone soft but unyielding. “And be gentle. We wouldn’t want her to suffer unnecessarily.”

Lilith’s lips curled into something colder, more predatory that didn't reach her eyes. “And when you take her legs, make sure she is fully under the effects of the potion. She’s far too precious to endure any pain.”

The imp bowed deeply, his expression a mixture of fear and pity as he disappeared into the shadows.

Lucifer sighed contentedly as she leaned into the plush sofa, pulling Lilith into her lap. Running her fingers along her wife’s arm, she spoke with calm certainty. “Don’t worry, my love. She’ll return to us. And when she does, she’ll finally understand this is where she belongs.”

Lilith pressed a kiss to the corner of Lucifer’s mouth, a smug satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And we’ll welcome her with open arms; after all, we love her. We’re just giving her a chance, just as she asked of us." Lilith let out a bone-chilling laugh. "This is simply her lesson to learn that she needs us.”

Lucifer smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “Yes, we do love our doe. She’ll see soon enough; Alastor did say she would never leave us again if she failed to survive on her own. We're just giving her a little… reminder that she can't stand on her own. Well, after tonight she will not be standing at all."

Their laughter mingled with the crackling firelight, low and chilling. Lilith tightened her embrace around Lucifer while Lucifer placed a soft kiss on Lilith's lips; they reveled in the fact that their little doe would never try to leave them again.

 

Episode 5

 

Alastor stumbled down the halls, her body weighed down by an overwhelming fatigue that seemed to seep into her very bones. Her hooves dragged with every step, the sound faint against the oppressive silence. Colors blurred and twisted before her eyes, swirling in a sinister haze that felt both dreamlike and surreal. The air around her pulsed with a heavy, oppressive energy, wrapping her in an invisible grip.

Despite her mounting exhaustion, she pressed on, driven by the faint hope of reaching the gates and escaping the suffocating confines of the palace.

But as she ventured deeper, her surroundings became unrecognizable. The familiar halls twisted and distorted, transforming into a labyrinth that offered no escape. Panic clawed at her chest as she placed a trembling hand against the cold stone wall for support, her breaths shallow and labored as she struggled to breathe.

I’m lost. Am I... sick?

The thought barely had time to take root before a chilling sensation—the unmistakable feeling of being watched—had prickled down her spine. Her breath hitched as fear seized her, and she turned sharply to face whatever lurked behind her.

But it was already too late.

Her body betrayed her, muscles locking up as she crumpled to the floor in a heap. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as panic surged within her. Her chest tightened, her breaths reduced to shallow, frantic pants that left her lightheaded. The world spun wildly, her vision tilting and warping as she struggled to move, to cry out. But her body refused to obey, paralyzed by an unseen force.

The air shimmered faintly, rippling with dark magic, as a small figure emerged from the shadows. An imp, its dark eyes glinting with pity, knelt beside her. A gleaming blade trembled in his hands.

“Forgive me,” it whispered, its voice heavy with guilt. “They… they love you too much to let you go.”

Alastor’s crimson eyes widened in terror and confusion, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.

“They’ve always loved each other and Princess Charlie,” the imp continued, his voice cracking. “But now… they’ve fallen in love with you, Lady Alastor. You can’t leave them. You’re to be their wife. It’s a great honor for a sinner like you.”

Terror surged through her like a storm, her thoughts racing even as her body remained frozen. The imp’s words were absurd, incomprehensible, yet they only deepened her panic.

He leaned closer, its tone shifting to something almost reverent. “Maybe someday, you’ll even carry Queen Lucifer’s child.”

“W-what…?” Alastor’s throat burned with the effort to speak, but no sound came. Her voice was trapped, just like her body, weak and useless.

The imp’s gaze softened, a flicker of sorrow crossing his face. “I promise, you won’t feel a thing. Just let the potion take effect, and everything will be alright, Lady Alastor.”

The blade glinted menacingly as the imp moved closer, its hands trembling. “I’ll make sure to take your legs cleanly, my future third queen.” He offered a faint, sad smile. “You won’t even remember how you lost them, my lady.”

Alastor’s vision dimmed further. Her muscles gave out entirely, and her thoughts became a frantic, silent plea:

Lucifer… Lilith… Save me!

The cold from the floor seeped into her skin as the last thing she saw was the imp moving past her. Her world was slipping away, as her silent screams for Lucifer and Lilith to save her were lost in the consuming void; she never once felt her legs being removed.

Back in the queen’s private lounge, Lucifer and Lilith were locked in a passionate embrace. The heat between them was intoxicating, their hands exploring one another with eager intensity. Lucifer let out a soft moan as Lilith’s lips trailed along her neck, the two lost in their shared desire.

Then, a faint sound—a near-imperceptible noise—interrupted their moment. Both women paused, their golden and dark eyes snapping toward the doorway.

The imp stood there, its small frame trembling as it waited for permission to speak.

Lucifer waved a hand dismissively, her expression unreadable as she gave a subtle nod.

“It’s done, my queens,” the imp stammered, its voice unsteady. “What are your orders now?”

Lilith rose gracefully, her movements smooth and deliberate as she adjusted her gown. A dark smile curled across her lips, her gaze bright with satisfaction. “Bring her to us,” she commanded softly but firmly. “We’ll handle the rest. She needs to wake up where she belongs.”

The imp bowed deeply before disappearing into the shadows without another word.

Lucifer leaned back into the sofa, pulling Lilith into her lap. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she murmured, “Our sweet little doe won’t stray again.”

Lilith traced a delicate finger along Lucifer’s jawline, her smile sharp and cold. “No, she won’t. Not without legs to carry her away.”

Episode 6

 

Alastor awoke slowly, her mind groggy and clouded. A dull ache radiated through her body, but it was the strange, heavy sensation in her limbs that made her pulse quicken. She shifted slightly, wincing as unfamiliar discomfort bloomed across her lower half. Something felt profoundly wrong.

Her legs… Her legs felt wrong.

A creeping panic rose its way up her throat as she forced herself to look down. Where her legs should have been, there was... nothing. Her breath hitched, her chest tightening as the reality sank in. Her legs were gone.

A strangled cry escaped her lips, raw and filled with terror. She tried to move, but her body felt like it was weighed down by invisible chains. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as the truth hit her with crushing force: she would never walk again.

Her voice broke into fractured sobs, her mind racing with fragmented memories. How did this happen? Why couldn’t she remember? Desperation gripped her as she whispered hoarsely, “Lucifer... Lilith...” She wrapped her arms around herself; in her desperation, only one thought surfaced: I want Lucifer and Lilith.

The soft creak of the door shattered the silence, and two familiar figures stepped into the room. Lucifer and Lilith approached, their faces masks of concern; Lucifer’s golden gaze held warmth, while Lilith’s dark eyes seemed to glimmer with tenderness. As they stepped closer, Lucifer released Lilith’s hand, offering Alastor a soft, disarming smile.

“Oh, darling,” Lilith murmured, rushing to Alastor’s side. She knelt beside her, cupping Alastor’s tear-streaked face with cool, gentle hands. Her fingers brushed away the tears, her touch featherlight and soothing. “You were attacked,” she said softly, her voice a comforting lullaby. “We heard your screams. We came as fast as we could.”

Alastor’s arms fell limply to her sides as Lilith’s touch moved to stroke her soft ears. The sensation sent shivers through her, but she didn’t pull away.

Lucifer settled beside her, slipping an arm around her trembling shoulders in a protective embrace. Her golden eyes glimmered with apparent sorrow, her voice low and steady. “We saved you,” she murmured, her words wrapping around Alastor like a warm blanket. “We couldn’t let them take you from us. You’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Her tone dipped, almost mournful. “Our sweet doe, we’re so sorry we couldn’t stop them before they... before they took your legs.”

A fleeting cruel smile flickered across Lucifer’s lips, but Alastor didn’t see it through her tears.

Lilith wrapped her arms around Alastor’s other side, her touch as soft and soothing as her voice. “We warned you, my love,” she said gently, her tone carrying a hint of chiding affection. “You shouldn’t have gone outside. You were so lucky we found you before they could kill you.”

Alastor’s body trembled in their embrace, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. Their touches were warm, their voices soothing, and yet their words wrapped around her like chains, each one tightening around her thoughts.

“The world out there is cruel,” Lucifer said, her voice low and hypnotic. her golden eyes glinting as she leaned closer. “You see that now, don’t you, love? You’re safe with us. You’re ours forever, and we’ll always take care of you. Alastor, you also promised to never leave again. ”

The gentle rhythm of their hands on her body and the soothing lull of their voices made it harder for her to think, harder to resist them; in the haze of her fear and exhaustion, she clung to their words, desperate for something.

Alastor’s lips quivered. “I... I don’t remember...” she whispered, her voice trembling with a broken sob. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and a tiny, plaintive bleat escaped her throat. Why don’t I remember? She thought as she buried herself in the warmth of Lilith and Lucifer’s embrace.

Lilith pressed a kiss to her forehead, silencing her with a soothing hum. “Shh, darling,” she murmured. “You don’t need to remember. Just rest. You’re home where you belong, with us.”

Lucifer leaned in, brushing her lips against Alastor’s tear-stained cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. Her voice was hypnotic; her golden eyes started to glow. "We've got you now, love," she whispered. "You're safe with us. We love you, Alastor." Lucifer speaks into Alastor's ear. “Let us love you; that’s all we ask, Alastor. Just let us love you.”

As Alastor’s sobs started to subside, the queens exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with triumph.

The gentle rhythm of their hands continued as they stroked her hair and petting her ears lulled Alastor into a drowsy haze. Their voices, so melodic and reassuring, like a lullaby that made her feel like she was in a comforting warm cocoon, drowned out the lingering whispers of doubt in her mind.

She wanted to question what had happened—but their warmth and words were so inviting, so safe. Exhaustion tugged at her consciousness, and her last thought as she drifted into sleep.

They love me. They’ll protect me. I’m safe now. They were right about the outside. She should have listened to them; the voice that once warned her is now gone, replaced with Lucifer and Lilith's voice, telling her over and over again how much they love her, how they care for her, that no one else will ever love or care for her like them.

Lucifer exchanged a triumphant glance with Lilith, their eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“She’s ours,” Lucifer purred, pressing another kiss to Alastor’s cheek.

Lilith smirked, her voice low and victorious. “Forever.”

As Alastor slipped deeper into a dreamless slumber, the queens lay beside her, their fingers threading through her hair, their hands caressing her soft ears with reverence.

They held her close, cradling their sweet little doe in their arms. She was now, completely and utterly ensnared, caged in their love, never to be free again.

 

Episode 7

 

Sunlight poured through the towering lounge windows, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. Alastor sat serenely in her intricately designed wheelchair, a soft blanket draped over her lap. Her hands rested gently on the soft curve of her swollen belly, her gaze drifting to the garden outside where vibrant blooms swayed in the breeze. Morning and afternoon, she and her wives made it a ritual to visit the garden, their sanctuary of peace, a place they made for her.

Lucifer knelt beside her, one hand resting tenderly on her stomach while the other traced soothing patterns along her arm. Her golden eyes gleamed with pride and adoration as she spoke to the unborn fawn in soft, reverent tones.

“You’ve done so well, my love,” Lilith said, her voice rich with warmth. She knelt beside Alastor, threading her fingers through her curls. A soft purr escaped Alastor’s lips as Lilith’s hand drifted to rub her ears. “Our sweet little doe,” she murmured with a smile, her tone dripping with affection. “You’re perfect, carrying this fawn for us. We’re so proud of you.”

Alastor turned her gaze to her wives, crimson eyes shimmering with quiet affection. Her smile radiated love, though deep within her, a faint ache, a distant memory, nearly forgotten.

Why did I ever want to leave? She wondered, resting a protective hand over her belly. If I’d stayed, I wouldn’t have lost my legs… I wouldn’t have hurt them.

Lucifer gently clasped Alastor’s hand, pressing a tender kiss to her fingers. “You’ve given us everything,” she murmured, her golden eyes softening with devotion. “You’ve made us so proud, Alastor. We’ll always take care of you and our fawn.”

Lilith joined her, resting her hand alongside Lucifer’s on Alastor’s belly. “Our little one will be cherished,” she said softly, conviction lacing her words. “Just like their ma.”

Alastor’s smile deepened, her heart swelling with love for the two women who had become her world. She nodded faintly, basking in their touch and their words. The ache of regret faded further, replaced by a warm certainty: here, with Lucifer and Lilith, she was loved, safe, and cherished—and soon, she would be a mother.

Episode 8

Charlie’s infrequent visits to the palace brought a spark of life to its subdued halls. Her cheerful presence was a burst of brightness, though a hint of caution tempered her cheer. The memory of a past misstep lingered, making her tread carefully.

On her second visit, her enthusiasm got the better of her. She spoke passionately about her dreams of redeeming sinners, her optimism spilling over as she shared her hopes for Hell’s future. But the moment the words “sinners” and “redemption” left her lips, Alastor froze.

Her breath hitched sharply, fingers gripping the arms of her chair with trembling intensity. A shudder coursed through her body, her crimson eyes flickering with panic.

“Why would you say that?” Alastor’s voice broke, fear and anger twisting her words. “Why would you bring that up?” Tears welled in her eyes, her voice trembling. “Sinners can’t be redeemed. Look at what they did to me!”

Her anguish spilled over as sobs wracked her body, leaving her shaking and vulnerable.

Lilith was at her side in an instant, cradling Alastor’s tear-streaked face in her hands. “Shh, darling, it’s alright. You’re safe,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “It’s just Charlie. She didn’t mean to upset you.”

Alastor buried her face in Lilith’s arms, her voice trembling with guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered between sobs. “I shouldn’t have left. I never wanted to hurt you or Lucifer. It’s my fault I can't walk anymore.”

Nearby, Charlie stood frozen, guilt knotting her stomach. She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. The last time she mentioned redemption, Alastor hadn’t seemed this fragile.

Lucifer’s gaze shifted from Alastor, nestled in Lilith's embrace, to Charlie. With a soft sigh, she gestured for her daughter to follow her out of the room.

Once alone, Lucifer’s calm expression gave way to a firm tone. Her golden eyes burned with restrained intensity.

“Charlie,” she began, her voice steady, “there are things you cannot discuss around Alastor. Sinners are one of them—along with your notions of redeeming them.” She paused, letting the words settle. “After what she’s been through, can’t you see why it would upset her?”

Realization dawned on Charlie’s face, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “I didn’t mean”

“Intent doesn’t matter,” Lucifer interrupted, her tone sharp but not unkind. “What matters is that you hurt her.”

Her gaze softened slightly, though her voice remained resolute. “Alastor went outside for only a few minutes, Charlie. In that short time, those sinners nearly killed her and took her legs. If your mom and I hadn’t heard her screams, she wouldn’t have survived. That’s why we protect her so fiercely.” Lucifer words hung heavily in the air. "Charlie, I allowed you to pursue your dreams, so if you wish to dedicate yourself to sinners, so be it. But you will not speak of it around Alastor again. Do you understand me?'

Charlie’s head bowed, guilt etched into her face. “I’m sorry, Mother. I understand.”

The next day, Charlie approached Alastor, her usual cheer replaced by genuine remorse. “I’m so sorry, Alastor,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

Alastor’s crimson eyes shone with vulnerability. “Thank you, Charlie,” she replied quietly.

Charlie’s future visits became more thoughtful. She focused on lighter stories—tales of school, relationships, and her dreams that have nothing to do with sinners—bringing laughter and comfort to Alastor’s.

Yet, in her heart, Charlie’s mission burned brightly. Alastor was proof to her that goodness could exist in sinners. After all, wasn’t Alastor herself a sinner? Yet she was kind, loving, and cherished by her parents. If others like Alastor existed in hell, she vowed to find and redeem them.

Episode 9

 

Lucifer and Lilith continued to shower Alastor with unwavering affection. Lucifer adjusted the blanket over Alastor’s lap, her golden eyes scanning her wife’s face for any sign of discomfort. Beside her, Lilith hummed softly as she picked a grape from a nearby bowl, guiding it gently toward Alastor’s lips.

Before the grape could reach its destination, Lucifer snatched it with a mischievous grin. “Don’t mind if I do,” she teased, popping it into her mouth with exaggerated flair.

“Lucifer!” Alastor’s laughter rang out, her crimson eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lilith shot her wife a playful scowl. “You’re incorrigible!” she exclaimed, lightly swatting Lucifer on the arm.

Chuckling, Lucifer leaned in to steal a quick kiss from Lilith before offering a blueberry to Alastor with a dramatic flourish.

Alastor accepted the fruit with a warm smile, her laughter fading into a quiet contentment. She watched her wives bicker playfully over who would feed her next, their affectionate banter filling the room with joy. Eventually, Lucifer threw up her hands in mock surrender, resting her head on Alastor’s stomach with an exaggerated pout.

Lilith seized the opportunity, triumphantly placing another grape into Alastor’s mouth. “See? I’m clearly the better wife,” she declared with mock grandeur, her tone dripping with playful superiority. Before softly placing a kiss on Alastor's lips.

The outside world felt like a forgotten memory. Alastor’s focus was entirely on her wives, the fawn growing inside her, and the love that enveloped her like a soft, protective embrace.

Lucifer pressed a tender kiss to Alastor’s stomach, murmuring loving words to their fawn, while Lilith fed her and whispered sweet praises. Alastor’s smile deepened, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. She adored them—truly, deeply, unconditionally.

 

Episode 10

 

The night Alastor gave birth, their family grew not only in number but in boundless love. Exhausted yet radiant, Alastor rested in her wives’ arms, their embrace steady and reassuring as tears of joy streamed down their faces.

“You were incredible, my love,” Lilith whispered, her voice quivering with pride and affection.

Lucifer pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s forehead. Her voice, thick with emotion. “You’ve made our family whole,” she murmured.

Nestled in the warmth of their arms, their twin children lay swaddled—a perfect blend of their parents. The boy and girl shared Lucifer’s piercing golden eyes and pale complexion, along with Alastor’s unruly red curls and delicate deer-like ears.

Two years later, the family gathered for a portrait, capturing the happiness they had built together. Alastor sat proudly in her wheelchair, her daughter perched in her lap, giggling as she tugged playfully at her Ma’s curls. Lucifer held their shy son close, who clung tightly to her, burying his face in her chest, only occasionally stealing curious glances at both his ma and mom and his sister's, before retreating once more.

Lilith sat between them, her bright smile radiating joy as her hands intertwined with those of her wives. At Lilith’s feet, Charlie sat cross-legged, her mischievous grin lighting up the scene as she played peek-a-boo with her baby sister.

After breaking up with her boyfriend, Charlie had moved back in with her parents. Taking a break from school, she focused on helping her family and rediscovering her own place among them.

The artist worked meticulously, bringing their love and unity to life on canvas. Every detail—the warmth in their smiles, the playful interactions, and the unmistakable bond they shared—was immortalized with care.

As the painting neared completion, Lucifer and Lilith exchanged a glance, their thoughts aligned. Their doe had never been more beautiful in their eyes. They would cherish her forever.

Chapter 5: supermodels Vox and Lucifer/Coffee shop worker Alastor - Omega Fem!Alastor/ Alpha Fem!Vox/Alpha Fem!Lucifer Human AU

this fic is for Sh3lly290 hope you enjoy.

Note- female alphas cocks retracts in this omega universe, it's their choice if they ever want to used them.

warning -Psychological Abuse, Parental Emotional Abuse,
Religious Trauma, Religious Guilt / Internalized Shame, Cult-like Conditioning, Cult Influence
Brainwashing

Misogyny, Erotic Drama, Voyeurism (Camera Usage) , Clothing Kink, Corruption Kink , forced pleasure , Masturbation

it's get dark and smutty.
aka this is open ended

episode 1

The aroma of fresh, rich espresso and warm vanilla filled the sleek and modern hallways of the modeling agency. As Alastor hurried down the corridor, a tray of perfectly prepared coffees in one hand, her determined gaze focused on the door ahead while her red curls bounced with each step. Today, the petite omega, usually bubbling with humor and quick wit, was serious. As she navigated through the hustle and bustle of the agency, her bright, crimson eyes darted to the door, speeding up, not spilling a single drop.

She had a bet to win.

Lucifer and Vox, two of the most renowned supermodels in the industry and fierce alphas, had challenged her. They wanted their complicated coffee orders delivered within twenty minutes without a single flaw. It wasn't just a test of her skills; it was to prove she has gotten good at making coffee.

Alastor, an omega from a very small town, refused to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her fail, in something she had learn with no schooling.

As she arrived at Lucifer's dressing room first, she gracefully balanced the tray before knocking on the door. "Your morning delight has arrived, your highness," she chirped playfully, her Southern accent adding a teasing lilt to her words.

The door swung open to reveal Lucifer—short yet elegant, draped in a silk robe that barely concealed her perfection. Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her scarlet-painted lips curled into a sly smirk. "Oh, coffee girl, I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."

Alastor scoffed at the insinuation. "Not a chance." She handed over the customized macchiato—two shots of espresso, a hint of vanilla, and precisely frothed milk. Lucifer took a sip, savoring the taste before giving Alastor a knowing look. "Well, color me impressed, you did a good job omega." Then Lucifer closed the door, Alastor blink dazed for a few seconds.

With the first delivery complete, Alastor took a quick breath and checked it off mentally. Her heart raced as she hurried to Vox's studio, eager to win the bet. She pushed open the door without hesitation, already anticipating the presence of this model.

Sure enough, Vox lounged on a couch, her electric blue nails tapping rhythmically against her phone screen. The sleek back of her hair and perfectly winged eyeliner gave her an air of unapproachable confidence, but the mischievous glint in her blue eyes told a different story.

Without missing a beat, Vox purred at Alastor's arrival, taking in Alastor's appearance as she slowly sat up; her robe started to slide down, giving a full view of cleavage. Vox made a beckoning motion with her finger towards Alastor. "You're one second late, Omega," she remarked with a sly grin.

Alastor's muscles tensed, knowing what was coming next. She handed over the coffee—iced, half-caf, oat milk, with a drizzle of caramel—just the way Vox asked.

Vox took a slow sip, drawing out the moment as Lucifer appeared in the doorway with her own coffee in hand. Amusement danced in Lucifer's eyes as she observed the interaction between Alastor and Vox. "Perfect, yet still a second late, Alastor." Vox said.

"We win the bet, coffee girl," Lucifer taunted.

Vox chuckled in agreement. "Now what to do with our tardy omega, Lucy?"

Alastor bristled at being referred to as their omega, but before she could protest, both alphas shared a knowing look that made something uneasy settle in her stomach as they both started to step closer to her; she knew whatever they had planned for her wouldn't be pleasant.

Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder while Vox mirrored her movements on the other side. Alastor's discomfort grew as they both began to hum and nod in unison as they started trailing their hands over her.

"Stop touching me!" Alastor finally snapped; unnerved by their synchronized actions, people back home would think she is some kind of whore for letting alphas touch her like that.

Both alphas exchanged sly grins before turning back to her. "Alastor, you were late; you'll have lost the bet," Lucifer declared with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Unless you want to break our agreement, I can call up the lawyer. " Alastor shook her head no.

"We have a special idea for you, Alastor" Vox teased.

"So get ready for a special modeling session for your alphas, coffee girl," Lucifer said with a wicked smile.

"We're going to make you even prettier," Vox added in a teasing tone. "Less old-fashioned and show a bit more skin just for your alphas."

Alastor's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at their words; she felt self-conscious about being seen or considered pretty by others. It was something she had never desired or pursued—only her future mate’s opinion of her should ever matter.

"Don't worry, our cute omega," Vox reassured her. "These pictures will be for our eyes only—think of it as our little secret."

Alastor tilted her head, considering their words. She doesn't know why they would want pictures of her. Though the thought that no one else would see them did make her feel slightly reassured. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered, bracing herself. "When do we do this?"

"Great," Lucifer said with a satisfied smirk. She exchanged a knowing glance with Vox before giving Alastor a mischievous smile. "How about this weekend?" Lucifer suggested.

Vox added their address. "This will be a great weekend, our little omega. You don’t have to bring anything, we'll get everything for you."

Alastor nodded slowly, trying to push away any doubts or fears that crept into her mind. She could do this; she could be their model this weekend, hoping she didn't regret it later.

Episode 2

 

Lucifer and Vox strode through the high-end boutique, their arms piled high with a collection of garments ranging from scandalous to downright sinful. The two alphas exchanged knowing smirks as they sifted through racks of designer clothing, their minds filled with tantalizing images of a certain redheaded omega.

"I can already envision her in this," Vox purred, holding up a short, flirty mini skirt. The fabric shimmered under the store's lights. "Can you imagine the way she'd fidget, trying to tug it down, Lucy?" Vox's blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

And while she kept struggling, she ended up showing off her ass. Then when their omega tries to cover her ass, they will get a peek of her covered cunt. Vox wonders out loud if she shaves or has a bush. Lucifer hopes their old-fashioned omega doesn't shave; it will be fun to tease her. Either way, the thought of Alastor squirming under their watchful gaze sent a thrill through both of them.

Lucifer chuckled, running her fingers along a delicate, lacy bra with matching underwear. She carefully selected a few pieces, admiring the intricate details and appreciating how they would look on their omega. "Oh, absolutely," she agreed. "And this..." she plucked a sheer blouse from the rack, tilting her head in amusement. "Alastor would be mortified."

Both women laughed at the image of their reserved 'coffee girl' blushing furiously, arms crossed over her chest in a desperate attempt to conceal her ample assets beneath the sheer fabric.

What color would her nipples be? The unspoken question hung between them, igniting a fire of desire within them. Lucifer spoke with lust in her voice. "We should turn up the AC to make it colder," Lucifer suggested. Vox grinned in agreement with her girlfriend.

"Don't forget these," Vox chimed in, tossing a pair of tight booty shorts onto their growing pile, along with a cropped top that promised to tease just enough underboob if Alastor moved just right.

Lucifer hummed in approval before picking up a sultry, blood-red nightgown. She ran her fingers over it thoughtfully. “I wonder if she even owns anything remotely close to this,” she mused aloud.

"Doubtful," Vox smirked. But that’s why we are such good alphas to help our omega to expand her… wardrobe.” Just the thought of their prudish and old-fashioned omega transforming into a seductive vixen just for them and them alone sent a delicious wave of anticipation through both alphas.

Next came the heels. Then hair products (because Alastor’s unruly curls deserved attention). And, of course, makeup to enhance those crimson eyes. Their little omega wouldn’t just be cute this weekend—she would be breathtaking.

"We’re going to have so much fun this weekend," Lucifer murmured, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

Vox nodded in agreement, tossing another handful of garments into their ever-growing haul. "She has no idea what she's in for." Then, something caught their eye. A backless red dress with a daring slit that traveled all the way up the thigh. Both women grinned in unison, grabbing it without hesitation.

Yes, they were perverts who reveled in the idea of corrupting and claiming their innocent omega. But they also wanted her to have fun with them… even if Alastor had no clue what they had planned for her.

episode 3

 

Alastor hesitated at the doorstep of Lucifer and Vox’s home, her fingers nervously twisting a loose strand of hair as tremors rippled through her slender frame. She stood there, a cocktail of emotions swirling within apprehension mixed with an undeniable curiosity that tugged at her thoughts.

As she prepared to cross the boundary into the domain of two imposing alphas, it felt forbidden, a delicious thrill of anxiety coursing through her veins. She had always tried to keep her distance from alphas. Yet here she was, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing she was doing something she was taught not to do, but she was also taught to keep one's word.

Summoning her courage with a deep, steadying breath, Alastor raised her hand to knock, only for the door to swing open before her knuckles could make contact. Standing in the doorway was Lucifer, exuding an effortless, unapologetic confidence that made Alastor's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. The stark nudity of Lucifer’s form seemed to command the very air around her, and Alastor instinctively averted her gaze, stuttering, "I—I’m sorry!" Her voice was a fragile whisper of mortification. "I must have arrived too early."

Lucifer’s smirk was a wicked blend of mischief and allure as she leaned lazily against the doorframe, entirely unperturbed by her lack of clothing. In a moment of involuntary curiosity, Alastor's eyes flickered downward, catching an unexpected and unfamiliar sight of a penis resting above Lucifer’s vagina; she quickly looked away, her stomach knotting with a sensation she had never felt before.

A rush of conflicting thoughts assailed her; she had only heard rumors whispered in hushed tones about the unusual anatomy of female alphas possessing both a penis and a vagina. She had dismissed these as nothing more than idle gossip from her omega sisters and a few omega brothers, tales with no grounding in reality. Yet here was Lucifer, who was standing before her, tangible proof—proof she hadn’t anticipated. As she caught sight of Lucifer’s growing arousal, her cheeks flamed anew with horror. This was a moment meant for mates only.

“There’s no need to be shy, my coffee girl,” Lucifer teased, her voice a smooth blend of amusement with something darker. “Come in; I’ll get dressed.” Her golden eyes sparkled with unspoken promises as she added playfully, “Alastor, you really don’t need to be embarrassed by what you just saw...” With a gentle touch, Lucifer twirled a finger around one of Alastor's curls. "Sweetheart, don't you find it…delightful watching my cock react for you, Alastor? It's only telling you that I got pleasure from you admiring it; it's saying hello. Would you like to give it a handshake? Or do you want to see what's happening underneath my cock?"

At Lucifer's words, Alastor could only manage a breathless gasp, overwhelmed by the explicit nature of this encounter. She barely managed to stammer out an exclamation, “Pervert.” Lucifer’s laughter, warm and knowing, filled the air.

“Yes, indeed I am,” Lucifer replied softly, adding with a teasing lilt, “And I’m getting wet just for you, so be a good girl this weekend." She winked, leaning closer. “You may end up begging for mommy to fuck you." Alastor gasped in shock; she had never been spoken to in such a way. Lucifer was truly a pervert, just as her mama and father had warned her might happen if she ventured beyond their small town.

Still trembling and flushed with humiliation, Alastor stepped inside, entering a space that was both elegant and unexpectedly intimate. The room was adorned with framed pictures of Vox and Lucifer on the walls, their smiles and shared moments captured in time. She had never known that Vox and Lucifer were together; it was a revelation to her that two alphas could even be in a relationship.

Her father had always dictated what was acceptable, so she had kept to herself or mingled only with those raised under the same strict beliefs her parents upheld. Since moving away, she had been overwhelmed by a whirlwind of culture shock. Not many had wanted to talk to her or be her friend, calling her a “country bumpkin” with no education. The owner of the coffee shop had been the nicest person she'd met since moving to the big city. Well, Vox and Lucifer had been kind to her too, but they were alphas, and she has to be careful.

No sooner had she entered the living room than she was met with Vox, equally nude, moving with an air of unhurried disregard. Each step was deliberate, a testament to her calm, carefree demeanor as she strolled past Alastor, completely unbothered, with no hint of any shame. The room seemed to pulse with an intoxicating blend of desire and defiant freedom, causing Alastor’s throat to constrict and her face to flush a deep shade of red. “D-Do you two really just wander around like this all the time, unburdened by any shame and sin?” she stammered, her voice quivering as she struggled to maintain her composure. Alastor could hardly believe what she was seeing; bodies were supposed to be covered at all times except for bathing, dressing, or during mating.

Vox’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief as she noticed Alastor’s distress. With graceful ease, she halted and, with a theatrical flourish, plopped down beside the trembling omega on a plush, velvet couch. She spread her legs in a provocative invitation, one leg draped over the back of the couch while the other dangled off the edge. Her arms rested languidly behind her head, a picture of confident relaxation. “Well, our little omega showed up earlier than expected,” she purred, her voice laced with mischief and teasing. She stretched luxuriously, adding, “Tell me, are you enjoying the view, my omega?”

Alastor squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to preserve any semblance of calm and composure. Her mama’s voice echoed in her mind, warning her to close herself off from such forbidden sights. Yet, her omega instincts whispered to her, urging her to surrender to the alpha's presence and just take a little peek. Alastor tried to fight it, but she couldn’t help noticing the stark differences: Vox’s penis was thicker than Lucifer’s, and the alpha vagina was glistening with dampness that still looked wet, along with a fresh bite mark clearly visible on her inner thigh. Alastor then realizes how hard Vox's penis is, and Alastor's eyes widen with realization.

Had she interrupted Vox and Lucifer just before they were about to engage in intimacy? “I—I didn’t see anything,” she lied, as though hoping that falsehood could erase the internal struggle raging within her. Images of pleasure and defiance clashed violently with the values she had been taught since her youth, values that had warned her to steer clear of lustful thoughts steeped in carnal desire, to avoid indulging in such acts until one was ready to mate for life with the one they were courting with. Now, she found herself lost in conflicting emotions and ingrained beliefs, torn between the world she had known and the alluring, unfamiliar one.

In the next room, Lucifer rummaged through a nearby dresser with careless precision, her laughter a low, amused purr that filled the space. “Oh, sweetheart, you certainly did see something,” she teased, her voice a mix of playful mockery and undeniable assertiveness. A spark danced in her eyes as she silently mused, did her adorable coffee girl truly forget that alphas could detect even the faintest trace of arousal?

With slow, deliberate grace, Vox leaned in, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes. Her slender finger gently guided Alastor’s chin upward, compelling their gazes to merge in a moment of intimacy. “And judging by the way you smell, I’d say you enjoyed it,” she cooed in a velvety murmur. Her voice lowered to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down Alastor’s spine, Vox continued, “If you behave like a good girl this weekend for me, maybe I’ll let you choose: whether it’s a taste of my pussy, my cock, or even both.”

Alastor’s protest emerged as a fragile, feeble whisper, overwhelmed by the rush of desire and the weight of ingrained propriety. “I—I did not!” she stammered, her voice quivering with inner turmoil. “I’m sorry, Vox, I can’t—” The words faltered as she struggled to express herself without sounding defiant or like a whore. “I... I mean, I don’t want any taste of what you’re offering me,” she said, hesitantly gesturing downward, her voice thick with the life that had taught her to reserve passion only for the moment of lifelong commitment.“I was raised to never indulge in such acts until I’m mated. I’m sorry.”

Vox responded with a snort, her amusement evident as she savored the clash between the tradition and temptation happening on Alastor's face, which gave it away, and Vox thought, Fuck, Alastor is truly adorable in every way.

Finally, Lucifer unearthed a set of garments. With practiced ease, she dressed in a loose, pristine white top paired with boxer shorts that skimmed her form. She casually tossed a blue shirt and matching boxer shorts toward Vox. “Get dressed, Vox. Our shy little omega seems utterly overwhelmed,” she declared in a tone blending gentle authority with a teasing edge. Lucifer then put her hair up in a messy bun.

Vox pouts dramatically for a heartbeat before slipping into the clothes with deliberately slow, sensual movements. Each motion seemed choreographed to hold Alastor’s attention captive, a deliberate dance of seduction designed to provoke curiosity and ignite desire. As Vox slowly pulled the shirt over her head, her smirk remained unbroken, observing every flicker of interest that danced across Alastor’s eyes. Vox then ran her hands in her hair.

Lucifer gracefully settled beside Alastor on the couch, crossing her legs. With a tender, almost affectionate gesture, she brushed a stray curl from Alastor’s ear. “Alastor, you’re going to have so much fun; you might not even want to leave come Monday,” she murmured softly, her voice laced with both promise and mischief. “Now, let’s get you ready.”

Alastor swallowed hard, her pulse racing in her chest; this weekend pressed down upon her. This was far more than just letting them take pictures of her as their model; in that delicate, vulnerable moment, Alastor felt torn between terror and longing. A silent plea surged within her, a desperate prayer for protection, a fervent wish not to be ensnared by their enticing, taboo allure before the proper time. She could not, would not, succumb to temptation until it was truly meant for the right time to mate, because if she fell into sin, she would cause them to sin with her.

Episode 4

 

Alastor stood awkwardly in the middle of the makeshift studio, which had been set up in Vox and Lucifer's bedroom. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the rapid beat nearly drowning out the soft hum of the camera equipment that filled the air. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the dimmed lighting, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, as if they were conspirators in some delicious secret.

The wardrobe, or lack thereof, that they had chosen for her was nothing short of scandalous. Bold, daring, and utterly foreign to anything she had ever worn. The satisfied, almost predatory smirks playing on their lips made it painfully clear that this was just the beginning of the "fun" they had planned for her.

Vox handed her a delicate lace thong, her grin widening into a Cheshire-like smile when Alastor hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Why would someone want to wear only a piece of string?" Alastor asked aloud, examining it between her fingers.
Alastor waited expectantly for a bra, but when nothing else was handed to her, she frowned.
“…What about a bra?” She asked, her voice tinged with hope and a touch of desperation, silently praying they had one to offer.

Lucifer let out a soft, velvety chuckle that seemed to wrap around her like silk. “You won’t need one,” she purred, stepping closer until Alastor could feel the warmth of her presence.
Alastor swallowed thickly, suddenly acutely aware of the coolness in the room, as if the temperature had dropped just for her. A slight shiver ran down her spine, and she rubbed her arms in an attempt to ward off the cold. “Is it always this cold in your room?” she murmured.

Vox, engrossed with adjusting different cameras, barely acknowledged her question. “We like to keep it cool in here,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

 

Lucifer smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “I think it’s just you, sweetheart. You must be sensitive.”
Alastor bit her lip, unsure how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and vulnerability.

Shivering slightly, she watched as Vox continued tinkering with the camera along with a laptop while Lucifer sorted through a collection of clothes. She held up a mini skirt, its fabric catching the light and casting shimmering reflections around the room.

 

“Put this on, sweetheart," she cooed softly, her eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. "It’ll look perfect on you.”
Alastor felt heat creep across her cheeks as she accepted the skirt from Lucifer’s outstretched hands. The material was scandalously short, barely enough to cover her hips, yet she had little choice but to comply. She could feel their eyes tracking her every movement, savoring her hesitation as if it were their favorite form of entertainment.

Then, Vox handed her a crop top.
“Vox, I really need a bra for this,” Alastor protested, feeling the flimsy material between her fingers as though it might disintegrate at any moment. She worried about how big her breasts were; what if they fell right out?
Vox snorted, leaning in close enough that Alastor could feel the warmth of her breath against her skin. “Your breasts don’t need a bra right now, Alastor. Honestly, it’s cute how you’ve managed to keep them hidden for so long.”

Blushing furiously, Alastor snatched the clothes and darted into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her with a soft click, desperate for a moment of solitude.
She exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the mirror as she stared at her reflection.
I can do this, she told herself. It's just pictures; let them take them.

 

With unsteady hands, she took off both of her well-worn shirts and unclasped her bra, a worn, weary piece that had certainly seen better days.
As she slipped on the crop top, Alastor gasped at how snug it was, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. Too snug. The bottom hem barely reached past her ribs, and her breasts threatened to peek out from underneath if she moved too suddenly, a precarious balance of modesty and exposure.

Swallowing down a fresh wave of nerves, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, hesitating before removing her underwear. The thong felt unnatural as she pulled it on, a constant reminder of just how little fabric there was; truly nothing more than a piece of string.

She shifted uncomfortably, frowning at the unfamiliar sensation. Alastor then moved on to the mini skirt—only to find that no matter how much she tugged it down, it had other ideas. The fabric stubbornly rode up with every subtle movement, as if it were alive with its own mischievous intent. This is humiliating, she thought, staring at her reflection with wide, uncertain eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to step back into the bedroom. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, Lucifer’s golden eyes darkened with intrigue, like a predator spotting its prey, while Vox’s lips curled into a devilish grin, a playful glimmer dancing in her gaze.

“Well, look at that,” Vox teased, her voice a silky, melodic purr that filled the air. “You look absolutely adorable, darling. But you're holding back.”

Alastor squirmed under their piercing gazes, instinctively tugging the hem of her skirt lower. Yet, as if mocking her futile attempt at modesty, the fabric defiantly inched back up, drawing Lucifer and Vox’s attention. Their gazes sharpened with a predatory focus, and in that moment, she realized the issue: they had gotten a glimpse of her unkempt private area.

Her heart plummeted; a wave of shame crashed over her. She averted her eyes, turning her head away in embarrassment, convinced that her lack of grooming must be repulsive to them. A strangled noise of mortification lodged in her throat, her cheeks aflame as she quickly moved her hands to shield herself.

But before she could, Lucifer’s fingers, soft, warm, and gently wrapped around her wrists, effortlessly pulled them away.
“No need for that, sweetheart,” Lucifer murmured, her touch lingering like a whisper of temptation straight out of Eden, sending a shiver down Alastor’s spine. “I was wondering if my omega would have such a lovely bush that would be hiding pure honey for their alpha to consume.”

Vox tilted her head, her manicured finger tapping thoughtfully against her lips, as though pondering a delightful secret. “Honestly,” she mused with a soft, almost tender lilt, “it’s kind of… endearing. Will you let me tend underneath your lovely bush that you have grown?"
Alastor wished for nothing more than to disappear into the ground and vanish from sight.

Before she could fumble out a response, Lucifer gracefully stepped back, her delicate fingers reaching for the camera. With a knowing smirk, she gestured toward the other cameras positioned strategically around the room.

“Strike a pose, sweetheart,” Lucifer instructed, her voice smooth and inviting, wrapping around Alastor like a warm blanket. “We need to capture the look.”

With reluctance weighing on her limbs, Alastor complied, shifting awkwardly on her feet as she sought a position that felt even remotely right, trying not to expose too much skin in the mini skirt that barely covered her and the crop top that threatened to reveal even more than she was comfortable with. Every movement felt risky, as if the slightest shift would bare too much, making her cheeks flush with self-conscious heat.

Vox clicked her tongue in disapproval, a sound sharp as a whip crack. "That won’t do, Alastor; you are too stiff."

In a flurry of motion, hands guided her Lucifer, tilting her chin with a delicate touch, adjusting her gaze to a more flattering angle, while Vox shifted her hips, aligning her in a way that accentuated her natural curves. The persistent adjustments left Alastor breathless, her skin tingling with the heat of their proximity. Her stomach twisted with nervous energy as she felt the fabric of her skirt ride up slightly, exposing her inner thighs. She swallowed hard, determined not to fidget too much.

The first few flashes left her stiff and unsure, but as the session continued, the tension in her body slowly began to unravel—if only a fraction.
Lucifer and Vox slid into the frame effortlessly, their bodies pressing close, enveloping her in their presence. Alastor barely had time to question it before Lucifer's warm breath caressed her ear.

"We’re just helping you pose, sweetheart."

Helping?

Then why was Lucifer coaxing her onto Vox’s lap?

Alastor barely registered the next set of flashes before Lucifer’s hand glided smoothly along her thigh. The touch sent shivers down her spine as she tried not to flinch when a warm finger brushed aside her thong, but the weight of their gazes on her body made her hyper-aware of every sensation. As she laid her head on Lucifer’s lap, while Vox lifted her chin, their lips were mere inches apart. She hadn’t even noticed when Lucifer had coaxed her into kneeling between them, her head resting against Lucifer’s thigh as she instinctively reached up for Vox.

Vox chuckled, her arms tightening securely around Alastor’s waist in a reassuring embrace. "You’re such a good girl, darling."

Lucifer had her positioned in a chair, legs apart, her body leaning forward, as though surrendering to the moment. The skirt did not cover her at all now, making her fidget nervously, her hands gripping the edges of the seat for stability. The crop top, already precarious, shifted slightly, and she quickly crossed her arms to prevent any more unwanted exposure.

Alastor wasn’t sure how she managed to breathe. Her mind swirled in a haze of warmth and confusion.

As she looked up at Lucifer, her tongue peeked out involuntarily, betraying her inner turmoil. Why was this warmth growing inside her while the air outside felt so cold?

Lucifer’s gaze met hers, a tender smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she gently played with Alastor’s hair in an intimate gesture. Lucifer spoke softly, “Such a good girl you are being; Alpha is proud of you,” she murmured.

Lucifer ran her wrist under Alastor’s nose, and instinctively, Alastor inhaled Lucifer's scent. The effect was immediate; her pulse quickened, and a deep warmth settled in her chest.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the tender brush of Lucifer’s fingers tracing along her lips. A tantalizing urge stirred within her, but she fought it back, letting the cool air wash over her. Pleading softly, her eyes held a mix of lust and worry.

"Lucifer, don’t touch me like that, please. You are not my alpha. Only mates can act in such a way," Alastor whimpered as the heat surged anew.

Lucifer smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "Okay, Alastor."

Alastor jumped slightly as Vox’s voice suddenly pierced the air.

“Next!” Vox exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she presented Alastor with a sheer shirt, so translucent it barely concealed the soft curves of her form beneath. The delicate fabric fell just past her thighs, a teasing veil that hinted at what lay beneath rather than hiding it.

Alastor’s eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and hesitant desire flickering across her face as she took in the garment. The very thought of wearing something so revealing made her skin prickle with unease. It was as though she were standing naked before them already. Instinctively, she clutched at her chest, trembling fingers pressing against herself as if that alone could shield her from their gaze.

“You don’t need to hide, darling,” Lucifer purred, her voice laced with equal parts reassurance and mischief, savoring the way Alastor squirmed under their attention. “No one is judging you here.”

A reluctant sigh escaped Alastor’s lips. There was no point in delaying the inevitable—running off to the bathroom to change would only amuse them further. Slowly, she turned her back to them, lifting her snug crop top over her head. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine as her bare skin was exposed, vulnerable under their watchful eyes. With careful precision, she slipped the sheer garment over herself. The shirt clung to her like mist, offering nothing in the way of true coverage.

In a feeble attempt at modesty, she crossed her arms over her chest, as though this simple act could protect her. Yet when she finally turned back around, their lingering stares made her feel like a sinner.

Vox clicked her tongue in teasing disapproval. “You’re hiding your breasts from us,” she chided, her smile laced with enjoyment. “Just let your arms fall.” Her gaze dipped lower, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And that mini skirt, darling, take it off. The shirt is more than enough to leave us admiring every inch of your gorgeous form.”

Alastor swallowed hard, glancing down at herself. The flimsy material offered no real coverage; it's merely a tantalizing glimpse of her silhouette. The thong beneath felt laughable as a barrier—an insubstantial shield between concealment and exposure.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed gently, giving her a soft yet insistent nudge, as if urging a reluctant flower to unfurl. “Let us relish in the sight of that gorgeous body of yours.” Her voice carried a promise, a reminder of the wager sealed in ink and contract.

“Remember, little Omega,” Lucifer murmured, her golden eyes darkening with something deeper, something inescapable. “You lost the bet.”

Alastor stiffened, the weight of the words pressing down on her.

“As per our agreement, should you break its terms, you must pay us if you refuse to do what we asked of you.” Lucifer’s lips curled as she tilted her head, her gaze sharp with amusement and something far more possessive.

Alastor’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had tried to read the contract, her frustration winning out, with all those big words; the only thing she understood was payment, that she would have to pay them for breaking the deal.

Lucifer licked her lips as she watched how Alastor averted her gaze from Lucifer, uncertainty flickering in her expression. Alastor had never fully read the contract, or better to say, she had trouble reading it. Lucifer was grateful for how Alastor's parents never properly educated her, never allowed her to finish her schooling; it certainly helped her and Vox.

Alastor believed payment just meant money after she had given up trying to understand the contract, but in truth, her forfeit would come in the form of something far more binding: becoming their cherished mate.

Either way, by the end of the weekend, she would be theirs. Whether by breaking the deal or by willingly stepping into the carefully laid trap they had set for her.

Alastor hesitated, biting her lip as she stood frozen, her body trembling under the weight of their command. She exhaled deeply before finally allowing her arms to fall to her sides. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, causing her nipples to harden, a reaction that did not go unnoticed.

Both alphas drank in the sight before them, their gazes darkening with pleasure. Their omega’s nipples were a delicate shade of brown, which only added to her allure. With every breath she took, the sheer shirt shifted, teasingly revealing glimpses of the provocative thong beneath, offering no real concealment.

Between the chill of the room and the heat of their hungry stares, a shiver went through her. She fought the urge to cover herself again, knowing that any attempt at modesty would be dismissed.

Then, the camera clicked.

Lucifer and Vox began snapping photos, their lenses capturing every flicker of emotion that crossed Alastor’s face. Uncertainty, vulnerability, and something else simmering beneath the surface. The charged atmosphere deepened as the alphas reveled in their omega's hesitant submission, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of admiration and hunger.

Vox, no longer content with simply watching, set her camera aside and stepped toward Alastor. Meanwhile, Lucifer remained behind the lens, her gaze unwavering as she captured every moment, every shift in their omega’s expression.

With a satisfied click, Lucifer continued, her fingers steady, her intent clear, each photo painting a story of their omega's first taste of pleasure.

 

Episode 5

Without warning, Vox swept Alastor into her arms. The sudden movement sent a shockwave through her, drawing a startled scream from her lips. In a soothing, almost hypnotic murmur, Vox reassured her, "Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Alastor." Her steady grip was grounding, a quiet promise of safety. Pressed against Vox’s warmth, Alastor whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest.

The insistent heat of Vox’s body rubbed against her own, the contrast of the cold air heightening every sensation. Each movement sent a new wave of warmth through her, igniting something deep inside. A warning echoed in her mind—her mother’s voice, urging her to stop, to resist leading an alpha into sin. But that voice was fading, drowned out by the instinctive purring of her omega nature, craving her alpha’s touch.

The heat kept building steadily, chasing away the chill in the air, leaving only the fire within her. Confusion and desire tangled in Alastor’s thoughts. What was this overwhelming sensation? A dampness formed between her thighs, mingling with Vox’s own. She whimpered, feeling herself grow wetter with each slow, deliberate movement. It thrilled her. It terrified her. She had never felt anything like this before.

Vox whispered something to her about how it can retract, "What retracts?" Alastor panted out.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed up at Vox, her voice trembling as she moaned her name. Vox quickened her pace, the friction between them becoming unbearable. Alastor’s thong, now utterly ruined, Vox’s pre-cum dripped onto her lower stomach, mixing in with both juices of Vox and hers, already coating Alastor’s folds and thighs. The intensity sent her spiraling, lost in sensation.

Vox gently placed a wrist in front of Alastor’s nose. As she inhaled deeply, her eyes glazed over, her omega instincts starting to awaken.

“You’re doing so well, omega, just keep breathing in my scent like a very good girl,” Vox murmured as Alastor obeyed, surrendering to the pull of her instincts as Vox carefully settled her into Lucifer’s lap.

With an intimacy that spoke of shared secrets, Lucifer’s lips descended onto Alastor’s neck, each tender kiss igniting sparks of anticipation. She trailed her lips slowly down one side of the omega’s neck, reaching the very place where alphas left their mark to claim their mate. Lucifer softly ran her tongue along the spot, teasing, before gently biting down, never once breaking the skin.

As Lucifer continued her slow, deliberate kisses and playful nips, Alastor’s eyes flickered with an unspoken invitation. She watched as Vox deliberately slipped off her now completely soaked thong. Vox held Alastor close for a few moments, whispering soft praises about what a good omega she was being for her alphas.

“So proud of you,” Vox murmured, her lips brushing Alastor’s ear. “Letting us take care of you like this, darling.” Vox touched Alastor's lips with her finger before kissing her softly. Running her tongue along her lips, Alastor slowly opened her mouth; Vox slipped her tongue, and with care, she ran it along Alastor's tongue. When Vox heard her omega panting into her mouth, she moved away; her saliva mixed with Alastor. Alastor started to whine as her lips started to quiver.

Lucifer placed her wrist in front of Alastor’s nose, Vox doing the same.
“Breathe in our scent, omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Your loving alphas’ scent.”

Alastor leaned back into Lucifer’s chest, her breasts like soft pillows against Alastor’s head. She tried to nestle herself deeper into Lucifer’s embrace, letting out a soft sigh. She felt safe and protected, cradled in the arms of her alphas. Her mind drifted asleep, surrendering as her omega instincts fully took control.

Soft, contented purrs filled the bedroom, but the omega had yet to fully grasp the deeper pleasure awaiting her. Relaxed in Lucifer’s embrace, Alastor barely noticed the subtle shift as Lucifer leaned back in her chair, her legs spreading apart.

Lucifer’s hands moved slowly, tracing down Alastor’s stomach, fingertips gliding over her belly button before descending further. She hesitated for a moment as her fingers hovered over Alastor’s untouched bush, savoring the sight. A low grunt escaped Lucifer, arousal deepening at the mere sight of her omega’s natural beauty. With careful reverence, she reached out, letting her fingers stroke gently over the unshaven hair.

Before she could continue, Vox’s hand covered hers, guiding her movements. Both alphas began to pet their omega in soft, steady strokes, their touches synchronized in perfect harmony. Alastor’s hips started to move instinctively, responding to every caress. Small moans and breathy pants filled the air, growing louder as Lucifer’s fingers pressed more firmly, her touch deliberate, stroking in a steady rhythm.

With every movement, Alastor’s body reacted, her hips rolling, pressing into their hands, each shift brushing her against Lucifer’s firm, guiding touch. Vox’s fingers moved in tandem, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as they continued their slow, methodical worship of their omega. While Lucifer cock pressed hard along Alastor's soaking core resting along her folds, three inches peeking out beneath Alastor's bush like it’s hiding in the coverage of her omega-loving warmth.

“That’s it, Alastor. Let us show you who you belong to,” Lucifer cooed. “Feel how Vox is caressing you with such care.”
A dreamy smile spread across Alastor’s face as she softly purred and moved her hips. Vox’s tongue was precise, deliberate, tracing intoxicating patterns along her heat. Alastor moaned as fresh new honey started to flow as Vox's tongue gently slipped into her folds, softly pushing them open so delicately, purposefully, like a honeybee landing upon a flower to collect its pollen.

Lucifer’s fingers sought out Alastor’s most sensitive spot, her touch gliding smoothly, igniting waves of pleasure as she traced over Alastor’s clit.
“Feel my touch, come for your alphas, little omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice husky with desire. “And give Vox the sweetest honey you’ve kept buried under your bush.”

The combined artistry of Vox’s skillful touch and Lucifer’s slow, sensual strokes sent Alastor over the edge, her body responding with a shuddering climax. The cameras set around them silently chronicled every decadent moment, capturing the raw intimacy they shared. Their ministrations continued, teasing every ounce of pleasure, stoking the fire deep within Alastor, nudging her ever closer to surrender.

They indulged in their omega, savoring every reaction, until Alastor’s senses gently guided her toward awakening.

A tiny, vulnerable moan escaped Alastor’s lips as Lucifer’s fingers grazed over her nipple before drawing it into her mouth. A low, satisfied hum vibrated from Lucifer as her tongue swirled around it, her teeth grazing lightly against the hardened surface before pressing a soft kiss against it. She continued to play with Alastor’s breast, teasing and coaxing, her movements equal parts tenderness and torment that made her plead for Lucifer to stop.

“Please… stop,” Alastor pleaded, though the breathless hitch in her voice betrayed her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind struggling to steady itself against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. The intense sensations were battling for dominance, threatening to consume her completely.

Lucifer placed one last lingering kiss against Alastor’s nipple before finally releasing her.

In that moment, the cameras captured an angelic pause: Alastor’s body arching backward, her luxurious curls cascading over her face as they nearly kissed the ground, her legs draped effortlessly over Vox’s shoulders. Vox held her hips in a firm yet gentle grip, her eyes burning with insatiable hunger as she took in the intoxicating scent of Alastor, savoring it, letting it fill her senses completely.

Alastor shivered as the sudden warmth caressing the space between her thighs was gone, only to be replaced with the chilly air of the room. She ached for that heat, missing the feeling of being enveloped in its comforting embrace. Where did it go? she wondered. The sheer shirt she wore now clung to just one breast, leaving the other exposed with a tiny hickey that she can't see.

Lucifer’s gaze softened as she licked her lips, kneeling beside Alastor, who was still hanging upside down, lost in the intensity of the moment.

“Are you sure, Omega?” Lucifer murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s lips, slipping her tongue inside. Alastor moaned, instinctively leaning in eagerly, melting into the kiss.

Amidst the haze, a sharp voice sliced through the pleasure.

Her mama’s stern words echoed in her mind. "You're stronger than lust. Only whores and sinners behave in such ways, Alastor, and no child of mine will ever be a sinner."

The cruel memory wavered as Lucifer pulled away, standing tall, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Alastor’s gaze fixated on Lucifer’s arousal, her core glistening with desire. Unconsciously, Alastor's tongue darted out, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.

As Lucifer fingers herself, her eyes never leaving Alastor’s, she strokes her cunt, leaving her juice splashed onto Alastor's face, and as her fingers go deeper, she moans out Alastor’s name between gasps of pleasure. Alastor watched, mesmerized, heat pooling deep in her stomach, making her feel lightheaded, dizzy even. Vox tightened her hold on Alastor.

When Lucifer climaxed with a deep, shuddering moan, she collected her essence before extending her slick fingers toward Alastor, her expression filled with both command and affection.
“Here, Omega,” she purred. “Taste your alpha’s nectar; it’s been freshly made with love.”
Vox snorted at Lucifer’s playful tone, amused by her lover’s antics.

Obediently, Alastor took Lucifer’s fingers into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the warmth and taste. A purr rumbled in her chest as she nuzzled into Lucifer’s hand, seeking more of her touch, her scent, her taste.

Then, suddenly, a wave of discomfort hit her stomach. A strange sensation twisted inside her.
And then it was gone like it never happened.

 

Episode 6

Alastor’s chest tightened as a searing heat pulsed through her, each wave of warmth almost unbearable in its intensity.
Is this what a heat feels like?
Am I on the brink of my first?

She hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at her. Should I tell them? What if it’s just a false alarm? Omegas were supposed to know these things, right? She was nearly 21, yet she had never experienced her first heat. What if they laughed at her, just like all the big-city Omegas? For not knowing such a basic thing?

Then, just as suddenly as it had surged, the sensation vanished, leaving no trace.
Alastor let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was nothing.

There was no need to embarrass herself, no need to be the fool who didn’t even know her own body. She wouldn't; she was homeschooled by her mama and father in how an omega should act; her mama would have told her, right?

Alastor's inner omega murmured softly in her mind, We want our alphas..."Let them touch us, please."
But beneath that yearning, her mama’s voice echoed like a distant chime, sharp with disapproval. Good girls don’t give in to temptation. Only whores act like this, Alastor. Omegas who lead alphas to sin are unholy and a disgrace."
Alastor whimpered, torn between desire and duty. She wanted to be good—to make her alphas proud, but she also wanted to honor the expectations her parents had drilled into her.

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a knowing glance before Lucifer cupped Alastor’s face, her voice a soft purr.
“Yes, Alastor. You are such a good girl. You make your alphas so proud.”

Vox grinned, running a soothing hand along Alastor’s cheeks before wiping away a few tears. “We love our little omega. She’s so cute and sweet; her shyness just makes us want to tease her. And that little dash of sass? Irresistible.”

Alastor’s lips trembled as fresh tears welled in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. She sobbed, her voice breaking.
“I’m not a whore, Mama, I’m not, Father,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

You are a good girl, her inner omega reassured Alastor. Our alphas said so.

Yet the war inside her wouldn’t stop. A dull, throbbing ache settled behind her temples as the voices of her parents clashed with the desperate voice of her inner omega telling her to give herself to their alphas.

"I'm a good girl. I'm a good omega, right?" She whimpered to herself out loud. "I’m not a whore. I’m not! Mama, Father, I’m a good girl! I'm not a sinner!"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as the phantom voices of her mama and father screamed at her from the depths of her mind, calling her a filthy sinner, disgusting whore. She will burn in hell.

Lucifer held her close, purring into her ear, her voice thick with love.
“No, sweetheart. You’re not a whore. You’re our good little omega, our good girl.”

Vox leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss over Alastor’s forehead. “You are the perfect mate we’ve been waiting for. Your parents were wrong, love.” Her voice was warm, filled with affection.

Lucifer gently laid Alastor down onto the bed, her touch careful, reverent. Alastor lay there, staring up at them, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. Time had slipped away. What exactly had transpired between them? She wasn’t even sure. Had they been taking pictures… right? She felt sleepy. Did she just have a breakdown? “ Her parents voices, which were once screaming at her, were fading away; she started purring along with her inner omega.
For the first time, her parents hushed words were gone; they were completely silent.

But something else was different. Her body felt foreign, an unfamiliar warmth pooling deep inside her, an ache gnawing at her core, and then, just as quickly, it was gone. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her body, but a fear slowly crept in, but she was calm again, sensing something soothing under her nose.
Could this truly be my first heat?
Lost to the smell of both Lucifer and Vox.

She whispered, “I… I think this is my first heat. Help?”

Both alphas grinned, their gazes darkening with something both possessive and deeply affectionate.

“A first for everything, it seems,” Lucifer purred.

Vox smirked, pressing a kiss to Alastor’s flushed cheek. “Don’t worry, little omega. Your parents may have failed to teach you, but we’ll make sure you learn everything you need to. And we’ll be more than happy to do so.”

And with that, they would teach their omega what suited them, that is.

Lucifer and Vox both started to whisper into Alastor's ear, “Are you luring us to mate with you?” Lucifer ran her tongue along Alastor's neck before whispering, “Sweetheart.” Vox did the same on the other side, adding, “My darling, without courting them first.” Alastor started to apologize to them.

 

Episode 7

Lucifer pressed a soft kiss against Alastor’s lips while Vox cradled her hand, intertwining their fingers with tender care. As Lucifer slowly pulled back, her lips hovered just inches away, leaving Alastor gasping in anticipation."Sweetheart, you aren’t in heat yet… But would you like to make your alphas very happy?"

Lucifer whispered, her eyes locked onto Alastor’s. Alastor hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her hips beginning to tremble slightly as a slow, insistent heat stirred inside her. Vox guided her gently, encouraging her to explore her own pleasure. With patient instruction, she moved Alastor’s fingers along with her own, tracing slow, deliberate caresses over Alastor’s outer folds as she praised her.That’s it, Omega. Very good… just like that," Vox murmured, her voice a soothing mix of excitement. "Keep stroking yourself for your alphas. Feel how good it is? That’s all you have to do, Alastor. You’re making us so happy."

Lucifer gently spread Alastor’s legs, taking her hand and positioning it beneath Alastor’s ass, urging her to lift her hips just a little higher.Vox chuckled softly as Alastor shivered under her gentle touch. With deliberate movements, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers to her sensitive core, the warmth of Alastor's own desire growing with every stroke. The sensation sent a shudder through Alastor, making her hips arch instinctively, pressing her ass firmly against Lucifer’s guiding hand. Lucifer only laughed, holding Alastor in place, right where she knew Vox wanted her.

That’s it, Omega—feel how your delicate fingers entwine with mine as you pleasure yourself for your alphas," Vox cooed, her voice dripping with sultry approval. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she withdrew her guiding finger, leaving behind a trail of anticipation. "Now, continue… Show me what you’ve just learned."

Under the watchful eyes of both alphas, Alastor obeyed. Her body responded instinctively, hips rising in a slow, sensuous rhythm that perfectly mimicked the teasing movement of her fingers. Each delicate stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her, and as she pushed her fingers deeper, a slick trail of arousal glistened and dripped onto the soft sheets beneath her.

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, a pleased smile playing on her lips as she tenderly ran her fingers through Alastor’s curls. Vox, watching intently, continued to murmur soft praises until Alastor gasped Vox's name in a burst of deep release.

Lucifer pressed a gentle kiss to Alastor’s forehead as she let out a soft, needy whine, silently pleading for her alphas’ touch.

"Shh, sweetheart," Lucifer whispered, her tone soothing yet firm. "Not yet. Vox has more to teach you… and you’ll enjoy every moment of it, I promise."

The whining melted into a warm purr as Lucifer leaned in closer, their bodies pressing together, breasts softly colliding as she captured Alastor’s lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues met in an intimate dance, slow and teasing, before Alastor instinctively traced her tongue along Lucifer’s, seeking more of the intoxicating warmth her alpha provided.

"Alastor," Vox purred, her gaze dark with intent as she watched the intimate display between her wife and their omega. "Are you ready to try something else?"A soft moan was Alastor’s only response, until Lucifer momentarily broke their fervent kiss, allowing her to gasp out, “Yes, Alpha,” her voice trembling with need as she waited for Vox to teach her. Lucifer smiled against her lips before settling atop her, fingers threading through Alastor’s curls with tender care.

Meanwhile, Vox reclaimed Alastor’s hand, guiding her fingers with deliberate precision, coaxing soft, irresistible whimpers from her omega. Alastor bit her lip, her body responding instinctively—hips rising, swaying in perfect synchronicity as every touch ignited hidden pleasure, sending waves of exquisite stimulation coursing through her.

Lucifer pressed down on Alastor, their bodies entwined—breast against breast, skin fevered and pulsing with desire. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate motions, lifting her ass in the air as the tip of her cock teasingly brushed against the soft hair of Alastor’s bush, mingling with the slick warmth of Lucifer's pre-cum and their essences. Arousal blended, like a symphony of sensation, as Lucifer’s lips trailed fervent kisses along Alastor’s neck, leaving behind a path of burning need.

"Do you like that, Omega?" Vox’s voice was husky, thick with desire. "There are even more secret places where your fingers can learn to dance… and I can show you.With deliberate care, Vox adjusted Alastor’s trembling fingers, guiding her touch with expert precision. Soft, shuddering moans spilled from Alastor’s lips as her finger moved along with Vox’s fingers, her body responding eagerly to every stimulating touch.

At the same time, Vox turned her attention to Lucifer, taking her free hand to pull her closer to her mouth until Lucifer's cunt nearly touched her lip. With slow, purposeful movements, she parted Lucifer’s folds, her tongue teasing along the sensitive heat. Lucifer moaned, her body tensing as Vox worked her with practiced skill—stroking, savoring, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Lucifer’s hips moved instinctively, her need growing with each flick of Vox’s tongue. She rocked against her wife's mouth, a silent plea for more. Meanwhile, Vox’s other hand remained within Alastor, skillfully guiding her omega’s fingers, showing her exactly where to touch, where to press, and where to stroke to bring herself the most pleasure.

Balancing between dominance and indulgence, Vox relished the sounds of both her wife and their sweet, eager omega moaning for her at the same time.

Lucifer’s movements became more frantic, her hips rolling desperately as she chased the sensation building within her. "Vox... please..." she moaned, her voice drenched in lust, grinding against her wife’s mouth, demanding more—needing more.

But Vox held back, refusing to give in completely. She kept control, teasing, prolonging the pleasure, watching as Lucifer’s frustration mounted. That was, until Lucifer took what she wanted, grinding her hips down hard enough that Vox’s tongue was forced deeper inside, her nose pressed against Lucifer’s slick folds.

Lucifer let out a sharp cry, her body trembling. "Vox, I told you, I want you to go harder with your tongue, DAMN IT." Her voice was rough, raw with need. "Don’t fucking tease me, bitch."

Vox smirked against her wife's heat, her tongue swirling teasingly one last time before pulling back just enough to murmur, "Okay, wife... I’ll fuck you good."

And with that, she dove back in, determined to ruin Lucifer with pleasure.

Alastor’s moans grew louder, her breath hitching with every teasing stroke of Lucifer’s steadily hardening cock as it rubbed insistently along her tender folds. Her body trembled with a mix of desperation and desire, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Please… Vox… Lucifer… make me feel good.”

Vox pulled away from Lucifer’s cunt, her chin glistening with juices as she lazily licked the side of her lips, a satisfied smirk playing across her face. Lucifer let out a low grunt of displeasure.

“Hush now, Lucifer,” Vox murmured, her tone dripping with amusement. “Master is busy; she has to take care of our omega.”

Lucifer froze, instantly silent, and Vox’s smirk widened. She loved being the top Alpha in their marriage. But for now, her attention was on Alastor.

“Shh, it’s okay, Alastor,” Vox soothed, running her fingers down Alastor’s trembling thigh. “We’ll take care of you properly when you go into heat. But for now… can you show me what you’ve learned?”

Alastor whimpered, nodding quickly. “Y-yes…”

“Such a good girl for your alphas,” Vox purred.

As Vox slowly withdrew her fingers, Alastor let out a needy whimper at the sudden loss. But before she could protest, Vox guided Alastor's trembling hand, replacing her fingers with Alastor's own.

“Now, keep going, Omega. I’ve shown you how it’s done,” Vox commanded, watching intently.

Alastor obeyed, mimicking the movements Vox had taught her, though her body ached for more. It wasn’t the same; her own touch lacked the dominance, the teasing skill that made her moan so shamelessly under Vox’s hands. Just as frustration built inside her, something pressed down against her fingers, forcing them deeper.

She gasped, her moans breaking into desperate cries for her alphas. Pleasure crested—once, then twice, each wave stronger than the last. On the third, as she shattered completely, she heard Lucifer’s voice moaning above her, a deep, satisfied sound, before warmth spilled over her trembling fingers, coating them in a sticky heat.

Alastor’s exhausted body gave in, her fingers still twitching inside her as sleep claimed her, the last thing she felt a blissful haze of warmth and satisfaction.

Vox only grew hungrier for her omega, but it wasn’t time yet. Instead, she shifted her focus back to Lucifer. With deliberate intensity, Vox lavished attention on Lucifer’s cunt while simultaneously stroking Lucifer’s cock, not realizing she was pressing Lucifer’s hardness into their omega’s core.

Lucifer, utterly lost in pleasure, let her eyes gleam with unabashed delight as her cock grew with arousal. Alastor’s moans filled the air, echoing Lucifer's name, each sound making Lucifer’s desire burn even hotter.

“That’s it, Omega—keep fingering yourself for your alphas until you reach your ultimate climax,” Lucifer urged, her voice husky with command. As if obeying on instinct, Alastor’s passion soared to new heights. Her essence spilled in shimmering trails across the bed as her hips arched higher, fingers delving deeper to stimulate both her clit and the secret zones of electrifying pleasure within her core that Vox had taught her to touch, all while Lucifer’s cock guided her trembling fingers to even greater depths.

Meanwhile, Vox closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating taste of her lover, the room filled with the symphony of panting and moans. Each touch, each whispered breath, sent ripples of pure ecstasy through their intertwined bodies.

So by the time Alastor’s third overwhelming orgasm sent her into blissful sleep, her fingers still twitched instinctively, her pleasure echoing in her dreams.

When Lucifer finally came down from her orgasm, Vox calmed down from pleasing her wife and omega. For them both to become aware of something—about an inch of Lucifer's cock was nestled inside Alastor’s pulsing heat.

Their thoughts were the same: fuck.

Lucifer grunted softly as Alastor’s fingers brushed against her cock. Shit, she thought. She had to be careful—this was meant to bring Alastor into heat, not to make her think they had triggered it themselves. There can’t be any evidence.

Vox quickly moved, fetching a towel. “Here, love,” she murmured, her voice still thick with lingering desire.

Lucifer shifted, trying to reposition herself carefully, but even the smallest movement caused Alastor to moan softly in her sleep. Her body instinctively sought more, and Lucifer’s hips almost bucked in response.

Vox chuckled. “Lucifer, just finish off in her. We can clean up—hell, we can change the sheets fast.”

With a low grunt, Lucifer slowly moved her hips, carefully pushing her cock deeper into Alastor's core, pushing Alastor's fingers along with it, never once ever breaching Alastor’s hymen. Lucifer let out a deep grunt, and with heavy breathing, she pulled out the evidence of her release, which was now scattered artfully across Alastor’s delicate bush. while Vox wipes Lucifer's cock off. making sure no cum got on the bed. Lucifer grunted as she retracted her cock back inside. Vox smirked; so Lucifer wants to be mated when we claim Alastor.

No damage has been done. Lucifer and Vox then smirked at the sight of how much cum was spilled inside their omega, at how beautifully her bush looks with her alpha cum on it.

With practiced ease, they set to work. Lucifer gently cleaned away the mess with a soft washcloth, ensuring no traces remained. Vox, with equal care, wiped Alastor’s hand and fingers before helping her shift into a more comfortable position. They checked the sheets, ensuring there was no visible evidence of Lucifer cum.

Then, with a knowing look, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers back to that precise, secret spot. They waited, silent, watching for the moment their omega would start to moan again, as Alastor's hips started to move, her fingers fucking her, and Alastor cried out in her sleep for her alphas.

Lucifer pulled Vox into a slow, heated kiss, both of them relishing the moment.

It was time for the next step.

episode 8

Lucifer and Vox moved swiftly, ensuring the cameras ceased capturing any further footage. Vox got to work erasing incriminating images, subtly altering others from the past few hours. She meticulously adjusted the risqué photos, making it appear as though Alastor had been wearing different clothes all along. At the same time, she discreetly saved the unedited originals to both her and Lucifer's laptops in their studio, ensuring Alastor would never see them. Alastor had never grown up around technology and wouldn’t even know how to turn it on, but it was safer for those pictures not to be kept at home. She wouldn’t even realize they had been edited.

While Vox remained occupied, Lucifer methodically scrubbed the floor, ensuring every trace was erased. Once satisfied, she retrieved the $3,000 chair, fully intent on destroying it and replacing it with its copy. Their neighbors are a tight-knit group of elder alphas, all with mates just like Alastor. The elder alphas watched with knowing expressions. Just as Lucifer prepared to set the chair ablaze, Valentino emerged from his property, smirking, a can of gasoline in hand. Without a word, he offered his fire pit. Lucifer’s grin mirrored his as Valentino unlocked the gate, ushering her inside. Together, they tossed the chair into the pit, dousing it in gasoline before setting it aflame. The fire roared to life, consuming the chair in a scorching spectacle. One by one, the elder alphas nodded in approval, approaching Lucifer with congratulatory pats on the back, acknowledging her for securing her mate, for taking control, and for doing what was necessary.

As the fire crackled behind her, Lucifer stepped back into her home, shutting the door behind her. Vox wrapped her arms around Lucifer from behind, whispering into her ear, "My pretty alpha, let's take a shower; master will take care of you, get you all nice and clean; would you like that pet?" Lucifer moans Vox's name when Vox bites her neck. "Yes, master." Lucifer whimpered when her wife bit down harder, drawing blood.

Once both alphas emerged from the shower, their bodies pristine, they looked as though they had never once laid a hand on their omega. They stood for a moment, watching Alastor sleeping. A slow smile crept across Vox’s lips before she knelt, tasting the sweetness their omega had made just for them. She turned to Lucifer, pressing a deep kiss against her lips, her tongue sliding in, sharing the intoxicating taste. Lucifer moaned, savoring the lingering essence of Alastor on Vox’s tongue, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.

Vox gently removed Alastor’s fingers and licked them clean while Lucifer retrieved a red sundress. They carefully dressed her, slipping the fabric over her head and guiding her arms through the sleeves. Vox adjusted her breasts within the dress before pushing up the bottom half, ensuring everything was just right. As Alastor stirred slightly, Vox placed her fingers back where they had been. Lucifer and Vox held their wrists under Alastor’s nose.

"Shh, Omega, go back to sleep. You’re tired; rest for your alphas like the good girl you are." Alastor whimpered, her body instinctively responding as Vox slid her fingers alongside Alastor’s own. "This feels good, doesn’t it? Why wake up just yet, my little omega, when it feels so nice? Be a good girl and keep sleeping for your alphas." Alastor’s hips started to move, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she moaned their names. As she climaxed with a shudder, she fell into a deep, contented sleep once more, her fingers still moving.

With a satisfied sigh, the alphas set to work, preparing for what was to come. Their omega lay in bed, lost in dreams of pleasure, her body betraying her with each soft, quivering climax. As the sheets beneath were getting soaked as she grew with desire, her scent thickened in the air, calling to her alphas to claim her.

 

Episode 9

Lucifer and Vox had been taught by the elder alphas how to properly handle an omega raised in an environment like Alastor’s. They had moved into this neighborhood after meeting Valentino and the others.

When they first spoke with Valentino, they noticed his mate behaved and dressed similarly to Alastor. However, the moment the pink-haired omega saw Valentino, he ran straight to him, gazing up as if Valentino had hung the very stars. Seeing this reaction, Lucifer and Vox asked Val about his mate, and he soon realized they weren’t trying to deceive him.

Both alphas showed him a photo of Alastor, explaining that they loved her, but she refused to speak to them or even let them get close—simply because they were alphas. Understanding their predicament, as he had gone through the same thing, Valentino gathered the other alphas in the neighborhood for a meeting. This gathering was exclusive to those whose mates had been raised in isolation, denied formal schooling, and brought up by parents with cult-like teachings.

The key, they explained, was to deceive Alastor’s inner omega. Omegas raised in such an environment would never allow themselves to be touched or spoken to by big-city alphas, believing them to be corruptors intent on leading them to sin. Val made it clear: omegas were taught that everything they did or do could lead to sin, which would lead the alpha to sin.

The trick was patience, approaching with minimal contact and scent at first while using the very conditioning her parents had instilled in them. Call her "omega," offer small doses of praise, and wait for them to gradually open. Once she begins to warm to you, continue reinforcing the bond. Then, strategically withdraw your affections and scent for a few days before reintroducing it, teasing her with the absence. Repeat this cycle for months to a year.

The inner omega would start craving their alpha, while Alastor themselves would not have noticed any change. That is when it's time to make your move.

A bet is the perfect entry point. Challenge your omega in an area they would believe themselves skilled in, but with an element they didn’t fully understand, and that's technology. Keep any visible clocks out of sight, rely only on phones for timekeeping as a subtle manipulation tactic, and ensure an insider that she trusted was involved to help you two.

A contract should be in place beforehand. When you start the bet with her, use that as one way to get her. Valentino looked both Lucifer and Vox in the eyes before starting to talk again. The first thing she should notice on the contract is payment; she would assume it was about money. That if she did not keep her word, she would have to pay you with cash. So buried the part where Alastor would have to be your mate in legal jargon and unfamiliar terminology. Your omega will struggle to decipher what she is reading; she would surrender to the terms. And, given her conditioning to honor agreements, she would follow through.

Valentino smiled at both younger alphas and then offered to have one of his lawyer friends draft a contract when the time was right.

Valentino continued, "Now, do remind her of the bet if she starts to hesitate. Make it something simple but private, something no one else can see. You two can use your profession as models to get the omega alone, away from prying eyes. Once she is in your home, praise her. Call her 'good girl' and 'good omega,' and tell her how proud you are of her. Mix it in with affectionate terms like 'sweetheart,' 'darling,' and 'love,' alongside 'your Alpha,' 'our omega,' 'our little omega,' and 'my omega.' This will gradually weaken her resistance, drawing out her inner omega. It will start to feed the cravings she has been denied in her life, the longing for human touch. Be sure to touch her, tease her, and play with her; this will create an internal conflict, a war between her mind and the teachings of her parents."

"It will break Alastor," Valentino said, his voice smooth but firm. "Once that happens, she will depend on you both entirely. When that moment comes, comfort her, reassure her. Tell her she is your perfect omega, that she is such a good girl, and that her parents were wrong. Tell her you love her." His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Tease her body, bring her to new heights of pleasure, but do not mate with her yet. Your goal is to draw out her heat. Touch her, taste her, play with her, but do not fully claim her until it's time."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed in confusion. "Why does Alastor have to be in heat?" Vox finally asked. "If she’s ready to mate with us, then—"

"Lucifer and Vox." Valentino’s tone dropped to an icy coldness as he addressed them.

The most damaging aspect of omegas like Alastor’s upbringing was the belief that if they went into heat with an alpha they were not courting, they alone were to blame. They had been taught that they had lured the alpha into sin, that their very desire was a trap leading them to impurity. The omega was always seen as the sinner, always at fault. They were conditioned to avoid most alphas—only family, elders, and children were deemed safe.

By mating with an omega raised this way, they would believe that they had wanted to sin, that they had forced the alpha to act sinfully towards them; instead of the omega being the victim, it's the alpha who is seen as trapped in a union with an impure omega. And that belief makes them the most devoted mate imaginable. They would dedicate themselves to pleasing their alpha, becoming the perfect housewife, the perfect mother. Sweet, loving, and always eager to serve; it's their way of seeking forgiveness for sinning.

The elder alphas advised Lucifer and Vox to remain ever playful and teasing towards their omega, never be too forceful. Even after mating with Alastor, she would experience a deep psychological void—her parents’ teachings would leave scars; they may no longer have control over her, but it will leave an emptiness that needs to be filled. It would be your responsibility as her alpha to replace those teachings with new beliefs, to become her entire world. She would need structure, guidance, and reassurance that her devotion to her mates should not be out of duty for forgiveness, because the act of mating while in heat is never sinful but a natural between alphas and omegas who love each other.

So Lucifer and Vox, if you're not ready for that type of responsibility, then leave Alastor alone. That is what you have to do for an omega like Alastor, so do you two really love her? Val asked, arms crossed, glaring at both women. before he started talking again. when both Lucifer and Vox only nod his way. Val sighed.

If you truly chose to proceed, I promised you that your omega would become the most devoted partner, one who would see her alphas as infallible, incapable of wrongdoing. Alastor would think you both hung the moon and stars in her eyes.

Then came the warning.

Lucifer and Vox were met with cold, piercing stares as the elder alphas growled in unison. "If we ever see even a single sign of abuse on that omega, we will kill you." The threat was not empty. These alphas had dealt with abusers before, those who had hurt an omega in their neighborhood, and they would do it again without hesitation. Then they would take Alastor in as their own, along with any offspring she bore with them as part of their pack.

Lucifer and Vox felt a genuine fear settle deep in their bones. Who knew that a group of elder alphas could be so terrifying?

With those wise words and a chilling threat from the elder alphas, Lucifer and Vox began to strategize. Their goal was clear—to win over their sweet coffee girl, Alastor, who had started working at a coffee shop next to their agency’s.

They made a habit of calling the shop every day, specifically requesting Alastor to deliver their coffee. The owner, a grumpy older beta with little wealth, dared not refuse them. He knew better than to anger two powerful, rich alphas. The shop didn’t even offer delivery, but under hushed orders from Husk, the staff was instructed to keep that fact from Alastor. None of them wanted to risk the consequences of crossing Lucifer and Vox.

Their fascination with Alastor had started the moment they first saw her through the shop’s window. She had been struggling with a television remote, pressing the wrong buttons with an adorably confused expression. They had walked in, seating themselves at a nearby table to listen.

"Why can’t we just use a radio for entertainment?" she asked in a shy, quiet voice.

Husk muttered to himself as he gently took the remote from her hands. With a tired sigh, he flipped it the right way and pressed the correct button. "Alastor, I told you already. This is the big city. People here don’t care about old-fashioned things; they want flashy, modern entertainment. A radio won’t cut it."

His voice took on a sarcastic edge. "This isn’t your backwoods town where inbreeding is the main pastime."

Alastor’s expression fell. "But Husk, inbreeding is forbidden where I come from. Lusting after one’s family is a sin."

Husk frowned, rubbing his temples. "Damn it, kid. I was joking about how tiny your town is. It’s so obscure, it’s not even on a map. You’re like something straight out of the 1930s—except worse."

Alastor’s eyes widened with curiosity. "Can you teach me how to make jokes, Husk?"

Husk sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. What kind of place had she come from that she couldn’t even recognize sarcasm? The poor thing could barely read above a third-grade level. "Yeah, kid. I’ll teach you." Husk hadn’t meant to take in a stray omega, but here he was, showing an 18-year-old the ropes of city life.

 

Since that day, Lucifer and Vox had been working in the shadows. They paid off people to keep their distance from Alastor, ensuring that Husk remained her only real friend. They weren’t worried about some old beta making a move on their future mate. However, whenever they tried to approach her, she would either flee, drop the coffee in a nervous panic, or sweat profusely, never looking at them, and place the coffee as far away from them as she could, then take off running. If they visited the shop, she would hide behind Husk, peering at them with wide, wary eyes while Husk shot them glares.

Determined to earn her trust, they played the long game. After their meeting with Valentino and the other elder alphas, they devised a slow and careful plan to lure her out. It took years, but in that time, Alastor had honed her coffee-making skills. Finally, the moment was right.

Throughout their waiting period, they maintained regular meetings with the elder alphas, providing updates and receiving advice. The elder alphas, in turn, reassured their mates that they were guiding two young married alphas on how to respect each other in marriage. The neighborhood’s omegas, seeing Lucifer and Vox as just two young married alphas who were helpless alphas without an omega mate to care for them, took it upon themselves to help. They banded together, delivering home-cooked meals once a month for the pair to freeze, ensuring they never went hungry.

And so, when the time came for Lucifer and Vox to seal the deal, they called Val to prepare the contract for them. The elder alphas, proud of their guidance, made plans to throw a grand celebration after the mating was completed.

episode 10

After several hours, Alastor gradually awoke from a peaceful nap. Slowly, she sat up in the soft bedding, still caught in a hazy daze. A blissful smile graced her lips until she realized her thong was missing. Her fingers continued their unconscious, delicate exploration, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she became aware that she had been pleasuring herself in her sleep and was still doing so now, fully awake.

Overcome by guilt, she noticed the glistening trace of her own arousal had ruined the alphas’ bed cover. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she averted her eyes from the evidence of her self-indulgence. Then, in a sudden, involuntary spasm, her hips bucked upward, and a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips as her fingers brushed against something sensitive. A shiver coursed through her spine. She slowly traced her fingers over it once again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Alastor’s legs shook as her hips moved in rhythm. A whimper escaped her as she felt her fingers being clenched tightly inside her.

In that exquisite moment, she reached a climax that only deepened her guilt. Her breath came in heavy pants, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. How did this happen? A horrified thought struck her—I need to apologize for defiling their bed. They may be perverts, but what I just did? I’m nothing more than a depraved omega, reduced to sinful acts. The weight of shame bore down on her. They will think I’m impure. I should be punished.

Just then, both alphas strode into the room, clad in impeccably tailored suits. They exchanged quiet, knowing glances as they looked at Alastor and then away. Lucifer, with practiced ease, adjusted the soft lighting to cast seductive shadows, while Vox meticulously set up the cameras to capture every fleeting nuance. With a smooth, deliberate motion, Lucifer handed Vox a laptop before gracefully exiting the room.

Reclining at the edge of the bed with a roguish grin, Lucifer reached out to gently caress Alastor’s hair. Her voice carried a teasing sweetness as she cooed, “You are such a good girl, my little omega. Just look at all that sweet honey you’ve blessed us with… right here on your alphas’ bed. Are you leaving your mark, dear omega? There’s no need to waste your exquisite essence on bedding. If you had simply asked, we would have delighted in savoring every last drop of your nectar rather than letting it go to waste.”

At her words, Alastor’s instinct propelled her to push Lucifer away, but in her flustered state, she tumbled onto the floor.

Leaning over her in a teasing yet commanding manner, Lucifer smirked. “Alastor, the view you’re giving me is simply irresistible. If you just spread your legs a bit wider for me, I swear I’d be seeing heaven.”

Alastor’s sundress draped over her face as she blinked in confusion. What does Lucifer mean by that? Scrambling to her knees, she shot Lucifer a flustered glare. “Please stop that, Lucifer. Why must you be such a pervert?”

Shame gnawed at her. Am I leading them into sin? Should I break the deal and pay them instead?

Lucifer chuckled lightly. “I’ve done nothing but compliment you, sweetheart. Even in your chiding, you’re so adorable.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Alastor, you’ve marked your alphas’ bed with your lovely juices, staking your claim. I’m so proud of my little omega. Alastor, you’re such a good girl for Mommy. So tell me, Alastor, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?”

Alastor’s face turned a deeper shade of red as a new dampness formed between her thighs at hearing Lucifer praise her. Just as Vox reentered the room, Alastor was slowly starting to pant as she rubbed her core against the floor. Lucifer grinned, ready to keep teasing her with just her words. Before she could, Vox threw a book at Lucifer, hitting her squarely in the chest. Lucifer laughed and blew a kiss at Vox.

Approaching the dazed omega, Vox extended a soft, backless dress with a daring thigh-high slit. Once Alastor calmed down, her face was a portrait of horror and flushed embarrassment.

She took it with trembling hands and retreated to the bathroom. There, in the harsh light of the mirror, her reflection revealed a scarlet blush covering her face. She methodically washed her hands, the motion punctuated by the echoes of Lucifer’s words: “So tell me, Omega, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?” Alastor buried her face in her palms.

The answer reverberated bitterly within her; yes, it had felt good, too good even. And now, that pleasure was inextricably tangled with shame. She expected the stern rebukes of her parents, but silence greeted her instead. A shiver ran down her spine, and deep within, her inner omega purred with desire. Though burdened by the sense of sin, she resolved to see the ordeal through, to finish what she had started. Then, she would return home and enact her own penance for her sinful acts with Lucifer and Vox.

Alastor glanced at the sundress. Did I put this on? Her memory was hazy, but if she was wearing it, she must have. With a sigh, she slipped into the elegant garment. As she stepped back into the room, standing before the two alphas, she became aware of how the dress accentuated every curve. The thigh-high slit exposed tantalizing glimpses of her inner thigh, while the design left her back completely bare.

With tender care, Vox helped her into a pair of elegant heels. Each click of her steps resonated with newfound poise. She then artfully arranged an accessory in her hair, pulling it up with meticulous care before applying makeup that enhanced her beauty and softened her anxious eyes.

“You look absolutely stunning in this dress, Alastor,” Vox remarked with genuine warmth. “When Lucifer and I saw it, we knew it was simply perfect for you.”

Meanwhile, Lucifer touched up her hair and makeup with the precision of an artist, correcting the slightest imperfection with deft fingers. Then, she fixed up Vox’s makeup and hair.

Then something had shifted within Alastor.

Embracing the moment, she posed willingly, her quiet submission transforming into an unspoken invitation. Tilting her chin slightly, she angled her face to catch the soft glow of the lights, her lashes fluttering as she offered the perfect balance of vulnerability and grace.

The alphas approached with respectful tenderness, their touches imbued with care rather than impropriety. Vox adjusted her posture, fingers barely grazing her waist as he guided her into an elegant arch, accentuating the curves of her form. Lucifer traced the line of her jaw with a feather-light touch, ensuring the perfect composition for the shot.

They cradled her gently, moving her in a delicately orchestrated dance, each savoring the moment as if it were a ritual of its own. Their movements were synchronized, effortless, as though they had rehearsed this intimate ballet countless times.

With an intimacy bordering on reverence, they guided her across their protective arms, their lips hovering tantalizingly close to her own. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, but she held the pose, her expression serene yet alluring. At one point, they wrapped her in a warm embrace, her head resting contentedly against the steady rhythm of Vox’s chest, her eyes half-lidded in dreamy surrender.

For the final capture, both alphas knelt before her, their gazes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. Each took one of her hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her skin, their eyes brimming with affectionate admiration. The camera shutter clicked, immortalizing the moment—a tableau of devotion and adoration.

In that cherished instant, Alastor reveled in the experience. Happiness enveloped her, her inner omega purring in delight as she closed her eyes, sinking into the cocoon of warmth and affection that Vox and Lucifer had so freely given her.

Lucifer’s grin deepened as she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement, “You’re looking divine, Alastor. But the real fun is yet to come.”

As she slowly opened her eyes, reality pieced itself together like fragments of a dream. The last few minutes—right, the pictures. That’s right, she was modeling for Vox and Lucifer. She had lost a bet.

Leaning in, Vox whispered gently into her ear, her breath sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, the best for last.”

In that tender moment, a sharp pang shot through her stomach, sudden and fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

episode 11

Alastor’s chest tightened; her heart pounded noisily in her ears, while the once-crisp air seemed to lose its chill in the heady haze of anticipation. Before her lay the final piece, a translucent nightgown, nearly weightless, its ethereal fabric shimmering like liquid moonlight. The delicate material floated around her fingers as if sentient, brushing against her skin with a whispering caress. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, betraying the clash of uncertainty and desire welling within her.

“Why is it so thin and soft?” Alastor asked in a hushed, shaky tone, her voice barely carrying over the whisper of fabric. Genuine confusion laced her words, a trace of vulnerability flickering beneath them. “How is it supposed to keep someone warm at night?”

Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief before soft laughter filled the air. The sound was both tantalizing and alluring.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Vox reached out, her slender fingers trailing along the tender curve of Alastor’s flushed cheek. “It’s not meant to ward off the chill, darling,” she purred, her voice rich with playful seduction. “It’s for igniting that exquisite warmth between you and your mate.”

Lucifer leaned in, lips a mere whisper away from Alastor’s ear. “Besides,” she purred, her tone dripping with velvet promise, “our darling omega looks simply ravishing unclad by layers.”

A shiver of both delight and trepidation surged through Alastor at their words. The heat blooming within her fused with the electric tension in the air, leaving her breathless. The sheer intensity of their attention was overwhelming, intoxicating, even terrifying. Their eyes, burning with intent, seemed to pull her deeper into something she hadn’t dared imagine when she first crossed their threshold. She didn’t want to admit it, but the way they looked at her, the way they spoke to her, and the unwavering attention they gave her was starting to make her feel… different.

Gently, Vox cradled Alastor’s chin between her fingers, tilting her face until their gazes met. “We even picked out matching sets,” she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. “Would you let us capture this moment on camera? It would bring joy to your alphas—after all, wouldn’t you want to make us happy, our precious girl?”

Alastor’s pulse quickened, shallow gasps escaping her parted lips. A hazy warmth clouded her mind, her body already betraying her as a quiet, desperate whisper tumbled forth before she could even think—

“Yes… I want to make Alpha happy.”

As the words slipped from her lips, the atmosphere shifted.

A subtle change in Alastor’s scent rippled through the air, a heady blend of fear and arousal, one that did not go unnoticed. Vox’s smile deepened, while Lucifer’s soft purr resonated like a dark promise. Their little omega had gone into heat. Both alphas took another deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of roses and sage.

With gentle insistence, they dressed her in the delicate nightgown, Lucifer’s careful hands smoothing the sheer fabric over Alastor’s curves while Vox adjusted the cameras to capture every breathtaking moment.

“Here, Alastor,” Lucifer whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You look truly divine. Now, rest on the bed while Vox and I prepare ourselves.”

On unsteady feet, Alastor made her way to the bed, collapsing face-first onto the plush mattress. A moan slipped from her lips, muffled against the sheets, her body instinctively seeking relief as she slowly began to grind against the bed, lost in the haze of heat.

Tears welled in her eyes. She was a sinner, battling the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume her. Her inner omega cooed softly, trying to comfort her, whispering that this was exactly where she was meant to be. Alphas called them their good omega. Alastor only stopped crying when the familiar scent of Lucifer and Vox filled her nose once again.

The room pulsed with the sensual energy of their proximity. Lucifer's and Vox's bodies pressed intimately against Alastor, each caress captured by the unblinking cameras positioned around the room. As Alastor’s gaze remained fixated on her alphas, the intensity of their desire became almost overwhelming.

Lucifer, settling on the floor, felt the tender weight of Alastor’s head resting against her chest. She helped Alastor rub her heated core against her own to create friction, as her body sought the grounding warmth of Lucifer’s closeness, even as the teasing pressure of her need grew more insistent. Moving Alastor’s hips at a steady pace. Lucifer murmured, “Omega, you’re doing so good.”

Alastor only whimpered. Lucifer stopped what she was doing and hugged Alastor tightly, stopping to place a kiss on her forehead. The camera captured the moment as Lucifer pinned Alastor down and began kissing her, while her hands played with Alastor's breast.

Vox cradled Alastor in an embrace, bending her gracefully backward as her lips brushed softly along the sensitive curve of Alastor’s neck. Her fingers delved daringly into the depths of Alastor’s core. Every touch, every whispered promise, drew Alastor deeper into an intoxicating heat. Vox knelt before her stomach while Alastor stood on unsteady feet, panting, unable to form words. She had caused them to sin—

But then, those thoughts were drowned out by the want and need of her inner omega taking over once again. Vox lifted Alastor's nightgown. “My Alastor, you smell amazing.

Vox slipped her tongue into Alastor’s core, wrapping her arms around Alastor's waist. Each stroke and curl of her tongue sent Alastor spiraling deeper. Overwhelmed by the orgasm Vox had brought her, Alastor collapsed into a tormented heap on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She clutched at Vox, then Lucifer, who knelt beside her.

“Please, help me,” she pleaded through choked sobs. “I’m scared… I’m sorry… Don’t leave me. I’m so bad… so sinful. Please, forgive me.” Her cries were a desperate mix of remorse and longing, echoing in the charged silence of the room.

 

Alastor kept repeating herself. “I’m sorry, Vox. I’m sorry, Lucifer. Please forgive me for trapping you, for making you sin.”

With predatory tenderness, Vox brushed a tear-streaked cheek. “We will care for you, darling. There’s nothing to fear at all, love. There’s no sin in your beauty,” she soothed, her voice dripping with seductive reassurance. “You’re such a good omega,” she added softly. “My very good girl. You are no sinner in my eyes, but a goddess who has blessed me and Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she slid an arm around Alastor’s waist, effortlessly lifting her into a protective embrace. “Sweetheart, you need not beg for forgiveness,” she murmured, her tone both gentle and commanding. “What we are about to do is the only way to keep all of us from sinning. You will only have sex with your mates, right, Alastor? We are your alphas, your mates. Your heat has started to bring out our rut.”

Alastor whimpered, guilt washing over her. They told her she wasn’t a sinner, but the two alphas were going into a rut because of her. She had caused it.

Together, Lucifer and Vox spread their pheromones with deliberate movements, pressing their wrists to Alastor’s nose, inviting her to breathe in the heady aroma of their dominance. “Just breathe, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed, her whisper a soft litany of safety. “You are safe—immerse yourself in our scent.”

Alastor’s chest rose and fell as drool dripped from her mouth. She moaned, lost in the pleasure of her mate’s scents. “That’s it, just keep breathing us in. It feels nice, right?”

Dizziness washed over her as her world narrowed to the hypnotic pull of their presence. Her trembling hands danced feverishly across their skin. In a haze, she licked Lucifer’s wrist and buried her face in Vox’s hand, desperate to absorb every trace of their scent.

“Let us mate with you. Don’t you want two powerful alphas to take care of you?” Vox’s fingers traced Alastor’s lips while Lucifer’s hand slipped beneath her nightgown.

Alastor tried to say “yes,” but her voice caught in her throat. She jerked as Lucifer’s fingers slid between her folds. A fresh wave of guilt crashed over her; Alastor apologized.

“I’m a sinner,” she sobbed. “I’ve failed in my duty to remain pure.” The intensity of her heat overwhelmed her, her body caught between desire and self-reproach, before her inner omega fully took over her body; she heard, You will never be a sinner in our eyes." "We will kill any who dare call you such."

 

Lucifer and Vox exchanged satisfied, knowing glances; their carefully orchestrated plan to push their omega into heat had worked. They would have to give thank-you gifts to the elder alphas who had helped them. Without them, they never would have gotten their mate.

Vox pressed a lingering kiss to Lucifer’s lips before disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with a small bag containing a pill, deliberately broken in half, a gift entrusted to them by Val. It was designed to give the illusion that they had fully entered their rut, ensuring that while the heat roared within Alastor, a faint ember of lucidity would remain in them.

With quiet precision, Vox took her half and, with deliberate care, placed the remaining piece into Lucifer’s waiting mouth before discarding the bag without a sound.

By unspoken consent, Vox and Lucifer placed their trembling omega onto the bed. After three and a half long years of yearning, their long-awaited claim was finally going to be consummated.

Chapter 6: Five Times Alastor Avoided Intimacy (+1 Time She Didn’t) Fem!Alastor/Charlie

Chapter by Alastorarepair (Mushishield)

tags- Mutual Pining, Flustered Alastor, Confessions, Charlie Knows What She Wants, Dramatic Alastor, Charlie Takes Charge, Alastor Has No Game

1. The Almost Kiss

Charlie sat beside Alastor, tilting her head with curiosity, as if trying to decode a mystery wrapped in pinstripes and static.

“Alastor… Have you ever kissed anyone?” She asked, her voice light and playful, but with a spark of genuine intrigue.

Alastor let out a dismissive huff, straightening her bowtie with exaggerated bravado. “Why, I am a dashing individual; anyone should feel honored if I kissed them.”

Then, a beat of silence. Her confident grin wavered. “However, Technically… no.”

Charlie’s smile curled mischievously. “Would you like to?”

For the first time in ages, Alastor hesitated. “I—” she started, her usually quick tongue caught in a rare moment of uncertainty.

Before she could answer, a thunderous crash erupted from the lobby.

Charlie gasped, leaping to her feet. “Oh, come on! Can we have one moment without property damage?!”

With that, she rushed off, leaving Alastor frozen in place, a trembling hand pressed to her chest as if she could still feel the ghost of the question lingering in the air.

 

2. The Dance That Never Was

 

The hotel had been transformed into a dreamscape of swirling colors and masked figures. The masquerade ball was in full swing, and Charlie was glowing with excitement as she practically dragged Alastor onto the dance floor.

“C’mon, Alastor! Just one dance!” She pleaded, already lacing her fingers through Alastor's own.

Alastor sighed dramatically, but there was a telltale smirk on her lips. “Well, I suppose I can humor you, my dear,” she said, allowing herself to be led.

They moved in perfect rhythm, twirling and gliding across the floor as if the world around them had melted away. Charlie’s golden eyes shimmered behind her mask, her white dress swirling.

Alastor was captivated.

The warmth of Charlie’s hands on her waist sent a strange, unfamiliar spark shooting through her, an emotion far too overwhelming for Alastor to process.

Panic flickered in her eyes.

With a theatrical flourish, she spun out of Charlie’s grasp and took a grand bow. “My, my! What a thrilling dance! But I’m afraid that’s all for now, dear!”

Before she could protest, Alastor's form flickered, melting into shadows, leaving Charlie standing alone, confused.

“…What just happened?” She muttered, staring at the empty space where Alastor had been only seconds ago.

 

3. The Accidental Confession

One cool evening, Angel cornered Alastor, arms crossed and hip cocked, his tone a mix of accusation and genuine curiosity. "Alright, smiles, spill. You got a thing for Charlie, don’t you?" His smirk was sharp, but his eyes searched for something real in Alastor’s face.

Alastor let out a laugh. “Oh, whatever could possibly make you think that?” She quipped, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away.

Angel groaned, throwing his hands up. "Oh, I dunno, maybe the longing stares, the whole 'tragic pining' aesthetic you got goin’ on? You look at her like she put the sun in the sky, but you won’t make a damn move. What gives?"

Alastor said nothing for a few minutes. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she admitted, “Because… I’ve never done any of this before.” The words felt heavy, raw, slipping past the cracks in her usually unshakable demeanor. "Also, Charlie is still with Vaggie."

Angel’s teasing smirk faded as he studied her. He could tell her the truth, that Charlie and Vaggie were over. That wasn’t his place. Instead, he let out a sigh, clapping a hand on Alastor’s shoulder.

"Smiles, listen. Just don’t string her along, alright?" His voice was softer now.

With that, he turned and strutted away, leaving Alastor alone with her thoughts.

 

4. The Deal Almost Made

 

Charlie had made a bold proposition. She leaned in, her breath warm against Alastor’s ear, her voice low and teasing. "Let me have your virginity."

Alastor’s entire body went rigid. A sharp, static crackle filled the air as her face turned a brilliant shade of red. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, grasping for words like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.

“M-My dear!” She finally sputtered, forcing out a laugh that sounded just a touch too high-pitched. “What about you and Vaggie?”

Charlie huffed, crossing her arms. “Alastor, I broke up with her weeks ago.”

Alastor blinked rapidly, her usual composed expression slipping into one of pure confusion. “Wait, what?” She had sensed nothing amiss between Charlie and Vaggie. No fights, no tension. Had she truly been so oblivious? "What Happened."

Charlie simply shrugged. “It just… wasn’t meant to be.” Then she smiled, stepping closer. “But this could be.”

Alastor swallowed hard.

“So?” Charlie pressed, her golden eyes filled with hope. “Do you want to kiss me?”

For one fleeting second, Alastor nearly said yes.

But then the fear crept in. The uncertainty. The terrifying notion of vulnerability.

So instead, she chuckled, smoothing down her suit with a dramatic flourish. “Ah, my dear, if I said yes so easily, where would the fun be in that?” She shot her a playful smirk, dodging the question entirely.

Charlie rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

 

5. The Breaking Point

Charlie had decided this was the night she was done waiting.

She found Alastor alone, idly humming to herself in the dim glow of the hotel lobby. Without hesitation, Charlie stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Alastor,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “Tell me the truth. Do you want me or not?”

Alastor froze.

Her hands clenched at her sides, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. The answer was yes; it had always been yes, but to say it? To admit it? That was another thing entirely.

Charlie saw the hesitation, saw the war raging behind those crimson eyes.

So she leaned in, her voice softer now, coaxing. “I don’t want just a night. I don’t want a fling. I want you. I want you as my wife.”

Alastor let out a sharp breath, her whole body locking up as though she had been struck. “You—” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie held her hand firmly, but gently, her touch grounding. “I know about your soul.” Her voice softened even more. “My dad… he was talking to Husk. I know, Alastor. And I can free you.”

Alastor swallowed hard. “And in return?”

Charlie’s lips curled into a smile, warm but unwavering. “Marry me. Give me your heart, and I’ll get back your soul.”

 

+1. The One Time She Said Yes

Alastor had always been the one in control, the one who played the game, never the one who got played.

But Charlie had outmaneuvered her; this was her chance. Her best chance. And yet, even more terrifying than the idea of reclaiming her soul… was the idea of giving her love to Charlie.

Her throat tightened, fear and longing colliding in her chest. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “It’s a deal.”

Charlie’s grin was radiant. And then her lips met Alastor’s.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was deep, determined, and completely undeniable. A kiss filled with promises, not just of freedom, but of love.

And for the first time in her existence… Alastor let herself surrender. Completely.

Chapter 7: Guardian Angel Au Fem!Adam/Fem!Alastor

Chapter by Alastorarepair (Mushishield)

tags

Unseen Love, Unconditional Love, Soft Femslash, Forbidden Attraction, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Episode 1: The Silent Guardian

The soft patter of rain against the window filled the small, dimly lit room. Alastor, a girl of sixteen with auburn curls and wide, curious eyes, sat curled up on her bed, staring out at the gray skies. Her knees hugged tightly to her chest, and her lips moved as she whispered into the still air.

“I hope you enjoyed our walk today,” she murmured softly, her voice trembling. “I… I know I’m not very interesting, but I like having someone to talk to. Even if it’s just you.”

In the far corner of the room, Adam stood silently, invisible to Alastor’s mortal eyes. Her heart ached at the sight of the lonely girl. Sent by Heaven as her guardian, Adam was not used to this; she was a leader of the exorcists, punished for overstepping her duties. She only had to watch the human to protect her from a distance. But something about Alastor had always been different. There was a quiet strength in her, a determination to hold on even when the world seemed to conspire against her.

Alastor’s life had been a series of small tragedies: neglectful parents who barely noticed her, cruel classmates who mocked her, and a house that felt less like a home and more like a cage. Yet, through it all, Alastor spoke to the air as if she knew someone was there.

Adam had watched her grow from a wide-eyed child into this fragile yet resilient teen. And with each passing year, Adam found herself breaking the rules, stepping closer, lingering longer. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, but Alastor’s whispers, her hope, and her unwavering belief in an unseen friend had planted something in Adam’s heart.

On this rainy evening, Adam dared to move closer. Her hand hovered just above Alastor’s trembling shoulder. With a deep breath, she pressed her palm down gently, allowing the faintest touch to pass between them.

Alastor froze, her breath catching. Slowly, she turned her head, her watery eyes filled with wonder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t know if you’re real, but thank you for being here.”

Adam’s heart shattered and mended all at once. She longed to reveal herself, to tell Alastor she wasn’t imagining things. But it wasn’t time. Not yet.

Episode 2: Whispered Promises

Years passed, and Alastor blossomed into a young woman. Though life had thrown its share of hardships her way, she had found small joys—books, music, and a few friends who saw past her quirks. Yet, even as she built a life for herself, she never stopped talking to her invisible companion.

Adam remained by her side, unseen but ever-watchful. Her feelings for Alastor had deepened over the years, transforming from duty into something far more complicated. Sera’s warnings about emotional attachment echoed in her mind, but Adam couldn’t bring herself to leave. Alastor had become her everything.

One evening, as Alastor sat by the window, humming a tune from her childhood, she spoke to the air again. “Do you think I’ll ever find someone who really understands me?” she asked. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who does. Are you the only one who will ever love me?”

Adam wanted so badly to answer, to tell Alastor that she wasn’t alone. But angels weren’t meant to interfere with mortal lives in such ways. So instead, she remained silent, offering her silent love as her only answer.

Episode 3: When Hearts Break

By the time Alastor reached her mid-twenties, she had experienced her first love and her first heartbreak. A charming boy had swept her off her feet, only to shatter her trust with lies and betrayal. Alastor returned home one night, her tears soaking the pillow as she curled into herself.

Adam watched, her anger simmering just below the surface. For the first time, she did something she had never done before: she called Lucifer.

“I have a proposition,” Adam said.

Lucifer, glaring at the first woman, chuckled darkly. “This has to be good if you’re seeking me out. So, what is it, Adam?”

Adam struck a deal: the boy would face his consequences in due time, and in exchange, Adam would call off all exterminations for 200 years. This was a price she was willing to pay. For Alastor, she would do anything.

Lucifer laughed and slapped Adam’s back. He whispered into her ear, “Welcome to the club. I’ll keep this between us. Just don’t go breaking too many rules.” With a wave, Lucifer disappeared.

Episode 4: A Love That Defies Heaven

The years were not kind to Alastor. By her early thirties, she was confined to a hospital bed, her once-vibrant face pale and gaunt. The illness had come swiftly, leaving her little time to prepare. Yet, even in her weakest moments, Alastor continued to speak to her unseen companion.

“You’re still here, aren’t you?” she asked one evening, her voice weak but filled with warmth. “I can’t see you, but I know you’re there. You’ve always been there. I… I loved you.” Alastor started coughing up blood, tears streaming down her cheeks as pain racked her body.

Adam stood by her bedside, her heart breaking into pieces. She had done everything to protect Alastor, the woman she loved, but this was a battle she couldn’t win. As Alastor’s breathing grew shallower, Adam made a choice. Rules be damned.

She reached out and touched Alastor’s hand, letting her presence fully manifest. Alastor’s eyes widened, tears spilling down her cheeks as she gazed at Adam for the first time.

“You… you’re real,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Adam nodded, her own tears falling freely. “I’ve always been here, Alastor. I… I love you too.”

Adam leans down and places a soft kiss on her lips. Alastor smiled before she closed her eyes.

Episode 5: Bound Beyond Death

When Alastor’s final breath left her body, her soul rose from the bed, radiant and whole. She turned to Adam, her expression a mixture of awe and joy.

“I feel… free,” Alastor said softly. “But I’m… I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Adam stepped forward, cupping Alastor’s face with gentle hands. “Yes. But this is not the end. This is the beginning.”

A shimmering portal opened behind them, golden light spilling into the room. Alastor stared in awe, her heart swelling with an unfamiliar sense of peace.

“Heaven?” she asked.

Adam smiled, taking her hand. “Heaven. Together, forever.”

As they stepped through the portal, Alastor looked up at Adam, her heart full for the first time. “I’m so happy to finally see you.”

Adam’s smile was soft, and her eyes shone with love. “And I’ll never leave your side, Alastor. I promise.”

Hand in hand, they disappeared into the light, their souls entwined for eternity.

Chapter 8: The Devil’s Bride: Born of Sin Fem!Alastor/Fem!Lucifer Nun/Demon

Chapter by Mushishield

Major Character Death, Cult Rituals, Religious Horror, Betrayal & Revenge, Descent Into Madness, Forced Ritual Marriage, Damned from Birth, Lilith’s Betrayal, Lilith’s Death, The First Sin Revisited, Generational Curses, Religious Trauma, Death of Loved Ones, Age Gaps, Paranoia, Insanity

Born of Cain, Bound to Hell

In the shadowed halls of an isolated convent, Sister Alastor, raised within its walls since childhood, found herself in a nightmare without escape. The night had been unremarkable until a cult descended, shattering the fragile peace. They stormed her room as she prepared for bed, her habit clinging loosely to her trembling frame. Chaos erupted as the kindly Mother Superior fell beneath their merciless hands—the woman who had raised her and the only mother she’d ever known.

Terror propelled Alastor as she pleaded with the cloaked figures, her voice cracking with raw desperation. Their laughter reverberated through the corridors, drowning her cries as calloused hands seized her. A brutal blow struck her temple, and darkness swallowed her whole.

When Alastor awoke, she lay bound in chains within an ivy-covered chapel. The once-holy sanctuary had become a theater of dread, its centerpiece a desecrated altar crowned by a statue of a woman whose stony visage blazed with fury and sorrow.

Alastor’s breath hitched. Lucifer. The fallen Lightbringer, once Heaven's abandoned angel, now holds the title of Queen of Hell. The rebel was cast from grace for defying God Himself.

Her sobs echoed off the ancient stones as she pleaded again, her voice a desperate whisper against her impending doom. The cult, indifferent to her anguish, continued their macabre rites. The floor gleamed crimson with spilled blood, homage to their dark queen, blood Alastor feared belonged to her fellow sisters and the very women who’d raised her.

In the flickering candlelight, the cult began their chant. Alastor, now both victim and unwilling conduit, rasped, “Please… don’t do this. Don’t kill me.” But their resolve hardened.

With grim efficiency, her bindings tightened. A ring of thorns was forced onto her finger. They poured a bitter concoction down her throat, its acrid taste mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Beneath the leader’s piercing gaze, she uttered forbidden words, each syllable thick with despair as tears carved paths down her cheeks.

A blade sliced her palm. They pressed her bleeding hand to an ancient tome’s pages. The cult knelt as one, their voices rising in a cacophonous hymn. An elder slit a goat’s throat, its blood pooling into Alastor’s trembling mouth.

In the suffocating dark, the elder hissed, “Our queen claims a bride… and you will bear her heirs.”

Alastor’s scream tore through the night—a wail of agony and dawning horror. The gathered figures shed their mortal guise, revealing twisted, infernal forms. They were demons.

The once-elder is now a bird. He was looming over her, grinning. “I chose you because you are Cain’s daughter. The Queen has long wondered what became of him and if he has any lineage… And here you are, a lamb raised by nuns, untouched by Heaven’s wrath. Proof of your purity.”

Alastor recoiled. “No—I am God’s child, not Cain’s!”

But the demon dissolved into smoke before she could protest further.

Her fate was sealed.

The Original Betrayal

Lucifer rocked her daughter to sleep, a tender smile gracing her face. She was determined that Charlie would never know the pain of abandonment or doubt her mother’s love.

How dare Lilith abandon them both?

That betrayal—of her trust, of their sweet princess—had left no room for remorse when she ended the traitor’s life.

Her gaze fell to Charlie, who nuzzled against her chest, tiny lips parted in soft snores. Lucifer's heart swelled with devotion, even as bitter poison coiled in her veins.

She had given Lilith everything: power, unwavering devotion, and an entire kingdom, only to be repaid with treachery by the woman she had loved most.

Not a trace of Lilith remained. Lucifer had made certain of that. Every book, every record, every last loyal follower—all erased and reduced to ashes. No one would remember Heaven’s first woman, the original betrayer who had shattered her heart.

Adam had laughed when they met, his voice dripping with mockery. He called her a fool for ever believing Lilith had loved her. Then, with cruel satisfaction, he revealed the bitter truth:

Lilith had not only been cheating on her with him but with several others from Heaven. She had even slept with Michael.

Lucifer’s heart shattered. The woman who had ruled by her side, helped build her kingdom, and stood with her through it all had never truly loved her. Lilith had only used her. She had betrayed her. And she had shared her bed with Heaven’s elite, including Adam and Lucifer's own twin brother.

She had even planned to run away with Adam, leaving their daughter behind without a second thought.

Adam’s laughter echoed in her ears. “I was only going to take her back because she’s great at fucking. That’s all she was to me, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s voice trembled with restrained fury. “Don’t you even care that I killed her? That Lilith is dead? She was going to leave me and our daughter for you?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Listen, Lucifer, she was nothing more than a whore for me and others to fuck. Your twin had her choking on his cock while she rode mine. What can I say? I wanted revenge. You took my garden from me, and I wanted to rub it in your face just how much of a whore your wife was.

I don't care if you killed her. The bitch got what she deserved.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “She has always been a whore, Lucifer. Why do you think I never fought you for her when you took her from me in the first place?”

Lucifer gulped. She would rather not hear what Adam was about to say next.

“That fucking bitch was spreading her legs for Michael in the garden. And it wasn't just him; it was all your brothers. Did you really believe you were special? She even made up some sob story about me being a big bad guy because I caught her in an orgy.”

Lucifer wanted to vomit.

Adam smirked again. “Honestly, Lucifer, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think a pussy like you had it in you. But you had Lilith and her pathetic followers killed. Good for you.

You’re finally living up to your name. Now, give those sinners something to be scared of. You’re their queen, not their welcome mat. They bow to you. Never forget that.”

With a cruel smirk, Adam laughed once more before disappearing, leaving Lucifer alone with her pain and fury.

Time passed, and the loneliness weighed heavily on her.

Without someone by her side—without someone to share her bed— the ache in her heart deepened. She longed for the gentle touch of another—the soft moans and whispered cries of ecstasy. She missed the warmth of resting her head on a lover’s breast, listening to the rhythmic beat of their heart.

She remembered the intoxicating pleasure of bringing Lilith to the brink, of hearing her beg for more. She remembered the taste of Lilith's sweetness.

The memory of how she would stroke, tease, and explore every inch of Lilith’s body haunted her. She missed the warmth of her lover’s skin, the way Lilith would clutch tightly around her tongue as she climaxed, holding her head in place, lost in ecstasy.

But it was more than desire.

She wanted another child.

She remembered how breathtaking Lilith had been when she carried Charlie—the sight of her wife’s rounded form, so vulnerable and in need of care, had been unbearably alluring.

The memory stirred a deep yearning within her, one that could not be ignored. She missed the touch of another.

Lucifer held Charlie close, hugging her daughter tightly to her chest.

Charlie was too young to remember Lilith. But she would raise her to believe another woman had always been her birth mother.

Lucifer’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile. It was a plan born of both necessity and longing—a way to fill the emptiness in her heart while ensuring her daughter would never feel the sting of abandonment.

Her Nun, Her Property

Paimon had suggested that Lucifer should consider a harem when the ache of loneliness began to creep into her heart. But Lucifer had only sighed and shaken her head at the notion. Paimon himself had many wives, and she often wondered how he managed to keep them all. However, she explained that such an arrangement did not appeal to her. She didn’t want a harem; she wanted just one person, one partner who was wholly hers. She wanted Charlie to grow up feeling loved by two devoted parents.

Paimon had offered his help. So Lucifer had entrusted him with the task of finding the perfect wife. And Paimon delivered. He presented her with a passage from an ancient book, and as Lucifer read it, a grin spread across her lips.

She was a human nun, pure in mind, body, and soul.

Her chest tightened with excitement as the thought of such purity filled her mind. A droplet of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth as she imagined tasting her future wife’s untouched nectar, her essence undefiled and entirely hers. Heat began to pool deep in her core, and Lucifer felt her desire ignite. Clutching the book tightly, her breath already uneven, she made her way to her bedroom.

Paimon bowed deeply as Lucifer left, a knowing look flashing across his face. He knew his queen would be pleased with what he had found.

Lucifer was already lost in the grip of her imagination.

Lucifer allowed her mind to roam freely, envisioning the life she would create. Her fingers trailed down her body as she thought of the nun—so pure, so innocent—hers to claim, mold, and possess. She would ensure this woman could never leave her, betray her, or even dream of another. Her wife would belong solely to her for eternity.

As her fingers slipped inside her wet core, a soft moan escaped her lips. She trembled as fantasies consumed her, visions of her future wife, untouched and vulnerable, surrendering completely. Lucifer envisioned her pleading for her touch, her voice trembling with innocence and longing. Begging for her virginity to be taken as she clenched her thighs, rubbing her soaked cunt against her—

Lucifer moaned louder, curling her fingers deeper and faster as the fantasies overtook her. Her breaths grew ragged, her back arching as thoughts of her wife’s devotion, her loyalty, and her love flooded her senses. She was in pure bliss, her cries echoing through the chamber as she climaxed hard, a single word slipping from her lips like a vow: "Mine."

When the wave of pleasure passed, she collapsed into the soft embrace of her silken sheets, both her body and mind at peace. That night, for the first time since Lilith’s betrayal, Lucifer had slept peacefully.

Paimon, faithfully, watched over Charlie while his queen rested.

Lucifer and Paimon worked tirelessly in the days that followed to ensure every detail was perfect. Together, they crafted a potion, one that would keep her wife human and stop her from aging. She would never taste death, immune to any attack from the hand of a demon or angel.

As they worked, Lucifer's eyes fell upon a page in the ancient book, its illustrations depicting rings imbued with binding magic. Inspiration struck. She commanded Paimon to craft one for her, a ring that would served as eternal devotion and ensure her nun could never remove it.

A ring was made out thorns.

Paimon used Lucifer’s blood to soak the thorns as Paimon cast a powerful enchantment. Lucifer watched, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as the magic solidified. The ring would do more than sit upon her wife’s finger; it would bind her wife’s heart and very soul to her. Ambition, greed, or disloyalty would never take root in her mind and heart. Her wife would exist solely to love and serve, to remain forever by her side as her devoted partner.

Lucifer learned her lesson from Lilith. She had granted both power and autonomy to Lilith, and Lilith, grown too arrogant, convinced herself that she no longer needed her queen, that she was the one in charge of hell. The bitch had betrayed their family and become a whore, shamelessly sleeping with others behind her back.

But this time would be different. Lucifer vowed.

Her new wife would be completely dependent on her. She would never leave, never stray, and she would have no role in ruling or managing the kingdom. Lucifer knew her mistake with Lilith had been giving her power and influence, placing her as an equal on the throne. That mistake would not be repeated.

This time, her new wife would have but two duties: to be her loving partner and the mother of her children. She would exist solely to provide pleasure when desired and to bear heirs when asked, and in time, she would come to cherish her place beneath her queen.

Lucifer’s smile widened as she envisioned her future. The mistakes of the past would not haunt her any longer.

Lucifer smiled softly as she tucked Charlie into her crib, brushing a tender kiss across her daughter’s forehead.

A sudden pull in her chest interrupted the quiet moment, a signal from Paimon. He had found her. Lucifer's sharp teeth glinting faintly. The time had come.

Fifteen years of waiting, but the wait was finally over.

Charlie, though nearly fifty by demon standards, was still just a baby, barely two years old in human terms. As Lucifer stroked her daughter’s soft hair, her voice dropped to a loving whisper. “My little girl, you’ll have a mommy now and not just a mother. And Mother promises she will give you a little sister or brother to keep you company.”

Her eyes gleamed with madness, glowing red as her thoughts drifted to what lay ahead. The emptiness in her heart, the void left by betrayal and loneliness, would finally be filled.

The Secret in the Convent

Lucifer appeared in her office, the familiar scent of aged parchment and candle wax surrounding her. Paimon, ever loyal, bowed deeply as she strode past him. Her expression was both cheerful and commanding as she addressed him, her voice lilting with authority.

“You may stand, Paimon.”

He rose slowly, his head still inclined in respect. “Sire,” he began, his voice steady yet brimming with pride, “I have found her for you. She is none other than the daughter of Cain himself. While I have yet to uncover Cain’s location, finding his daughter, pure, untouched, and raised as a nun, feels as though he left her as a gift, meant for you. And, my queen, she is still young enough to mold in any way you desire.”

Lucifer’s golden eyes widened slightly at the revelation.

The idea that Cain had fathered another child, evading death's clutches, filled her with excitement. She was hidden in a convent, of all places, right beneath Heaven's nose. Had Cain himself orchestrated it, stashing his daughter where Heaven would never think to hunt? Or had the mother hidden the girl there, desperate to shield her from the truth of her damned lineage? A final, futile act of salvation?

A slow, razor-edged smile carved across Lucifer’s lips.

No matter. The reason was irrelevant. What mattered was the opportunity. She was just given.

Adam’s first granddaughter, to survive since the Great Flood, now was hers. Heaven had ensured Cain’s original bloodline was slaughtered, every last descendant erased, to purge his cursed lineage from divine grace for the sin of Abel’s murder. Yet she was alive. Heaven must have seen something worthy in her soul.

Adam would have wept to see her ascend to Heaven: his first precious grandchild, deemed innocent, while Cain remained damned to wander alone, denied even the solace of family.
He would have doted on her, lavished her with love, and kept her safe. His fatal weakness had always been that of his firstborn.

Adam had never gotten over not being able to see Cain again; each divine purge of his grandchildren hurt him, knowing they had never seen past the age of 13, the same age when Cain killed Abel.

Now, she would steal that joy from him.

The irony was exquisite. Adam’s granddaughter, meant to be in the arms of Heaven, would instead be hers. A wife. A prize. A blade plunged into the heart of the man who had taken away her happiness.

"Don’t let your bitches rule you," Adam’s voice echoes in her memory.

Lucifer chuckles darkly. "Oh, I won’t, Adam," she whispered. "Because I will be ruling your granddaughter."

And this girl—this miracle—would be her bitch.

But a flicker of worry crossed Lucifer’s mind. What if the girl was too young?

Paimon’s second wife had been the youngest among his many, only sixteen when he claimed her, while Piamon himself had been twenty-two.

Had she ever explicitly told him what age she preferred? She couldn’t recall.

Her crimson eyes narrowed. “Paimon,” she said, her voice sharp with curiosity, “tell me, how old is she? You didn’t—”

Sensing the shift in her tone, Paimon raised a hand, a rare interruption. His voice was firm and reassuring.

“No, my queen. She is of the perfect age for you, twenty-one.” He inclined his head slightly. “Five years younger than Lilith was when you first took her as your own. But unlike Lilith, Alastor has never been touched. She has been kept under strict watch her entire life, surrounded almost exclusively by women. The few men she has encountered have been kept at a distance. She is pure in every way that matters, my queen. Untouched. Untainted by the world."

Lucifer’s slow smile returned, sharp and predatory. Her eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation. Perfect.

“And her temperament?” she asked, leaning forward slightly.

“She is respectful and obedient when she believes she is being treated fairly,” Paimon replied, lips curving into a knowing grin. “But she has a sharp tongue when provoked. If she feels mistreated, she lashes out with wit and sarcasm. It’s quite entertaining, really. She’s driven several nuns to tears, even causing some to abandon the convent entirely.”

A chuckle rumbled deep in Lucifer’s throat.

“She’s strong-willed,” Paimon continued, “always smiling, even when she’s angry. The one who raised her taught her never to reveal her true emotions. But in time, my queen, I have no doubt you will break that resolve.” He smirked. “She is also… amusing. Fond of what humans call ‘dad jokes.’”

Lucifer arched a brow at that.

Paimon’s grin widened. “I must admit, my queen, I’ve enjoyed watching her over the years. And I have personally ensured that no one so much as entertained the thought of harming her, let alone stealing her innocence. Rest assured, she is utterly perfect for you.”

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, then tilted her head slightly. And her looks?

For the first time, Paimon’s gaze softened.

“She is… very cute, sire,” he admitted. “She could be Eve’s twin. But her skin is darker, her eyes brown with hints of crimson within them. Her hair is red, thick with curls.” He hesitated. “I do not know how long it is—for it is hidden. She is tall, yet very slender… You could wrap your hands around her waist with ease.”

Lucifer let out a low, sultry chuckle, the sound sending a shiver through Paimon.

“I see,” she purred. “You’ve done well, my dear friend. Now, tell me, where is she?”

“She’s at the temple the humans built in your honor two centuries ago,” Paimon reported. “In the heart of the bayou. The nuns seized it thirty years ago, desecrating it, removing your statues, and stealing your artifacts. They turned it into their convent.”

Paimon's grin widened, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “We have rectified that insult. The nuns have been… removed. Their blood was used to cleanse the temple. Your statues have been restored, and work is underway to return them to their former glory. Shall I send forces to retrieve any stolen relics and ensure that those who dared defile what was yours are… dealt with?”

Lucifer’s expression darkened, her fingers curling into fists. Her eyes turned crimson with fury.

“They desecrated my temple?” she hissed. A muscle in her jaw twitched. “Is that why I haven’t heard from my worshipers in thirty years?”

Paimon remained silent, wisely letting her wrath simmer.

Lucifer exhaled sharply, regaining control, though the rage still burned beneath the surface.

"Yes, Paimon. Recover everything and have them all kill.”

She paused, tilting her head slightly. When she spoke again, her tone had softened, only slightly.

“But you will stay here. Watch over Charlie. I'm heading out to claim my wife, and I'll be away for a week or possibly two." A smirk curled her lips. “I want uninterrupted time to get to know her.” Her eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation. “You’re in charge until I return.”

Paimon bowed deeply, pride swelling in his chest. “As you command, my queen.”

Lucifer licked her lips as she disappeared into a swirl of black smoke, the thought of her soon-to-be wife consuming her mind.

Alastor.

Untouched. Pure. Hers.

Lucifer could already taste her, hear the sound of her voice moaning her name, and see the moment that smile faded as she claimed her.

It was not just her virginity; it was her very purity.

Meanwhile, Paimon made his way to Charlie’s chambers. Standing at her door, he resolved to remain there until she awoke. Sleep was unnecessary for him; his purpose was to serve, and serve he would.

A slow, satisfied smile crept onto his lips.

His queen was pleased.

And that was all that mattered.

The nun that was never meant to be.

 

Alastor was screaming, “Please let me go; I’m not Cain’s daughter.” Her struggles had caused her veil to fall to the floor, her hair spread out; one of her breasts was now fully exposed, and with each kick of her legs, her habit was pulled down even further. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Please, someone save me.”

Lucifer appeared with a chuckle. “My sweet, no one will save you; you are my wife. You swore your love and loyalty to me, and your blood forged an unbreakable contract with me. That ring on your finger ensures you will never be anything more than just my wife and soon the mother of all my heirs. You will never spread your legs to another like some common whore.”

Alastor began shaking, fear filling her eyes. “Mama!” she screamed, calling for the woman who had raised her—the very woman who now hung lifeless outside, with no blood left.

Lucifer walked over, running her hand along Alastor’s tear-stained face, her golden eyes burning with lust. “My sweet, I told you no one is there to save you, and the woman you called Mama is dead, along with everyone else here. Soon, more will fall for daring to trespass upon my domain.”

Alastor shook her head and whispered, “Please, let me go.”

Lucifer smirked and bent down to kiss Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes widened, and she tried to pull her head away, but Lucifer’s hands held it firmly in place. “Shh, my sweet nun, all you have to do is lie there and let your queen do the rest. I will show you why Eve was tempted to eat the fruit.”

Alastor turned her head; shame washed over her. She had once proudly dedicated her life to service. Though not the most well-behaved nun, her sisters and Mama had loved her from the moment she arrived at their doorstep; her father had even told her to be good for those nice ladies, promising that one day she would get to meet her grandfather. And she had done everything they had asked of her.

Anger surged within her as she realized that they had taken her only family. Now, the queen of Hell wanted to claim the one thing she had left. Alastor turned to see Lucifer unbuttoning her shirt. Lucifer smirked, and Alastor growled, “You are disgusting.”

Lucifer began to laugh. In a burst of anger, Alastor spat on her. As Lucifer bent to place another kiss on Alastor’s lips, Lucifer stepped back; her eyes turned red as horns emerged.

Furious, Lucifer grabbed Alastor’s face and forced her tongue into Alastor’s mouth. Alastor’s legs kicked wildly; she was growing dizzy. Everything went black as Lucifer pulled away.

Alastor gasped for air, her chest heaving with each deep breath as her habit slipped further down, leaving her other breast fully exposed.

Lucifer’s eyes wandered over Alastor’s exposed chest before she whispered in her ear, “Bitch, if you ever spit on me again, I will muzzle you. Do I make myself clear?”

Still gasping for air, Alastor could only nod feebly. Lucifer then grabbed her hair and pulled it, causing Alastor to cry out in pain. Alastor saw the insanity in Lucifer's eyes. “I’m sorry; forgive me.”

Lucifer released her and smiled. “That’s my good girl. If you behave and do as I desire, you will enjoy your life with me.”

Alastor only nodded silently.

Lucifer finished undressing herself, then turned to Alastor. “Now, my nun, it’s time for you to become mine.” Alastor shed one last teardrop; her life as a nun had come to an end. For the first time in over ten years, her smile disappeared.

Epilogue: Three hundred years later

Seven-year-old Charlie chased her twin sisters through fields of flowers, their laughter piercing the air.

Alastor stood apart, her hand resting on her five-month-pregnant belly, her expression vacant.

Whenever the children glanced her way, a smile flickered across her lips, but it never reached her eyes.

Adam materialized silently above them, his golden wings casting a shadow over Alastor. His breath hitched.

Alastor.

She truly did look like Eve.

But it was the twins who shattered him. Their faces bore Cain’s cheekbones softened by Eve’s doe-eyed innocence. His blood.

He descended like a comet.

“Mama!” Charlie screamed as Adam seized Alastor’s wrist. The twins froze, trembling.

“I’m saving you, kid,” Adam growled, ignoring the way Alastor flinched at his touch. “You don’t belong here with her.”

Charlie’s tiny horns erupted first. Her eyes blazed hellfire-red.

“LET GO OF MY MAMA!”

Adam staggered as an unseen force slammed into him. Her power was raw, untamed, and infused with Lucifer's essence.

The twins leapt forward, severing his ankles with razor-sharp milk teeth.

“Fuck’s sake—!” Adam recoiled, holy magic flickering in his palms. He hesitated to strike the twins. Cain’s blood. Eve’s blood. His own damned blood.

Sulfur choked the air. Lucifer appeared with crimson and white feathers flying everywhere, her grin feral.

“Touching my family, Adam? How… bold.”

Adam released Alastor, who stumbled back, clutching her stomach.

“This isn’t over, Lucifer,” he spat. “She’s mine.”

Lucifer’s claws flexed. “Run along, Grandfather. Your time here is done.”

As Adam vanished, Charlie collapsed, her horns retracting. Lucifer scooped her up, pride blazing in her eyes.

“My fierce little princess. You protected your mama and baby brother perfectly.”

Charlie nuzzled into her mother’s neck before darting to Alastor. She pressed her ear to the swollen belly.

“Baby brother’s kicking!”

Lucifer then picked up the twins and gave each a kiss.

“My brave little girls also kept their mama and little brother safe. Mommy is so proud of you two.”

The twins grinned at each other and hugged Lucifer before being placed back down.

They giggled, tugging Charlie toward their playground. Lucifer approached Alastor, tracing her jawline.

“Did you enjoy meeting your grandfather, my nun?”

Alastor stared past her, silent.

Lucifer’s smile tightened. “Adam will never return. Not after I inform Heaven of his attempt to take you.”

“Whatever you say, my Queen. I’m just your wife. My thoughts and feelings don’t matter to you anyway.”

A growl rumbled in Lucifer’s throat. She drew Alastor closer and initiated a kiss, slipping her tongue into her mouth while tugging at her curls.

Tiny gasps interrupted the moment. Lucifer softened the kiss.

Giggles soon followed.

When she pulled away, she whispered into Alastor’s ear so the children wouldn’t hear:

“Behave, Alastor. and play along.”

With a bright smile, she turned.

“Pancakes!” Lucifer sang, her mood unnervingly bright. “Who wants Mommy to make pancakes?”

Three cheers erupted.

Alastor faked a smile. “The baby is hungry; he could go for a pancake."

Three gasps followed. Charlie placed her hands on her hips.

“Mommy, you better make Mama pancakes first! We can’t let her and the baby go hungry!”

The twins nodded in unison. “Yeah! Mama eats first!”

Lucifer smiled at her kids. “Alright, your mama will get the first pancakes.”

As she carried Alastor inside, the twins clung to her legs. Charlie skipped ahead.

Alastor’s gaze drifted to the sky, silently hoping her grandfather would come back for her.

Her fingers brushed the wedding ring made out of thorns.

Note- As someone who is a Christian, this fic was a bit of a challenge. I think I did good in pushing it where it made me feel uneasy but not too offensive. Sorry, I could not come up with any good smut for this

Can anyone guess what key biblical references and symbolisms I had used or the themes I had used from John Milton’s Paradise Lost and Dante Alighieri’s Inferno?