[ It is absolutely adorable and Alastor would just have to live with that fact, especially when it leads to Alastor's patience being edged as much as the Radio Demon is doing to both of them by not fucking Lucifer into a stupor!
Because he is a brat Because Lucifer can't resist the challenge to his pride, he uses his grip on the tail to give a quick yank on the appendage as a whole while simultaneously biting down where he had marked a hickey, swallowing down a mouthful of blood as hungrily as a vampire. The tainted crimson lies warm in his belly; why he wants so badly to taste more is an unknown even to himself as a sinner's blood will do nothing for him. It sits in contrast against Alastor, who with every sip of Lucifer's golden blood gains a liquid full of power and healing.
When his teeth pull free from the shallow bite, he murmurs in a husky voice. ]
And what lesson will you try and etch into my mind, teacher? Because you've already taught me one about yourself. [ With another riffle of his claws through that tail. ]
[ Alastor has dealt with plenty of brats in the past, but none that he wanted to tame as much as he did Lucifer. Normally they annoyed him to the point of either walking out half-fucked or killing them outright when they trampled on his last nerve. But now he snarled and grabbed hold of the other demon's ass, both to hold him still in an iron grip and to spread him open.
He'd held his shadow back until now, not wanting the creature to get involved just yet, but if Lucifer was going to require a lesson, then he was most certainly going to teach him one. ]
Not to fuck with the Radio Demon. [ Alastor growls with a tentacle grabbing the king by the jaw to yank him up into a kiss as the shadow's tongue entered his ass from under the water. He kept his grip firm, refusing to allow Lucifer to squirm as he slid his tongue into the male's mouth to explore as the shadow ate him out at the same time. If Lucifer wanted his brains completely fucked out, he was going to give him exactly that and more. ]
[ He'd thought when Alastor grabbed his ass, he'd won this little battle between them. That Alastor would get back to fucking him properly and he could get off again like the first. But when Alastor says that?
He knows there's something about to happen and it's not going to be Alastor fucking him.
His shout is muffled by Alastor's mouth as something enters his ass that doesn't feel like the tentacle Alastor had pushed into him previously. What in the fuck- he can't move between the death grip Alastor has on his backside, holding it open for- for- something, and the tentacle holding his jaw so Alastor can practically deep throat with his tongue.
...tongue. That's what it feels like. But- how- fuck! It's almost impossible to think, but he finally manages to challenge Alastor's tongue with his own. No surprise that the devil's tongue is significantly longer than the norm, with its forked tip very dexterous. He brings his hands up into Alastor's hair, one wrapping fingers at the base of an antler while the other digs in and grips hard on a large handful of hair. ]
[ The shadow's claws stroke up Lucifer's back as its tongue thrusts in and out of his hole. Alastor makes sure to keep the demon's body angled against him so the creature can have its way with him, though a low growl escapes when he feels the shadow's tongue tease Lucifer's cunt and subsequently his own knot keeping it stretched open. Coupled with the hands on his antler and in his hair, his cock twitched hungrily, knot throbbing with his heartbeat. ]
Behave yourself. [ He commands the creature, exerting his will over it so that it returns to its little assignment. Stretching open Lucifer so it can fuck him and completely overload the male to his breaking point. Alastor wondered just how long it would take.
Fortunately he wouldn't have to wait long for them to find out as the shadow slides its way up Lucifer's back to mount him. With hot kisses to the king's shoulder, it presses itself into his ass nice and slow. Its cock was identical to the Radio Demon's still clenched tight in the warmth of his slit, right down to the knot beginning to inflate as it slid in and out of the tight ring of muscle with absolutely no mercy. ]
Are you sorry for challenging me yet, my dear? [ He grins as he digs his claws into the male, keeping him open for his shadow to fuck him like an animal in heat until the demon's body jerked and rubbed between them with each thrust. ]
[ When Lucifer feels the something press up against his back, a panic starts to crawl up his spine along with the sensation. There's a weight to it, yet it doesn't have the presence of another person and there is a tingle of magic that comes with it. What has Alastor summoned to join them?!
Any ability to think through the question is completely lost when he feels something much larger than the tongue start to enter him. Against Alastor, the demon would feel Lucifer tense up as the pain starts to kick in quickly, his claws a forgotten feature as he harshly grasps where they're holding. ]
S-Stop..! [ Oh fuck he is going to break! His head falls back to practically rest on the shadow's shoulder with his eyes wide, pupils gone to pinpricks. It has absolutely pushed his body to the brink of what will fit, at least while the shadow is trying to move through the circle of his pelvis. Lucifer can only respond to Alastor's question with a whimper while the defiant brace of his legs loses their grip as his knees turn to jelly. Even his hands on Alastor's hair and horns tremble, the grip starting to give way. ]
[ In the heat of their passion, the shadow had taken on its more three-dimensional form, looking much like what the people of the living world referred to as a Shadow Person. Lending it a solid quality as it feels Lucifer tense up between them.
When the demon king cries out and leans back against the shadow, Alastor lifts a single claw from the male's hip to freeze the creature in place. The thing showed its great displeasure in the form of hissing and clicking, the tip of its cock just barely inside Lucifer's hole and hands grasping him by his slender waist. ]
Is that stop a serious one or one that is to tell us you want more? [ Alastor asked, ignoring the creature and the way it tried to break free from his control so it can fuck Lucifer. Where the master refused to show how much he wanted the little king to writhe on his cock and make himself cum again, the shadow was there to reveal the eagerness simmering under the deer's downy skin. ] Tell me now before I release my shadow and allow it to fuck you until it knots you completely.
It takes a few seconds for Lucifer's brain to catch up to reality, visible on his face as he blinks, then tilts his gaze back to Alastor. ...shadow? Alastor's- that's what's inside him. Parted lips come together so Lucifer can swallow, eyes still wide and glassy in their mix of arousal, pleasure, and pain. Would Alastor actually stop... if he says it was serious? Another swallow. Lips part again.
His finger shake ever so slightly as he reaches down and touches his own hip, giving himself a way to focus where he needs it. There is a glow at his fingertips that sinks into his skin and something changes in the devil that Alastor can feel. Lucifer whispers something to himself, knowing that in all likelihood he'll come to regret this choice, but he slides his hand back around the sinner and licks over his lips to wet them.
He will not bring himself to answer that aloud, but he doesn't need to. Instead, he rolls his hips backwards, pressing the shadow slightly further in. ]
[ His head tilts as he waits for an answer, waits for Lucifer to remember how to think and move again. Whether he would truly stop was still up in the air, at least when his knot was still being clenched down on and the urge to breed Lucifer burning him up like an inferno.
With a brow arching, he watches as Lucifer uses some of his magic on himself, intrigued by what the little demon was doing as he defied the unspoken rules Alastor has in place by rolling himself back against the shadow's cock. ]
Ah, ahhhh. If you want to be fucked, you are going to lay here and allow my shadow to mount you properly. It has not had the pleasure of fucking someone with me in quite some time, so I believe we owe it this little favor, do we not?
[ Alastor's grip on the male's hips tighten once more, keeping them still on his cock as the shadow presses a clawed hand right between Lucifer's shoulder blades to push him against Alastor's chest. ]
Come now, dear. Relax yourself so that it can have its fun.
[ He whispered softly, soothingly as the shadow was finally allowed to thrust into the demon king's hole. Using the male's body as a toy to pleasure itself and letting its master feel Lucifer's pleasure around his knot the whole time. ]
Mount me? I'm not a bitch in heat- [ But he gets pushed down, leaving him chest to chest with Alastor, turning his head to find his breath. What he isn't expecting his Alastor's voice by his ear to sound like that. The shudder it sends through him is met by the shadow's first thrust, amplifying it and causing him to gasp in with a groan out.
The shadow feels relentless, as physical as Alastor for all that the demon called it a 'shadow'. Physical enough to cause hideously lewd sounds as its knot pops in and out. The sensation leaves him filled and hollow at the same time, then the incredible pressure of it trying to go back in until his body relents and then it's inertia slams it in, causing Lucifer's eyes to roll back in his skull. It's impossible to think properly with every nerve in his body on fire, locked down to the in and out that takes his breath along with his thoughts. How long can a man of shadow last, or will it never tire until he breaks first?
The thought is so base that he ends up burying his face in against Alastor's chest as his hands hold on with the strength of someone who is trying to keep themselves from flying apart. Alastor's ears and their closeness will pick up the 'ha- ha- ha' of breathy sound with every thrust, but he'll feel Lucifer's body keep trying to tighten but unable to with the push and pull of the shadowy knot. ]
Then why are you acting like one? [He grinned teasingly as Lucifer gasped and moaned against him. Alastor flicks his tongue out against the other's ear, teasing it as every lewd pop in out of the shadow's knot made Lucifer's cunt clench and shiver around him. Inhuman whispers, unintelligible to anyone but Alastor fell from the Shadow's grinning mouth though it likely wouldn't be hard to tell it was enjoying itself.]
It says that it enjoys the way your ass feels, my king. Though it is quite jealous that it is not sharing your cunt with me. [With a soft hum, he is quite content to let the creature indulge itself. It's stamina knew no bounds, even when Alastor wasn't in the midst of a rut. Even as its knot grew too large to pull back out of the demon's clenching, needy body, it continued thrusting shallowly into the greedy hole it'd been given to play with.]
You are growing quite tight. Are you ready to cum yet, Lucifer? If you apologize for defying me and give my shadow a good enough kiss I will allow you to move so you may get yourself off. And if you refuse well....
The shadow's repeated words are a vague after thought, though the idea that it wants in him another way rolls a quiver the length of his spine. How can Alastor sound so unaffected, his voice tease and torture and smug? When the shadow manages one last push of its knot into him, it locks both of them inside, leaving one pressed up higher and feeling like it's deep up in his guts and the other lower, just barely inside of him, both jostled by the shadow still moving.
Then Alastor asks the Sin of Pride to swallow his and apologize. For defying him. It takes more than that to break his pride. But the fact he even thinks about it, for just a moment, speaks volumes about where Alastor has gotten him.
He shifts his face through the ashy fur before he finds flesh and bites with a slow growl, the sound nearly animalistic. ]
[ He might not fuck quite as much as most of the Sinners in Hell, but Alastor is certainly more than used to having his fun in this manner. Making men that test him squirm on his cock, taming brats that don't annoy him too much, watching them get fucked by his shadow until they're nothing but a quivering mess before him. A giggle leaves Alastor as he feels that the Shadow's knot has pressed inside for the final time. He can feel his own cock being forced further inside the king as his shaft rubs against the other's through Lucifer's insides.
When the demon king decides to continue defying him and instead bites his chest again with an animalistic growl, Alastor gives his own low growl and raises luminous eyes to the creature. ]
Fuck him harder.
[ The order is met with a manic chittering from the shadow, its claws drawing blood as it pounds Lucifer's body hard enough to make the water around them splash over the sides of the tub. ]
Just so you know, I can do this for as long as I need to, love. I do not need to cum again. [ Though he most certainly wants to once he can get Lucifer to break for him. ] All it will take is one tiny "sorry" and I will allow you to fuck yourself all you like on us.
[ There has to be a breaking point in Alastor as much as Alastor is pushing him towards his own. Even as he tastes sinner blood again, the flavor metallic and hot on his tongue, he feels his own flesh tear open under the shadow's claws. Each thrust in takes the breath from him, pushing Alastor up further into his body and it feels like pressing aside organs to make room. Alastor promising relief with a 'sorry' is almost a laugh at this point. As if he could fuck himself on this madness inside of him; it's only Alastor's grip on his hips that's stopping his cock from getting the friction it wants while their overload has a strangle hold on an internal release.
One determined hand finds Alastor's tail again, but this time, it challenges. It might be as blind as a mole, entirely through feel and thoughts grasped for like snatches of air to a drowning man, but those long fingers can use the base of the tail to slide between Alastor's cheeks. The pad of his index finger rubs over Alastor's entrance, unable to do more than press against it from the angle he's trapped in. ]
[ Alastor definitely had his breaking points. It was just much harder for him to reach them. But certain little demon kings refusing to bend to his will even with two knots stuffed deep inside his holes was getting him there fast. And when the finger pressed against his hole, the final thread snapped at last. With a sharp inhale, Alastor pushed forward, barely giving his shadow enough time to grab Lucifer and cradle him to its chest as the Radio Demon switched their positions.
Luckily, the shadow didn't exactly need to breathe, because Alastor didn't give a damn that he was turning it into a surface for him to fuck Lucifer against. Its shadowy knot very much threatens to pop back out of the king's ass, but Alastor pays it no mind, only caring about fucking into Lucifer far more punishing than even earlier. ]
You brought this on yourself, Lucifer. [ He snarls, the lewd sounds of their fucking growing louder as he pounds himself home. ]
[ That inhale is the only warning Lucifer has before Alastor drives what little breath he's got out of him with that push over. He can feel the strange cool-solid of the shadow beneath his back, but it's a far distant cry. The shadow had been below, just at the edge of pushing free from his body, but Alastor is pushing the very brink of what his body can take. The slick-wet cunt can't go anywhere else, can't grow any deeper, so every thrust is stretching, hiking his hips up just trying to have somewhere to go.
Fuck!
The curse is inside his mind, the wordless shout of pain and pleasure sweeping together made staccato by Alastor's pounding. Lucifer can only grasp on with both hands as the deer takes him as if he's intending to tear him apart with his cock alone. The fallen brings up his hooves around Alastor, the water in the tub going everywhere around them.
All he can do is hold on, his body trembling. Just touch his cock, fuck, please- he can't get his hips any closer to make the touch while Alastor has practically fucked into his womb! ]
[ The shadow holds onto Lucifer for Alastor, keeping the little king steady as the Radio Demon fucks him. Its knot throbs inside the male's hole, its release eminent as it feels every hard thrust Alastor gives the demon between them. It trails hot kisses along his skin, needy whines leaving it as it tries to rock itself up into that tight heat.
Alastor is mindless with pleasure as he pants and grunts like a buck. Each push of his hips making his cock throb and tail twitch. His own hooves curl inside his shoes as he grows closer and closer to cumming again. When it finally hits him, his teeth clamp down onto the crook of Lucifer's neck. Teeth sinking into pale, white flesh and holding on as he fucks his seed deeper and deeper as if trying to get it right into the male's womb.
He hadn't meant to give Lucifer a claiming bite. This was the first and what he hoped to be the only time they've fucked, but it was all just so much. The pleasure overwhelming him and turning him into a rocket. Between them a shadowy fist takes hold of Lucifer's cock, twisting and jerking to let him get off finally after being edged for so long.
His thrusts finally slow, turning instead to slow rocks as his cock finally begins to deflate completely. The shadow is a twitching mess under Lucifer's back, its knot shrinking enough that its cock slid free of his ass to let the shadowy substance that could be considered its semen leaked into what was left of the water around them. ]
[ Is it when the shadow touches his neglected cock, or is it when Alastor sinks his teeth into his neck? Who knows. Who cares. Lucifer has lost any lucid thoughts and cumming after all of that is nearly enough to send him unconscious in sheer overload, but somehow he manages to hold on by a death grip. It's bright white and blazing hot through him, all encompassing in body and mind.
He doesn't hear himself whimper when the shadow pulls out of him, but some part of him feels the sudden emptiness. His body clenches, trying to hold it all in, but they've both fucked him wide, wide open and it'll take time to right itself. Between shadow and Alastor, the devil twitches, every tiny motion sending sharp-edged sparks through his body.
The water is starting to cool, the water level low, and really a bit filthy now, but Lucifer hasn't even noticed. Instead, his eyes are closed, mostly limp other than his arms thanks to his hands being locked behind Alastor's neck. ]
[ Alastor feels the little devil's climax around his cock, a hum rising in his throat as his teeth stay clamped to the flesh of his neck. If he were in the midst of a rut, he would be able to keep going. Continuing to fuck Lucifer even after the other passed out from exhaustion. As it was, though, he lets his softened cock slide free, no longer caring that his seed was flowing from the other's cunt. He takes in the sight of the other, satisfaction coursing through him at how thoroughly and completely fucked Lucifer is now.
With a content sigh, he slips his arms under the smaller demon's frame, pulling him back up and turning him to rest across Alastor's lap as his shadow drains the dirtied tub and begins to fill the tub with fresh water. He settles back, much how he had been before snapping and going feral for a moment, claws gently tracing the king's frame as the hot water begins to rise around them. ]
[ The fallen angel looks both absolutely delicious and absolutely destroyed. With both holes flexing, fucked open wide and slow drizzle of white and shadow leaking from them both, and a lazy well of blood at claw and bite marks, the King of Hell looks far more a well used whore. There's barely a sound as Alastor moves Lucifer onto his lap, where the fallen just lays in the kind of euphoric mental static that can only be found at the very edge of one's capabilities.
Sadly, it can never last. It takes some time, and maybe the rising heat starts to draw the mind back into the body, but the return is marked by Lucifer's faint, uncertain sound and small gesture of his cheek against damp fur. It all returns in bits and pieces for Lucifer. The heat, the sound of running water, bits of pain where the hot water comes into contact with wounds, the strange combination of feeling overly full and achingly empty at the same time.
He hadn't given in to Alastor's demand, though he'd come much closer than he ever thought.
Does that really matter, when he gave in in every other way possible? He'd let the sinner have him in every intimate way- not just a sinner, Alastor. Alastor's seed leaving his belly bloated where it rests against the other.
It'd been so damned long since anyone had him, never mind like this. ]
[ This was the closest Alastor was getting to being completely calm in Lucifer's presence. Mostly because the king was completely fucked out of his mind and docile as he sat on the Radio Demon's lap. It didn't help that there was a certain charm to seeing how wrecked he was. How Alastor had been the one to leave him bloated and leaking with his seed.
With the water steaming around them, he held a hand out for his shadow to hand him the closest bar of soap. His claws retract into the tips of his fingers, something he rarely ever does, and lathers his hands up to run them carefully along Lucifer's pale form. He doesn't speak. Letting the silence fall over them as the other demon puts the pieces of his mind back together. Instead he just carefully attends to his shivering body, running the soap along his skin and rinsing him clean with special attention being paid to the bites and claw marks Alastor and his shadow have left behind. ]
[ In the quiet of the bathroom that follows after the lewd and splashing, it allows Lucifer to not only gather his mind back into itself but to flatline his thoughts for a time that he rarely ever is allowed by his own mental hauntings. Eventually, Alastor might pick up the faint sound coming from the devil on his chest, a sound like a tiny purr or a hiss. A sound of contentment, combined with the very tip of his snake-like tongue protruding from between his lips.
When he knows he can't linger in the beautiful silence and heavy feeling in his limbs, he reluctantly sits up and opens his mouth. ]
...we never bring this up outside of a private room, to no one else. Agreed? [ Not angry, not defensive, just pleasantly tired and unfortunately aware of their... situation. Nor does he offer out a hand. Not a deal, but a pact of simple mutual agreement that benefits them both. ]
[ Alastor continues his attentions to Lucifer's pale skin, making sure every inch of it is clean, though he doesn't touch between his legs just yet. He enjoys the sight of the milky and shadowy fluids leaking out from between the other's thighs as he touched everywhere but there.
When he hears the tiny hissing purr, his head tilts and a small huff of a chuckle escapes when he spots the tip of a tongue slipping through kiss-bruised lips. ]
Agreed. [ He says quite simply as he reaches a hand out for the shadow to hand him the shampoo next. Lathering his hands, he begins to wash the bright gold locks of the other's hair with claws retracted into the tips of his fingers so he didn't cause any harm. ] I was going to suggest the very same once you were capable of thinking again. Particularly the part about my tail.
Mmm... your tail? [ Alastor is a deer. What difference does his tail make? Well, besides the fact that he now knows it is a bit of an erogenous zone for the sinner. He hasn't been able to see it visually, only feel it out, but now he is guessing it must look less than threatening.
Oh, how good it feels to have Alastor's fingers working through his hair. Lucifer practically turns into a cat in that lap. He nuzzles up into those long fingers, eyes closed, and rumbling at the back of his throat.
This is a man who has been touch-starved for a long time, whether or not he consciously recognizes it, to the point that even contact from a man he despises is welcomed.
Fuck, he is sore, but that lingering emptiness is worse. ]
Yes. My tail. [ He repeated, head tilting in curiosity as Lucifer's eyes closed and he began to purr as Alastor continued scrubbing his hair carefully. Once satisfied, he took the showerhead and began to rinse the suds free. Aftercare was one of the few things he could fall into naturally and didn't hate. At least not entirely. Cleaning his lovers not that Lucifer is a lover now... right? and tending to any of the wounds he'd inflicted once his senses came back in full. Undoing some of the damage he did not wish to last on the other demon. ] I realize everyone has full view of my antlers but the tail is... it does not fit my image. Let me leave it at that.
[ With a gentle hum, he grabs conditioner next, carefully massaging it into Lucifer's hair and slicking back the golden locks so they weren't in his face as he let them soak up the conditioner. Next came other areas that needed attention. ] May I? [ He asked, claws sheathing into the tips of his fingers as he dipped his hand beneath the water to slip in between the other's thighs once more. Not to pleasure him, though it was more than likely an inevitability given how sensitive he'd made Lucifer now. Alastor simply wished to aid in removing the shadowy substance still leaking from the King's ass. Whether he wanted to remove the cum from inside his cunt, though... he was still debating on that. ]
It usually is for those that have not taken notice to it. Essentially... it is the manifestation of many of my emotions. I channel the brunt of what I do not wish to feel, but it can only hold so much, so I am still capable of becoming overwhelmed as... you had the privilege to experience firsthand.
[ He certainly would not have pegged Alastor as the kind who would provide aftercare to someone he had just fucked out of their minds, but maybe that's doing a disservice to the demon. So, in a rare move for himself, Lucifer gives in to the urge to not move and let Alastor take care of him. It feels... surprisingly nice, with pleasant little shivers rolling down his spine. ]
Mmm... that tells me your tail is cute. [ His voice is dreamy in tone, exhausted but drifting and happy. ] I won't tell anyone. Gets to be my little secret.
[ Lucifer sucks in a breath as Alastor's hand moves between his thighs, everything down there so exquisitely sensitive. Still, he gives a little 'heh' of a laugh, not bothering to open his eyes or really move to even try to stop Alastor's hand. ]
The privilege? I think you mean the pleasure~ [ The heat from the water is certainly melting him, because moment by moment it feels like he is getting more and more limp where he is draped over Alastor, breathing in time with the deer. ]
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Because he is a bratBecause Lucifer can't resist the challenge to his pride, he uses his grip on the tail to give a quick yank on the appendage as a whole while simultaneously biting down where he had marked a hickey, swallowing down a mouthful of blood as hungrily as a vampire. The tainted crimson lies warm in his belly; why he wants so badly to taste more is an unknown even to himself as a sinner's blood will do nothing for him. It sits in contrast against Alastor, who with every sip of Lucifer's golden blood gains a liquid full of power and healing.When his teeth pull free from the shallow bite, he murmurs in a husky voice. ]
And what lesson will you try and etch into my mind, teacher? Because you've already taught me one about yourself. [ With another riffle of his claws through that tail. ]
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He'd held his shadow back until now, not wanting the creature to get involved just yet, but if Lucifer was going to require a lesson, then he was most certainly going to teach him one. ]
Not to fuck with the Radio Demon. [ Alastor growls with a tentacle grabbing the king by the jaw to yank him up into a kiss as the shadow's tongue entered his ass from under the water. He kept his grip firm, refusing to allow Lucifer to squirm as he slid his tongue into the male's mouth to explore as the shadow ate him out at the same time. If Lucifer wanted his brains completely fucked out, he was going to give him exactly that and more. ]
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He knows there's something about to happen and it's not going to be Alastor fucking him.
His shout is muffled by Alastor's mouth as something enters his ass that doesn't feel like the tentacle Alastor had pushed into him previously. What in the fuck- he can't move between the death grip Alastor has on his backside, holding it open for- for- something, and the tentacle holding his jaw so Alastor can practically deep throat with his tongue.
...tongue. That's what it feels like. But- how- fuck! It's almost impossible to think, but he finally manages to challenge Alastor's tongue with his own. No surprise that the devil's tongue is significantly longer than the norm, with its forked tip very dexterous. He brings his hands up into Alastor's hair, one wrapping fingers at the base of an antler while the other digs in and grips hard on a large handful of hair. ]
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Behave yourself. [ He commands the creature, exerting his will over it so that it returns to its little assignment. Stretching open Lucifer so it can fuck him and completely overload the male to his breaking point. Alastor wondered just how long it would take.
Fortunately he wouldn't have to wait long for them to find out as the shadow slides its way up Lucifer's back to mount him. With hot kisses to the king's shoulder, it presses itself into his ass nice and slow. Its cock was identical to the Radio Demon's still clenched tight in the warmth of his slit, right down to the knot beginning to inflate as it slid in and out of the tight ring of muscle with absolutely no mercy. ]
Are you sorry for challenging me yet, my dear? [ He grins as he digs his claws into the male, keeping him open for his shadow to fuck him like an animal in heat until the demon's body jerked and rubbed between them with each thrust. ]
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Any ability to think through the question is completely lost when he feels something much larger than the tongue start to enter him. Against Alastor, the demon would feel Lucifer tense up as the pain starts to kick in quickly, his claws a forgotten feature as he harshly grasps where they're holding. ]
S-Stop..! [ Oh fuck he is going to break! His head falls back to practically rest on the shadow's shoulder with his eyes wide, pupils gone to pinpricks. It has absolutely pushed his body to the brink of what will fit, at least while the shadow is trying to move through the circle of his pelvis. Lucifer can only respond to Alastor's question with a whimper while the defiant brace of his legs loses their grip as his knees turn to jelly. Even his hands on Alastor's hair and horns tremble, the grip starting to give way. ]
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When the demon king cries out and leans back against the shadow, Alastor lifts a single claw from the male's hip to freeze the creature in place. The thing showed its great displeasure in the form of hissing and clicking, the tip of its cock just barely inside Lucifer's hole and hands grasping him by his slender waist. ]
Is that stop a serious one or one that is to tell us you want more? [ Alastor asked, ignoring the creature and the way it tried to break free from his control so it can fuck Lucifer. Where the master refused to show how much he wanted the little king to writhe on his cock and make himself cum again, the shadow was there to reveal the eagerness simmering under the deer's downy skin. ] Tell me now before I release my shadow and allow it to fuck you until it knots you completely.
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It takes a few seconds for Lucifer's brain to catch up to reality, visible on his face as he blinks, then tilts his gaze back to Alastor. ...shadow? Alastor's- that's what's inside him. Parted lips come together so Lucifer can swallow, eyes still wide and glassy in their mix of arousal, pleasure, and pain. Would Alastor actually stop... if he says it was serious? Another swallow. Lips part again.
His finger shake ever so slightly as he reaches down and touches his own hip, giving himself a way to focus where he needs it. There is a glow at his fingertips that sinks into his skin and something changes in the devil that Alastor can feel. Lucifer whispers something to himself, knowing that in all likelihood he'll come to regret this choice, but he slides his hand back around the sinner and licks over his lips to wet them.
He will not bring himself to answer that aloud, but he doesn't need to. Instead, he rolls his hips backwards, pressing the shadow slightly further in. ]
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With a brow arching, he watches as Lucifer uses some of his magic on himself, intrigued by what the little demon was doing as he defied the unspoken rules Alastor has in place by rolling himself back against the shadow's cock. ]
Ah, ahhhh. If you want to be fucked, you are going to lay here and allow my shadow to mount you properly. It has not had the pleasure of fucking someone with me in quite some time, so I believe we owe it this little favor, do we not?
[ Alastor's grip on the male's hips tighten once more, keeping them still on his cock as the shadow presses a clawed hand right between Lucifer's shoulder blades to push him against Alastor's chest. ]
Come now, dear. Relax yourself so that it can have its fun.
[ He whispered softly, soothingly as the shadow was finally allowed to thrust into the demon king's hole. Using the male's body as a toy to pleasure itself and letting its master feel Lucifer's pleasure around his knot the whole time. ]
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The shadow feels relentless, as physical as Alastor for all that the demon called it a 'shadow'. Physical enough to cause hideously lewd sounds as its knot pops in and out. The sensation leaves him filled and hollow at the same time, then the incredible pressure of it trying to go back in until his body relents and then it's inertia slams it in, causing Lucifer's eyes to roll back in his skull. It's impossible to think properly with every nerve in his body on fire, locked down to the in and out that takes his breath along with his thoughts. How long can a man of shadow last, or will it never tire until he breaks first?
The thought is so base that he ends up burying his face in against Alastor's chest as his hands hold on with the strength of someone who is trying to keep themselves from flying apart. Alastor's ears and their closeness will pick up the 'ha- ha- ha' of breathy sound with every thrust, but he'll feel Lucifer's body keep trying to tighten but unable to with the push and pull of the shadowy knot. ]
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It says that it enjoys the way your ass feels, my king. Though it is quite jealous that it is not sharing your cunt with me. [With a soft hum, he is quite content to let the creature indulge itself. It's stamina knew no bounds, even when Alastor wasn't in the midst of a rut. Even as its knot grew too large to pull back out of the demon's clenching, needy body, it continued thrusting shallowly into the greedy hole it'd been given to play with.]
You are growing quite tight. Are you ready to cum yet, Lucifer? If you apologize for defying me and give my shadow a good enough kiss I will allow you to move so you may get yourself off. And if you refuse well....
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The shadow's repeated words are a vague after thought, though the idea that it wants in him another way rolls a quiver the length of his spine. How can Alastor sound so unaffected, his voice tease and torture and smug? When the shadow manages one last push of its knot into him, it locks both of them inside, leaving one pressed up higher and feeling like it's deep up in his guts and the other lower, just barely inside of him, both jostled by the shadow still moving.
Then Alastor asks the Sin of Pride to swallow his and apologize. For defying him. It takes more than that to break his pride. But the fact he even thinks about it, for just a moment, speaks volumes about where Alastor has gotten him.
He shifts his face through the ashy fur before he finds flesh and bites with a slow growl, the sound nearly animalistic. ]
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When the demon king decides to continue defying him and instead bites his chest again with an animalistic growl, Alastor gives his own low growl and raises luminous eyes to the creature. ]
Fuck him harder.
[ The order is met with a manic chittering from the shadow, its claws drawing blood as it pounds Lucifer's body hard enough to make the water around them splash over the sides of the tub. ]
Just so you know, I can do this for as long as I need to, love. I do not need to cum again. [ Though he most certainly wants to once he can get Lucifer to break for him. ] All it will take is one tiny "sorry" and I will allow you to fuck yourself all you like on us.
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One determined hand finds Alastor's tail again, but this time, it challenges. It might be as blind as a mole, entirely through feel and thoughts grasped for like snatches of air to a drowning man, but those long fingers can use the base of the tail to slide between Alastor's cheeks. The pad of his index finger rubs over Alastor's entrance, unable to do more than press against it from the angle he's trapped in. ]
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Luckily, the shadow didn't exactly need to breathe, because Alastor didn't give a damn that he was turning it into a surface for him to fuck Lucifer against. Its shadowy knot very much threatens to pop back out of the king's ass, but Alastor pays it no mind, only caring about fucking into Lucifer far more punishing than even earlier. ]
You brought this on yourself, Lucifer. [ He snarls, the lewd sounds of their fucking growing louder as he pounds himself home. ]
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Fuck!
The curse is inside his mind, the wordless shout of pain and pleasure sweeping together made staccato by Alastor's pounding. Lucifer can only grasp on with both hands as the deer takes him as if he's intending to tear him apart with his cock alone. The fallen brings up his hooves around Alastor, the water in the tub going everywhere around them.
All he can do is hold on, his body trembling. Just touch his cock, fuck, please- he can't get his hips any closer to make the touch while Alastor has practically fucked into his womb! ]
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Alastor is mindless with pleasure as he pants and grunts like a buck. Each push of his hips making his cock throb and tail twitch. His own hooves curl inside his shoes as he grows closer and closer to cumming again. When it finally hits him, his teeth clamp down onto the crook of Lucifer's neck. Teeth sinking into pale, white flesh and holding on as he fucks his seed deeper and deeper as if trying to get it right into the male's womb.
He hadn't meant to give Lucifer a claiming bite. This was the first
and what he hoped to be the onlytime they've fucked, but it was all just so much. The pleasure overwhelming him and turning him into a rocket. Between them a shadowy fist takes hold of Lucifer's cock, twisting and jerking to let him get off finally after being edged for so long.His thrusts finally slow, turning instead to slow rocks as his cock finally begins to deflate completely. The shadow is a twitching mess under Lucifer's back, its knot shrinking enough that its cock slid free of his ass to let the shadowy substance that could be considered its semen leaked into what was left of the water around them. ]
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He doesn't hear himself whimper when the shadow pulls out of him, but some part of him feels the sudden emptiness. His body clenches, trying to hold it all in, but they've both fucked him wide, wide open and it'll take time to right itself. Between shadow and Alastor, the devil twitches, every tiny motion sending sharp-edged sparks through his body.
The water is starting to cool, the water level low, and really a bit filthy now, but Lucifer hasn't even noticed. Instead, his eyes are closed, mostly limp other than his arms thanks to his hands being locked behind Alastor's neck. ]
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With a content sigh, he slips his arms under the smaller demon's frame, pulling him back up and turning him to rest across Alastor's lap as his shadow drains the dirtied tub and begins to fill the tub with fresh water. He settles back, much how he had been before snapping and going feral for a moment, claws gently tracing the king's frame as the hot water begins to rise around them. ]
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Sadly, it can never last. It takes some time, and maybe the rising heat starts to draw the mind back into the body, but the return is marked by Lucifer's faint, uncertain sound and small gesture of his cheek against damp fur. It all returns in bits and pieces for Lucifer. The heat, the sound of running water, bits of pain where the hot water comes into contact with wounds, the strange combination of feeling overly full and achingly empty at the same time.
He hadn't given in to Alastor's demand, though he'd come much closer than he ever thought.
Does that really matter, when he gave in in every other way possible? He'd let the sinner have him in every intimate way- not just a sinner, Alastor. Alastor's seed leaving his belly bloated where it rests against the other.
It'd been so damned long since anyone had him, never mind like this. ]
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With the water steaming around them, he held a hand out for his shadow to hand him the closest bar of soap. His claws retract into the tips of his fingers, something he rarely ever does, and lathers his hands up to run them carefully along Lucifer's pale form. He doesn't speak. Letting the silence fall over them as the other demon puts the pieces of his mind back together. Instead he just carefully attends to his shivering body, running the soap along his skin and rinsing him clean with special attention being paid to the bites and claw marks Alastor and his shadow have left behind. ]
In which Luci does a blep.
When he knows he can't linger in the beautiful silence and heavy feeling in his limbs, he reluctantly sits up and opens his mouth. ]
...we never bring this up outside of a private room, to no one else. Agreed? [ Not angry, not defensive, just pleasantly tired and unfortunately aware of their... situation. Nor does he offer out a hand. Not a deal, but a pact of simple mutual agreement that benefits them both. ]
omg a luci blep
When he hears the tiny hissing purr, his head tilts and a small huff of a chuckle escapes when he spots the tip of a tongue slipping through kiss-bruised lips. ]
Agreed. [ He says quite simply as he reaches a hand out for the shadow to hand him the shampoo next. Lathering his hands, he begins to wash the bright gold locks of the other's hair with claws retracted into the tips of his fingers so he didn't cause any harm. ] I was going to suggest the very same once you were capable of thinking again. Particularly the part about my tail.
they are too precious
Oh, how good it feels to have Alastor's fingers working through his hair. Lucifer practically turns into a cat in that lap. He nuzzles up into those long fingers, eyes closed, and rumbling at the back of his throat.
This is a man who has been touch-starved for a long time, whether or not he consciously recognizes it, to the point that even contact from a man he despises is welcomed.
Fuck, he is sore, but that lingering emptiness is worse. ]
...the shadow was quite the surprise.
[ Putting it lightly! ]
they really are its ridiculous
not that Lucifer is a lover now... right?and tending to any of the wounds he'd inflicted once his senses came back in full. Undoing some of the damage he did not wish to last on the other demon. ] I realize everyone has full view of my antlers but the tail is... it does not fit my image. Let me leave it at that.[ With a gentle hum, he grabs conditioner next, carefully massaging it into Lucifer's hair and slicking back the golden locks so they weren't in his face as he let them soak up the conditioner. Next came other areas that needed attention. ] May I? [ He asked, claws sheathing into the tips of his fingers as he dipped his hand beneath the water to slip in between the other's thighs once more. Not to pleasure him, though it was more than likely an inevitability given how sensitive he'd made Lucifer now. Alastor simply wished to aid in removing the shadowy substance still leaking from the King's ass. Whether he wanted to remove the cum from inside his cunt, though... he was still debating on that. ]
It usually is for those that have not taken notice to it. Essentially... it is the manifestation of many of my emotions. I channel the brunt of what I do not wish to feel, but it can only hold so much, so I am still capable of becoming overwhelmed as... you had the privilege to experience firsthand.
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Mmm... that tells me your tail is cute. [ His voice is dreamy in tone, exhausted but drifting and happy. ] I won't tell anyone. Gets to be my little secret.
[ Lucifer sucks in a breath as Alastor's hand moves between his thighs, everything down there so exquisitely sensitive. Still, he gives a little 'heh' of a laugh, not bothering to open his eyes or really move to even try to stop Alastor's hand. ]
The privilege? I think you mean the pleasure~ [ The heat from the water is certainly melting him, because moment by moment it feels like he is getting more and more limp where he is draped over Alastor, breathing in time with the deer. ]
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im sorry for taking so long on this 🙏
Never apologize!! I am just really happy you tagged again as I adore this thread ♥
thank you ;w; i love this thread too honestly
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Sorry I've been a bit slow!! Life has gotten surprisingly busy recently.
don't be sorry <3 life is constantly like that with me so i understand <3
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