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There was much fallout from Vox’s ill-attempted takeover of Heaven, but the one thing Alastor cared about the most was the wider knowledge of how impotent Lucifer truly was in his own realm. Irritatingly, it did not seem to damage the King’s ego very much. Either he was even more empty-headed than Alastor had originally assumed, or he knew something about his limits Alastor did not.
“You’d think, sire, you would exhibit more caution,” Alastor remarked.
He’d commandeered Husk’s bar for a nightcap, and Lucifer had casually hopped up onto the stool next to him with a heavy sigh. He had a literal “kick me” sign on his back, likely placed there by an emboldened sinner. It was pathetic.
“Caution?” Lucifer blinked slowly at him. “How do you mean, bellhop?”
Alastor took a slow sip of rye, the smoke and burn a welcome warmth. “I mean, sire, that since you are incapable of punishing us measly sinners, you would be a little more careful wandering around unprotected.” He leered at the Devil.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Okay, first, drop the act. Second, I can’t harm sinners. I can still punish them,” he said.
Alastor raised his eyebrows. “And there is a difference?”
Lucifer barked a sudden laugh. It echoed in the empty lobby. “Uh, yeah. You can definitely make someone feel like they are suffering without technically harming them.” Lucifer smirked, and he flicked his eyes over Alastor’s body in a move so quick that the demon half thought he’d imagined it. Lucifer rested his chin in his hand, propped on the bar. “Ask me how I know, Bambi.”
Alastor scoffed. “What could you possibly do to them?”
Lucifer slowly raised his eyebrows and dragged his eyes over Alastor one more time. “You wanna find out?” He snapped his fingers, and a portal opened, leading to Lucifer’s room. Alastor’s smile hitched higher on his face.
“After you, sire.”
“Alright, Bambi, quick ground rules. I’m not gonna gag you, so you can use the color system. Red for stop, yellow for break or pause, and green for good to go,” Lucifer said, stripping off his coat and tossing it over an obliging chair. Alastor raised an eyebrow and shrugged off his own coat to set it aside as well.
“Confident, are we?” He ignored the prickle of anticipation when Lucifer smirked and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“More than you could possibly know. Now. You ready?” the Devil asked. Alastor braced himself, core wound tight and getting ready to move, before Lucifer snapped his fingers again.
A single blink, and Alastor was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling, angelic rope looped around them, pulling him upright. His static spiked sharply when he realized he’d also been stripped of his clothing and underthings, his whole body bared to Lucifer. Instinctively, he tried to lift his legs to cover himself, a startled bleat tore free from his throat. His wrists jerked in the bindings, and Alastor felt as though he was going to lose his balance.
“Warn me, you brute,” he snarled at a smirking Lucifer, who was staring, thick eyebrows tilting up. Alastor raised his chin and planted both hooves more firmly on the floor, baring himself to the angel.
“I thought your scent was different. Doesn’t make a difference to me, Bambi. Actually, this probably works better for what I have in mind,” Lucifer said with a shrug, gesturing to the lack of a cock between Alastor’s legs.
Alastor narrowed his eyes. “My scent?”
Lucifer flicked his snake-like tongue pointedly. “I thought maybe it was whichever magic you’ve been meddling with. Still might be.” Lucifer shrugged and walked forward until he was within arm’s length of Alastor, expression composed and focused. Despite himself, Alastor was intrigued by what the King of Hell had in mind as a punishment. He braced himself again, but Lucifer merely laid his hand on Alastor’s ribs, his thumb tracing the curve of the bones.
“Under all that spice, you’re pretty soft, huh?” he asked. Alastor stiffened and snapped his jaws at him, but Lucifer just laughed. “Careful. I’m pretty sure I have a gag strong enough to stand up to even your teeth.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Alastor sneered. He jerked as Lucifer’s other hand came up to cup the other side of his ribcage, before running his hands up Alastor’s torso. His chest was lightly furred but bisected by multiple scars, giving it a patchy look. It wasn’t pretty. Lucifer traced the most recent scar with his claw, and Alastor shuddered. The raised flesh was tight and sensitive. He shifted, wishing to pull away as his heart started to race. Lucifer felt the movement and tsked.
“None of that now. Here, I’ll help you stay still.” He snapped his fingers, and Alastor felt a presence behind him. He looked down and saw an identical pair of hands to Lucifer’s wrapped around his waist and pulling him back. He was backed into a firm chest, a hot breath puff over his shoulders.
Alastor shivered as Lucifer, the one in front of him, continued tracing the raised scar tissue on his chest. Lucifer moved with a deliberate slowness, carefully mapping all of the intersecting scars. Alastor shifted from side to side, the anticipation making his skin prickle. Lucifer’s clone was stroking the thin sensitive skin over his hip bones, tightening his grip whenever Alastor moved too much.
Alastor had undergone torture before (it was Hell after all) but he couldn’t remember any of it starting like this. Lucifer finally moved from Alastor’s tingling chest up to his shoulders. His claws sank in slightly, and Alastor jerked, a hot drop of blood rolled down from his collarbone. The sharp pain brought Alastor out of his daze, and flushed when he realized he could feel a curl of arousal starting between his hips. He tried to bring his thighs together, but Lucifer’s clone put an end to his movement, his smaller hoof blocking Alastor’s attempt.
“I think I told you none of that. You’re gonna stand here and take it like a good little doe, Bambi,” Lucifer commanded.
He moved his hands down again, running his palms over Alastor’s nipples. His whole body reacted, arching up onto his hooves, the crackle of static spiking in the air. He’d never considered his nipples to be very sensitive, but after Lucifer had spent so much time focusing on his chest and scars, it seemed like he’d brought more to the surface than Alastor had been prepared for.
“Oh yes? You like that, don’t you?” Lucifer asked, delighted.
Alastor looked down at him. He could feel a drop of sweat tracing down his neck and jumped when he felt Lucifer’s clone lap it up. Lucifer pushed his palms over Alastor’s chest again, the smooth skin rolled over his nipples, the skin tightening and making Alastor grit his teeth against the sensation. He let out a harsh breath, shuddering as Lucifer circled the sensitive skin, the buds tightening and becoming hard. Alastor looked down to see Lucifer rubbing smooth circles around the skin, teasing him with the touch.
“Lucifer,” Alastor groaned. “Enough. Touch me.” He tried to make it a command, but the breathy tone made it seem as though he was begging.
Lucifer ignored him, which stung even more than if he’d mocked Alastor outright. His claws went in delicate circles around the tight flesh. Alastor ground his teeth together in agitation. The arousal that had started as a simmer was rapidly coming to a boil. He shifted his weight and realized the heat had dripped into his cunt, wet enough now that it cooled in the air of the room. He jerked his eyes back to Lucifer, only to realize that the Devil was staring at him and very deliberately flicked out his snake-like tongue. Alastor’s whole chest and face grew hot as he blinked and looked away. Lucifer grabbed his chin and turned his head back to meet the Devil’s eyes.
“No. You keep your eyes on me.” He flicked his tongue out again, and there was a flash of red in his eyes. “You smell so good, Bambi. Been a bit since someone treated you to something slow and hot like this?”
Alastor swallowed. “You could say that,” he managed, static dipping and cresting.
Lucifer huffed a laugh. “I want you to keep your eyes on me. I’ll show you what a good time looks like.” Lucifer winked as he kept up his teasing, keeping his touch so light as to be nearly ticklish. Despite himself, Alastor was beginning to find it difficult to stop himself from twitching, always chasing the sensation that was pulled away a moment before it could become satisfying. He hissed through his teeth when Lucifer’s wickedly sharp claws finally traced over the tender peaks of his nipples. The sensation was like a shock, running from the tips of his ears to his hooves. Lucifer left his claw on the bud, not moving, just pressing delicately, the pressure both too much and not enough.
“Sensitive?” Lucifer teased, his smile mean.
Alastor shook his head to deny it, pride winning over desire, but was cut off as Lucifer delicately took the nipple between his claws and applied a slight squeeze. It swept through him like a wave, Alastor’s knees giving out with it. After so long without direct stimulation, his chest throbbed, and it echoed at the junction of his legs. Again, Alastor tried to squeeze his thighs together, but the clone was a step ahead and already held them apart, leaving Alastor to shift awkwardly.
Lucifer studied his reaction, eyes half lidded.
“Seems like you like that very much, Bambi,” Lucifer purred. He flicked his tongue out.
Alastor clenched his teeth together even as his static spiked in agreement. “So stubborn! You know you are only denying yourself in the long run,” Lucifer said, and brought his other hand up to cup the other side of Alastor’s chest. “You could just say you like it.” He laid his palm flat and pressed gently. With the heaving of his breath, Alastor got a taste of friction against his chest from Lucifer’s sin stained palm. It was like a brand, and he twisted into the feeling. But even as he moved, Lucifer took his hands away, and Alastor could not control the gasp of betrayal.
Lucifer once again ignored him and took to gently tracing his ribs, the bones flexing with his breathing. The skin was covered in a velvet pelt, but thin enough that Alastor could feel every gentle touch.
Caught on the horns of desire, Alastor could only watch as Lucifer and his clone carefully mapped his torso in such a thorough manner that his skin began to buzz with oversensitivity. They were both careful to avoid the most sensitive spots, leaving his neck and nipples alone.
As Alastor watched the clone’s hands move away from the hardened buds yet again, he finally blurted out a strangled, “Please!”
Lucifer and the clone both paused. “What was that?” Lucifer asked sweetly.
Alastor’s ears lay flat in submission and he closed his eyes. “Please, Lucifer. I need you to touch me.”
Lucifer grabbed his chin again. “Open your eyes and ask me properly for exactly what you want, and then we’ll see,” Lucifer instructed, and Alastor shuddered. He forced his eyes open to stare into Lucifer’s gold and red eyes.
“I- I- please, sire, I want you to touch my nipples,” he gritted out, a hot flush of humiliation joining his already overheated body.
Lucifer smiled up at him. “See? I knew you could ask like a good boy, Bambi.” He gently laid his hands over Alastor’s chest again. “Like that?” he asked, expression innocent even as Alastor pushed into the sensation, as much as he was able to without dislocating his shoulders. He growled in frustration.
“With your claws. Harder,” he ground out between his fangs.
Lucifer smirked and obligingly dragged his claws over Alastor’s nipples. The sensation, so solid and tinged with pain, was a sweet relief after the teasing. But it was gone all too soon and Alastor cried out. He could feel his defenses crumbling. He was not prepared for this sort of attack. He had felt confident in his ability to withstand pain, but this wasn’t pain. It was a relentless drive of pleasure.
Lucifer hushed him. “It’s alright. Just stay with me here and use your words.”
He leaned forward to wrap his lips around one of Alastor’s nipples and the shock of warmth and wetness made Alastor’s hips buck. It was so much all at once that he could feel his pulse all the way in his cunt. If he’d ever been this turned on, Alastor couldn’t remember it. Even the ache in his shoulders added to it.
The King pulled away after flicking it with his serpentine tongue. The touch made Alastor shudder, tail flicking up. He pulled at the ropes, trying to chase the sensation.
“More,” he breathlessly demanded.
“Patience, my deer.” Lucifer chided.
He stood on tiptoe, something that was typically laughable, but now it made Alastor’s heart seize. Lucifer pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his smile and then darted away.
Alastor froze in place, forgetting to worry about the next move the King was going to make before he was shocked by the feel of Lucifer’s mouth at his knee. He tilted his neck down and could only watch as one of his legs was picked up and draped over Lucifer’s shoulder, now precariously balanced on one hoof.
Lucifer grinned up at him from between his legs and Alastor shuddered.
He wanted to rebuild his walls, to steel himself for whatever Lucifer had planned next, but he was spread eagle, panting and desperate. No matter what was going through his head, his body knew what it wanted. And Lucifer seemed to know that, too.
“Hey. You’re in your head, Bambi.”
Alastor jerked, not realizing he’d gone still and distracted, even as Lucifer had begun to trace his knees with his claws. “What’s happening up there?”
Alastor shook his head, trying to pull himself back into the moment.
Lucifer peered up at him. “Do you need a break?”
Alastor shook his head again. “I’m fine. Just keep going,” he requested. He wanted to see what was on the other side of Lucifer’s plan.
Lucifer kept his hands on Alastor, stroking his leg. “Alright. But you know, if I think that you’re too far gone, I’ll stop this, okay?”
Alastor’s static spiked and his ears flattened back. “Fine,” he snapped and resolved to try to focus on what Lucifer was doing. He missed the way Lucifer rolled his eyes. The Devil continued to gently touch his legs, trailing from the tops of his hooves to the incredibly ticklish backs of his knees.
Behind him, the clone had a tight grip on Alastor’s hips. He jerked when he realized he could feel the heat from his erection. His tail brushed past it every time it moved. Little zips of arousal shot up his spine from the sensation. His tail had always been damned temperamental and sensitive. He should count himself as lucky that Lucifer hadn’t decided to play with that… yet.
Lucifer moved further up his body, closer to the tops of his thighs and his cunt. Alastor shifted and Lucifer caught the movement. He grinned and winked up at him.
“Eager?” he crooned.
Alastor stared at the blackened claws as they drew closer. His breathing picked up and he could feel the drumming of his pulse again. He actually hissed when Lucifer delicately traced the sensitive exterior of his cunt. His sharp claws left prickles of sensation bordering on pain. It felt amazing after not being touched for so long.
He pushed his hips toward Lucifer’s hand, but the Devil moved away. “Relax.” Easy for him to say.
The clone held Alastor’s hips steady, which was all well and good, but nothing was able to stop him from throwing his head back with a staticky gasp when Lucifer shoved his face right into the junction of Alastor’s legs and drew his tongue from the back of his cunt all the way to his clit.
He arched up, but Lucifer followed him, taking long, slow licks of his core without ever pushing into him. Alastor’s breath was stuck somewhere in his chest, almost like drowning. The air felt too thick. He whimpered and immediately flushed.
Lucifer was evidently not overplaying his hand in regard to his oral sex ability. He seemed to know exactly where to apply pressure with his tongue and hummed with appreciation.
“You taste amazing, Bambi. Like a rainstorm.” Lucifer flicked his tongue over Alastor’s clit. “You getting close?”
Alastor realized with a jolt that he was. He could feel the tightening at the bottom of his pelvis that made it clear his orgasm was imminent. He drummed his hoof on Lucifer’s back, trying to pull him closer.
His breathing was getting faster, matching the increased pace Lucifer was setting as he lapped frantically over his clit. Alastor cried out when the clone wrapped a hand around his tail, the sudden pull and pressure driving him right to the edge.
Alastor was going to cum, his peak was right there, but then Lucifer pulled away and the clone released his tail. Alastor thrust his hips forward, body going through the motions even as his orgasm receded. He arched up again and tried to tempt the Devil into putting his tongue back on him, but Lucifer sat back on his heels and smirked up at him.
“Pretty good for a first try! But we have time to practice,” he said and Alastor bleated, outraged and horrified by the implication.
Lucifer had the outright gall to laugh at him, sticking his tongue out. Alastor had the sudden realization that his suffering was actually amusing to the King, and something flared in his chest, like a candle being lit in a dark room. He turned away from the light, but it was still there as Lucifer stroked his hands over his legs, kissing his trembling body affectionately.
Alastor was still panting when Lucifer returned his mouth to his clit, this time gently sucking. He was still tender from nearly coming, and the pressure had him tossing his head, arms straining to try and pull away. But Lucifer and his clone held Alastor fast. His tail was gripped mercilessly, pushing him toward the King when Alastor would pull away.
This time, he could feel his peak coming much faster, with more intensity. He rocked into Lucifer’s face, moaning.
“I’m going to-”
Then Lucifer pulled away again, and the clone released his tail to instead grip his waist in a crushing hold that stopped Alastor’s desperate attempt to chase Lucifer’s mouth.
He could feel slick drip from his cunt onto the floor. It barely mattered to him; hell, if it enticed Lucifer to touch him again, then Alastor welcomed his body’s desperate display. He could even feel his clit twitch in the cold air.
Lucifer was studying him again, mouth glistening with slick. He waited until Alastor had gotten some composure back, no longer writhing before him, before touching him again.
He leaned forward and traced his tongue over one of Alastor’s larger scars that went along his waistline, the faint impressions of a chain still visible under the fur. His claws pressed in. It was good, but it was not enough and it was not what Alastor wanted after being denied twice.
“Sire, please,” he begged. “Spare us both this show and just fuck me already.”
Alastor felt sure that once Lucifer was in him, he’d have to let Alastor finish. But the Devil ignored him, still taking his sweet time to kiss and nip his way down Alastor's body back to the junction of his legs. He was still dripping slick, his thighs becoming coated in the stuff. Lucifer gathered some on his fingers and sucked it into his mouth with a whorish sound.
“You’re ripening,” he said. “Changing like an aged port. I bet I can bring out the best flavor yet.”
This time, Lucifer slipped a single finger into Alastor, bypassing his clit entirely. The sudden pressure from inside was shocking, but with how slicked up Alastor was, there was no stretch. He cried out when Lucifer curled his finger up and in. His hips rolled down and up, walls tightening. He shifted back and forth, trying to get Lucifer to move or pull out, or something. Anything. He didn’t realize he was shouting until the clone clapped a hand over his mouth, and Alastor could feel his own panting against his palm.
Lucifer pulled back and slipped two fingers into him, which felt much more substantial and dangerous. The pressure was building again, slower but more intense. Lucifer fucked his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. How was he still so calm and collected when Alastor was a sweating, swearing, trembling wreck? How did he know how to do this? Alastor thought he couldn’t hurt sinners and this was obviously a form of torture. Lucifer drew out again and thoughtfully licked his fingers. “Not bad. Could be better,” he said. “You taste like iron and salt.”
Alastor snarled, pulling on the ropes. His shoulders had gone right past burning and straight to go tingly instead. Lucifer smirked at him and without giving Alastor time to prepare, thrust three fingers back into his cunt. The stretch was now noticeable, and tightened around them immediately. But Lucifer's pace was hurried, he drew his fingers all the way out and then back in. He curled them into his pelvis with every inward drive. Alastor's race to orgasm was a dead sprint. He could feel his body tensing from ankle to chest, whole frame tightening, preparing to clamp down on Lucifer's awful, wonderful fingers and keep him there.
Just before the energy crested and peaked, Lucifer pulled away and left Alastor clenching down on nothing at all. For a dizzying moment, Alastor thought he might cum even so, cunt fluttering and hips bucking. But Lucifer pushed him back into his clone, who held his hips tight.
“Breathe,” Lucifer commanded and Alastor let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. All at once, his peak slipped away again. He shrieked in rage and frustration. He didn't even care that he could feel tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.
“Let me cum!” he shrieked, and Lucifer just shrugged his leg off his shoulder, stood up, and brushed off his suit. If it wasn’t for the clear line of his erection pinned against his leg, Alastor would think he didn’t care at all. “I bet your shoulders are tired, huh? Let’s move this party, okay?” Lucifer said and snapped his fingers.
Going from being bound upright to tied down made Alastor’s head spin. Smartly, the Devil did not give him an opportunity to get free of the ropes, but instead of being tied with his arms over his head, they were now lashed together under his back, fingertip to elbow, crossed one over the other. His legs were now securely tied to sturdy bedposts and even as Alastor kicked and pulled, he couldn’t free himself. The clone was also gone. He craned his head to see Lucifer stripping off his bow tie and vest and rolling up his sleeves. He also paused thoughtfully and kicked his boots off, revealing dainty goat hooves. Lucifer casually walked forward and took a close look at Alastor.
“How's it going? Comfy?” he asked, and Alastor could’ve ripped his head from his shoulders.
“I want you to make me cum,” he stated plainly. Then, “please.”
Lucifer smirked and patted him on the shoulder. “Nice try. You'll cum when I decide you get to cum.”
Alastor sank back on the bed, smile twitching. Even now, he felt his heartbeat down to his pulsing cunt. He flexed his pussy and slick trickled onto his tail where it was pinned underneath him. Lucifer got on the bed, between his legs, and started to stroke between his legs, the slick making the glide frictionless. He rubbed his thumb in tight circles around his clit, and it was divinely awful.
Alastor couldn’t tell if Lucifer touching him was better or not. He was so far gone into his own miasma of arousal that being left to stew without any stimulation sounded dreadful, but every time Lucifer started in on him again, Alastor could feel dread and desire building in his chest, hope warring with the cold certainty that the Devil was as good as his word. He wasn’t going to let Alastor cum until Lucifer decided he was at some invisible threshold.
But every missed peak merely increased the next climb, takingAlastor less and less time to get close to his orgasm. Soon, the gentlest of touches sent him hurtling to the edge. Lucifer was mindful of changing his stimulation as well. He’d fuck him carefully on his fingers before letting him rest and then use his mouth, sucking and licking his clit until Alastor was screaming, before backing off and gently massaging his tense legs. Lucifer even crawled up Alastor's body and, while straddling his waist, played with his overwrought nipples until Alastor was bucking helplessly. He wasn’t entirely sure he could cum from just his chest being played with, but Lucifer might be able to force the issue.
“Please! I can’t take th is any more!” Alastor was not entirely sure how many times his orgasm had been dangled in front of him at this point, only that he was physically exhausted. He’d lost control of his own body, shifting anxiously on the bed. His hooves flexed, and he could feel where his claws had gouged marks into his own arms. Lucifer pinned his hips to the bed while Alastor whipped his head back and forth. His static had been at a punishing volume for a while now. The lights flickered erratically. His poor overworked cunt was pulsing pathetically, and the wet spot on the bed was not just visible under his skinny hips but audibly squelched when he tried to buck Lucifer off.
“Lucifer, please! Make me cum,” he begged. Shame filled him, but the base desire had totally overridden his brain. Who cared if tears had soaked his face? It felt like he might earn his double death if he wasn’t allowed to cum at this very moment.
Lucifer grabbed his face and peered deep into Alastor’s eyes.
“Was that so hard, Bambi?” he asked. Alastor shook his head. He could feel where his ears dropped limply to the sides of his face. Every inch of his body had fallen into insidious submission, and he wasn’t sure if he should revel in it or revile it.
“Please. I need to cum,” he begged weakly. He shifted restlessly on the bed, he couldn’t stop moving. He needed Lucifer's touchThank you like air, maybe more. Gentle hands, tipped with the sharpest of claws, traced his face, his faltering smile.
“I’ll let you cum, just trust me, Bambi,” Lucifer whispered. He leaned back and edged his way down Alastor’s body, which felt like an over-tuned string, liable to break at any moment. Lucifer snapped his fingers. He was stripped naked now, and Alastor could feel the blunt head of his cock at his entrance. He rolled his hips, and the tip slipped in without any friction. Lucifer held him steady, even as Alastor struggled to get him in.
“Easy there.”
“Fuck you!” he snapped, voice breaking in desperation. Lucifer smiled. “Yeah, that’s the idea.” And without further ado he slid all the way in with a single smooth thrust. All of the air in Alastor’s lungs left him in a single punched out gasp. His body tightened, muscles clenched. He was on the edge again, he just needed Lucifer to move, please move, movemovemove. But Lucifer stayed buried inside him, pelvis tight to his behind, hands clenched tightly on his hips. Alastor rode out the edge, twisting to get Lucifer to give him more or to move or stroke his clit. The Devil was even more stubborn than he was, however and stilled above him. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Lucifer muttered. “I can feel you’re at the edge. You’re so close, huh, Bambi?”
Alastor could only moan and nod his head.
Lucifer pulled out of him despite the screech of static and Alastor’s blabbing. He pushed in again, so slow and carefully it was actual agony, like a knife being thrust into Alastor’s chest. Lucifer kept his pace gentle and tender when all Alastor wanted was to be taken to task. The heat and pressure from his cock consumed Alastor’s universe. His static had fallen quiet, but only because helpless, doe-like bleats were being forced from him with every thrust. He arched and tried to force Lucifer’s cock deeper, faster, but the Devil held his hips with gentle cruelty.
No matter the pace, he had been edged to the point of orgasm for hours now, and his body tightened once again, cunt squeezing like a fist around Lucifer’s cock.
“You want to cum?” he asked. “I can feel how close you are, squeezing me so tightly.”
Alastor nodded and hiccuped. “Please!” he yelped when Lucifer ground his pelvis into his hips.
“You think you can be good and cum when I tell you?” Lucifer asked, and Alastor nodded mindlessly. Lucifer smiled widely, sharp fangs glittering in the low light, and pulled out, then slammed back in, far harder and faster than he had before. Alastor’s vision went white, and he shrieked.
“Not yet,” Lucifer said, voice heavy with panting. He readjusted his grip. Alastor tried to gasp but all that came out were squeaks, pops, and bleats; the master of the radio reduced to nothing but noise. The master of the radio reduced to nothing but noise. His eyes rolled back, and he strained against his bindings. Lucifer was fucking him like he meant it. There was the heat of hellfire, and Alastor thought he could even hear the whoosh of wings in the air, but his focus was all internal. He was so close, every stroke an agony. He was wound so tight his teeth might crack in his mouth. Was the bed shaking, or was it just him? “Come on, Alastor. Stick with me. Gonna make you cum so good,” Lucifer’s voice was in his ear. His whole body seized, but he hung on by the most delicate of threads. He wanted to hear Lucifer say his name again. He tried to breathe evenly, fight it back for just a moment more, just a little more.
“Cum for me, Alastor,” Lucifer commanded with a throaty groan, and Alastor felt him spill inside before the words registered and his climax ended conscious thought. It wracked his whole body. It wrapped around him and held him tight, puppeting his body. His spine bowed off the bed, shoving as far onto Lucifer’s cock as he could go, and his cunt spasmed around him. Alastor could feel his clit twitching and pulsing madly, the shock going all the way to the base of his skull, colors and noise exploding in his mind. He couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter, who cared about breathing when the static had finally stopped and fallen silent? Every muscle ached, and as Alastor fell back into darkness, he could see the hellfire above him, glowing like a distant star.
Alastor went from the most intense orgasm of his life (or afterlife) to slowly waking in an unfamiliar bed, his shoulder gently stroked. He pried one eye open. His whole body felt wrung out. He should probably be worried. This was the most he had ever let his guard down in Hell.
“Hey, there you are,” Lucifer said. “Not surprised you went into subspace. You took that all like a champ,” he added, sounding embarrassingly sincere. Alastor tried to speak, but his vocal cords squeaked together. His ears flipped down, and he tried to roll away, but Lucifer merely tightened his grip.
“Hey, hey. Relax, Bambi. I think you may have blown a transistor. Let’s get you some water and just take a second.”
Alastor grunted but took the glass that Lucifer handed him. His shoulders twinged, and he nearly dropped it. Lucifer grabbed it and helped steady his hands around it. Alastor flushed. He brought the water to his mouth and drained it in one smooth movement. He wished it was whiskey, if only to get Lucifer to stop watching him with that silly, fond expression.
“So, what did you think?” Lucifer drawled. “Convinced I know how to punish sinners now?”
Alastor raised an eyebrow. He made a show of sniffing and rolling his eyes. He leaned in close and placed a claw under Lucifer’s jaw. His throat was still seized, but he had enough to whisper, “I think I could use one more demonstration, sire.”
- Fin