[ 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. ]
[ When he's had to get used to giving others aftercare, it was inevitable that he became good at the act. After all, what better way to ensure the few partners he could trust with his secrets would return than to care for their needs in the aftermath of his feral fucking. ]
It is not cute because I am not cute. Do try and keep your facts straight, my dear. [ He chided, albeit gently as his fingers sink inside the demon's hole and begin moving gently to urge the shadow's seed to flow out into the water around them. ]
Oh, it was a pleasure, now was it? Here I was under the impression you despise me, my king. [ He can't help but tease as fingers twist and thrust leisurely. And if his hand curves so that his thumb can slip into the male's cunt... well, that's hardly his fault. ]
[ A quiet, nearly-a-moan slips from his lips as Alastor sinks his fingers inside of him, the ring and flesh within quivering in sensitivity as those long digits their work. His body practically gives a giant ? to his mind, as if so exhausted it's asking if it's supposed to get interested again, because it might be, while the mind tries to say no, all good, you can relax. That reassurance is quickly dashed when Alastor sinks his thumb into his knot-stretched cunt, making a disjointed sound of protest and desire. ]
Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]
[ Alastor keeps his touch gentle even as he feels muscles quivering around his digits. Exploring and mapping out that hole that had taken his shadow so well. He was almost tempted to do the same to the hole that he'd claimed. Almost.
But of course his attention had roused Lucifer to touch his tail again. Making the appendage twitch and his ears flick atop his head. Crimson eyes narrow in warning as he finally pulls his fingers free and sits back in the tub with arms loosely wrapped around the demon's waist. ]
They are simply... there. Nothing more and nothing less. [ He replied, tone turning a bit more stern. ] Would you enjoy it if your subjects pointed out how cute you are, my dear?
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[ Lucifer snorts as his words are mistaken, looking up with exhausted eyes up to the sinner. A tired blink, then with his chin propped up on Alastor's chest, he mutters- ]
My subjects look at me and call me short. [ His voice flat and he rolls his eyes the most he can before he lets his eyes close again. Alastor had done exactly that, after all. So had Angel Dust. Sigh. No respect.
The warm water feels nice on his bloated, sore body and he doesn't want to move unless absolutely necessary. ] The baby. What do you want to call the baby?
[ Listen. Alastor can't help but take things literal from time to time. Propping his cheek on curled knuckles as his elbow perches on the edge of the tub, he peers down at the king on his lap. ]
That is hardly the same as being called cute. Besides, you are capable of changing your shape, are you not? [ A genuine question born out of curiosity. Here Alastor had assumed that Lucifer simply preferred being small.
The question born after a stretch of silence makes him pause, ears perking straight up as crimson eyes blink in confusion. ] A baby? What baby?
[ Is that interest he hears in Alastor's voice? It's enough to get him to answer the question first, thinking how to explain it better than just 'yes' or with a shrug - both of his immediate first responses in his head. ]
I wasn't born looking like this. [ There's a pause there, practically thinking 'duh' in his head as everyone knows he is a fallen angel. ] Anything like this. We were only given more... human-like forms later. I think we were practice for your whole species.
[ There's something numb in his words, like reciting from a book, but it's easier to stay numb to talk of the past than let himself feel anything from it as much as he possibly can. ]
Mhmm, the baby. Or babies, depending on what chance gives us.
[ He couldn't help his curiosity when it came to these matters. Yes, he's been around powerful demons for the majority of his time in Hell, but few came to the same standards of power as Lucifer. Knowing that he himself could shapeshift to a degree, he can only assume Lucifer prefers this small, adorable visage he wears. ]
Is that so? That does make some sense given the humanoid forms many angels and demons hold. A precursor for what They were planning for Earth.
[ Much like a deer in the headlights, Alastor is frozen as he tries to determine whether or not Lucifer is making an attempt at a joke. ]
I... you have lost me. Is it truly that easy to impregnate you? I was not even in rut and... that was our first time so... truly? How are you sure?
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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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It is not cute because I am not cute. Do try and keep your facts straight, my dear. [ He chided, albeit gently as his fingers sink inside the demon's hole and begin moving gently to urge the shadow's seed to flow out into the water around them. ]
Oh, it was a pleasure, now was it? Here I was under the impression you despise me, my king. [ He can't help but tease as fingers twist and thrust leisurely. And if his hand curves so that his thumb can slip into the male's cunt... well, that's hardly his fault. ]
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Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]
im sorry for taking so long on this 🙏
But of course his attention had roused Lucifer to touch his tail again. Making the appendage twitch and his ears flick atop his head. Crimson eyes narrow in warning as he finally pulls his fingers free and sits back in the tub with arms loosely wrapped around the demon's waist. ]
They are simply... there. Nothing more and nothing less. [ He replied, tone turning a bit more stern. ] Would you enjoy it if your subjects pointed out how cute you are, my dear?
Never apologize!! I am just really happy you tagged again as I adore this thread ♥
My subjects look at me and call me short. [ His voice flat and he rolls his eyes the most he can before he lets his eyes close again. Alastor had done exactly that, after all. So had Angel Dust. Sigh. No respect.
The warm water feels nice on his bloated, sore body and he doesn't want to move unless absolutely necessary. ] The baby. What do you want to call the baby?
thank you ;w; i love this thread too honestly
That is hardly the same as being called cute. Besides, you are capable of changing your shape, are you not? [ A genuine question born out of curiosity. Here Alastor had assumed that Lucifer simply preferred being small.
The question born after a stretch of silence makes him pause, ears perking straight up as crimson eyes blink in confusion. ] A baby? What baby?
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I wasn't born looking like this. [ There's a pause there, practically thinking 'duh' in his head as everyone knows he is a fallen angel. ] Anything like this. We were only given more... human-like forms later. I think we were practice for your whole species.
[ There's something numb in his words, like reciting from a book, but it's easier to stay numb to talk of the past than let himself feel anything from it as much as he possibly can. ]
Mhmm, the baby. Or babies, depending on what chance gives us.
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Is that so? That does make some sense given the humanoid forms many angels and demons hold. A precursor for what They were planning for Earth.
[ Much like a deer in the headlights, Alastor is frozen as he tries to determine whether or not Lucifer is making an attempt at a joke. ]
I... you have lost me. Is it truly that easy to impregnate you? I was not even in rut and... that was our first time so... truly? How are you sure?
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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