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“Alastor.”
Lucifer moans, his hand around his dick as he strokes it in a rhythmic manner. He’s laying on his back by the foot of Alastor’s bed, his legs spread over the edge. His head falls back against the mattress as he lets out another soft gasp, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he continues to tease himself with languid, strong strokes.
A low, almost annoyed growl emits from the headboard.
Lucifer’s eyes drift to Alastor, who’s sitting against the pillows. His hands are restrained behind him, a binding with engraved sigils on the fabric that’s tying his wrists together. He’s tethered around the gaps of the headboard, the old wood creaking slightly with every shuffle he makes.
Alastor’s expression doesn’t give anything away. He’s a master at masking himself.
But his ears- those fluffy, soft ears- twitch under Lucifer’s stare, a subtle show of his desperation for the king’s attention.
“Oh, Al!” Lucifer exaggerates with a grin, arching his back off the bed as he fucks up into his hand with a stream of moans leaving his lips.
Alastor’s grin strains as he watches Lucifer’s sensual, repeated movements.
“I’m glad you find this so… amusing, dear.” Alastor mutters under his breath, bits of irritated static sneaking through his voice at the use of the petname.
“The Radio Demon,” Lucifer purrs calmly as his body continues to writhe on the bed, hips bucking up into his fisted hand “tied up like an animal and forced to do nothing but watch.” he lets out a giggle, his enthusiasm deriving more from Alastor’s submission than the pleasure of jerking off.
Alastor’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Yes.” he says plainly. “Only because I so generously let you.” Alastor shifts against the headboard, the bindings digging further into his skin.
Lucifer lets out a stream of laughter as he shifts upright, a hand still pleasuring himself. “Let me? Oh wow, that’s rich,” he scoffs.
Lucifer shuffles over to the edge of the bed before he hops off, his hands falling by his sides. “I’ll have you know, I actually let you.” he corrects the sinner. He also makes a show of purposely bending over in a provocative manner as he rummages through a drawer that seemed to appear in Alastor’s room out of thin air- ducks spilling out and onto the ground, of course.
The squeaks of various yellow waterfowl piling into a heap on the floor does nothing to soothe Alastor’s growing annoyance as he’s forced to wait for Lucifer, his own dick half-hard and tenting in his pants. His eyes remain locked on Lucifer’s moving form.
Unable to resist asking, Alastor tilts his head, his red ears flopping to the side along with his hair. “What are you doing?” he questions, an undertone of jazz still present in his voice. Still keeping his composure.
A few random knickknacks get tossed out of the storage as Lucifer continues to dig through, his serpentine tongue peeking out between his lips as he searches for a specific item…
Alastor’s eyebrows knit together as clothes and such are strewn across his room. He shifts, attempting to get a better look at what it is the angel is doing. “Lucifer.” he calls out, frustrated with being dismissed.
“Heeere it is!” Lucifer sing-songs, taking great effort to tug at something before he yanks out a girthy dildo- often displayed in windows in Hell’s main streets; disgusting and abnormal actually.
“Asmodeus gave this to me a while ago!” Lucifer glees, a bounce in his step as he returns back to the bed and plops himself atop the mattress, both of his hands wrapped around the large toy.
“Asmodeus.” Alastor repeats, his eyes narrowed in a silent question. His dick stirs at the thought of that unholy object inside of Lucifer.
“Yep,” Lucifer coos. He places the dildo aside with a light pat on the tip of it before he clasps his hands together and creates a bottle of lubricant between his palms with a theatrical poof. “y’know! The seven deadly sins; Envy, Wrath, those guys.” Lucifer gestures vaguely, chatting whilst he squirts some lube onto his fingers. “I should introduce you sometime.” he pauses, nose scrunching, “Mammon’s kinda weird though. Actually, now that I think about it, he sorta reminds me of Adam.”
Alastor’s face contorts once more, his smile turning wry. “You didn’t think to tell me that you were receiving such… intimate toys as gifts?”
Lucifer turns to Alastor with an almost curious look, one that’s ironically naive considering how he’s also busy right now with sticking a finger up his ass to prepare himself.
Lucifer blinks, and then a grin spreads across his face. “Jealous?” he teases.
Alastor’s expression drops into one of pure displeasure at the accusation. His teeth grit together.
“...Oh. Should I not concern myself with someone sending my lover these… gifts.” he says the last word with a slight grimace, eyeing the toy with distaste.
“Did the word jealous have a different meaning in the 30’s?” Lucifer quips, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lucifer’s smirk grows wider at the sight of Alastor giving him a particularly disapproving glare.
The sinner sighs in exasperation, his hands squirming together. “It’s not jealousy. Moreso… bothersome.”
“Yeahhh.” Lucifer grins playfully, “Right. Keep telling yourself that, Al.”
Lucifer sticks his tongue out before he makes a point of not looking in Alastor’s direction anymore. He instead turns his focus on sliding another finger into himself as he leans back on the bed with a soft sigh.
His legs fold up against his chest when he reaches down to scissor himself, a low whine leaving him as his bottom lip catches between his sharp teeth to stifle a whimper. Lucifer squirts out more of the lube onto his fingers to smear against his ass, another digit sliding in as he starts to curl them inside his body, another moan leaving him.
Alastor’s gaze remains narrowed, his ears twitching at every lewd sound that comes out of Lucifer’s mouth as the angel continues to wriggle at the foot of the bed, his face pointedly away from Alastor.
“Oh, fuck, okay-” Lucifer keens, curling in on himself as he ruts down against his fingers. “I’m-I’m ready now, I can take you.” he whispers.
And Lucifer grabs the dildo.
The corner of Alastor’s grin twitches.
“You’re not seriously going to use that, are you?” Alastor scoffs, shifting once more against the bindings that keep him back. “You don’t know where it’s been.”
Lucifer doesn’t even bother glancing in his direction. He rolls onto his stomach, his fingers slipping out of his stretched hole with ease.
“Lucifer.” Alastor hisses, ignored. Lucifer reaches around to press the head of the toy into his ass with a shudder.
“Oh yeah, fuck,” Lucifer groans, teasing his fluttering hole with the tip of the dildo before moving to slot it in “oh-oh that’s big…”
“That,” Alastor grits his teeth, “is an inanimate object.” he reminds him.
The angel shifts into the dick, a whimper escaping him. His hand shakes as he keeps a firm grip on the flared base. Every inch he takes causes a lewd sound to reverberate through Alastor’s room, and the deer sinner’s frustration just seems to grow with every genuine moan that Lucifer lets escape.
Lucifer’s palm meets his ass when the entirety of the silicone sheathes inside of him. He takes a deep breath, his dick twitching excitedly against the bed. He finally glances over to look at Alastor.
Lucifer has to stifle a laugh at the shadow desperately trying to show itself behind Alastor’s frame. It isn’t quite so much as intimidating as it is cute, with how the sigils are weakening his abilities.
“Ah-hah,” Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head with mirth “y’know, you’re actually a lot less annoying when you just sit back and watch..” he teases, one of his hands moving to play with his own nipples whilst he smiles at Alastor, well aware of the dick straining in the sinner’s pants.
“And this-” Lucifer glances down with another low moan. He pulls the toy out until just the head of it rests in his ass, and then he pushes it back inside in one fell swoop with a dragged out whine. “Alastor, this dick is so good…”
Alastor looks somewhat offended at the idea that Lucifer expects him to exhibit any reaction to this… blatant exaggeration of pleasure. But even so, Alastor’s wrists rustle against the wood with every slight movement from his tensing body.
“Ah,” Lucifer sighs, “you- you know, maybe you should watch more,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting over to Alastor as he continues to fuck the toy into himself. A grin spreads across his flushed face “you could learn a thing or two.”
Alastor’s silence is somewhat offputting, but the underlying danger makes Lucifer all the more eager to rile him up.
“This can be a regular thing- mh.. except, since you’re so clearly not a fan of toys..” Lucifer’s tongue wets over his lips amidst his smile, his thumb and finger still pinching at his chest.
“Someone else could fuck me.”
Record scratch.
“What?” Alastor asks plainly, his voice lacking its usual charming finesse.
“You heard me,” Lucifer purrs, not once faltering in his crude movements “you can watch me take someone else’s dick.”
Alastor’s grin morphs into more of a strained grimace, his ears drooping.
Lucifer’s own smile grows, mischief gleaming in his red eyes as he arches his body more provocatively. “Maybe-maybe that guy who’s always stalking you..” he mumbles, his hand leaving his chest to wrap around his dick as he strokes himself in pace with the dildo re-entering his ass. “What uh, what was his name again? Socks? Box? Cock-”
“Vox.” Alastor answers almost instinctively before a flicker of regret crosses his features.
“Vox.” Lucifer repeats with a smile that should be reserved only for Alastor.
The angel nods almost in thought. “Yeah, I think he’d have a big dick.. Maybe you could watch him fuck me with it one day.” he murmurs, his moans breaking through as he thrusts more intently.
“Lucifer.” Alastor speaks.
Lucifer stretches himself around, another whine leaving him as he keeps the fast pace up, precum spreading over his cock with every fisted movement. “Or-hey, maybe even his friend can fuck me too.. That Valentines- Valentino person..”
“Lucifer.”
“Y’know, I really should’ve shot my shot with Adam when I had the chance. I think his dick would’ve been the biggest of all-”
The sound of wood splintering has Lucifer freezing up.
A sudden tenseness shoots through Lucifer’s body as his breathing hollows out, though not from the orgasm he was nearing.
His hands begin to tremble as every hair on his body stands on end with the pure spite radiating off of Alastor.
And then the haunting sound of an elk's scream pierces through the dimly-lit room along with the splintering of wood snapping clean off the bed post.
Something deep within Lucifer’s soul shrieks at him with the warning to run like prey. To escape a bloodthirsty predator hellbent on teaching him a lesson.
Lucifer barely catches sight of Alastor from the corner of his eye- the sinner’s antlers larger than usual, his eyes lacking the calm red Lucifer’s grown so accustomed to- Alastor is tearing away at the confinements around his wrists with erratic slices of his claws, even slicing his own skin in the process.
Lucifer cuts tail and runs.
He yanks the toy out of himself with a pained yelp, the object falling to the ground whilst he scrambles in a frantic panic to rise to his feet through a stumble off the bed and run.
His head doesn’t let him look back, his feet moving before his mind can fully register the impending danger and the potential consequences of pushing Alastor to his limit.
Another piercing sound breaks out; a cacophony of rage echoing through the forest Lucifer finds himself running through.
One that’s always connected to Alastor’s bedroom. An escapade of blue colors, with trees that seem to go on for miles. Lucifer sprints across the grass, his bare feet crushing down over wayward sticks and rocks as he runs with a burst of adrenaline.
Alastor’s screams bounce off every tree as the wails grow louder the closer he gets. Lucifer doesn’t look back- he can only assume the wendigo’s given chase already, the bushes and leaves beginning to rustle with the wind and the distant force of Alastor’s rage.
Lucifer stumbles over a fallen tree trunk with a yelp before he goes face-down on the ground, a wince leaving him. His hands splay against dirt as he struggles to get up, his body already tired from his earlier ministrations. His hands scrounge against the grass as he coughs, the air knocked out of him.
He rises to his feet, a fleeting moment of hope in his chest even whilst the screeching grew louder.
Lucifer starts to run again, the cold air of the imagined space only serving to further disorient him as he ducks under branches and through the groves.
He gasps through shaky breaths, and he risks a glance over his shoulder-
Lucifer’s shoved face-first into the dirt in one swift movement as he’s tackled onto the floor by an unimaginable weight, a force of something else entirely.
Even in the night of the dense forest, Lucifer can see the shadows from Alastor’s overgrown antlers looming over him. The sight alone was enough to send a shudder through his naked body.
Lucifer tries to wriggle, which only makes Alastor’s larger form press down more harshly on him, easily trapping him like an animal.
Alastor pants against Lucifer’s nape, his deep exhales sending out cold puffs of air right against Lucifer’s ear. The sensation sends shivers down the angel’s spine.
“Okay-woah, fuck- Al,” Lucifer whimpers in discomfort, shifting against the dirt as his cock aches from the rough tumble. His nails graze against the ground as he tries to pull himself free.
Alastor’s hand envelops both of Lucifer’s smaller ones in its entirety.
The sight has Lucifer’s breath catching as Alastor’s other clawed fingers wrap around his small waist- it’s practically petite in the wendigo’s hold.
A drop of something drips onto Lucifer’s nape. Wet.
It trails down his neck, and Lucifer begins to tremble beneath Alastor as his mind screams out more warning signs.
“...um, Alastor?” Lucifer whispers, and he cranes his neck to look over his shoulder.
Alastor’s pitch black gaze meets his, the sinner’s smile jagged and sharper than ever.
Drool dribbles out of his open mouth and down onto Lucifer.
Like an animal salivating over a feast.
Lucifer’s entire body coils with a deep-rooted fear as he stares up at Alastor-no, at a predator who’d been poked far too many times with a stick.
He doesn’t even hear the whimper his own body lets out before he’s trying desperately to crawl out from under Alastor’s contorted and lanky form again, fear radiating off of him.
A growl leaves the beast as both his hands grab Lucifer’s hips, claws digging into flesh when he yanks the angel against him with barely any effort on his part. Lucifer weighs nothing right now.
Lucifer’s body stiffens at the press of a cock against his ass.
Or rather, over his ass. The only thing he can compare it to is those freaky products advertised in Vee Tower sometimes.
The ones that look as if they only exhibit only pain instead of pleasure.
It feels as if the damn thing’s got bumps and ridges.
Part of Lucifer regrets ignoring Alastor earlier, because he lets out another pitiful sound as he tries to move under Alastor’s strength. “Alastor- wait, hold on, I don’t think we thought this through, I-”
Lucifer is silenced by a black tendril shoving its way inside of his open mouth.
He gags on the tentacle at first, his eyes watering with the intrusion as it slides down into his throat, effectively quieting him.
Alastor’s monstrous cock probes at Lucifer’s hole. And sure, it’s stretched and there’s still lube there, but it’s certainly not prepped enough for that, and with the state of mind Alastor’s in right now, it’s-
Lucifer chokes around the shadowed tendril when Alastor forces the entirety of his dick inside of his body with one thrust.
Tears stream down Lucifer’s face as he feels Alastor bury himself balls-deep, a low groan leaving the sinner as his body remains curled over Lucifer’s tiny form. He doesn’t give him any chance of escape.
Lucifer coughs as spit dribbles out from his mouth around the tentacle, his eyes fluttering. Alastor’s entire body feels as though it’s cloaking him.
The Overlord lets out a growl almost akin to warning before he starts to set a brutal pace into him.
Alastor doesn’t start slow. He already gets to fucking Lucifer like an animal in heat.
Lucifer can only whimper and cry around the tendril inside his mouth, his body barely able to shift with how firmly Alastor’s keeping him pinned down. It’s only Alastor’s hips that are moving; aggressive and blunt as he slams himself into the angel with a growing ferocity that borders on manic.
Alastor yanks Lucifer up by his ass, forcing the angel to present himself more as he continues to pound him into the dirt, Lucifer’s dick straining with both pain and the pleasure of being stuffed. His hands claw at the grass as he wails, unable to do anything except make stifled sounds as Alastor treats him like a disobedient mutt.
A shrieking sound leaves Alastor when he draws golden blood from Lucifer’s thighs, his red claws practically tearing into Lucifer’s skin as he forces out more of that pretty yellow. His movements become more frantic as he inhales the scent of Lucifer’s agony, of an angel’s defiling.
Alastor’s balls -even those feel different- slap against Lucifer’s raised ass with every cruel thrust, the sound echoing through the dense forest.
Lucifer’s entire body shudders when Alastor’s cum spurts inside of him.
And the deer just thrusts forward, forcing Lucifer’s body to fold in on itself as he makes sure his cum ends up as deep as it can get inside of Lucifer.
The tendril finally leaves Lucifer’s mouth, and he breaks out in a panting, coughing fit, his jaw aching with the rough treatment he’d endured.
“Al,” Lucifer’s voice comes out croaked and hoarse, his words barely audible over Alastor’s heavy breathing. He’s shaking as he tries to reach back to touch Alastor, to soothe the beast inside his lover.
Alastor’s mouth ends up right against Lucifer’s nape as he forces the angel to lay flat on the ground, effectively blocking off any chance of Lucifer comforting him. Alastor’s dick throbs as it starts to harden again. Inside of Lucifer.
Lucifer’s eyes widen. He squirms, trying to look down in between himself and the dirt- an obscene bulge forming in his stomach as Alastor’s dick grows larger inside of him with the cum still sloshing around.
“...what the fuck?” Lucifer squeaks, Alastor’s hands pressing more tightly into his thighs as he forces the angel’s legs to spread apart even more, his mouth panting against Lucifer’s skin.
Alastor’s teeth sink into the flesh of Lucifer’s nape.
A combined scream leaves the both of them- one of an elk’s, and one of a prey being torn apart beneath it.
Lucifer lets out a whimpered gasp as Alastor tears into his flesh, his prickly tongue licking over the fresh wound now gushing pretty angelic blood down Lucifer’s pale skin.
And fuck, Lucifer’s dick is leaking with the show of Alastor’s aggression.
Alastor fucks into Lucifer just like before, except now with the added bonus of a load of semen already being pushed around inside him.
The sounds of their coupling echoes through the dark forest as they both pant wildly in sync, Alastor’s growls growing more erratic as he sucks out Lucifer’s blood, the shadows around Lucifer enlarging in size with every gulp Alastor swallows down.
Lucifer can feel Alastor’s cock twitching inside of him as he’s scraped against the dirt with every aggressive thrust, his drool starting to form a small puddle in the grass he’s laying against. Alastor’s teeth dig in more firmly, scruffing Lucifer and making him as pliant as he can get, forcing his victim to submit under him.
Lucifer’s moans are more of an incomprehensible babble at this point, his vision blurring.
Their bodies judder in unison when they both hit their intense climax with loud shouts of pained pleasure.
Lucifer whimpers, his body trembling as Alastor forces a second load inside of him. His eyes struggle to look down as he tries to take a glimpse at his usually-flat stomach, only to be flipped onto his back as Alastor changes the position, his dick softening inside of Lucifer’s cum-filled hole.
“Oh…” Lucifer lets out a shaky gasp at the sight of his abdomen bulging with Alastor’s seed. While he has the urge to lift his hand and touch the small bump, he finds he has zero energy to do so.
He looks up and sees Alastor’s dark, sinister expression. It’s almost as if the sinner is still in that wraith-ridden mindset.
…
Lucifer squeaks, his eyes widening at the sight of his stomach enlarging again. Again.
“Alastor, holyshit- you can’t be serious-” he squeaks, his eyes darting between the bulge of Alastor’s hardening dick and the Overlord’s distant, almost soulless gaze.
Lucifer’s lips quiver. Alastor doesn’t exactly have a high libido, so much so that it’s hard enough to get one round out of him let alone two.
But three?
“I’m- I’m serious, Al!” Lucifer frets, “My body’s trying to regenerate already, it needs-”
Alastor’s tongue shoves inside of Lucifer’s mouth as it meets with the serpentine one of Lucifer’s. Alastor pants against Lucifer’s face, his mouth wide enough to tear the angel’s face clean off if he so desired. Lucifer’s worried he actually might.
And he ruts forward, his body starting to fuck into Lucifer’s abused hole all over again.
Lucifer’s hands lay limp by his sides as he endures Alastor’s persuasive mouth as well as his dick which seems intent on rearranging his guts. Hell, maybe Alastor already broke something inside of him- his body’s exhausted from the blood loss and the sheer intensity of it all.
And Alastor just keeps fucking into him, keeps mating him. Keeps taking out that pent-up rage on him.
Lucifer blinks as Alastor’s monstrous face becomes more difficult to see.
He can feel the spit trailing down his face, and the way Alastor’s claws start to carve a new space for themselves inside Lucifer’s hips. It almost feels like his lips are splitting with Alastor’s jagged fangs catching over them.
Lucifer’s mind slips from its confinements as he succumbs to darkness.
…
…
…
The force of Alastor’s third climax has Lucifer gasping awake, his eyes shooting open with a yellow glow as he returns to consciousness.
His mind is a spiral, his eyes blurry with unshed tears as his body aches with an agonising pain and an underlying feeling akin to lustful satisfaction.
Lucifer’s vision stays unfocused as he tries to make out Alastor’s wendigo-ridden face, the large monster still looming over him threateningly as he trembles inside of Lucifer. He forces Lucifer’s small body to digest another large load.
Alastor remains heaving on top of Lucifer for a moment more before he pulls out.
Lucifer lets out a gut-wrenching whimper as a stream of semen immediately begins to trail out from his ass and down onto the dirt beneath them.
He’s still barely registering anything, his body preoccupied with trying to fix what had been broken.
Alastor’s claws wrap around Lucifer’s waist, although this time they don’t pierce his bloodied skin.
Lucifer’s guided into a fetal position against Alastor’s chest, his body still trembling. Alastor’s massive form envelops his smaller one, the wendigo sinner’s arms and legs cradling around Lucifer as he keeps him enclosed against his chest.
Alastor breathes into Lucifer’s hair, his ears flattening atop his own head as he nuzzles into the angel’s body with a gentleness unbecoming of his appearance and very nature.
He holds Lucifer close to his unbeating heart.
Suddenly Lucifer doesn’t feel like a cornered animal anymore, despite being held by such a bloodthirsty creature.
If anything, he feels safe.