Date: 2024-06-06 11:56 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([eyes closed][head back][talking])
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[ 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. ]

Date: 2024-06-10 04:23 am (UTC)
thisducks: ([eyes closed][upset][neutral][sigh])
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[ 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. ]

In which Luci does a blep.

Date: 2024-06-10 03:13 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([neutral][look back][look on][quiet][sad)
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[ 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. ]

they are too precious

Date: 2024-06-12 04:13 am (UTC)
thisducks: ([smile][happy][eyes closed])
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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. ]


...the shadow was quite the surprise.

[ Putting it lightly! ]

Date: 2024-06-18 01:43 am (UTC)
thisducks: ([sleep])
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[ 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. ]

Date: 2024-06-26 04:44 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([angry][eyes closed][no teeth][upset])
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[ 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. ]
thisducks: ([annoyed][old man face but less])
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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?

Date: 2024-07-13 01:33 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([neutral][look back][look on][quiet][sad)
From: [personal profile] thisducks
[ 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.
thisducks: ([talking][hand up][eyes wide])
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This is the form I was left with after the Fall, for better or worse. Fair bit smaller than my true form... it mattered less in Heaven. [ His shoulders shrug, keeping to his non-committal as if this whole conversation hasn't been strange, as if they aren't still naked and his guts filled with seed, and he hasn't brought up something world shattering in the slightest. ]

Doesn't seem like I've lost you at all. What, do you think I need to perform a shining miracle to get pregnant? Rut or not, you're still a man who came inside me... multiple times. I might be older than when I had Charlie, but not so old I couldn't have another!

[ He knows Alastor is going to try and murder him for this when he can't hold in the laughter anymore, but it feels like payback for his "punishments" over the last... he's completely lost track of how long they've been doing this. An hour? ...two? Something like that. ]

♥♥♥

Date: 2024-07-23 03:54 am (UTC)
thisducks: ([surprised][angry][pissed])
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Ex-Excuse me? [ Lucifer's head comes up at that, frowning unhappily at the implications running rampant through Alastor's word choices. ] Did you just call me a slut? [ How fucking rude! ] No I'm not that 'easy' to impregnate, thank you very much. You just fucked me so full of your seed I practically look halfway there!

[ It did give him a bit of a belly, though the idea of this tiny, thin body swollen large enough to carry a child seems utterly impossible in many ways. ]

Asshole. [ With a grumble and he turns his head to put it back on Alastor's chest, closing his eyes. It's comfortable and warm and his legs aren't likely to cooperate with him, so the last thing he wants to do is actually move. ...Unless it is directly to bed. ...maybe with Alastor there because the idea of being alone after all of that sounds like a one way ticket to the literal depths of depression for him. ]

Date: 2024-07-23 05:20 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([deadpan][neutral][talking])
From: [personal profile] thisducks
[ Snort. Lucifer, for whatever reason he can't say, accepts Alastor's answer. Maybe because Alastor can be bat-to-the-skull blunt about certain things and insults tend to be just that from him. ]

No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]

And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.

[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]

Date: 2024-07-28 02:59 pm (UTC)
thisducks: ([sarcasm][hands][talking][bullshit])
From: [personal profile] thisducks
[ Well, he supposes that makes sense, even if somewhat news to him. How had Alastor been handling it thus far, then? A single regularly set up, a random choice per rut, or simply anyone he could grab and devour afterward? All three notions had their severe downsides, though the first would be the safest route most likely, but then who would be able to handle that semi-regularly? His curiosity was his own damn curse because now he wanted to know. ]

The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.

The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]


...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?

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