[Practice, pure and simple, is the main reasob he's still in his right mind after that. Well... that and he wasn't in the midst of an actual rut. As intense as that had been, it was nowhere near what he went through while mindless and desperate with need.

Though that didn't stop his knot from staying rock hard as the demon's cunt clenched down on him with ever tiny shift as he moved them to rest in the water.]

You do not have much of a choice in the moment, do you?

[Loathe as he is to admit it, he needed that release. The tension that had simmered under his skin all day had melted to the point he no longer minded Lucifer's touch at the moment. Even if he felt the undeniable awkwardness from having just fucked the man he disliked the most out of everyone in the hotel.]

I hope you can begin to understand now. This is my curse in death after avoiding sex in life for... reasons. My form as a deer does not stop simply at the ears or antlers, but I go into a state of rut from time to time. And since I still abhor sex, I tend to avoid giving in to the rut when I can which makes me sensitive to touch.

Hence my reaction earlier when you climbed on me and from your little curse.