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It had been strange when Alastor told Charlie he would be gone for a week, both of them planning everything carefully and in complete secret, his daughter getting nervous every time she was in a room with Alastor.
Something was strange, very strange, and very suspicious. Who knew what the degenerate demon's plans were, it was best for Lucifer to investigate on his behalf.
On the second day that Alastor was supposedly going to be “away” carrying out some “errands,” Lucifer went out into the wide hallway on the top floor and turned not in the direction of his tower but in the direction of Alastor's tower, a tower that should supposedly be empty. .
Lucifer placed his hand on the lock, Alastor had put up some sigils that kept out uninvited guests, but the entire new hotel had been built by him and it wasn't difficult to get the door to open.
He had suspected that the demon hadn't actually left, his senses still sensing its presence lurking around the edges like a shadow, but the moans he heard were an unpleasant confirmation that ran down his spine with a sense of foreboding.
With measured and silent steps Lucifer headed to the area where the sounds came out within the swamp. As he approached he realized that the desperate moans were not sounds of pain and the pleas were not from a stranger but from Alastor's unfiltered voice.
Sin was on a bed in the middle of a clearing, his eyes closed and his hands clinging to the headboard while he moved his hips unsuccessfully in search of release.
Lucifer's mouth went dry as the delicious image was joined by the musky, spicy scent of a sinner in heat, not exactly a rarity for animal sinners.
He took a step forward and stepped on a twig. Alastor stopped his movements, completely tensed except for his ears that moved in all directions looking for the source of the sound. Finally Alastor's head turned at an unnatural angle allowing Lucifer to see the barely thin red ring in Alastor's hazy eyes.
“Did your mother never teach you how to play?” the sinner growled at him and Lucifer couldn't help but laugh in amusement and move closer to the sinner. It was very obvious that Alastor was not as sharp as always.
“What mother?” he pointed out his mistake and Alastor let out a bleat-like squeak of annoyance. None of the radio distortions from it. Probably best to not accidentally transmit. Although Lucifer wouldn't mind so much that all of Hell will hear what he was going to say, what Alastor was going to accept .
"Get.Out” he told him when Lucifero finally made it to the bed.
"Because? Don’t you want anyone to see you act like the needy bitch you are?” Alastor turned to face Lucifer and instead only showed him his torso covered with abundant fur that he began to shed as he approached his lower area.
“I already told you to leave,” he demanded, trying to cover himself with the sheets. Lucifer dug his claws in and pulled to prevent him from getting it. In his place Alastor tried to cover himself with his hand while he tried to maintain his composure and a blush of embarrassment covered his cheeks already red with excitement.
"Why don't you make me?" Lucifer began to crawl on the bed, half dizzy from the smell and his mouth almost salivating. "Why don't you summon your shadows and your tentacles?" Alastor stirred and walked away, Lucifer grabbed his paw. and he pulled him closer, his hands going up to his thighs to hold him back. “I think maybe you can't. Maybe you are helpless.”
Alastor growled and tried to break free from his grasp, Lucifer squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Annoyed at his own helplessness, Alastor lunged forward with the intention of hitting his head with his own. Lucifer twisted and turned fighting for dominance over the bellicose sinner. They both almost fell out of bed and Lucifer was sure that if he had a septum Alastor would have broken it, but in the end he had managed to push the sinner to his knees, with his face against the pillows and his hands trapped in Lucifer's iron grip.
"Let go!" Alastor demanded, squirming. Lucifer just chuckled.
“Who knew,” he murmured happily, leaning back until his clothed and painfully trapped cock rubbed against the sinner's bare bottom, making Alastor tense, “that I would have the Radio Demon all helpless beneath me.”
Lucifer used his free hand to caress Alastor's ass, squeezing the scant flesh before thrusting playfully.
“You look good on your knees” he told him, grabbing the base of a pretty deer tail with a heart -shaped tip that hid the skin underneath. Alastor tensed even more. “It suits you better than all that damned attitude of superiority. “You should remember more often what your place is.”
“Fuck you!” Alasfor shouted, trying to free himself again, but Lucifer pulled on the fluffy tail and the sound of fury turned into a shameful whimper.
“I think I'd rather fuck you.”
“Well, not me,” the deer complained petulantly and Lucifer tugged on his tail again, earning another charming sound. Deciding this was too uncomfortable he snapped his fingers and removed his clothes, freeing his dripping erection.
“Let's check it out, shall we?” His hand moved along Alasfor's butt until he reached his wet thighs, which he caressed teasingly before brushing against his wet folds. Alastor’s breathing tightened “wow, what is this? “Someone seems very excited.”
Lucifer thrust a finger and Alastor mewled, his hips bucking into Lucifer's hand, heavy breaths filling the room.
“What are you going to do to me?” Alastor asked breathlessly. Lucifer pulled him so that his torsos were pressed skin to skin, still moving his finger slowly and beginning to lightly bite to elicit shivers with his sharp teeth.
“Well, I want to fuck you,” he confessed, adding another finger, the warm hole taking him with pleasure, “but maybe I should stop,” he left his hand still and enjoyed Alastor's sound of dismay. “I could bring you to the brink of orgasm,” he pushed in a third finger and began rapidly pumping the sweat covering their bodies. Lucifer couldn't resist licking a drop that ran down Alastor's back and Sin arched into his touch. “I could fuck you stupid.”
Lucifer pushed Alastor back against the bed and pulled out his fingers. Alastor turned around in dismay. With his eyes fixed on the sinner who seemed still undecided he placed a hand on his hip and aligned himself, thrusting suddenly.
Alastor yelped at the sensation, his back arching and his eyes rolling. Lucifer grabbed a fistful of hair to force it to twist and bring his faces closer.
“Maybe I should make your dream come true,” he said against Alastor's lips, stealing the moans that came out when Lucifer began to move his hips in short, hard motions. “You said you wanted to be a dad. Have you ever wondered why sinners are jealous?” ?”
Alastor complained shaking his head.
“Lucifer… no…” Alastor asked, one of his hands clinging to Lucifer's shoulder, the long claws drawing blood, while the other tore at the wood.
Lucifer only teased, releasing Alastor after one last touch to his lips to taste him sweetly before beginning to really fuck him. He gripped his hips tightly and pulled out before slamming in, ramming into the sinner hard, grunting at the feeling of his warm hole squeezing him.
"No? Look how well you take me” Lucifer was breathless, the feeling in his belly tightening and tightening, preparing for a magnificent orgasm “Look how bad you want it” one of his hands went to where they were joined, grabbing a bit of Alastor's juices "You're practically dripping and moaning like a bitch in heat."
Alastor bit his arm trying to hide his moans, Lucifer would have none of that. He grabbed Alastor's hand, forcing it away from the cruel teeth that barely gave way until Lucifer growled Alastor's name and slowly guided their clasped hands to Alastor's belly.
"You feel it? Can you feel Me?" He asked Alastor breathlessly and Alastor moaned helplessly, squeezing his hole and thrusting his hips toward him.
“Lucifer” begged him, trying to turn around and search for his lips, thanks to his flexibility he succeeded.
“Can you imagine it?” Lucifer pressed his hand tighter against the skin over Alastor's womb, “full of my seed, carrying my child,” one of them moaned or perhaps it was both of them, “a little prince or princess.”
“Please, please,” Alastor begged, his voice almost breaking with passion.
"I would have you like this every day," Lucifer swore, kissing him shoulders, already on the verge of orgasm, he just had to hold on a little longer. "Warm my bed and take care of our children, that would be your only responsibility." Alastor moaned especially loudly when Lucifer returned. to pull his tail “Would you like that?”
“Yes…yes…please, Luci…”
Lucifer was lost at the nickname, the scene already half-forgotten long ago. He stepped out and turned Alastor to look at his love's face before reentering, one of Alastor's legs held over his shoulder.
Alastor, with a smile shaky from his moans, pulled him up and kissed him long and dirty before running out of breath and pulling away.
“Luci, I'm close” he told him.
Their movements were out of coordination, but Lucifer wanted to see Alastor come first.
"So, what are you waiting for. Cum for me, sinner” he told him in his demonic voice, his horns sticking out and his tail whipping behind him.
Alastor opened his eyes at the sight, his own form shifting in response, and then, with one last muffled moan, his back arched and he came.
The aftershocks of Alastor's orgasm squeezed Lucifer's cock pushing him in turn. Lucifer's sight turned white and sounds faded.
When he recovered he was still inside Alastor, long pianist's fingers stroking his sweaty hair.
Reluctantly he looked up and looked at his love who was smiling softly at him.
“Mmm…” was all he could manage, his limbs still heavy. Alastor's smile widened and he hugged him.
For the moment they didn't need words, they could stay in each other's arms enjoying the glow.