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"I believe that we are sorely overdue for a chat, sire."
Lucifer looked up from his mug of tea; he'd been lounging around on his couch, arms draped over the camel back design. Alastor, in all his smarminess had suddenly manifested in the King's room and sat across from him on a once empty loveseat.
"Yeah, just come right in, why don't you." Lucifer mumbled sarcastically as he put down his drink.
Alastor chuckled into his hand—god, was everything about him so pristine, Lucifer thought. Unlike him, the little deer had his thin legs tightly crossed, so tight that Lucifer wondered how his dick breathed down there. Lucifer preferred to manspread, especially when no one was around; and Alastor hardly counted as company so he kept his position. Furthermore, Alastor's back was always impossibly straight, almost arching.
"My, my, why the aggression? What's gotten you so out of sorts this time?"
"Just get to the point. I don't know about you, but some of us have important things to do."
"Awe..." Alastor cooed, pursing his lips, feigning sickly sweet disappointment. "You deeply hate me so, don't you, sire?"
Lucifer barred his teeth.
Alastor threw his hands up, "Alright, alright," He relented, laughing. Lifting his frail-looking arms, Alastor summoned a thing of tea of his own in a dainty maroon cup. "I'm here because I have a proposition for you."
"What is it?"
Taking a careful sip, Alastor set the cup and matching saucer down. Looking back up, he gave Lucifer a wicked grin, "I don't know if you've forgotten, but while you were captured, Vox mentioned that you cannot harm sinners. How interesting that is, isn't it? The King of Hell, rendered useless if there were to be an uprising!"
Lucifer felt a twinge of irritation. Ever since Alastor's unannounced appearance in his own room—Lucifer felt the seeds of aggression sew their way into his emotions. After this revelation, however, those seeds grew into flowers, and Lucifer was officially pissed off because he knew where this was going.
"Knowing all of that, wouldn't it be great if this ailment of yours was kept... hush hush?"
Alastor laughed jovially, clapping his hands together and giving Lucifer the biggest grin, "Of course, I can do this for you but I'd like to negotiate some terms in exchange for keeping my mouth shut."
Lucifer stared. Examined. From Alastor's pompous grin to his demeanour; without even so much as a warning, the sinner had dared to summon himself into Lucifer's quarters. Their relationship had been volatile since the beginning and Lucifer always took the insults, jabs, and attempts to drive a wedge between him and his daughter with grace but now he was suddenly realizing—why?
Why had he put up with it? Why did he feel it so necessary to play nice and just take each humiliating comment and allow Alastor to run his mouth off without so much as a consequence. For Charlie, perhaps? Well, Lucifer felt that even she wasn't a good enough reason anymore.
Simple teasing was one thing, no matter how disrespectful, but this? This was a boundary overstepped. A line crossed.
A direct attempt at Lucifer and his wellbeing.
A direct bid to throw Lucifer down and bend him to a decrepit will.
A try at blackmailing the King of Hell.
Who did he think he was?
Lucifer clenched his fists as Alastor went off on the conditions of this "deal". It was all in favor of the Radio Demon, of course, leaving Lucifer as nothing but his willing slave. How could one person have so much audacity? So much shamelessness?
How could someone be so rotten?
This was Hell, yes, but Lucifer had never seen a sinner as depraved as this red-haired harpy in front of him.
Lucifer would be doing everyone a favor in knocking him down a peg. It was about time somebody put the Radio Demon in his place.
Thus, while Alastor was in the middle of his sentence, Lucifer interrupted him by standing up abruptly. Alastor cocked his head to the side, in a manner which could almost be seen as flirtatious; but that might have just been the bastard's natural aura.
A cocktease. Alastor was prudish to the nth degree, leaving everything to the imagination while running around with that teasingly evil grin and using sweet tones in his voice to manipulate people into doing what he wanted. Lucifer scanned the way he was sitting there now—downright effeminate. A lithe, pretty deer with an ugly soul.
Lucifer reached over to grab one of Alastor's antlers before violently slamming his face into the table, spilling scalding hot tea all over that mop of red and black hair. Static screeched from Alastor's person as he struggled against Lucifer's grasp.
"I've had it with you and your bloated ego. You need to be brought back down several levels."
Alastor cackled weakly, giving up on trying to shake Lucifer off as he dissipated into the shadows and reappeared on the other side of the room, "Goodness, me! The King finally reveals his true side. What, are you angry that I bested you? What would your daughter think—"
See, Alastor might be strong, but his one flaw was that he talked too much. Lucifer didn't know why his enemies didn't take advantage of this fact more often but he wouldn't be letting this opportunity go to waste; before he could even finish talking, Lucifer summoned bright yellow heavenly ropes and lunged at Alastor, easily tackling him to the ground. Straddling Alastor's thin, squirming hips, Lucifer was able to tie the ropes around his blackened wrists.
Alastor hissed, Lucifer knew why as heavenly rope—especially this kind—was strong enough to burn a demon by a mere touch.
"Now isn't that lovely? You're like a captured little deer." Lucifer cooed in the same mocking, too sweet tone as Alastor loved to put on.
"Bravo, sir, a real stuck up job, this is!" Alastor praised, not put off in the slightest by this predicament; though Lucifer didn't expect him to be—that was too easy. "What will you do now that you have me here like this? Hurt me? Kill me? Oh, right! You can't."
With as much fearlessness as though he were the one holding the rope, Alastor stuck his face close enough to Lucifer's for their noses to touch and spat, "Didn't think this one through too well did you, sire? Laughable, laughable..."
Lucifer rolled up his sleeves and carried Alastor over to his bed, placing him down with the last bit of gentleness he'd show the deer for the rest of this night.
Maybe things would finally click like this, but—whether out of genuine naïvety or some weird way of coping—Alastor still didn't get the message and kept smirking to himself like he had the upper hand here.
"Gosh, what will the poor, poor King of Hell do? I haven't a clue! Will he leave me here, tied up for the rats? Somebody is bound to notice my lack of presence and they will for sure come looking. Now, imagine the disappointment of Charlie when she realizes that her father kidnapped one of her dear friends. Your majesty, can you handle that? I know you're quite fragile."
Oh, I'll show you who's fragile.
Lucifer felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand—something was approaching. Snapping his head around, he grabbed Alastor's shadow by its neck then flicked his wrist and got rid of it in an instant. After that, he saw Alastor's first little bit of hesitance. His perpetually smiling mouth was open for a moment, clearly not expecting Lucifer to be this quick or this serious.
Still, he regained composure easily, "Heavens! I've really ruffled your feathers, haven't I?"
Again. That fucking tone.
Lucifer saw that the deer was laying on his back, bound wrists nestled between his long and slender legs which were curled in slightly. Still so elegant despite those cursed words, Alastor stared at the King through his long and dark eyelashes; conveying a devilishly flirtatious look through gaze alone. Whether intentional or not, the Radio Demon had a naturally seductive air to him—maybe that's why that TV fucker was so obsessed with the him—Lucifer could finally understand. Hell, deep down, he'd been understanding.
There was something so alluring about a prissy bitch like Alastor.
It all culminated in the desire to break someone so modest. Tear open the coat which delectably cinched Alastor's tiny waist, rip open his pants and see what kind of perky ass he was hiding under them, and finally take him; even if he was kicking and screaming all the way.
No, Lucifer wanted struggle; he wanted Alastor to fight him, to beg, to cry, and to finally realize that his wellbeing rested on Lucifer's mercy.
"You know," Lucifer began, dark. "You're right. I can't kill you. I can't even hurt you in any way that's meaningful with my powers. But you know what I can do?"
Alastor opened his mouth to ask what, but those words never came out as Lucifer raised his hand where a claw came protruding out then slashed Alastor's clothes to shreds. For a moment, Alastor was too shocked to even process what'd happened; when he came to, his eyes widened and his smile faltered to be ever so slightly smaller as he lay there, shivering, wrists bound and practically naked except for the pathetic scraps of cloth which clung onto his concerningly skinny body.
"Wait—"
"Let's take a look at what we're working with!" Lucifer exclaimed, cutting Alastor off before he could utter anything else. "Jesus Christ, Bambi, do you eat? I can see your ribs and collarbones poking out..."
Lucifer trailed his hands all over these parts, and Alastor shivered under his touch; that brought a smile to his lips, "Awe. What's wrong? Don't like it when I touch you? Has anyone touched you here before?" Lucifer asked, grabbing at Alastor's chest as though he had breasts. "What about... here?"
Without a warning, Lucifer roughly grabbed Alastor's crotch, making the deer yelp like a fawn. However, something was off. When Lucifer initially went to grab, he'd expected a handful of Alastor's genitals but he felt nothing except a flat surface.
Don't tell me...
Lucifer tore off Alastor's extremely modest, downright boner-killing set of black briefs and felt his heart skip a beat at what lay beneath.
First, there was an adorably small, fluffy, red tail which was positively twitching in fear. But second...
"Holy shit, Bambi, is this why you're such a frigid cunt? Because you have one?"
Alastor tensed, attempting to snap his legs shut only for Lucifer to forcibly wrench them apart again. Yelping again, Alastor attempted to use his tail to shield himself as it pressed firmly against his genitals; but Lucifer just scoffed as he grasped the pathetic appendage, squeezed it and continued to admire the pretty pink thing that was Alastor's delicate pussy.
It was perfect. Shaven clean, a nice muted pink color to match Alastor's ashen skin, and quivering.
Lucifer scraped one of his fingers against the walls, Dry as hell. He noted while Alastor started twitching, trying his hardest to close his legs but Lucifer was quite strong considering his looks.
Lifting his head from between Alastor's legs, he relished at the look of fear plastered across his face. Of course, the bastard was still smiling, but his eyebrows were upturned and those glowing red eyes were silently pleading. Alastor was still too proud to vocalize these pleas, but Lucifer would change that soon.
Wanting to waste no time, Lucifer was quick to take off his own clothes; with every article that was stripped off and thrown to the ground, the terrible reality set in more and more for Alastor and he finally found his voice, "Lucifer. Hold on," The first time he spoke, it was quiet, and Lucifer deliberately ignored it. "Listen to me!" He shouted next.
Lucifer stopped right before unbuckling his belt, "What?"
Alastor didn't say anything for a bit, his mouth gently agape but only sounds came out. Lucifer took the silence as compliance and continued his efforts to take off his pants.
"You can't." Alastor eventually muttered, his bottom lip trembling.
"And why can't I?" Lucifer retorted.
Alastor stared him directly in the eyes, so utterly terrified that one might think Lucifer was about to flay him. Though, it was adorable the way this doe feared sex this much.
"Please... anything but this. Anything but this—"
"It's your first time, right?" Lucifer disregarded Alastor's useless plea.
"Huh?"
"It's your first time. That's why you're so scared. Don't worry, it's gonna feel good."
"No, that's not—"
Lucifer stopped listening after that. Someone like Alastor didn't deserve a say; had he offered even a lick of mercy to the poor sinners he'd been torturing down here since his manifestation? Lucifer thought not. This was simply penance.
Finally, Lucifer was able to undo his belt and drop his pants then his garments right after. Alastor was looking away the hole time, trying to fight the binds which kept him still; he was looking away until something hard and long slapped onto his stomach.
Alastor almost didn't want to look—he knew what this was, he knew and it frightened him.
However, he eventually dared to peak down and the sight made his breath catch in his throat, almost choking him. Lucifer smiled at the reaction; the entire deer's body went stiff, his tail went back to trying to cover his pussy, and his smile just almost dropped.
"Looks like I'm gonna break you a little," Lucifer commented lightheartedly. "You're so skinny that I'm gonna be able to see a nice outline of my cock right here."
Lucifer smacked the part where his cock was going to fit into, startling Alastor to the point where he bleated. How cute. He was that scared? Well, it made sense, Lucifer's cock went well beyond his cervix and would stop at just about the edge of his umbilical region.
"Please, that won't fit inside me—you're going to tear me apart."
"Maybe you should've thought of that before getting uppity with me."
Lucifer lifted Alastor's legs and draped the skinny, twig-like things over his shoulders. Alastor yelped and struggled in earnest, trying to free his legs and hands but it was all fruitless; the heavenly ropes were bound permanently until Lucifer willed them apart and again, some lowly sinner stood no chance against an archangel in terms of physical strength.
Too impatient to properly lubricate Alastor or wait for him to get wet, Lucifer gathered as much spit as he could in his mouth and hocked it between Alastor's pretty, pink folds. Using his fingers, Lucifer spread the sorry excuse for lube and felt his dick twitch at the way Alastor reacted.
It clearly felt good, especially when Lucifer would brush a thumb or finger past his clit which probably never saw any play but Alastor was either too scared or too stubborn to properly enjoy the feeling. That was one of the other reasons why Lucifer didn't bother with prep because the ungrateful bitch wouldn't appreciate it, anyway.
Plus, this was meant to be punishment. Alastor would earn a visit from Lucifer's talented tongue when he deserved it.
In any case, Lucifer still wanted to enjoy this himself so he took Alastor by his antlers once more and shoved his head against the bed. Alastor yelled in protest, Lucifer saw that his mouth was open and shoved his dick far down the deer's unwilling throat.
"Fuck..." Lucifer hissed, biting his lip as he felt Alastor's throat get all tight and close up like it was having an allergic reaction; but it wasn't, it was just desperately trying to reject the giant cock which was forcibly penetrating it.
Before Lucifer began thrusting, he grunted a warning, "Bite me and I'll tie you up naked in the dirtiest part of town for all the nastiest sinners to use you as a cum dumpster."
Alastor whined, and Lucifer began moving. Violent chokes, as well as sobs rang out from Alastor's struggling throat, forced so wide open that it looked like he couldn't even breathe as his face turned all red and the tears streamed down like two tiny waterfalls. Lucifer just kept thinking how hot it was, seeing Alastor suffer to accommodate his dick like this. Lucifer almost wanted to just finish right there and plug Alastor's cute button nose shut to force him to swallow his cum but doing that into his helpless pussy would be so much more satisfying.
So Lucifer pulled out, and Alastor's head lolled off as drool began pouring out of his mouth.
It almost looked like he was passed out, but the second Lucifer's tip began breaching his untouched pussy, he shot right back up and started begging again.
"Please don't." He tried.
Lucifer kept pushing.
"Please!" Alastor screamed. His voice was deafening with that radio screech which accompanied it. "Please, you can't. I—I need more prep, you'll break me in two—I can't take it, I can't."
Lucifer stopped, relishing in how Alastor's teary eyes flickered with dumb hope for a moment before he slammed his entire length into that weeping pussy.
Immediately, Lucifer felt the satisfying tear of Alastor's hymen and his cock got a second coating of "lube" through the blood which followed after. Alastor, of course, had shrieked so loud his eyes flickered and his back arched to the point where Lucifer thought he'd break a spinal bone or something. The look of sheer and utter agony made Lucifer giddy.
Finally.
Lucifer wasted no time in beginning to move, not giving Alastor a moment to adjust nor a semblance of pleasure as chased after his own high instead. Every single time Lucifer would pull out to then instantly shove his pulsating cock back in, Alastor weeped more and more as he weakly urged for the King to either stop or slow down.
"S—Stop, please stop. Please, please, I can't... I'm gonna—hnngh."
Alastor was a terrible, ugly mess. That broken hymen was no easy ailment, and it was clearly causing him a suffering different to anything he'd ever experienced thus far. Lucifer melted in those sweet sobs, at how vulnerable he looked under him like this.
More fawn-like squeaks came out, as involuntary as his sweet tears. Lucifer was the first man to have penetrated his hole, the one to have taken his virginity; Lucifer had ruined his purity.
The stretch was immense, Alastor's body barely being able to get used to it; whenever it was close to doing so, Lucifer would slam his cock particularly rough and fast to halt all progress. Again, this was Alastor's divine punishment.
"Fuck, Bambi, you're gonna look so good pregnant with my kids."
Alastor blinked. Ceased his pitiful cries. Even stopped moving for a bit.
"... What?" He asked like he'd been betrayed.
"Oh," Lucifer scoffed, slowing his thrusts. "Oh, Bambi, sweetie, don't you know? Angels can get sinners pregnant."
Lucifer wished he had a camera out to capture the look on Alastor's face at that moment. Terror. Sheer, utter, absolute terror. The kind which would make horror movie producers go hog-wild for to put in their latest flick. The kind which could be a contender to be used when describing the definition of such a palpable emotion. Alastor blanched, his eyes grew wide, irises shaking, lips trembling.
"How do you think Charlie was conceived? Lilith didn't have a miracle virgin birth. She was a sinner and i impregnated her. Just like how I intend to impregnate you now, my dear doe."
Then, he went into full-blown panic.
Like a fish caught in a net, Alastor did his best to try and break free of the bonds which held his starving wrists; now ruined and reddened. Screaming, crying, bleating, begging. Alastor appealed to Lucifer the best he could.
"Please, sire, please! I can't... no! Please! I can't be a mother, I cannot—"
"What will the names of our children be? Ah, how I hope for twins or triplets. More than one baby in this teeny tiny body," Lucifer possessively stroked Alastor's slightly furry stomach, twitching when he felt the bump of his cock. "Two or three little ones will surely tear my delicate wife apart. But you'll survive it. Then, I'll get you pregnant again."
Lucifer moved again, renewed and more vigorous than ever to fulfil his promises. Sweat dripping from his head, Lucifer groaned in pleasure at not only the impossible tightness of Alastor's pussy but also the fantasy of being able to see this bitchy cocktease as a precious housewife. Stomach swelled with children, barefoot in the kitchen, ready to serve his husband with the cutest smile.
Fuck. That's good.
Lucifer was the King of Hell for a reason. He wasn't a nice man.
Especially not to uppity whores who thought they could get away with anything just because he tended to come off as easygoing. All of that was for the sake of his daughter, anyway; and fucking Alastor into an obedient pulp would surely clear the threat he might have posed to his darling Charlie, so a win was a win. Lucifer was such a great father.
And he'd be an even greater one to the babies he'd be shooting inside Alastor's capable womb.
In all honesty, Lucifer missed children. There were almost none in Hell; and the ones that did end up down here were so screwed in the head with trauma that they possessed no adorability. Only Charlie was a bundle of sweetness as an infant, toddler, little girl, and even now. However, Lucifer wanted to hold a newborn once more—his newborn.
Lucifer thought the dream fruitless after Lilith left him. Now, however? Now he had this perfect vessel impaled on his cock.
Speaking of, Alastor was sobbing. The poor thing had been trying to get Lucifer's attention while the King had been engrossed in his imagination.
"Sire, sire, sire—Lucifer. I beg. You've already t... taken my body, you cannot... you really cannot... I don't want to be a mother. I don't want to have children..."
With an uncharacteristically gentle coo, Lucifer shushed Alastor, "This is your fault, sweetness. You shouldn't have provoked me. Shouldn't have strutted around in your tight fitting pants and cinching coat. You wanted me to fuck you senseless, didn't you? All those years of being the strongest is exhausting, is it not?"
"No! Please, listen—"
"But now you won't have to worry your pretty head about that," Lucifer bit his lip and smiled. "Because you're mine."
Alastor bleated once more, smacking Lucifer's hands in these cutely weak punches; so weak that Lucifer was able to easily ignore them as he focused on cumming.
The demon form of Lucifer had been edging to come out this entire time, but as he got closer to climaxing, bits and pieces of it popped out until he transformed entirely. From those giant horns which sprouted from his forehead to the elongated tail to the three pairs of wings flapping up a storm—Lucifer growled, his eyes burning red while he fucked Alastor at a pace which rendered the other unconscious for a couple of moments.
When Alastor came to, he found himself and his radio noises screeching. The wrongness of it all. The feeling of Lucifer's already gigantic cock swelling—swelling, swelling, and swelling—until he spurted his entire load right into Alastor's swollen pussy and weeping womb.
Lucifer, still in his demon form, smirked from ear-to-ear, sticking out his tongue and gulping at the way his cum couldn't be stuffed all the way into the tiny entrance of the twitching pussy in front of him. Everything about the sinner was small. Lucifer may have been shorter but Alastor was this fragile being, a real and true deer—a doe. Too pretty for his own good, too breakable-looking.
It made Lucifer want to just shatter his sense of self.
He'd already sort of done that.
Alastor's eyes were concerningly puffed from how much he'd cried. He was suffering, whimpering, in pain. His pussy was leaking both cum and blood and he was undoubtedly feeling the massive load mix up in his womb.
Even in this state though, he tried to flinch away from Lucifer's grasp; who promptly slapped his pussy in return.
"As the father to your children, the man of this house, and your husband. You don't get to move away from me. You don't get to say no to me. And you will dutifully perform your duties as what's mine."
Each rule was like a puncture into Alastor's sense of self. All the deer could do was cry as the young of the man who'd violently taken his innocence festered inside.
Alastor woke up with a startled start, nearly hopping up to his feet which would have been disastrous as Edith had fallen asleep in his arms only moments prior. Slowly rising from the rocking chair, he went to go put her back in the crib before facing Lucifer.
The King greeted his wife with a hug and a kiss on the neck, "How's my darling doing? How're the little ones?"
"They're... great," Alastor replied weakly, unable to fight as his husband's innocent touch wandered to uncharted territories the more the moved down. "Charlie took the twins out to LuLu land. They all returned at eight at night and are asleep together. Nathanial and Adelaide went to bed early. And Edith was cranky so I had to rock her to slumber."
"Mmm, you're so doting, wife." Lucifer whispered as he pressed kisses into Alastor's nape.
Alastor took it. Just like how he took everything.
If Lucifer wanted sex, then Alastor provided; no matter if he spent the whole day on his feet, taking care of their five children, all of whom were still young. None surpassing the age of twelve. Alastor would bend over a surface, spread his legs, get on his knees, or await specific instructions. He'd also grown accustomed to being in feminine attire. Lucifer couldn't get turned on if the mother of his children was dressed in slacks and waistcoats. No, that was reserved for men. Not childbearing mothers.
Lucifer planned out all of Alastor's clothes. Only dresses and skirts on the exterior; only lingerie on the interior. Lace, bows, ribbon, sheer fabrics, silk. cotton—pretty panties and sometimes a matching bra if Lucifer wanted the full "woman" effect.
The Radio Demon was no more. Stripped of all autonomy, he was Lucifer's wife and breeding stock now.
The kisses on Alastor's nape grew harder, and he was soon pressing the deer dressed in a blush pink off the shoulder, knee length dress against the vanity. Alastor whimpered, holding onto the edge as Lucifer rubbed his hard on against his bony ass.
"Sweetheart?" Lucifer called out as he licked a stripe up Alastor's ear.
"Y... Yes, dear?"
"I want another child."
Alastor sharply turned, tears filled in those magnificent scarlet eyes. The emotion he showed his husband most was fear; it'd always been that way since the initial day.
But this one was a lot more intense than all the other times Lucifer had been too rough, mean, or violent with his fragile wife. Alastor was vehemently shaking his head while crying.
"... Can't. My womb, my pussy. They've already gone through so much. T... The doctor said I can't. And you're always so... so crude with me that I feel as though I'll be torn apart."
"The doctor doesn't know what he's talking about."
"I already gave birth to five, Lucifer. I can't handle another child—"
Lucifer slapped him across the face.
Weak, so weak, Alastor fell to his knees and remained there.
"What am I?" Lucifer asked coldly.
"My husband."
"What are your duties as my wife?"
"To serve you without question."
"So when I tell you we're having another child, you say?"
Alastor sniffled.
Lucifer grabbed him by the hair and slammed the doe's head against the vanity's drawers.
"Wife. What do you say?"
"Yes... yes, sire, I'll happily offer my womb and pussy up to you so we can have another child."