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Alastor had no right to look as tempting as he did.
The sinner was sweating, snarling, and shaking as Lucifer hauled him to his bedroom.
Nothing about the groggy, volatile, lanky form being forcefully moved over Lucifer’s shoulder screamed attractive.
Well, except for the slutty waist that Lucifer was currently holding tight to while he carried the recalcitrant deer.
No one should have a waist that was so graspable if they didn’t routinely fuck, and Lucifer was well aware that, for his many faults, Alastor did not indulge in the sin of Lust.
“Put me down this instant!” Alastor demanded through a defiant whisper. It was a testament to how badly off he was that it was the only objection he could muster.
“Stop, struggling bellhop, or I’ll have to punish you,” Lucifer warned.
Alastor stiffened under his hold but felt silent.
Lucifer is surprised that he hasn’t disappeared via his shadows, but he wonders if, in his current state, he can even call upon them.
Leave it to the stubborn bastard to rather die quietly than to ask for help with the massive wound that Adam had left on his chest—one of the many contradictory things about Alastor that fascinates Lucifer.
Lucifer was pleased to be part of his daughter’s life, but he is thriving now that he has someone to banter back and forth with. Lucifer missed Charlie but hadn’t had anyone to be adversarial with in years. At least none that were this interesting.
Charlie had sent him to check on her “friend” when the bastard hadn’t shown up to dinner, and Lucifer had been too happy for an excuse to go needle his favorite target. It had been an afternoon that lacked stimulation and physical contact.
Alastor has been the only source of both that Lucifer has responded to since Lilith left.
Which is why Lucifer thinks his wires have gotten crossed when it comes to Alastor. Lucifer had been looking forward to seeing the Radio Demon growl and grumble when he appeared, but instead, all his thoughts shifted when he found the creepy bastard almost comatose and defenseless on the floor.
Lucifer doesn’t know why he doesn’t alert the others.
Granted, he alone is the only person in the building that can deal with a wound of this magnitude, but it would be a good opportunity for Charlie to see her Dad save the day, and show her the limits of Alastor’s powers and flaws.
Except that he knows that Alastor would not appreciate being made a spectacle of, and Lucifer prefers to have him all to himself.
Lucifer quietly picks him up and carries him to his room.
Technically, he thinks that he should have been able to heal him in Alastor’s room and just tuck him into bed, but Lucifer isn’t one to pass up on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have Alastor completely under his thumb.
Lucifer hoped that his fixation with the deer demon would dissipate after being able to crack Alastor open and get him to open up.
Besides, he needed to get to the bottom of whatever arrangement he had made with Charlie before determining his next move.
It would be nice to concentrate on his ducks more fully again and take a healthy interest in the hotel without fixating on that dumb Radio Demon.
Lucifer didn’t know what about Alastor drove him so insane, but he knew that it verged on the realm of sexual attraction. Technically, Alastor is his type.
Tall, slim, charming, and musical, it was a shame he had such an awful attitude to match. It, however, did little to dampen Lucifer’s desire for him, and since he knew that anything else was unlikely to occur between them, he saw no reason to change how they acted around each other.
Lucifer figured that he was pent up and needed to expend some energy. Charlie seemed to understand that, but would still push for them to be more civil to each other.
Until now, at least, it could be said that life in the hotel was never boring.
Lucifer lays the lean sinner on his bed and revives him by purging some of the putrid angelic energy that is killing him from the inside out. Alastor is still mostly unconscious.
The wound is far deeper than Lucifer had expected, and it is hard to believe that Alastor has managed to hide it thus far, much less function.
“I don’t know if you are strong or stubborn,” Lucifer comments as he begins to look at Alastor.
However, when Lucifer opens up Alastor’s shirt, he discovers something that intrigues him far more than the wound.
Two sweet, supple small breasts with perfect rosy nipples, begging to be plucked and sucked till they turn dark with attention. Waiting for Lucifer to mark them up.
Well, that clarifies the attraction a little.
Lucifer is roused from his musings by a pained groan. He continues to heal Alastor and changes the thrum of the energy he is using to something a little warmer.
Alastor’s eyes seem to focus on him and widen in shock.
“What are you doing?” Alastor questions, his hands immediately going to close the edges of his shirt.
“Healing you,” grumbles Lucifer, pretending Alastor’s recoil doesn’t irritate him.
“Why?” gasps Alastor. He had finally taken a full breath that didn’t feel like inhaling glass, and he seemed to be wondering what the cost would be.
Lucifer knows that look, and he decides that he wants to get to the point of the evening in which he can openly play with Alastor, now that he has discovered what interesting attributes he has.
“What is a favor between friends?” teases Lucifer with a knowing smile that borders on something sharper.
Alastor’s eyes widen in surprise at the word; he is not as controlled as usual and has let his guard down at the worst time.
“Sire,” Alastor begins
“Oh, not your Shortness now, it seems that you have made a deal with my dear Charlotte,” Lucifer summarizes, as Alastor blushes crimson on his cheeks.
He had been looking so gray lately that Lucifer had forgotten what a pretty color the deer had when upset.
“She is old enough to make her own deals,” argues Alastor.
“So are you, and in a far more vulnerable position. What can be more important than saving you from an untimely, permanent demise? Care to tell me?” demands Lucifer, but something in how Alastor’s eyes shift makes Lucifer pause.
Alastor shakes his head
“Can you tell me?” Asks Lucifer
Alastor shakes his head defiantly, daring Lucifer to try and force an answer out of him. Instead, Lucifer pulls away from him.
“Oh well, I have taken enough out that you should get another week of life. I am sure that after you die, Charlie will be free of whatever deal you hold over her,” announces Lucifer.
“You can’t heal me?” snarls Alastor in disbelief, his hands falling to the side, exposing his chest.
“Oh, I can heal you, bellhop, but you don’t seem keen to release Charlie from her obligation to you,” states Lucifer. Alastor’s eyes widen, and Lucifer can almost see the chain that binds him to someone pulse as he thinks about what to say before settling on.
“Understandable, Sire,” answers Alastor, but Lucifer notices that he looks resigned to his fate.
Interesting that he seems so reluctant to disclose this to Charlie, who is so sweet and soft-hearted that she would try to help him if she knew.
Which means that perhaps it is beyond her skills for now. This would explain why Alastor is adamant about developing Charlie’s powers, and he is either too proud or sure that Lucifer would refuse to help him.
This means he has few options, which means he is desperate.
Which is precisely how Lucifer wants him.
“Unless,” laughs Lucifer.
“Unless, what Sire?” asks Alastor, but he can tell where this is going by the lascivious look that Lucifer gives his chest.
“I couldn’t help but notice these; they make me curious,” Lucifer said, tracing a pattern with his long claws from the wound to palm a small breast.
Alastor’s ears flatten down, but he doesn’t move to cover himself up. It is the most docile Lucifer has ever seen him, and he likes it. Lucifer hums as his thumb strokes over the nipple, and he hears Alastor hiss.
“I would think that the King would have far preferable alternatives,” argues Alastor.
“Luckily for you, I am not too keen on dating after my divorce. It would bring about too much drama within certain social circles in Hell I rather ignore,” Lucifer admits, and that statement elicits a sharp hiss of static from Alastor. Lucifer expects that Alastor will insult his disinterest instead his face is surprised when he speaks.
“Divorce?” Alastor snaps, and while Lucifer had suspicions about who Alastor has a deal with that would require him to seek out a favor from Charlie, his statement confirms it.
“You seem a bit more interested in this now, don’t tell me that you draw the line at adultery?” teases Lucifer.
“I do have certain standards, Sire. Is that far too antiquated a view for you, Sire?” huffs Alastor, the blush has traveled down to bring color squarely to his chest, and Lucifer wants to see more.
“Antiquated? I am older than you can conceive of,” laughs Lucifer. Alastor never fails to amuse him. Human views on morality are so arbitrary to him.
Lucifer likes all forms when it comes to sex.
Alastor seems able to read his expression because his ears rise in indignation.
“Let us speak plainly, Sire, I do not wish to humiliate myself further if you find that what I offer isn’t what you expect. I do not have much experience in physical matters of this kind, and I am unsure what you expected from me, or if you will find the rest of me to your liking. I also don’t want to endure more pain than necessary,” offers Alastor
“Healing will be painful, but given that you have endured walking around like this for months, I think that you will manage it. As far as what you have to offer, I wouldn’t have proposed the idea if I had any reservations. I can assure you that both of us will enjoy our time together and that you will be fully healed,” counters Lucifer.
Alastor seems unconvinced by his pronouncement, but eventually they come to an agreement.
Both of them agree that Charlie wouldn’t understand either of them agreeing to this.
Nor is Alastor ready to open up about why he needs that favor.
Lucifer is to heal Alastor in exchange for a night in which Alastor willingly participates in sex with Lucifer.
Lucifer is sure that he can earn Alastor’s enthusiastic engagement.
There will be no emotional complications after this, and it will not be discussed with anyone outside of them. Lucifer will be able to get his desire under control after he indulges, and it will have the additional bonus of having a definite upper hand with Alastor.
Alastor gets to continue to live and continue his machinations under Lucifer’s careful eye and knowing smirk.
Hard to be adversary with someone when you have cried out in pleasure at their mercy.
“Well, let’s get you healed up. Take off your clothes. I am eager to get to the next part of the evening,” Lucifer announces. Alastor turns white at the directive but manages to stand up to his full height.
“Typical,” grumbles Alastor, but he quickly removes his already opened shirt.
“Excuse me?” asks Lucifer, but Alastor doesn’t stop undressing, and before Lucifer can object, there is a scowling, nude deer sinner in front of him.
Lucifer’s gaze is drawn away from his sour expression as he takes in the rest of him.
Lucifer’s inexplicable attraction isn’t as bewildering as he thought. Alastor has the kind of body that Lucifer prefers tall, slim, and from the looks of it very flexible. His red hooves are smaller than Lucifer thought, a delicate ankle gives way to lovely legs that lighten as Lucifer’s gaze travels upwards, it makes it look like Alastor is wearing thigh highs. Alastor is holding a hand at an angle to cover his sex, while another arm seems to be clamped around his chest before settling at his side. The putrid, pulsing scar, mars the view, but there is no other word for Alastor’s form, he’s gorgeous.
A tad slimmer than Lucifer would prefer, perhaps, but now that he is standing without anything obstructing the view, Lucifer can admit at least that Alastor is as sexy as the TV Overlord thinks he is, probably more.
Lucifer’s eyes fall to the apex of those long legs, and he sees soft downy fur and no visible cock, which doesn’t surprise him, given Alastor’s breasts, but since this is Hell, things can be a little more mixed up once clothes come off. What does take him by surprise is something soft twitching at his lower back.
“You have a tail,” comments Lucifer.
“Obviously, shall we get started, Sire?” barks Alastor, but his voice is too brittle to be threatening, and Lucifer can tell that he is trying his hardest to seem unperturbed by the turn of events.
“Hold on. Give us a turn,” Lucifer directs as if bored.
Alastor blanches but seems to be holding up his end of the bargain, willingly complying with Lucifer’s requests. Alastor turns slowly, revealing a back that is beguiling despite being covered in various scars. His features are beautiful, Lucifer decides. It's no wonder he has so much animosity towards him.
Lucifer isn’t sure if Alastor’s trembling is from the wound or nerves, but he figures it is a mix of both.
The idea that Alastor is more apprehensive about sex with Lucifer than murder or cannibalism makes Lucifer half exasperated, half amused. Then again, the stubborn idiot was ready to pass silently rather than ask Charlie or himself for help.
It would have made things at the Hotel too quiet for Lucifer’s entertainment.
This deal is looking better by the second.
Lucifer would be more solicitous with a normal sinner; he considers himself an attentive partner, but the opportunity to needle Alastor while he is at his mercy is too good to pass up.
“Lie back,” Lucifer instructs while he takes off his coat.
Alastor makes a face as though he has just swallowed a lemon and been told to lie back and think of England, but he turns to follow Lucifer’s instructions.
To his credit, he walks back towards the bed with all the dignity one can while being exposed, and Lucifer appreciates the view.
Impossibly small waist and a compact backside. Which is outlined with a short tan that merges into the white outline of a heart. Anyone else would be coyly looking over their shoulder with a come-hither stare, but Alastor climbs on the bed and freezes as he realizes that Lucifer will get an unobstructed view of his sex.
His tail twitches downward for a beat before it rises, shaking, and Alastor crawls on the bed to the point that Lucifer tells him to stop.
“On your back, Alastor, I have to heal you first,” directs Lucifer, and Alastor complies but keeps his eyes on the ceiling. His large eyes dart down when he feels Lucifer crawl to take his place next to him.
Alastor relaxes when he sees that Lucifer is still clothed for now.
Lucifer studies his chest and traces the wound. It is hot to the touch, and Lucifer knows it must hurt.
“This part will hurt a bit; you might want to close your eyes,” Lucifer admits before beginning to manifest healing energy.
Alastor closes his eyes, and Lucifer begins to undo green stitches that practically dissolve at his touch.
Alastor, for his part, remains stoic and endures what Lucifer knows must be a very painful shifting of flesh as he tears away the pieces that have begun to rot out. Lucifer heals as he goes, replacing the diseased flesh with healthy tissue.
It is slower but will allow Alastor to have a shorter recuperation window. Which Lucifer needs if he wants to cash in their deal tonight.
Alastor grits his teeth and, save for a few tremors, manages the ordeal almost silently.
Lucifer digs in his claws harder than he needs to, and he finally earns a restrained sound, but when Lucifer reflexively soothes him, he whimpers.
It is a lovely response.
It leaves Lucifer thinking about what it will take to get a reaction from him in bed.
Most people need roughness to fall apart. Lucifer knows that, in this case, a soft touch may turn Alastor into a sobbing mess. In order to make the softness elicit the biggest impact, Lucifer needs to push Alastor to his limits.
“You are doing very well. If you are up for it, I can go faster,” proposes Lucifer.
Alastor opens his eyes and looks down to where Lucifer has his bloody hands buried in his chest. Alastor huffs weakly at the sight.
Lucifer is studying his expression as if trying to read his thoughts.
Alastor is precisely where he has had so many other souls, but he realizes that there is a stark difference between his victims and himself.
Lucifer will have far more mercy with him than he ever had with anyone. The Devil will take less from him than Alastor has taken from others, and the realization makes Alastor chuckle.
There is something already so intimate about the moment. Lucifer has his claws wrapped around Alastor’s unbeating heart and then Lucifer’s mouth quirks upwards in bewilderment at his reaction.
Their eyes meet, and a sliver of trust is acknowledged.
They have made an agreement, and Alastor knows the strength of that vow and trusts it.
“Do it,” answers Alastor, and he closes his eyes again.
A feeling of euphoria that Lucifer recognizes but had almost forgotten travels through his body like electricity; it is reinvigorating.
Lucifer's smile is sharp as he grabs more flesh than he has previously dared to, and gives a harsh tug that rends a sizable chunk of flesh, that drags a howl from Alastor’s chest. Before he can recover, Lucifer does it again, but Alastor remains placid.
Lucifer removes the rotting flesh and begins healing Alastor with meticulous care. Neither Lucifer nor Alastor are aware when Alastor falls asleep but he does.
Alastor opens his eyes to Lucifer running his still bloody hands over the fully healed scar and Alastor’s breasts. Alastor scowls at how freely Lucifer touches him, but he feels it hypocritical to blanch at him touching his breasts when he has had his claws inside his chest cavity.
“You seem to be breathing better,” comments Lucifer as Alastor groans.
He looks down and runs a hand down his own chest. The flesh is as it was before his fight with Adan, in fact Alastor thinks that Lucifer has removed scars that were there prior to his fight with the First Man. He can’t remember the last time his chest looked so pristine.
“I’ll give you a few minutes, and then we can…” Lucifer starts
“Seeing as how you were already taking your due, I'd rather get started,” proposes Alastor, but Lucifer shakes his head.
“I'd rather we get the blood off,” counters Lucifer, holding out his bloody claws.
“You don’t want to snap your fingers,” responds Alastor. Lucifer sees him try to spark his magic, but the power coming from him is still regenerating.
“I prefer soap and water for something like this,” answers Lucifer as he stands. He holds his hand out to Alastor to help him rise. Alastor looks at it for a beat before taking it and finds that his legs are still rather wobbly.
Lucifer can tell that he isn’t particularly thrilled with this development, but he settles Alastor into a large walk-in shower with warm water and watches as Alastor begins to get the blood off. It is always interesting to see how someone treats their body when they cleanse. Lilith would make a show of it, but she was always gentle, sensual. In contrast, Alastor seems to be suffering through touching himself. He is thorough but far too clinical in his movements.
Lucifer ventures to say that this body isn’t what Alastor was used to in life
He used to love showering with Lilith, worshipping as they got each other clean.
“Is this clean enough for you, Sire? I am starting to feel like a drowned rat,” snaps Alastor.
When Alastor clears his face of water with his hands, he finally sees that Lucifer has stripped off everything and is walking towards him.
Alastor instinctively walks backwards further into the shower as Lucifer gets under the shower head. Lucifer sees that it isn’t just awkwardness around his own body that makes Alastor move so stiffly. His hooves are ill-fitted for wet tile, and he is about to slip. Alastor moves to grasp the wall, but Lucifer simply wraps an arm around his waist to keep him steady.
Alastor only had a few glimpses to admire the King, as vertically challenged as the monarch is, he is almost built like a Greek statue. Defined muscles and an angelic face, the difference is that Alastor can not recall ever seeing one depicted with a cock that looks so ridiculously large. The shorter body pressed against him feels like breathing marble encased in silk. Lucifer’s body heat flush against his wet skin makes him feel as if steam should be rising from his skin. Alastor doesn’t know where to put his hands until he feels a washcloth placed in one while the other is pulled around Lucifer’s shoulder by that whiplike tail.
“I’ll do your back if you do mine,” Lucifer proposes, and Alastor wraps the free hand around Lucifer, burying the King’s head in his newly healed chest.
Alastor is glad that Lucifer can’t see his face; he is less glad that he can feel what he would be sure is a third arm pressed against his trembling thigh. Alastor is beginning to rinse off Lucifer when he feels a warm, wet heat envelop one of his breasts and suck.
Alastor squeals at the sensation and tries to writhe, but Lucifer has him anchored in place with the strong arm around his waist.
“Sensitive, aren’t we,” hums Lucifer as he looks at Alastor’s face. Alastor’s face is brightly flushed.
“I would prefer that any further explorations take place on a bed, Sire, or at least out of the shower,” demands Alastor, and Lucifer chuckles as he quickly cleans the rest of himself off.
“Let me just finish here, unless you want to give me a hand,” Lucifer muses.
Alastor watches as the King wraps a hand around his cock and gives himself a stroke. He knows that erections get bigger, but Lucifer’s cock is obscene.
Alastor feels his heart rate increase as he realizes that in a few moments, he will become Lucifer’s plaything.
Lucifer guides him out onto the bathroom and since Alastor is having trouble maneuvering the wet tile, Lucifer ends up carrying him to the bed in some sort of perverse mockery of a bridal carry.
They arrive back at a perfectly clean bed and Alastor doesn’t know if this is how things typically go, but the King slowly directs him on the bed. Alastor sits stiffly at the edge, he keeps looking at Lucifer’s cock apprehensively.
“Back on the bed as you were before,” directs Lucifer, and Alastor isn’t even aware of standing up and stepping backwards.
Every instinct he has is telling him to run, escape, bargain for a different outcome. Even though Lucifer has not done anything terrible to him yet. Even though he knows that there is no going back because Lucifer has fulfilled his end of the deal, and now Alastor must comply.
They never specified that Alastor had to be fully willing.
“Alastor,” growls Lucifer
“Sire,” protests Alastor
“We have a deal, get back in this bed,” Commands Lucifer, and it is the first time that Alastor has been afraid the whole evening. He has never seen Lucifer be so upset with him.
“Just a second,” Alastor feels tears build up in his eyes. Lucifer has been pretty patient up until now; surely a few more seconds won’t matter. Alastor should tell him why he needs a second. He doesn’t know why he is so embarrassed about his inexperience.
He realizes his mistakes when he feels a smooth rope wrap his wrists together and drag him forward. Alastor lands face down on the bed, his hands are still bound, and it makes him feel so vulnerable that his ears and tail drop in submission.
Lucifer notices and takes a few breaths to calm down.
“I expect you to comply the first time I ask for things. If you promise to do so, I’ll remove the rope,” clarifies Lucifer before he effortlessly drags Alastor to the middle of the bed.
“Understood,” answers Alastor breathlessly, and he feels the ropes vanish into thin air. Alastor digs his claws into the sheets and holds tight to give himself something to ground him.
Good little deer, thinks Lucifer.
“Let’s put your promise to the test. It provide me with an opportunity too good to ignore,” announces Lucifer before he starts mapping out every vulnerable inch of Alastor’s body. Alastor has a beautiful body, slim waist, perky breasts, wide hips, and slender thighs that beg Lucifer to put his face between them. Lucifer touches every part of Alastor at leisure.
Despite remaining as still as possible, Alastor feels his breathing increase, and Lucifer takes it as a good sign.
Lucifer seems to be fascinated with his ears and tail, with his thighs, and breasts, and Alastor feels a strange, unfamiliar heat begin at the apex of his thighs. It still isn’t enough for him to feel as if this is welcomed, and when Lucifer licks the space between his shoulder blades, Alastor gives out an undignified squeak. The silvery scars are a delight to trace with his tongue.
“I like your reactions,” comments Lucifer before pressing his hand against his thigh, and Alastor shakily complies.
He’s now on his forearms, and his knees are wide apart. Alastor knows that Lucifer is seeing what must be a pornographic scene worthy of Valentino’s films.
It is a moment that seems to stretch on for longer than Alastor thinks it is necessary. Alastor is utterly exposed, the King is studying the most intimate part of his body, and he has yet to say anything.
“Is everything ok?” asks Alastor, wondering if Lucifer is having second doubts.
“I have to say that it is a crime that your pussy is so pretty,” announces Lucifer, and before Alastor can say anything to that, he feels Lucifer’s mouth on him.
“Sire!” gasps Alastor.
Lucifer sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves before pulling off with a pop. Alastor is trembling underneath him but responding beautifully.
“Say my name,” commands Lucifer.
Alastor complies.
That long, sinful tongue slips out and licks a stripe up Alastor’s inner thigh. Eventually, the tail stands up straight, a clear invitation that Alastor’s body is ready for more, though those ears remain in a submissive position.
Lucifer loves the way that Alastor can’t hide his reactions, and seeing the usually reserved and controlled Radio Demon turn into a shivering mess with a few touches is something that Lucifer will think back on often.
Anytime Alastor irritates him in the future, Lucifer will remember reducing him to this.
The fact that Alastor is soaking his face in slick with just a few touches makes Lucifer feel a gratification that he hadn’t felt in a few years.
Of course, Alastor would give him the kind of reactions that were unpretentious and real. The most reserved ones usually turned into total whores in bed.
Lucifer hasn’t even brought his hands into play; they are merely holding Alastor’s thighs open and alternating between soft and harsh kisses, licks, and sucks. It is easy to bring Alastor to the brink and then pull back, and Lucifer can hear as his voice grows hoarse as he keeps repeating his name.
Lucifer loves to eat pussy and aside from Lilith he hasn’t enjoyed going down on a pussy this much ever.
Alastor tastes surprisingly sweet, and Lucifer wants to see what they taste like together. He will eat him out again after he buries his seed inside Alastor’s womb.
“Agh, ah, ah, Lucifer!” Alastor screams, and he comes into Lucifer’s mouth.
“Fuck Bambi, so responsive, you were made to be fucked,” announces Lucifer. Lucifer could go on for longer, but his erection is now bordering on painful, and he has the rest of the night for more.
Alastor is a sweaty, incoherent mess when Lucifer situates himself between his legs. Alastor glances back quickly before facing forward again, but it is too late. Lucifer saw everything, how Alastor’s bright red hair and ears are messy from where he has been thrashing around during Lucifer’s treatment of him.
Lucifer even caught a glimpse of how wet his eyes are, and he feels his chest grow with pride at reducing a feared Overlord into a flustered mess.
Lucifer takes his cock and begins to rub against Alastor’s wet slit, the sight of such a small opening next to his tip makes his horns grow out of his skull.
Lucifer is expecting a tight fit, but the reality of it is unlike anything he has ever experienced before.
“Fuck you are tight,” Lucifer comments, and he pushes forward slowly until it feels as if he can’t go further. Alastor gives out a soft bleat, a whimper, and he tightens his hold into the bedding beneath him in desperation.
“Too much,” moans Alastor.
“I haven’t even started Bambi,” smirks Lucifer, but there is no levity or relaxation to be had from Alastor.
Alastor is too tense, practically not breathing, and burying his head into the sheets to muffle some of his sounds.
Lucifer tries to soothe Alastor by running his hand down his side, but Alastor remains tense under him.
It irks Lucifer because it feels like a rejection. He is trying so hard to make this pleasurable for the both of them.
“Alastor, try to breathe,” commands Lucifer, but Alastor only continues to let out more pitiful whimpers.
“It hurts,” confesses Alastor, his voice wavering and younger than Lucifer thought it possible of being.
Lucifer doesn’t know why he feels such intense anger.
Except that Lucifer has been very kind, considering their history. Ensured that Alastor has felt pleasure. If the notorious Radio Demon is trying to pull at his heartstrings, he will find that it will not conclude their deal.
“You can take having me pull your chest cavity apart, but a little bit of cock leaves you crying?” asks Lucifer, but Alastor refuses to look at him.
Well, if it hurts anyway thinks Lucifer.
Lucifer pulls back before pushing forward with a brutal thrust. Nothing about Alastor’s scream seems artificial, and Lucifer worries that perhaps he’s somehow broken something.
He knows that he is bigger, but Alastor is acting like it is his first time having sex, quietly sobbing.
It takes Lucifer longer than he cares to admit to put the pieces together when he looks down and sees blood on the exposed part of his shaft. Lucifer thinks his eyes might pop out of his head due to the shock, but also because it is a captivating sight.
Alastor’s slender, delicate frame, his cunt opened wide around Lucifer’s cock, his torso shuddering with every sob, the uncontrollable tears that slide down that elegant face and graceful neck.
The shock and guilt that Lucifer felt for a moment morphs into a yearning possessiveness that eclipses everything that has come before this moment.
“You are mine,” growls Lucifer as he thrusts again.
A virgin, Alastor belongs solely to Lucifer.
Alastor can only sob as the pain gives way to more acute pleasure than what he felt earlier.
It is deeper, more intense, and when Lucifer pushes against something deep inside Alastor’s belly, it takes his breath away. Lucifer does not seem satisfied with that reaction and seems determined to pull even more out of Alastor.
Alastor tears the sheets to shreds when Lucifer grazes the tip of his sharp tail on a spot above where their bodies join together. Alastor knows that it is his clit, but he has seldom paid any mind to that diminutive part of himself.
The stimulation makes him see stars and brings out more tears.
“Lucifer, please,” begs Alastor, though he isn’t sure what he is asking for.
Alastor is left desperate to cling to something other than the bedding to ground himself.
Lucifer feels an obsessive lovesickness bloom in his chest at the sight.
He has had virgins before, but none have meant anything, none have ever made him feel as feral as he does now.
Lucifer feels so many emotions coursing through him, he braces himself on his elbows so he is flush with Alastor’s back. From this angle, he can make Alastor look at him with that freaky flexibility of his.
Lucifer doesn’t want to miss a single microexpression. The poor deer mewls at the contact of Lucifer’s hard chest against his back and falls forward so his soft breasts rub against the bed. It is overwhelming for Alastor.
For Lucifer, it feels as righteous as Heaven likes to believe it is, as intense as the sea during a storm. It is a feeling that Lucifer hasn’t felt since the conception of Charlie.
Destroying Alastor on his cock makes him feel as euphoric as creating life.
Lucifer can feel how Alastor begins to pulse around him, and he has the presence of mind to push Alastor into the bed by intertwining his hands over Alastor, and guiding him so he is flat against the bed.
Lucifer wants to be as close as possible to Alastor when he cums. Wants to feel as much of that lean body pressed against him as he can get.
Alastor clings to Lucifer’s hands in desperation
Alastor feels Lucifer’s magic compel him to move his head so Lucifer can capture his mouth and bring them together for a frenzied kiss.
Lucifer wraps his tail around that slim waist and has the pointed tip of it wriggle between Alastor and the bed till it finds Alastor’s clit and pushes against it with rough, determined strokes.
Lucifer feels Alastor clenching around him, and he sees the way his pupils blow wide as his nerves transmit the sensations that Lucifer elicits from his core.
“Be a good doe and cum for me,” Lucifer compels Alastor in a voice that is a demonic, rough gasp, and Alastor’s body complies.
There is the fraction of a second in which Lucifer can feel Alastor’s apprehension as his cum floods his womb. A panicked bleat as Alastor comprehends that Lucifer has marked him, before the deer’s core milks him again and again with each pulse of his cunt.
Lucifer continues to kiss the pliant body beneath him and feels Alastor weakly and naively push his tongue against Lucifer’s to try to reciprocate the kiss.
Alastor’s eyes are fluttering softly, his ear quivering, he seems on the verge of passing out.
Lucifer slowly pulls out of Alastor’s warmth, and he feels the wet gush of his cum spill from Alastor’s abused hole. Alastor’s pussy is bruised and so bloody that Lucifer thinks he might have torn him a bit. It is even more beautiful now than it was before.
Alastor belongs to Lucifer.
Lucifer’s dick throbs at the sight, and he feels himself begin to harden again.
Lucifer remains motionless as he recognizes that he wants to have Alastor like this again, and again. How was he to know that a deal to get Alastor out of his system would ensnare him further?
“I’ll….” mumbles Alastor as he opens his eyes.
Lucifer cuts him off.
“The night is not over yet,” Lucifer reminds him before flipping him on his back and placing his head between Alastor’s thighs once more.
Alastor hisses and clutches at the messy sheets beneath him when Lucifer begins to gently lick him clean. Alastor finds one of his hands being guided to thread through Lucifer’s hair and pulls.
Alastor should know that the Devil always gets his due, or in this case his doe.
