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Since the passing of the fight against Heaven’s exterminators, it has been quite fascinating to see everyone in bright spirits. For the first time, Hell’s misfits fought against Heaven’s forces and succeeded. Even if it came at the cost of one of their fellow friends. They had grieved and mourned for their friend. Rebuilt the broken hotel as relationships were mended stronger than before. Now, everything has shifted.
The Hazbin Hotel was growing more traction and more patrons, who wanted a chance to seek redemption. Even if they didn’t believe it, they were willing to give it a shot. However, a certain deer demon believed otherwise. Most sinners who came to the hotel were sinners who’ve worked alongside that atrocious Hell TV crew. A quote reminder to a certain overlord.
Which means they held alternative motives.
All reporters wanted to speak to their housekeeper, Nifty, who was responsible for killing Adam, or their resident King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. As a result, it was entertaining to see the flustered King try to keep up his prideful, disinterested facade when the mics or cameras got too close for comfort. It was obvious that the King wasn't used to socially communicating with others. Years of no communication did leave a lasting effect, as Lucifer tries to change his ways. Trying to be more involved with Hell’s affairs. Though Lucifer is reconsidering that last part considering he’s avoiding the other Sins.
However, it seems that today would be different. Alastor’s eye twitches, watching the reporters running his patience thin. He was about to devour all of them until it happened . One of the crew members tripped, shoving against the short King. Sending him falling back, Alastor appeared just in time for the King to fall into his arms. Fully prepared to bathe in that anger that came with his next jest. “Be careful, Your Majesty, we wouldn't want you falling for anyone—” Alastor stops.
For the first time, he was speechless. He inhaled at the sight before him. As his smile remained open, speechless, his eyes were fully open.
Once he looked down, he saw a twitch of blond furred ears…fluffy deer ears. Lucifer’s ears twitched and lowered in Alastor’s presence as a deep scarlet blush colored the fallen angel’s cheeks. Alastor felt at a loss. Why hasn't he noticed this? Has he always had those little blond, fluffy ears on his head? He was always observant; how did he miss this? There was another deer demon in this facility.
Alastor felt his own deer tail begin to wag as if he were an excited puppy. One of his hands slowly shakes to settle around his waist, under that damn coat, wanting to feel the King’s little fluffy tail. Lucifer blushed at the simple touch, not understanding Alastor’s intentions. The damn bastard’s hand was going past his waist. Possessively touching his body in a way to challenge whoever dares get close. Lucifer blush darkens.
“H-Hey, you can let go now—” Alastor held tighter, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. Lucifer squirmed, his ears narrowing as if he was feeling threatened. His blush continues to darker as he catches a sniff of Alastor’s smell. It was asking him to submit. His ears lifted a little in curiosity. His instincts were interested in what the demon could offer him. He tries shaking those thoughts away. Why was he thinking that? Why desperately does he want to submit?
A small twitch had Lucifer looking at Alastor for any answer to his strange behavior. The way his eyes stared deep into his, challenging dominance over the fallen angel. Challenging to even try and attempt to escape his grasp. It made Lucifer feel warm. It felt hypnotizing. Still, Lucifer’s thoughts trailed to the outside of their shared bubble.
He couldn’t shake off the feeling of countless eyes on them. Gazing over, he could see the news crew pointing their cameras at them. People talking about the King being practically manhandled by an Overlord, especially the Radio Demon. A part of him wants to hide in Alastor’s arms, shielding him away from their looks. The thought alone had Lucifer reeling. Why did he just think that? Alastor wasn't his mate. Before his mind could spiral any further, he could see Charlie and Vaggie heading towards them. The commotion had gotten their attention.
Not good.
Not good!
“Buddy,” Lucifer begins, frantically trying to shove him away, “A-Alastor, bud, c—” Alastor growls over his ears, the deep rumbling made Lucifer’s tail quiver. Lucifer’s ears lowered, submitting already. The display of power felt so electrifying. The fact that Alastor was attempting this type of submission over him, knowing full well who he was. He could smite the demon if he wanted, and yet he doesn’t. Still, Lucifer pushes at his chest. He couldn't let Charlie see him so pressed against Alastor, her facility manager. Alastor takes in his scent, holding the squirming fawn. Each attempt had Alastor tightening his grip, Alastor’s face was pressing to his neck.
“Alastor? Dad?” Charlie interrupts them. A blush rises to her cheeks when she sees how close Alastor and Lucifer were in that moment. Vaggie glares, “Alastor, can you let go of Charlie’s dad?” She rubs her eyes, annoyed. Their attempts to snap Alastor out of whatever daze he was in, proved to be futile. Alastor’s ears lowered, pointing out in a display of being threatened.
Or in this case…someone threatening to have his mate.
Mate .
The realization of that made Lucifer want to smack himself. Alastor’s a deer demon. Of course, he's behaving this way. Alastor’s focus was set on the fact he had deer features. He tries pushing Alastor’s mouth away from his throat. The heat against his neck became addicting. Fuck him—
“Alastor!”
Charlie’s and Vaggie’s joint voices snapped Lucifer out of his thoughts. Alastor gripped possessively on the sides of Lucifer’s shoulders, moving Lucifer to face him. His ears raise at Alastor’s immediate action. However, the next few words had everyone silent.
“Please have my children!” Alastor pleads, his deer tail wagging relentlessly. Lucifer’s eyes go red as his yellow irises stare at the deer overlord. Lucifer’s ears stand pointed upwards. Lucifer couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks. His mind tries to process what Alastor had just asked.
Have my children…Have my…WHAT?!
Charlie remained wide-eyed. Was her dad and Alastor dating? Did she miss something? Is she going to be an older sibling? Should she prepare? She is filled with so much glee at the possibility of having a new sibling. Vaggie shakes her head when he sees the awe in Charlie’s eyes. The news crew was shocked to catch that sentence on live news. The Radio Demon asking the King of Hell to carry his fawns.
While somewhere else, a certain TV Overlord was stomping his foot around, angrily, as a moth demon watched in curiosity, smug, while the other overlord just shook her head. Once again, she was going to deal with another piss baby.
Lucifer gulped down. The predatory look on Alastor’s face felt sinful. He looks to the side, his head bowing in submission. His ears lowered to Alastor’s dominance. It made him feel weak in the knees. His legs trembled like a newborn fawn. He tried to find any words, but his instincts urged him to let the demon ravish him. The silent promise to breed him full of his young made Lucifer squirm. A newer sibling for Charlie. A voice whispering that this demon would protect him. He doesn’t need protecting, he was the King of Hell. He knew these were his instincts that were telling him this.
“I…I’ll think about it if you let me go,” he whispers, only loud enough for Alastor to hear. Keeping his voice steady, so he doesn't sound like he's agreeing to what Alastor asked of him. His tail wagged under his coat, thankfully no one could see. Still, he waited for Alastor’s response which didn't take too long.
Instantly, Alastor let’s go. Eyes narrowing at the new reporters. “If you all aren't gone in the next few seconds, I'll make sure you never make it back to work.” His ears narrowed, threatening the sinners. Watching them scramble like roaches was just the cherry on top. Alastor’s threatening aura increased tenfold as his eyes set back on Lucifer’s small figure. Lucifer forces his eyes away from Alastor’s hungry look.
It left only them and everyone else who stayed at the hotel. Charlie fills with glee, rushing over to the pair. “I'm so happy for you, Dad,” she squeals. She takes her dad’s hands in hers. Lucifer was confused. Why was his daughter happy? Wait, why is she behaving as if she just told her the greatest news ever?
“What?”
Charlie smiles softly, “I know you aren't with Mom anymore, but I’m glad you're moving on.” She bounces excitedly. As much as she would've thought her mom and dad would get back together, she wanted her dad to be happy. “I want three siblings.” The statement alone had Lucifer reeling. Lucifer blushes darkly. Where was this coming from? He's not even with Alastor. Alastor chuckles, beside them.
“No worries, Charlotte, we’ll be sure to fulfill your request,” Alastor says, arm settling over Lucifer’s hip. Lucifer squeaks. What was even happening?! When did he suddenly not get any chance to say anything? He pushes away from Alastor’s grasp. His ears narrowed, concealing his growl. Still, he looks at Charlie.
Lucifer gives his daughter a nervous look. “As nice is the suggestion, my duckling, we’ll have to discuss it later.” He directs a glare at Alastor’s smug look. How much he wanted to punch that smirk off his face, he turned away. Picking up his top hat, he was about to place it on his head, until it was plucked out of his hands.
“My, my, how spacious this little thing is,” Alastor begins. Is he teasing him? Does he know who he is? Lucifer growls, his ears pointing downwards. “Give it back.” Alastor hums, placing it on his head, and adjusting the hat. “I do see the appeal, it gives you quite the necessary inches.” Lucifer flustered. Anger brewing in the shorter king.
“What did you say, asshole?”
He pretends he doesn't hear Charlie’s little whispers to her girlfriend.
“They're flirting, Vaggie,” she says with glee. Vaggie shakes her head as she pushes her girlfriend away from the two. Calling out for Angel, Husk, and Niffy to come with them. It left them alone in the lobby. Lucifer was too focused on Alastor to realize that he was alone with the other deer demon. Alastor steps forward into Lucifer’s space.
“Hey! Get away–”
“Why hide your ears?” Alastor was too close, backing Lucifer into the lounge. Lucifer tries to find a way to escape, but he's stuck. He's trapped in Alastor’s mad game. Lucifer pushes his palm against Alastor’s chest to keep him away once he hits the back of the armrest. He needs to keep this distance away from this asshole.
“It's none of your business,” Lucifer retorted. Alastor hums, not satisfied. “They’re lovely on you, my dear.” Alastor leans into his space. “Makes you look ripe for the taking. All so alluring for me.” Lucifer freezes. Alastor takes the hand on his chest, pulling it up to his mouth. Pressing a kiss into the palm, gazing at the hinting blush on Lucifer’s face.
It flies over Lucifer’s head.
“What is that supposed to mean?” His anger cooled as the blush was returning. His bravo display of anger was disseminating by the second. The kiss on his palm felt soft. The way Alastor’s eyes trailed down his body made him feel warm. Alastor invading his space. He was getting too close.
“Just that you look delectable,” Alastor finishes. Lucifer feels the heat flare up on his face. “All mine to breed. Doesn’t that sound lovely, my doe?” Lucifer had no room to escape. His head lowering, ears pressing down to try and seem non-threatening to the deer demon. To show his submission. Alastor’s other hand shaking under Lucifer’s coat, he squeaks at the sudden touch. Alastor’s fingers run through the soft platinum blond fur of his tail. Alastor’s face moved to his neck, the heat against his throat made him squirm.
“Ah!”
The sound is forced out of the shorter king. Alastor’s fingers played with the base of his tail, sensitive to the touch while Alastor bit down on his neck. Letting the fallen angel bleed as he licks away the sweet nectar. Lucifer manages to use his free hand to grip Alastor’s shirt. His other hand was intertwined with Alastor’s. Letting out lowly sounded moans as Alastor played with his tail, his mind spiraling.
“A sinful, fallen angel, in my arms. Practically putty by just mere touches. Made only for me to taste,” Alastor licked away the golden blood. He moves upwards, trailing each kiss, each nip of skin. “Made only for me to breed full with my children.” Alastor’s words cemented a deep desire in the fallen angel.
“My little wife.”
Suddenly, the tension snaps. Alastor was kissing him, urgently and passionately. Shrugging away Lucifer’s coat, revealing the waistcoat he wore, and how it hugged around his slender frame. Lucifer tries to pull away to catch a breather until he falls back. Looming over him was the Radio Demon, the predatory look sharpening. Lucifer blushes, his head turning to the side, allowing his throat to be seen. A clear sign of submission, confirming that Lucifer wasn’t going to try and move.
Lost in thought, Lucifer barely has time to realize that Alastor is beginning to unbutton his pants. “W-Wait, Al—” He tried to get the demon’s attention. To remind him where they are. To tell him that they could take this elsewhere. However, it resulted in a heavy growl. His ears flattened against his head, threatening the other deer hybrid.
Again, Lucifer submits. His body quivering under the intense power that reeked from the demon, all promises to breed him fully, to protect him, to keep him as his prized mate…
Alastor was taking the reins. Any chance Lucifer had to take control of the situation was out of his grasp. He was a slave to the pleasure. His ears flattened, curious, watching Alastor remove his pants, practically ripping away the very things that kept him away from his goal. How did it come to this?
Moments ago he was arguing with Alastor, now he lays under him, accepting every little touch Alastor had to offer. As he lay nude, Alastor was fully dressed. Humiliation burning through his system. His instincts telling him how powerful his mate is. That he’ll be bred full of his mate’s young. That he’ll be cherished and loved. “Sickening sweet you are, my dear,” Alastor purrs as much as he hates the sweetness, something about Lucifer was addicting. Alastor ran his hand down the fallen angel’s nude body.
“Practically mine.”
Lucifer blushes. Those maniac eyes watching his every move, threatening him to try and escape. A show of dominance. If he wanted to, he could escape, yet every fiber of his body refused. This is where he belongs. Under the Radio Demon, only for him to touch and devour. Every part of him surrendering to the Radio Demon.
“J-Just do it…” Lucifer whispers. Alastor gives him a little hum. “Do what, darling?” Leaning into the king’s space, Alastor moved his hand to Lucifer’s bottom. Rubbing a hand between the angel’s thighs as it trails upwards, Lucifer almost jumps. Immediately, red eyes followed Alastor’s hand. “A-Alastor—” His voice is weak and vulnerable.
“Do what, Darling?”
Alastor’s other hand forced Lucifer’s chin upwards to face him. His ears flared up in excitement. His thighs were shaking with how Alastor’s hand got too close to his hole. “T-T–” Alastor grins. “Big words, my sweet doe,” he taunts, mocking Lucifer’s submission. “What do you want, your majesty?” Lucifer’s blush was all so alluring. A beautiful display. How much he wishes to ruin the King.
“P-Please touch me!” He begs, all so sweetly. He grips tightly onto the couch as Alastor thrusts two fingers inside him. “A-Aah!” His head slams back against the cushions. He feels his nails ripping into the fabric. Alastor moves his hand to grip the fallen angel’s thigh, digging into his flesh. Blood ran down from Alastor’s claws.
Lucifer gasps. Alastor’s mouth settles over the marks, sucking away the dripping blood, never allowing any to stain the sofa. Alastor grins, seeing Lucifer’s blushing face. He leans in to kiss him. Swallowing down Lucifer’s moans, stretching the sweet angel, feeling his body twitch. Lucifer feels as if he was drowning. Alastor’s fingers brushing against that spot that him pulling away. He lets out a cry. He tries begging more, only to be silent by Alastor’s mouth. Lucifer could taste his own blood on Alastor’s tongue.
Alastor finally pulls away, satisfied with the state the fallen angel was in. He sees how Lucifer pants heavily, his hips twitching to match Alastor’s thrusts, desperately seeking for pleasure. Leaning close to Lucifer’s deer ears, Alastor nips down on the ear. “That’s a good little thing,” he whispers. “Let go of those pitiful thoughts.”
Pulling his fingers away, Lucifer squeaks, whining for more. Alastor watches the lost look in the King’s eyes. His ears rising, curious, waiting for Alastor. How his bite marks painted Lucifer’s chest, neck, and thighs. How he craves to ravish the deer hybrid. With no more hesitation, he forces Lucifer on his stomach, propping him up on his knees. Lucifer doesn’t protest, presenting to his mate.
Alastor unbuckles his pants, letting out his cock. As much as messy this was, he found enjoyment in Lucifer’s display. The mess they were creating. He was going to claim this angel to him. Chain him to only him. Gripping on Lucifer’s fleshy hips, he forces Lucifer back on his cock. “A-AH!” Lucifer screams. His tail twitches with each thrust. Alastor growling lowly, forcing Lucifer to meet each of his thrusts.
“Mine,” Alastor growls. “All mine! Isn’t that right!?” He moves his hand to play with Lucifer’s tail, squeezing at the base of his tail. Lucifer let out a sound he didn’t know he was capable of. A bleat escapes his mouth, accompanying Lucifer’s small bleats were Alastor’s grunts. Rutting deeply inside Lucifer, drilling into Lucifer’s senses. Each thought telling him that he’ll be bred full with his mate’s fawns. Lucifer’s face pressed against the soft fabric, drool dripping down Lucifer’s lips.
“Come on, my deer,” Alastor demands, moving his hand below, pressing it over Lucifer’s tummy. the fallen angel. “A-Alastor!” He screams. Alastor’s hand pressing on the bulge he felt. “I’m going to make sure it sticks.” His hand lay possessively over Lucifer’s tummy. “I will make sure you’ll always feel full of my fawns. Doesn’t that sound lovely?” Lucifer cries, desperately when Alastor’s dug into the back of his neck.
Lucifer couldn’t contain the sounds. His endless babbling for more. Alastor fed into his desires, never moving his hand away from Lucifer’s stomach. Pushing down on the bump, forcing Lucifer to feel it all. Alastor’s tongue licking up the blood from his neck. He keeps his grip tight on the fabric. He was so close.
“P-Please!” Lucifer cries, trying badly to get his mate’s attention. “B-Breed me full! P-Please, more!” He sobs. Alastor grins, madly. His hand moves away from Lucifer’s hip, snaking up to grab Lucifer by the throat. Lucifer screams. It forces his body upwards, snapping him down to meet Alastor’s thrust.
“Breed you?” Alastor cackles.
“Oh, darling, I’m going to ruin you!”
Lucifer lets out a shout with one final thrust hurling him over the edge. His body violently jerks, going limp in Alastor’s grasp. His ears lay flat, fully submitting to his mate. Alastor thrusts a few times before cumming inside the fallen angel. Once Alastor lets go, Lucifer falls limp against the sofa. Panting heavily, his instincts were running at an all-time high. Alastor groans, feeling Lucifer’s soft walls twitching around him.
He looks down at the messy sight. Lucifer doesn’t even seem to be making a move to get away. Pulling out, he flips Lucifer over. A sinful sight before him. Those red eyes were shut. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Alastor smirks, trailing his hand to Lucifer’s twitching ears, he taps on them. Immediately, Lucifer’s eyes open, lust drunk eyes looking at him.
The sweet little thing beneath lets his legs fall open for Alastor. A silent plea for more. Alastor moves his hand, rubbing against Lucifer’s cheek now. “Such a sweet little beau.” Lucifer doesn’t reply. His hips were moving to try and get more action. To feel more of the addicting sensation. “You want more, darling?” He taunts, his eyes narrowing hungrily at the beau. Lucifer doesn’t hear the poisonous, dangerous tone lacing Alastor’s words. Frantically nodding his head.
“You’ll regret that decision.”
With a snap of his fingers, the two fall down onto Alastor’s bed. Lucifer squeaks. He whines when Alastor moves to kiss down the fallen angel’s neck. “A-Aah! M-More!” He continues to cry. His hands moving to grip onto Alastor’s hair, tugging sharply, forcing a growl out of his mate. Suddenly, they turned around. Lucifer settled above on Alastor’s lap. He didn't understand until Alastor lifted his hips.
“A-Alastor!”
Alastor drops him down on his cock. Lucifer's grip tightens as he sobs in ecstasy. All of this felt too much. “Move, doe,” Alastor demanded. “Take all you need.” His words demanded obedience. Lucifer nods his head. He begins lifting his hips and falling back on Alastor’s cock. The pace was getting faster.
The high he desperately needed was approaching. His thighs were aching from the soreness. He’s not done this in a long time. Lucifer mewls. His mind swirls, sinking deeper into the lustful pleasure. He already feels Alastor’s cum leaking down his cock, Alastor’s ownership cementing itself into Lucifer’s mind.
With one hard thrust, it slams against his prostate, forcing a loud moan. He cries, trying to get Alastor’s cock to hit the same spot. Each move getting more and more desperate. He whines when his thighs refuse to move. “Aw, my little doe can’t move?” Desperate red eyes find his mate’s mischievous eyes. His ears settling down, he nods. He whines when Alastor forces his hips to stop moving.
“Such a surprise no one has claimed you,” Alastor begins, his voice all so alluring. “But don’t fret, darling, I’ll make sure you’re claimed. Only for me.” Lucifer nods his head with every word that spills from Alastor’s mouth. Alastor feels Lucifer’s twitch around him, his hips wanting to snap downwards against his cock.
As he lets go, Lucifer screams when Alastor snaps his hits upwards. Each thrust hitting against his prostate, he keeps sinking down his cock. The position was forcing him to feel it all. Lucifer’s body arched as he came. He pants. Lucifer feels Alastor’s cum dripping down his thighs. He holds tightly onto Alastor, trying to calm down his breathing. He tries to think what to say, but all he can do is sink.
Why couldn’t he think?
Lucifer only sees Alastor’s hungry eyes. He tries to voice that he’s had enough for tonight, but his mate’s hunger was insatiable. He hovers over him. It left Lucifer pinned down. His body trembled from the scent. He keeps his thighs shut. It’s too much. He won’t be able to handle another mate fest. However, Alastor’s growling begins to echo against his ears.
His ears flared downwards. Letting his legs fall apart as Alastor’s growling calms down. Running high on instincts alone made Alastor seem so different. Despite their mass difference in power scales. Alastor had Lucifer submitting by the mere growl. Possessive and demanding. He squirmed beneath him. He wasn’t able to escape his fate. Alastor’s claws trailing down his naked frame.
“Such a little waist,” Alastor coos, squeezing the fallen angel’s hips. Lucifer squeaks. His eyes set over Alastor’s face. The way Alastor’s eyes devoured him had Lucifer feeling so warm. His body twitches at Alastor’s touch. A sinful moan escapes Lucifer with each touch.
“We aren’t finished, my deer. We’re only starting.”