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Alastor had won. He may be wrapped around Lucifer’s finger, but the King of Hell was wrapped around his finger as well.
They had started a sort of situationship. Alastor wouldn’t dare call it a full-on relationship. Sure, the gaping hole in his dead heart was slowly being filled by anything and everything Lucifer related, but as long as he was in a right state of mind he’d never admit to liking the fucker. Let alone being in love. But he had weak moments. Usually after being fucked particularly hard by his new lover. He’d look up at him while his eyes were flaming red, his horns were out, his beautiful wings were filling the room, and Alastor’s heart would swoon.
Lucifer had basically turned him into his little pet. His own personal fuck toy. And Alastor was willing. In fact, most of the time, he’d be the one seeking Lucifer out. Which was humiliating to say the least, but he couldn’t get enough. Lucifer was a god in bed, even Alastor knew it and he hadn’t had proper experience in almost a century. He could at least confirm that Lucifer was better than Vox.
Their rendezvous were becoming an almost nightly occurrence, with Alastor shuffling over to Lucifer’s door across the hall, his shadow’s eyes darting around to make sure no one else was around. It’d only take a couple knocks for Lucifer to open the door and yank him in by his shirt collar. They would spend the whole day pretending they still hated each other to not raise suspicion, pointedly arguing in front of the others as if they weren’t secretly fucking each other behind closed doors. Charlie wanted them to get along, but there was no way in hell she could know just how well they “got along”.
Alastor could tell the king had genuine feelings for him, but he would never show that he reciprocated them. He kept telling himself that he was only doing this for the power he’d gain by being this close to the King of Hell, but in reality, he was borderline obsessed with how he made Alastor feel. Sure, he could go a few days without it, but four days was the longest he’d made it without going insane and crawling back to his demonic lover.
And that’s where he was at today. Four days without the King’s cock, and to make it worse… his rut started. He woke up this morning coated in a thick layer of sweat, panting into his pillow while every brush of his blanket against his ridiculously hard cock (even while covered by his boxers and sleep pants) would send shivers up his spine. He’d found himself rutting against the mattress in a desperate attempt to get off, to fill something with his seed.
Unfortunately, the only individual he could use to cure his rut has been out for the past couple days and won’t get back until later tonight. Lucifer is out with Charlie at some two-day meeting in Heaven, discussing steps for revealing to the Winners that redemption is possible, as he had told Alastor the night before he left. Fucking anyone else was out of the question. Lucifer had made that clear whenever he’d mark him up with that sensual mouth of his. He’d whisper possessive praise into Alastor’s sensitive ears, telling him how perfect he was, how he belonged to him. He was sure it was just typical dirty talk, seeing as Vox used to spew the same bullshit.
But Alastor felt different about it when it came from Lucifer’s mouth. He felt like he actually did belong to the king, as one of his subjects, of course, but it was more than that. He couldn’t fathom letting anyone else see him at his most vulnerable, let anyone else fill Alastor’s ass with their milky seed- a truly disgusting act indeed, he didn’t know why he enjoyed it so much.
He couldn’t even get off on his own. He had been trying all day, his antlers growing in size and his bones cracking as his body grew, while he tried fruitlessly to rut up against his own furniture. He humped his armchair, the foot of his bed, several trees in his bayou, even stuffed his own clawed hand in his pants to try and jerk himself off to get rid of his painful erection, but nothing worked. He rubbed his antlers against his favourite tree with his slacks around his thighs, hand furiously stroking his own cock for the first time since his last rut, but it didn’t feel nearly good enough.
Lucifer had truly broken him. The only way he could get off was when the stupid little man was with him. And Lucifer knew it too. Every time Al would go a day or two without him, he’d be so pent up that he’d cum within minutes of being touched by his king once they’d reconnect. But while Lucifer was out, he was out of options. He’d felt the first signs that a rut was starting yesterday afternoon, and he knew then that he’d be screwed. He’d even gone to bed early last night, not wanting it to hit him in the middle of company.
But now it was in full swing, and he was alone. He had to skip lunch and dinner with Vaggie and the others, but since the Princess was out, no one came and bothered him. Thankfully. Night was approaching and the father-daughter duo were still in Heaven, while Alastor slumped pathetically against the tree, panting and sweating in full kaiju form with a leaking cock. A thick knot was forming at the base of it, swelling with seed he was unable to release. This was the torture he’s been dealing with all day.
Until he remembers his secret collection.
After every night of passion he’d spent with Lucifer, he’d sneak a bright red feather into his pocket and then deposit them into his bedside drawer. Just to torture himself with the reminder that his was nothing but a filthy whore. But now, they might be able to serve a better purpose.
He slinks over to his bed, kneeling in front of it while he opens the drawer. He pulls out a handful of the soft crimson feathers, depositing them on his bed in front of him. He had to have at least sixty of them by now, as their little situationship had been going on for almost three months. With one hand around his pulsing dick, he lowers his nose into the pile and breathes in deeply.
The scent of his lover immediately pulls a needy growl from his throat, his hand tightening around his shaft. His other hand grips the mattress, claws digging into the sheets until they stab through. He quickly gets to work again, stroking himself with his face in the feather pile, imagining he was rutting into Lucifer instead. Desperately humping into his hand, he finally starts feeling that familiar pull of pleasure and sees a glimpse of a potential orgasm in the horizon. He takes another deep inhale of Lucifer’s scent, a mix of a growl and a moan rumbling in his chest.
Just a bit more….
But then there’s a knock on the door. Any progress he’s made is immediately thrown out the window as he freezes in place, staring at the door with wide eyes. His shadow ducks under its gap to see who would dare bother him at this hour, but then, against Alastor’s will, it flings the door open and drags in… Lucifer.
He came back a few hours earlier than he predicted he would. Lucifer looks shocked when he’s pulled in by Shadow, eyes wide and hand gripping his hat so it doesn’t fall off. And then he sees Alastor and the pathetic state he’s in.
He stares at Alastor in shock, taking in the sight of his body that’s twice as large as usual, his massive antlers that twist and curl above his head, his eyes that have become deep pools of black with pink radio dials for pupils, and then the fact that he’s fully nude with his nose in a pile of feathers Lucifer didn’t even know he had.
The king slowly walks around the bed, a look of shock and confusion on his face as he gets closer to the sweaty demon. He then sees Alastor’s massive erection that throbs in his own grip. Lucifer stiffens, and so does his own dick judging by the way his pants seem to become uncomfortably tight. Alastor looks up at him while panting heavily, unable to form any words to justify his situation.
“Well well well… what the hell have I just returned to, hm? You seem a little… worked up there, big buck.” An understatement. Lucifer continues, “did you really miss me that much? And are those-… my feathers? Have you been collecting them?”
Alastor remains silent. Not only out of embarrassment, but also because he fears that if he moves he won’t be able to hold back from pouncing on the man. His sweet scent permeates his nose, making him twice as desperate.
“Not talking? A shame. It’d be so entertaining to hear you beg me to help you with that, I must admit. But first, I think you need to explain yourself, don’t you agree?” Lucifer sits on the bed next to the pile of his own feathers, picking one up and examining it before returning his gaze to the massive deer on the floor.
Alastor finally swallows thickly and speaks up softly. “…It’s a rut. It started early this morning. It’s been… unbearable…”
Lucifer smirks somewhat apologetically. “I can see that. Have you been hard all day?”
Alastor nods.
“Aww, you poor little buck. Well lucky for you, daddy’s home early. So don’t worry my pet, I’ll take good care of you~”
Alastor growls when he calls himself ‘daddy’. One thing Alastor will never give in and call him.
Lucifer frowns darkly. “Oh, that won’t do. Only good boys get taken care of by the King. But don’t worry, I know how to tame you, don’t I?”
Alastor growls louder, pushing himself across the floor away from the bed and Lucifer. Yeah, he wanted to fucking cum for the first time in four days, especially with this rut consuming his entire body, but he wasn’t going to let Lucifer treat him like a little pet… even if it wouldn’t be the first time. He already sacrificed most of his pride by getting off to the king’s scent on the feathers, he couldn’t sacrifice all of it by letting himself be spoken down to like this.
Lucifer stands and follows behind Alastor as he backs up into his bayou, back hitting a tree. He curses under his breath, glaring up at Lucifer as he conjures up a fucking muzzle into his hands. A little golden metal cage attached to red straps. If that’s how he was going to play, Alastor wasn’t going to go down without a fight. But he knew he’d go down. He knew he’d end up beneath Lucifer one way or another, that’s how their little sessions always ended up.
Alastor’s quick on his feet, whipping around and dashing further into the bayou, but he only manages to get a few feet ahead before magical golden ropes burst out from the ground, wrapping around his ankles and causing him to stumble. He lands flat on his face, growling dangerously as more ropes shoot up and wrap around his wrists, holding him to the faux forest floor. His aching cock is pressed between the ground and his stomach, the friction making his entire body tremble and fresh sweat drip from his skin.
His sensitive ears pick up on Lucifer’s boots slowly coming up from behind him while he pointlessly struggles against the binds. Lucifer has used these on him before. He knows they’re infused with angelic power, completely preventing him from breaking free from them. He was a deer caught in a trap.
He glares as Lucifer’s boots appear in front of his eyes, watching as the short man crouches down to his level. He lifts Alastor’s chin to make him meet his gaze, a calm smile on the king’s face and eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Alastor just glares at him while panting heavily, eyes twitching with annoyance.
“You really wanna misbehave now? When you’re suffering with a boner of that caliber?” He chuckles in amusement. “But if you’d just be a good little pet for me you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, big buck. You can be a good boy for me, can’t you Bambi?”
Alastor snaps his teeth at Lucifer’s arm, nearly taking a bite out of him. Lucifer steps back, a wide, evil smile growing on his face. He snaps his fingers and the muzzle that was in his hand disappears, quickly reappearing around Alastor’s jowls. The pissed off deer growls and attempts to bite off the obnoxious, embarrassing contraption, but it’s no use. He can smell the angelic energy on it.
“If you can’t be obedient, I’ll just have to make you behave. Rut makes you even more aggressive than usual, I didn’t even think that was possible, you little brat. No matter. I know how to make you heel.”
Lucifer walks around Alastor, who can feel more angelic rope wrapping around his tense body. It snakes up and around his throat, holding his head still and slightly choking him in the process. He can also feel it wrap around his thighs, tugging his legs beneath his torso and lifting his hips up off the ground. Lucifer’s hand brushes across Alastor’s bristled fur as he walks behind him, a constant stream of growls rumbles in the demon’s chest. He wasn’t able to rut against the ground anymore, his erection swinging between his trembling legs and dripping precum onto the bayou floor.
Suddenly, two hands are on his ass, rubbing and squeezing it sensually. One of those hands slides up to grip his black-tipped crimson deer tail, tugging it roughly to lift his ass higher. Alastor snarls at him, but he’s unable to move. He knows if he’d just calm down he’d get what he wants, but as much as he’s a bottom when it comes to Lucifer, he’s anything but submissive. Not without fighting back first.
“Well, we may have a little problem. You’re already a foot and a half taller than me normally, but now that you’re some huge kaiju demon… I’ll have to bring out the big guns.”
Alastor feels the hand that’s on his ass start growing, becoming large enough to grip his asscheek just like he’d normally be able to. Alastor’s eyes widen. He could do that?!
Alastor struggles against the ropes, craning his neck to try and turn to Lucifer, curious if just his hand grew or the rest of him too. His question is answered, however, when Lucifer pushes himself against Alastor’s back. He’s his normal size, but now he’s unclothed. And Alastor can feel his dick growing against his ass, as if he’s testing to see just how big he should make it. Alastor squirms and whimpers pathetically, desperate to feel him inside, needing to cum after an entire day of suffering through this ridiculous hard-on.
Instead, he feels a tug on the rope around his neck and the pressure of two fingers against his hole. He whimpers and tries his best to push his hips back against Lucifer’s large hand, only to receive a chuckle from the infuriating bastard.
“You only get my fingers if you beg for them, pretty buck.” Another growl from Alastor. “Being a little bitch isn’t going to get you anywhere. Beg like a good pet, Bambi~”
Alastor feels another tug on the rope, as if he was a dog being told to heel by his master. He was pissed… but he’s also ridiculously horny. Normally he would never stoop as low as begging, the act humiliating whether it was in a sexual sense or not. But he’s in a damn rut. And he’s been waiting for this all fucking day.
“You are so dead when this is over…” Alastor mutters under his breath. “Luci… please.”
Lucifer hums, pushing in just the tip of one oversized finger. “Aww, c’mon, you can do better than that. I said beg.”
He hears Lucifer’s voice get distorted as he yanks on the rope much harder, choking Alastor so hard that his eyes roll back. He growls again, but this time it’s cut off by a whimper when Lucifer slides that finger in just a bit more. He’s so sensitive that every minuscule touch causes a bead of precum to drip out of his desperate cock.
“Fuck, Lucifer, please! Please fuck me, I’m fucking desperate… I need you…” His pride gone, all he could think about was Lucifer’s fingers in his clenched hole and his perfect cock pressed against the back of Alastor’s thigh. He really did need him.
“Mmmmh, that’s more like it, Bambi. Such a good boy, now you can get your treat~” His voice is sickly sweet, coated with faux honey as he talks down to the horny deer like he’s a pet.
A second finger immediately joins the first, both of them pushing in and fitting perfectly. Alastor moans and digs his claws into the dirt, pushing his hips back against him as much as he could. Lucifer’s fingers stretched him out, scissoring and curling inside of him deliciously. By now he knew every move to get Alastor squirming and moaning, immediately finding Al’s prostate and pressing against it.
That’s all it took to get Alastor’s first orgasm out of him. So sensitive and worked up from his rut (and also being celibate for four days straight), he lets out a demonic growl distorted with radio static as he cums hard onto the ground beneath him. He tenses and tugs against his restraints, making no progress toward escaping. His legs tremble as his muscles untense, coming down from his brief high but unfortunately still very hard. It would take multiple rounds to eventually satiate his body’s intense craving to breed.
“Damn, Bambi. This must be a pretty intense rut if it’s that easy to make you cum for me,” Lucifer chuckles. “I barely even touched you and look at the mess you’ve made. I bet that felt amazing, didn’t it, big buck?”
Lucifer pulls his enlarged fingers out of Alastor, whose hole clenches from the loss. All he can do is pant heavily as sweat drips down his velvety back, his mind completely overtaken by lust. He didn’t even dare to talk back, afraid that Lucifer would make him wait longer for another release.
Suddenly, he feels a sharp smack on his ass, his lips curling back and a pained growl rumbling through his body.
“I asked you a question, pet. When daddy asks you a question, you answer. Speak,” Lucifer commands, gently caressing the area he just smacked.
Alastor releases a shaky breath, holding himself back from lashing out. As much as Lucifer was an insufferable bastard, he was more annoyed, however, that he was into this.
“…it felt wonderful, your majesty, but it’s going to take much more than that to satisfy me…”
Lucifer lets out a dark chuckle, his hand slowly shrinking back to its normal size. Both of his hands now rest on either side of Alastor's ass, his enlarged cock still pressed against the back of the deer’s thigh.
“Don’t worry my deer, we’re just getting started. You already suffered all day, I'm here to take care of you now. If you weren’t being such an aggressive little bitch, maybe I could get rid of all these ropes. But I can’t risk you getting homicidal with me, now can I?”
Alastor says nothing. A tingle runs through his antlers, compelling him to rub them against the ground as a small sigh escapes his lips. He just wanted this rut to be over. His pelt is coated in sweat, his chest felt tight, his balls were aching with the need to be emptied completely.
“Aww what’s wrong, Bambi? Devil got your tongue?” Lucifer practically purrs. “I’ll admit, you’re being much more obedient than I expected you to be by this point. Perhaps if you remain a good boy through this, I’ll cut you some slack during the next round~”
Lucifer’s dick slips between Alastor’s thighs, his shaft dragging against Al’s balls which pulls a breathy moan from the sensitive demon.
“Lucifer… please…” Alastor begs, his voice breathless and desperate.
“Be a good boy and call me daddy, then I’ll fuck you like you deserve~”
Alastor rolls his eyes. Lucifer knows how opposed he is to the whole ‘daddy’ thing, especially when the king refers to himself as daddy. Alastor finds the concept strange and honestly quite unsexy, especially considering how despicable his own father was. He doesn’t want to think about that abusive bastard while another man touches parts of him only one man other than himself and Lucifer have seen.
But he would admit, something about Lucifer saying it made it a fraction more bearable. He had the ability to make anything sexy to Alastor. Things he’d never imagine he could possibly be into. Like this entire scenario, for example. He’s tied up, muzzled, entirely nude with his ass up, and being teased relentlessly while in rut. And yet… he was almost enjoying himself. This was his first rut where he had someone to help him with it. Someone he desired. Someone to breed.
He couldn’t let his pride rob him of what he deserved.
“Please… daddy… I need you to ruin me. Fuck me until I have nothing left to give, daddy.” He digs his antlers into the ground, the twisting black bones feeling increasingly uncomfortable the more uncomfortable he gets. He’d kill Lucifer if he didn’t think he might secretly be in love with the little bastard.
Behind Alastor’s back, Lucifer’s eyes go dark. Something in his stomach churns at hearing Alastor finally call him that, a thick bead of creamy precum leaking from his tip as he lines himself up to Alastor’s greedy hole. He breathes shakily while reaching between Al’s legs to gather the cum that dripped down his shaft onto his fingers, stroking himself with it as makeshift lube. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.
“Good boy, Bambi… Such a good boy, fuck…” Without another moment of hesitation, Lucifer thrusts his newly enlarged cock into the deer’s ass, bottoming out immediately.
Alastor moans deeply, mouth as wide open in pleasure as it can be within the confines of the muzzle. Lucifer starts out with an immediately brutal pace, pulling out nearly to the tip before slamming back into him, his hips slapping against Alastor’s somewhat fuzzy ass. Beneath the lighter beige fur that surrounds his ass and inner thighs, he can feel his skin starting to sting from the impact. Lucifer’s moans and gasps only spur him on more, his own moans mingling in the air with his kings as the bayou’s atmosphere starts feeling warmer around their sweaty, heated bodies.
Alastor is starting to feel more like a doe in heat than a buck in rut, getting filled like this, every inch of his ass occupied by Lucifer's new monster he created for the both of them. It was humiliating, but at the same time it was absolutely arousing.
“Fuck, fuck, Luci- Daddy… mmmmf, breed me… fucking fill me, my king…” Alastor is shocked by the filthy words that come out of his own mouth, the power of his rut taking over his logical senses until he’s completely unable to think straight.
It seems to work on Lucifer, though. His thrusts start to get even more powerful, seeking to push both of them over the edge. Alastor’s knotted cock swings between his legs, slapping against his stomach with every smack of Lucifer’s pelvis against his backside. His claws are fully dug into the dirt, gripping onto the earth as if there was a possibility he could be ripped away from this perfect moment. His antlers dig into the ground as well, leaving divots in the realistic faux dirt.
Alastor is shocked when Lucifer cums first, the little king leaning against his backside as he lets out a long, breathy moan, thrusting a few more times until Alastor feels his warm release fill his stretched hole. He found himself wishing Lucifer had a nice, thick knot to fill him with, corking his seed inside of him like he was a doe to be bred.
Alastor’s orgasm hits him moments after, Lucifer’s sharp finishing thrusts sending him over the edge as he all but howls out in pleasure. He feels a fraction of pressure release from his balls as he cums for the second time, but it’s definitely not enough to completely alleviate his intense rut. He needed to fill something. Someone. And there was only one potential candidate.
“Luc- daddy… please… Please release me. I’ve been good like you asked, have I not?” His bones were starting to ache from being in his eldritch horror form for this long, his antlers tingling with the threat of an itch again.
Lucifer runs his hands up the sides of Alastor’s hips, his chest still pressed against Al’s lower back while he catches his breath. “Y’know… I suppose you’re right. You surprised me today, for sure. And you aren’t done yet, are you?”
Alastor grunts and shakes his head.
“Didn’t think so. You’re lucky I still have my angelic stamina, little doe.”
‘Little doe’ gets his blood boiling, but his annoyance is short-lived. The ropes around his neck and thighs disappear, allowing him to move somewhat freely. His body starts shrinking back to his normal size, still insanely horny but nowhere near as desperate as he was in the beginning. The ropes on his wrists and ankles loosen up as well, offering Alastor a taste of real freedom but not actually serving it to him.
Lucifer helps him roll onto his back, the magical ropes twisting around him to keep him tethered to the ground, allowing him to finally get to see his lover again. His eyes widen when he sees what Lucifer’s done.
Much like Alastor’s, Lucifer has conjured himself some fluffy ears on top of his head, sticking up out of his hair and blending in with his blond locks. He also appears to have small red antlers and golden fawn spots on his shoulders, making the king look like the perfect doe for Alastor to breed.
If nothing else could confirm it before, this definitely did the job. Alastor is in love with the King of Hell.
Lucifer chuckles at the expression of awe on the deer’s face, waving his hand over the muzzle to make it disappear. “Like what you see? I felt it would be more… appropriate for the situation. To make you feel like you’re breeding a real doe~”
“…please free my arms,” Alastor whispers softly.
With a smug smile, Lucifer obeys, the golden tendrils snaking back into the ground. Alastor immediately reaches up to slip his hands around the back of Luci’s neck, pulling his head down until his lips are within reach.
Alastor kisses him with the most genuine passion that he’s ever been capable of, almost forgetting about his rut in the process. He tries to convey every emotion he’s been unable to voice to him through this single kiss, unwilling to admit out loud that he’s grown rather fond of the little king. Lucifer holds himself up with his hands on the ground on either side of Alastor’s head, kissing him back with a bit of hesitancy, almost like he can sense there’s something different about this kiss.
Alastor only deepens it further, licking against Lucifer’s lips until he’s granted access into the mouth he’s become so familiar with. Al’s hands slide up into the fallen angel’s hair, his claws gently dragging against his scalp. He feel’s Luci’s breath hitch, smirking to himself as he starts absentmindedly rutting up against his ass. He doesn’t want to stop kissing him. He never wants to leave the bayou floor trapped between the arms of his king.
After a couple minutes, however, Lucifer pulls back to breathe. His sparkling yellow eyes with those striking red pupils bore into Alastor’s pure red ones. Both pairs reflected the lust they felt, but they also both held something deeper.
After almost a minute of just staring into each other's eyes, Alastor finally speaks. “You’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect. Please… please let me fill you… I need to breed you, my pretty doe…”
Alastor caresses Lucifer’s cheek with his hand, the pad of his thumb tracing his cheekbone. This is his doe to claim. Even if they’re both males and Alastor’s seed is physically incapable of fucking his fawns into the guy, that didn’t stop he natural instinct from wanting to try.
Lucifer lets out a shuddering breath, clearly turned on by the idea as well.
“You’ve been shockingly obedient so far, so y’know what? I’ll let you do just that,” Lucifer croons. “But we’re doing it my way, beautiful buck.”
Lucifer sits up on his knees, reaching behind himself to grasp Alastor’s sensitive cock and lining up the moist tip with his own entrance. Lucifer may always top him, but Alastor really loved watching his king ride him. He got to lie back like a princess and watch him in his pleasure-filled glory, admiring the way his body moved on top of him.
Alastor moves his hands down Lucifer’s body, resting on his hips. He notices that Luci’s dick is back to its normal size, which is a shame. He would’ve loved to see the kaiju cock the demon came up with for himself. He tears his eyes away from the beautiful appendage and looks back up into Lucifer’s eyes at the same time he starts sinking down on him. Alastor’s cum acting as lube once again, he grips the king’s hips harder, pulling him down at the same time he thrusts up into him deeper.
Lucifer moans in surprise as he’s forced all the way down to Alastor’s knot, his hands reaching down to the deer’s waist to hold himself steady. Alastor tries rutting up into him, animalistic instincts threatening to take over, but Lucifer digs his hooves into the ground to keep his hips mostly still.
“Now now, Alastor, you’ve been such a good little pet until now. Don’t forget, I’m still daddy here. Stay still.” Lucifer purrs.
Another rope snakes up Alastor's side, quickly wrapping itself around his waist and holding it flush to the ground so he’s unable to move. His grip on Lucifer tightens, the tips of his sharp claws digging into the soft flesh of his hips. Alastor whimpers breathlessly, his body slightly squirming below the king’s.
“Please, just… No teasing. I just need… one more… just need to fill you, my king… my beautiful doe...” Alastor pants out, groaning as Lucifer starts to move on top of him.
“Only since you’ve begged so nicely, sweetheart.” Lucifer smiles and rolls his hips, not quite able to take Alastor’s knot yet but the effort is there. “Have I finally tamed you? It took, what, almost half a year?”
Alastor pulls the annoying little man’s head back down until he’s inches from the deer’s face again. “You do things to me I thought no man would ever be capable of, mon cher. But for fucks sake, shut your beautiful mouth and ride me.”
He pulls Lucifer into another kiss to shut him up effectively, the king smiling into the kiss as he gives in to it. He starts moving his hips at a delicious speed, bouncing up and down on Alastor’s cock as they both moan into the kiss, which they occasionally break off to breathe before quickly reuniting their lips.
The more Lucifer stretches himself around Alastor’s thick cock, the closer he gets to being able to take the knot at the base. The buck is just waiting to fill his gorgeous doe, to finally feel the relief he’s been longing for all day.
All the while Lucifer is riding him, Alastor is watching him and wondering when and if he should drop the news that he’s caught genuine feelings. He didn’t want to. That’d be admitting yet another weakness. That his heart wasn’t as black and empty as he wished it was, but rather that Lucifer now occupied the entire organ. It beats for him and him alone. But what if Lucifer doesn’t want more? Or worse, what if Alastor doesn’t actually want more? Their situationship was quite perfect, why risk ruining it?
He didn’t even know how to be in a relationship. Or how to show any type of affection that wasn’t in the form of moaning the king’s name and occasional kisses. He’d have to learn how to go about living an entirely new life. But, it would be what he secretly wanted all along. The power he’d gain from being the King of Hell’s partner would basically put him at the right hand of the throne. He’d be the second most powerful man in all of Hell, and he’d get to experience love for the first time since he lost his mother. A different kind, but love all the same.
He’s snapped out of his all-consuming thoughts when he feels Lucifer’s hole tighten around him. He focuses his gaze back up to Lucifer’s new doe features, reaching up to pet his ears to test if they’re as sensitive as his own. Judging by the shiver that runs up his spine, they are. He keeps scratching them, jaw slack with pants and occasional moans slipping past his parted lips, and eyes half-lidded with lust as he looks into the eyes of his lover.
Lucifer looks back with an equal amount of passion, giving Alastor a slight nod to express how close he was. Alastor nods back, and Lucifer releases the rest of the ropes restraining him. He takes this chance to start pistoning his hips up into the king, his knot swelling and preparing to claim his doe. He fucks up into him with almost enough strength to force his knot inside, Lucifer’s gasps and moans only encouraging him to go harder. He tugs at the man’s fluffy ears, dragging one towards his mouth so he can speak softly into it.
“You’re so perfect, Lucifer. So beautiful. It’s aggravating as hell. The way you make me feel so fucking good… You’re incredible…. I love you…”
And with that, Lucifer’s eyes go wide before they’re both overtaken by their orgasms, the little king’s head falling onto Alastor’s shoulder as he cums onto the deer’s chest. With one strong final thrust, Alastor forces his knot into Lucifer’s tight hole, corking himself in as he cums hard and fills the man with his seed that would never fertilize. He moans loudly into Lucifer’s ear, his hands returning to his hips to hold his ass against his pelvis, grinding up on him to prolong the heavenly sensations coursing through his body.
Lucifer is whimpering against Alastor’s neck, likely overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely and utterly full. Alastor closes his eyes and sighs deeply, finally able to relax. His cock was no longer throbbing, the tightness in his balls had subsided, and he didn’t feel completely consumed by his rut. For the rest of today, at least. Usually they lasted three to four days, his body urging him to make sure he’d fucked his doe enough. But he was free for the rest of tonight, at least.
He notices Lucifer has gone silent, not even reacting to Alastor’s hand running through his hair. His doe ears have disappeared, as much as Alastor would’ve loved to play with them a bit longer. Then he feels something… moist against his shoulder. And then a trembling breath against his neck.
Was Lucifer… crying?
Alastor pulls his head away from his shoulder by his hair, and sure enough, there’s tears on his king's face. Alastor starts feeling anxious. Had he hurt him? Was it too much for him to take? Surely not, they had done much kinkier acts in the past…
“Are you alright, your majesty? It’s not too much for you, is it? I promise the knot will subside within the next few minutes, it’ll be over soon, my king,” Alastor assures the man, lifting a hand up to wipe away his tears.
Lucifer shakes his head, gasping softly as he tries to control his leaking eyes. “No, I-I-… Did you mean it?”
Alastor was thoroughly confused. “Mean what?”
“That you… you said you love me… I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but I just-… I guess I haven’t heard that in a very long time… got a little emotional, sorry…”
Alastor already forgot he even said that. It may have slipped out in the heat of the moment, but… that didn’t mean it was a lie. He holds Lucifer’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to maintain his gaze.
“And what if I did mean it? What if I have fallen in love with you, hm? Are you opposed to the idea?” Alastor crooned.
Lucifer blinked rapidly, shocked by Alastor's admission. He sits in silence for nearly a moment too long, searching Alastor’s face for any sign that he was lying to him. He finds none, his eyes glistening with unfallen tears again.
“W-Well I-… No, I’m not opposed to the idea, I’m just… shocked. I didn’t think you’d want that. Then again, I didn’t think you’d want any of this… Are you sure? Because if this is some sick way to fuck with me, I’m not into it.”
Alastor rolls his eyes. “I assure you, I’m not fucking with you. What would I gain from lying about something like that? I hate to admit it in the first place, I hate that you’re my greatest weakness. But to deny that I’m in love with you at this point would be foolish. As I said after our first night together, you have ruined me. Clawed your way into my heart and built a nest there, little duckling.”
Lucifer looked like he could start sobbing, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down emotions that threatened to consume him.
“I didn’t peg you as the sickeningly romantic type, but… damn. I-I think… that I’m in love with you too. I think about you every minute of every day. Whenever I’m not here, I’m wishing I was. Whenever I don’t see you, I seek you out. I’m sure it’s been pretty obvious, but… I like you a lot, Bambi.”
Alastor’s heart swells. God damn it. There was no going back now, his heart was on his sleeve and so was Lucifer’s. The king was in love with him. This time he had truly won.
“I had an inkling that you had feelings I didn’t want to admit to myself that I reciprocated… I never planned on you, Luci. I never wanted this to happen. But now… I don’t think I could live without you. I’m utterly and entirely yours.” Alastor says softly while his knot slowly shrinks inside of Lucifer, his erection deflating for the first time all day, which now left him finally feeling satisfied.
Lucifer leans down and they share their most passion-filled kiss yet, their lips expressing their love more than words could. He was Lucifer’s. And Lucifer was his at last.
They eventually got off the bayou floor, Lucifer snapping their bodies clean and dressing them in only boxers and button-up night shirts. They retire to Alastor’s bed, the deer on his back while Lucifer lay on his stomach on top of Al’s chest, playing with the tufts of fur that stuck out of the top of his shirt. He found himself enjoying the domesticity of their position. If this was what a relationship was like, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.
“So… what does this mean for us? Are we more than ‘friends with benefits’?” Lucifer speaks up after a while.
“Depends. Is that what you want? Do you want to be able to call me yours as much as I wish to call you mine?” Alastor offers, his fingers brushing through the blond’s hair.
“I might… But we don’t have to label it if you don’t want to. And we especially don’t have to be public about it. It’s gonna be… a lot- for both of us… But you can still call me yours if you want~” Lucifer smiles up at him.
“Then you can call me yours as well, my duckling. I have just thoroughly claimed you, after all~” Alastor smirks. He’s enjoying this little back and forth.
Lucifer snorts. “Yeah, you really did. I think both of us might need a little break after that… I didn’t think you’d enjoy being my little pet as much as you did, though. What a pleasant surprise that was!”
Alastor groans. “You have a way of making me enjoy almost everything you try to get me into, daddy~”
Lucifer’s giggle is airy and genuine, making Alastor feel like there were sparkles in his heart.
“But…” Alastor continues, “our little break won't be able to last very long… My ruts usually last three to four days. So we have at least 48 more hours of ‘horny eldritch horror’ ahead of us, my king~”
Lucifer stiffens before letting out an exasperated breath. “Well then, we’ll have to make the most of it then, won't we? But for now, we need sleep. The hotel bed in heaven was shockingly uncomfortable, so I haven’t gotten much sleep the last couple nights… or maybe I just needed my emotional support deer with me. He’s such a good boy, after all~”
Alastor simply chuckles, pulling the blanket over them while Lucifer snaps to turn the lights off, purging them in a comfortable darkness.
“Good night, my darling duckling.”
“Goodnight my beloved Bambi.”