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White, Alastor had decided, wasn't a color meant for Hell.

It represented innocence and purity, not the filth, sin, and unspeakable acts that filled this place.

This place was a nauseating blend of death, violence, and unbridled lust.

White, meanwhile, stirred up thoughts of sweet, powdered beignets, expansive cotton fields and the spotless purity of baptismal gowns.

Thoughts of virginity.

No.

White had no place in the fiery realm that was hell.

So seeing  the King of hell  for the very first time, clad head-to-toe in white - from his stupid over- compensating hat to his flawless skin, pale as snow, ....

That somehow was infuriating.

The depictions of the devil Alastor had seen in artwork while he had been alive were starkly different from the being before him, the man acting like an imbecile. Instead of a feral beast surrounded by fire , instead of burnt skin and claws and hair of the darkest red,  the most feared being in hell was wrapped in pristine white, not a drop of blood or gore in sight.

Alastor wryly thought that he himself would appear to be more fitting for the title "King of Hell": 

His prominent red attire and the pair of antlers that could pass for horns, along with his sharp golden teeth bared in that ever-present grin conveyed an impression of power and intimidation.

Way more intimidating than the King's foolish expressions and demeanor as he greeted his daughter and scanned the Hotel's foyer with an air of mild annoyance, at least.

Alastor initially tried his best to maintain his charming and cunning persona, but soon found himself engaged in a fierce competition for Charlie's attention.

The more the King spoke, the more Alastor's insides threatened to twist in frustration.

With great effort, he managed to hold back the emergence of his tentacles, restraining himself from the urge to snap that fragile-looking neck

It was absolutely ridiculous.

The King of Hell was an absurd caricature,  a tiny, pale-skinned clown  with those  ridiculous pink dots adorning his cheeks making him look even more foolish. His fragile puppet-like body stood in stark contrast to the image of power he  should exude.

So after heaven's attack Alastor found it hard to believe that the King, who appeared so fragile, had taken down Adam with ease - especially while Alastor himself had failed to do  and now wore the result of the First man's  mark as a constant reminder of his own limitations - an injury with a high chance of never healing completely.

Alastor's facade of nonchalance masked the true extent of his suffering.

He attempted to maintain his composure and conceal the fact that his injury had weakened him significantly.

However, in the privacy of his own quarters, the pain would occasionally overpower him, causing him to collapse to his knees in agony while trying to muffle his screams.

But of course HE was the one discovering the truth.

It seemed that fate had conspired against Alastor, not only placing him to share the same floor with  Lucifer, but also making noone else but  the King witness  his moments of weakness.

How the runt of a devil managed to enter the deerdemon's room, which was supposed to be warded by the most effective protections, was beyond Alastor's comprehension.

But he suddenly just appeared out of nowhere, nonchalanty leaning against a wall.

"Oh heavens... Not you," Alastor muttered under his breath, his irritation evident, while coughing up blood of dark red mixed with a disturbing glint of gold.

"It's killing you," the King calmly spoke." This injury is consuming you from the inside, sinner."

Lucifer's eyes glowed with a mix of curiosity and concern as Alastor sarcastically retorted:

"Oh, how delightful, thank you for pointing that out, Your Majesty. Is that the reason for your visit - to watch me die? Well, I'm afraid you may have to wait a little while longer."

Suddenly, another wave of blinding pain washed over Alastor's body, causing him to hunch over and whine.

Humiliation flooded through him at the fact that he had shown such weakness in front of the king himself.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Lucifer closed the distance between them with a swift movement, his gaze penetrating and intense, as if he was trying to peer into Alastor's very soul, while pulling the deerdemon up and pinning him against the wall.

Alastor felt exposed, vulnerable, NAKED even though he was fully clothed.

A wave of panic and pain  flooded through him, and he cried out desperately.

"Stay away! Don't touch me!"

Ignoring Alastor's protests, Lucifer used a flick of magic to effortlessly tear open the sinner's shirt, revealing the infected wound that had been concealed underneath.

The foul, sweet stench of the infection immediately hit Alastor's nostrils, causing a wave of nausea to wash over him.

As Alastor attempted to escape Lucifer's grip, he discovered being powerless to move.

To his terror, he also found his lips sealed shut as the idea to bite down on the king's hand crossed his mind and so he just could watch the devil reaching towards the wound, unable to make a sound.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Alastor's resistance.

"Just let me help, you idiot," he spat. "Stop being so stubborn for once."

As Lucifer's hand made contact with Alastor's chest, a blinding white light enveloped both of them.

First, the pain intensified, surpassing any feeling of torment Alastor had ever experienced before, but intermingled with the hurtful sensation was a gentle warmth that slowly began to seep into his being.

Then, after a moment, it seemed like he was floating, enveloped in the soft, downy embrace of snow-white silk.

Everything around him was bathed in brilliant, almost too-bright light.

His injured body filled with an unexpected bliss, his senses overwhelmed in that moment.

Alastor's whole being tingled with newfound power as the pain gradually subsided, leaving room for an overwhelming surge of pleasure like he had never felt before.

With a shuddering breath he recognized he could open his mouth again, but no words came out.

Instead, his previous cries of agony made way for a deep, guttural moan of sheer bliss.

As the white light flowing inside of Alastor reached a crescendo and exploded, Lucifer quickly withdrew his hand, leaving the sinner gasping for breath.

In his still slightly weakened state, Alastor collapsed to the floor, his body trembling as the residual sensations continued to course through him.

Lucifer's voice carried a serious tone as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Alastor's trembling form on the floor.

"Just to clarify ," he began, "this act of healing was merely a repayment for your assistance to my daughter. Nothing else."

He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing with warning, his voice becoming an otherwordly growl.

"However, if you even think of using your powers against Charlie or those she is fond of, I myself will take your soul apart." 

Without another word, the king just vanished.

Alastor remained on all fours,  panting heavily, trying to compose himself.

The healing powers that Lucifer had unleashed upon him left him feeling better than he had in days - no, that what an underestimation : He felt better than ever before.

His thoughts swirled with the intoxicating sensations of what he just had experienced: being touched by the incredible power only the ruler of hell possessed.

And still it only had been but a mere glimpse of what Lucifer truly wielded within him - and Alastor had already been overwhelmed by it!

Oh, he just had to feel that power inside  him again!

He needed to POSSESS  it!

Alastor's mind started racing with plans and ideas, his thoughts dominated by a deep desire .

However, something else suddenly caught his attention:  the hard bulge straining against his trousers.

With a mixture of fascination and embarrassment, he recognized that he was experiencing an erection for the first time in years.

But as he looked down in disbelief, he also noticed a damp stain on his trousers - the result of the intense sensations that had overwhelmed him just moments before.

Sitting up he tried to process what had happened.

Despite his confusion and the whirlwind of emotions that now occupied his mind, one thought stood out clear and distinct: the King's actions had led to this moment...

...To the first orgasm this demonic body ever had experienced.

...To the first climax in all the decades he had been existing in this realm.

All because of that ridiculous King ...

It was both, ironic and bittersweet, given that it had been the very being who Alastor sought to outshine who had triggered this intense response in him.

How pathetic.

****

Alastor sat at the bar, nursing his fifth drink of the evening.

The last few weeks since Lucifer had moved into the hotel and Had decided to heal him had been nothing short of irritating.

He found himself caught in a constant battle between annoyance and arousal, with feelings of irritation and desire blending together in a confusing mix.

After taking another sip from his glass, Alastor  set it down with a thud and let out a frustrated sigh.

"How utterly tiresome!" he muttered to himself, his mind once again consumed by thoughts of the infuriating diminutive King and the strange effect he had on him.

Husk glanced up from the glass he was cleaning, raising an eyebrow at Alastor, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Boss," he began while turning his attention back to his task, skeptically eyeing a lingering water stain. "What's got you all twisted up tonight?"

Alastor let out a weary sigh and leaned against the bar, his usual charming facade faltering for a moment.

"It's  merely a trifle," he replied, waving a dismissive hand, downplaying the matter. "Just a few irritating factors weighing on my mind. Nothing to concern yourself with, my dear Husker..."

He then raised his glass in a mock toast.

"Just let me join you in your splendid way of dealing with sorrows tonight, my feline friend. A bit of alcohol never hurt anyone... well, except maybe my liver, and I can easily  get rid off that thing and regrow it ..." 

Alastor then downed the rest of his drink and set the empty glass on the bar with a clink. "A refill, if you please.

Husk raised an eyebrow.

"Boss, you hardly ever drink much. Something's definitely bothering you," he said, still poured the deerdemon another whiskey, then added: "But honestly, I don't think I wanna know what it is. Not my business, anyway."

Alastor let out a bitter chuckle and took a sip from his glass. 

"Indeed it isn't ... Well  ... I guess trying to decipher my own mind is like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded," he mumbled , speech slightly slurred, with a hint of self-deprecating humor.

Husk chuckled and started wiping down the bar.

"Good luck with that, Boss. You're gonna need it."

Alastor laid his head down on the counter's cool surface, exhaustion seeping into his bones. Despite his usual tolerance for alcohol in his earthly life, he found that his demonic body reacted differently. The alcohol had already started to affect him, making him feel slightly tipsy.

His strained trademark smile softening,  Alastor closed his eyes for a brief moment, when  he suddenly became aware of a presence behind him. 

A warm, pulsating sensation surrounded him, and the honeysweet scent of apples mixed with the spicy, pleasant fragrance of cinnamon filled the air.

Softly, a hand brushed against the nape of his neck, where his hair was shaved.

The touch was gentle but deliberate, and it shot through him like electricity.

Alastor's eyes snapped open.  

Who dared to invade his personal space?

Of course he already knew...

"Well, what do we have here?" Lucifer mused, looking down at Alastor with a sly grin. "Seems  I've stumbled upon a drunken buck."

He leaned closer, his eyes roaming over Alastor's form, his tone low and honeyed.

"I suppose I should carry you to your quarters, my sweet boy?"

The use of the endearment made the deerdemon's stomach flutter involuntarily.

Alastor cursed the reaction.

He snapped around, bristling with annoyance.

"I am not drunk," he protested, his voice sharp. "I'm merely tired, and I had hoped for a quiet evening. But as usual, you make yourself the center of attention the moment you show up, sire."

His irritation flared, mixing with the fatigue and  the alcohol in his system; his usual composure was slipping, replaced by a more impulsive, unfiltered version of himself.

Lucifer's gaze was as sweet as his words, his pale skin almost luminescent in the dim lighting of the bar.

"I am just here for a drink and for checking on my subjects, that's all," the king spoke, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "A good ruler should look after his underlings, after all."

Alastor's irritation only grew as - despite the arrogant display -  he still  was regarded fondly.

Trying to find the right response to counter the king's condescending words and sweet facade, he couldn't help but scoff at Lucifer's innocent act.

"Oh, please," he retorted, crossing his arms. "As if you're here just to check on my wellbeing. You just couldn't resist sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

The deerdemon then found himself momentarily distracted by Lucifer's almost doll-like features once again.

The white,  pale skin, glimmering like smooth marble in this lighting, made the ruler look even more otherworldly than usual.

Alastor caught himself staring for a bit too long.

It was infuriating - how could the embodiment of evil look so adorable?

Lucifer, grinning playfully, gazed up at Alastor with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Someone is staaariiiing!" he teased, his voice filled with amusement.

Alastor's eyes widened for a moment, taken aback by Lucifer's bold declaration.

He had been caught red-handed, and there was no denying it now.

"No, I-" he began, only to be interrupted by Husk's chuckle from across the bar while preparing  Lucifer's usual Appletini.

"Ah, you find something amusing, Husker?" Alastor asked in a calm voice, only to continue with a growl, concentrating all his frustration and anger on the bartender who dared to be amused by his misery.

"You know what would be truly amusing, my good man? Your screams playing on my next broadcast! They would make such a delightful addition to my show, don't you think? "

Husk instantly froze at the threat, his expression hardening.

He knew well the consequences of crossing Alastor, especially when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood.

For now, he wisely decided to remain silent, not wanting to add more fuel to the already tense atmosphere.

So he kept watching the two men in silence for some minutes and suddenly his eyes widened in realization, having a feeling he now knew the crux of the matter.

All of a sudden evrything made sense: Alastor's strange behavior, his excessive drinking, the complex dynamic with Lucifer....

The bartender couldn't help but realize the obvious: his boss definitely had a thing for the devil.

It was hard to deny the way Alastor's interactions  with Lucifer seemed to be charged with a unique mix of irritation and attraction, his actions and words giving away his underlying desires.

Husk couldn't help but wonder how long this strange dance between them already had been going on.

But one thing was certain:  this  was a recipe for disaster.

The tension and attraction between them could only lead to something explosive.

And he preferred not to be a front-row witness to the fallout.

So the feline demon spoke up, voice unsteady.

"Hm, if you don't need anything else, I'd actually  take the rest of the night off, Boss. Got some stuff to do."

Alastor waved a dismissive hand while not taking his eyes from Lucifer, his expression still tinged with annoyance.

"Fine, go," he replied, barely sparing Husk a glance. "I've had quite enough of you for one day, anyways."

Lucifer had watched the scene,  sipping his bright green drink and - after Husk had left his place behind the bar -  chimed in with a smirk.

"Oh, how unfortunate," he said, his voice dripping with irony. "Now we seem to be in need of a bartender."

With a snap of his fingers, the King vanished from his seat, only to reappear behind the counter in a puff of smoke.

Alastor couldn't help but roll his eyes at the display. "And I suppose you think you're qualified to fill in?" he asked sarcastically.

Lucifer smirked as he retorted, "Oh, big buck, I'm definitely qualified to fill you."

Alastor's eyebrow quirked in annoyance at Lucifer's boldness.

"Oh, really now?" he retorted. "You think you're qualified to fill me, do you?"

The devil nonchalanty leaned against the bar, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, I know I am," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "In more ways than one, Bambi."

Then he effortlessly poured two glasses of whiskey, sliding one to Alastor with an inviting gesture.

Alastor's eyes flickered between the drink and the king, annoyed about his constant use of silly nicknames once again.

He grabbed the glass, swirling the amber liquid inside.

"You seem quite adamant about getting me drunk," he remarked.

Lucifer responded with a smirk, his voice dripping with faux innocence.

"Oh, not at all," he replied, tilting his head slightly. "Just sharing a simple drink with the staff of the hotel. Nothing more. Don't get ahead of yourself, my sweet boy."

Alastor's expression hardened as he took a swig from his glass.

"I'm not your 'sweet boy', and no 'Bambi' either. I would advise you to stop calling me that, your shortness,"' he hissed, still raising his glass and locking  eyes with the devil as they both took a sip of their drinks.

Alastor then couldn't help but chuckle as Lucifer's cheeks suddenly lit up in a golden hue.

"What, not a fan of a little burn?" he mocked, his voice laced with amusement. "Come on, surely our great king  can handle a sip of strong liquor."

"This stuff tastes awful," Lucifer muttered, his expression contorted in disgust. "How do people even find this enjoyable?"

Alasor let out a scoff.

"You have the palate of a child," he quipped. "It's an acquired taste, you know."

Lucifer only rolled his eyes, trying to maintain an unaffected expression.

"I have sampled the finest wines, the most delicious creations of beverages across the centuries," he replied. "This... swill... is hardly to my taste."

Alastor's laughter was spiteful.

"Ha! I wasn't aware that the king was merely a spoiled brat!"

Lucifer chuckled at the insult, clearly unperturbed.

"And yet, here I am, reigning over Hell, while you are just a simple sinner ... But ... well, you're also quite the sight, aren't you?" he retorted, his gaze roaming over Alastor in a lazy gesture.

Alastor's cheeks flushed as the topic shifted, but he couldn't resist a witty retort.

"Oho, changing the subject, are we? A pity, my dear. One does expect a certain decorum from their drinking companions, and a lack of tolerance for liquor suggests a certain... fragility of character, wouldn't you say?" he quipped.

Lucifer's lips curled into a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"And what about you, big Buck? Are you blushing because I'm paying attention to you?" he purred, leaning closer with a teasing edge in his voice. "Or  are those cheeks of yours getting even rosier because  you're just a lightweight yourself, my sweet boy?"

In a deliberate move Lucifer then brought up a hand to cup Alastors flushed face and the deerdemon felt a jolt coursing through him as the king grazed his cheek; the touch igniting a strange sensation that sent tingles down his spine.

Before he fully realized what he was doing, he found himself drawn closer, his body moving of its own accord.

The fallen angel's skin seemed to emit a heavenly glow, creating an irresistible aura.

And in that moment, Alastor's inhibitions crumbled, as he leaned in, his eyes fixed on Lucifer's lips.

The latter let out a low chuckle as he raised his finger to halt the deerdemon's advance, his voice tinged with amusement.

"But Alastor, ... And what do you think you're doing? I'm not some drink for you to casually sip on."

Alastor's cheeks flared a fiery red as he jolted back, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

"I- I didn't mean to..."

Lucifer's sweet smile widened into a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting.

"Oh, sweetling" he purred, "I know I'm irresistible. I'm temptation itself, after all. It's only natural for you to want me."

Alastor's irritation flared as Lucifer's arrogance and the game they played pushed him past his limits.

He was growing increasingly flustered and agitated, and even worse -  he found himself already hard as a rock, which made his anger boil even more.

"Oh, you think this is a smart move, tempting me, Sire? I may be a sinner, but I am indeed  one of the strongest in this whole damn realm. I could have you groveling at my feet if I wanted!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

Lucifer just chuckled, his smirk growing cocky.

"Bold words for someone who can barely control his own desires, Bambi."

Alastor's patience was at its limit, and the final straw was when Lucifer playfully stuck out his forked tongue in a taunting manner.

Alastor snapped, his pent-up emotions exploding.

"Enough!" he exclaimed, his eyes narrow as he fixed his gaze on Lucifer. " You really think you are irresistable, don't you ?"

He quickly vanished  into the shadows and reappeared behind the bar, swiftly slamming Lucifer against the wall with a forceful motion. Glasses rattled on the nearby shelves, the sound echoing through the room.

He pinned the fallen angel there with a strength that belied his own slender form. The shiver that ran through Lucifer's small frame didn't go unnoticed.

It appeared that the devil had a secret liking for a more... forceful approach.

The sight of Lucifer's golden blood trickling from his lip where he had accidentally bitten down during the impact, sent a jolt of heat through Alastor's body.

He couldn't help but watch as the devil's forked tongue flicked out, collecting a glistening drop of the delightful liquid.

Alastor's arousal grew undeniably prominent at the sight , the pressure against the confines of his pants becoming even more noticeable, with his cock involuntarily twitching in response.

Lucifer pulled him closer, hooking his leg around the deerdemon's waist with a devilish grin.

Alastor felt the king's fingers trail up and down his chest, sending tantalizing shivers down his spine.

He tried his best to suppress a moan, but a small sound still escaped his lips, betraying his growing arousal as the fallen angel definitley was feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against his hip by now.

Oh, how the touch of Lucifer's hands on his body made Alastor  ache with desire ...

"And what if I do, Alastor? Hm? What If i consider myself cute and won't stop talking? There is nothing you can do about it ... Unless you can think of a way to shut me up ? Well?"

Alastor's control over his own body began to slip, he was esponding to Lucifer's seductive advances with a powerful intensity.

Black drool welled up at the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkening with raw, primal lust.

His antlers  started to crack as they grew slightly longer, a physical manifestation of his growing arousal.

He couldn't help but feel the animalistic side of him taking over, his thoughts consumed by a primal need.

But his resolve was firm.

No!

He couldn't let himself be reduced to just his body's desires!

He had always been in control, always maintained his composure and rationality somehow!

(Well, he had rarley been in situations like this, but still...)

The deerdemon took a deep breath, gathering the remnants of his remaining restraint, and let out a shaky chuckle as he pressed his forehead against Lucifer's, feeling the warmth of his skin.

His hand moved to the fallen angel's throat in a possessive gesture.

He had to stay in control, to maintain an air of confidence and dominance; especially when certain things obviously were going to happen.

He couldn't let anyone - especially not Lucifer - know about his ... inexperience.

So Alastor just continued to act, though lacking the knowledge what to expect.

"Actually, Sire, I can think of plenty of ways to silence you..."

With a powerful motion, Alastor flung Lucifer down, forcing the fallen angel to land on his knees in front of him.

"... We should start by putting that mouth of yours to good use , dont you think?"

With a swift move, he unzipped his pants, his eyes locking with Lucifer's gaze, trying to hide his nervousness.

The fallen angel didn't waste any time, leaning in and nuzzling against Alastor's bulge with a hunger that made warmth pool in the deerdemon's gut.

It really was going to happen ... Wasn't it?

Alastor's heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down at the devil on his knees.

"You... you little tease," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "You want this, don't you? Speak!"

Lucifer chuckled softly .

"Hm, maybe I do .... Now, show me what you've got , sinner."

Alastor growled again and adressed the king by his name, trying to maintain dominance.

"Lucifer ..... Look at you now... on your knees for me. Looking up to a sinner..."

But then Alastor's breath hitched. 

The king had started sucking at his length through the fabric of his underpants, this action alone already sending bolts of pleasure coursing through his body, hips involuntarily bucking up.

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle as Alastor reacted so strongly to his touch.

He had noticed the dampness of the deerdemon's underpants and now felt precum still soaking the fabric with evry brush of his tongue. 

The devil's grip tightened as he spoke with a smirk.

"Oh, I can see that you've got it bad for me, Bambi," he murmured, his voice low and alluring. "Leaking Like that already. I like it."

"Ah...Shut up," Alastor gasped, his voice strained with barely restrained frustration and lust.

Lucifer simply smirked in response, a playful challenge in his eyes.

"Make me," he replied, his voice a husky purr. "Do it. Just  like you promised, Bambi."

That was enough!

Alastor's body shook with need as he freed his aching member, his hands trembling when finally guiding it between Lucifer's smirking lips.

A needy moan escaped from deep within Alastor's chest as he looked down at the devil.

"Take it ... just like that, you ... you cocky little bastard," he growled, his voice thick with a mix of uncertainty and arousal, breath hitching.

The sight before him was both mesmerizing and overwhelming.

Lucifer effortlessly took him deep down his throath in one move, eyes still glimmering with slyness.

Alastor couldn't hold back a high pitched cry, the sensations coursing through him like a lightning bolt.

The cracking sound of glasses shattering nearby broke through the intensity of the moment, but Alastor was too far gone to care.

All he could focus on was  being enveloped by the devil's all consuming heat, cock buried in that warm sinful mouth.

His body tensed as the devil's forked tongue expertly swirled around his length, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him cry out again.

"Oh my ... Oh hell..." he gasped, a desperate edge to his voice. "Ah, fuck, ... Oh .. no...not yet..."

Alastor's body jerked uncontrollably, the sensation building to an almost unbearable level.

He fought to hold back the inevitable, not wanting to lose control.

At least not so fast.

"Ah!" he gasped again, " H-heavens, I can't..."

But as Lucifer swirled his tongue around the tip of his twitching length and slightly licked over the leaking slit, Alastor's body trembled as he lost the battle, his release flooding the devil's awaiting mouth, hips pushing forward, a ragged moan escaping the deerdemon's lips.

It was too much, too intense, and he could only hang onto the devil as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.

When Lucifer pulled back, looking up with a smirk, Alastor's eyes widened at the sight of a thin strand of cum connecting Lucifer's lips to the tip of his now softening member.

He felt drained, but the devil's next words sent a thrill through him.

"See" Lucifer purred, his voice low and seductive. "You were so pent up, weren't you, big buck? Now that I've released you from the tension, we can really go getting started, hm?"

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise as all of a sudden a portal appeared behind him, and before he was able to react, he was shoved through it, stumbling, landing in a soft, silky white space.

With astonishment he looked around, disoriented and puzzled by the sudden change of environment, taking  in the sight before him.

The entire area seemed to be a large, cozy nest-like room, covered in soft blankets, silky linen and pillows of pure white satin.

But it was Lucifer's presence that held his attention most of all.

His eyes roamed over the devil's form, his gaze drawn irresistibly to the pale, bare skin.

The sight of the fallen Angel, now completely naked, made Alastor's throat go dry, while his eyes kept roaming over his well-toned body, until they lingered between the king's legs.

There, a prominent erection was clearly visible, the bright golden tip mesmerizing  and the size...

Oh heavens...

Given the king's small frame, it was more than impressive, not to say obscenely huge.

It was only then the deerdemon slowly recognized his own nudity , clothes magically vanished, and  he also became aware of his length already  thickening again.

"Sire..." he managed to gasp, his voice strained. "What... what are you up to?"

Lucifer chuckled at Alastor's reaction, his voice tinged with amusement.

"What does it look like, my sweet boy? I've taken you to my little hideaway for some fun," he smirked.

Alastor's protest was immediate, trying to hide his anxiety.

"You can't simply take me somewhere without a proper invitation, and... and stealing away my clothes ... That's a  rather distasteful thing to do." he huffed, his tone tinged with irritation.

Lucifer couldn't help but snort, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, are you suddenly a prude?" he teased. "Funny, I could swear I still can taste your essence on my tongue. Mh, talking about that ... I also have to admit, I was a bit surprised you didn't last longer..." 

The devil took a step closer.

"I knew you had been holding it in for a while," he mocked. "But coming so damn quickly, without me even getting started properly? Has it really been that long since you've been with someone?"

A blush crept into Alastor's cheeks once again.

He huffed, trying to hide his sudden embarrassment.

"That's beside the point," he tried to brush off the comment. "One simply  must take what is offered, so I simply took the opportunity to shut you up."

Lucifer's smirk widened as he pushed on, his voice teasing.

"Oh," he purred, "Is it my turn to take what I want then? Hm?"

Alastor hesitated for a moment.

"What... what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, swallowing hard.

As Lucifer pushed him into the plush pillows, Alastor's breath hitched, the proximity sending a shiver through his body as he felt heat pooling  in his gut once again. From being this close, he could see the glistening droplets on the slightly golden tip of the devil's cock.

His mind raced with questions.

Was it finally about to happen now?

Would Lucifer... know?

Would he sense the truth?

As his thoughts run wild, Alastor's heart pounded in his chest, his secret weighing on him like a heavy cloak.

"You know exactly what i mean. Tsk, Alastor ... Always such a big talker," Lucifer hummed, furrowing his brows. "But now you shiver like a timid fawn."

Alastor's heart raced as he snapped:

"Ha, it just seems the temperature in this room has decided to take a rather chilling turn, wouldn't you agree? So it's no wonder I am shaking without my clothes ... which you just robbed me of."

Lucifer dismissed Alastor's comment with a nonchalant attitude, his laughter cutting through the tension.

He leaned in closer, voice soft and almost teasing.

"You're not feeling the slightest bit nervous of what we're about to do, right?" he asked.

Alastor's breath caught in his throath, feeling exposed under the devil's gaze.

Should he tell him about ...?

But then Lucifer's lips already gently grazed over his jawline, leaving a trail of soft, electrifying tingles in their wake and the only word leaving his mouth was a silent  "oh".

"I know you want it," the devil murmured, his words carrying certainty. "I've known it for quite some time. And tonight, ...  I would be very pleased to not spend this night alone. But If you want me to stop..."

The deerdemon swallowed hard.

"I... I don't...," he stammered, voice choked with uncertainty. "I don't want to... stop."

"You're just being shy, hm?" Lucifer teased, his words a low purr against Alastor's ear, the words carrying a hint of teasing.

"Just a tiny touch of shyness, Bambi, isn't it? How cute ...." the devil murmured, eyes locked on the deerdemon's flushed cheeks. "Are you worried you might not last long? Afraid you'll finish too quickly again?"

"I... I..." Alastor  managed to stammer, his voice catching in his throat. "I haven't... I've never-"

His cheeks now literally glowed, his embarrassment palpable as the truth of his inexperience was finally about to be laid bare.

But Lucifer actually seemed to already understand, his expression softening.

"Oh, oh, sweetling," he reassured, his tone gentler now.
"I won't do that to you. I won't take you like that. Not yet, at least. We will start with something you are familiar with..."

Alastor's eyes widened as Lucifer's next actions exposed a sight before him he hadn't expected:

Lifting his scrotum the fallen angel revealed  soft folds covering an inviting entrance, already glistening with wetness.

His heart pounded as he stared at the intimate display, the reality of the situation slowly dawning on him.

So ... Lucifer assumed he was more familiar with this kind of anatomy, offering a false sense of comfort, but the try of reassurance didn't make his heart pound less.

Not at all.

The realization that the king had misinterpreted the situation only added to the intensity of the moment.

Alastor's lips parted, ready to correct the misunderstanding, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

But Lucifer's next words, soothing yet filled with reassurance, wrapped around Alastor like a comforting embrace.

"It's alright, Alastor. Really,"  he cooed. "We have the whole night. It's all right if you're feeling overwhelmed. Just let go..."

And then Lucifer lowered himself, enveloping the deerdemon's throbbing length in velvety warmth.

Alastor couldn't quite process what was happening, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him in that moment, his breath catching in his throat.

It was beyond anything he could have envisioned, surpassing even the wildest dreams he had harbored deep within his mind.

He had never thought that Lucifer, of all people, would be capable of being so gentle and tender. Yet here he was, his touch soft and reverent.

There was a raw, vulnerable intimacy in the act that left him breathless, creating a surreal moment.

But beneath the gentleness and care, Alastor was acutely aware of the animalistic lust that lay dormant within them both, patiently waiting to resurface.

Both men knew that the calmness of this tender moment was but a fleeting instant before the storm of desire and passion would consume them.

Their eyes locked in a heady mixture of vulnerability and desire, the moment charged with a growing intensity, and to his embarrassment, a whimper escaped Alastor's lips, the sound breaking the silence.

But it only seemed to stir something within Lucifer, and with a sharp intake of breath, the fallen angel began to  roll his hips, his body moving in slow, deliberate motions.

The deerdemon, still nervous yet eager, tried to match his movements in an uncertain rhythm.

"Oh... oh... heavens..." Alastor breathed in awe.

The sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

The feeling of being enveloped in warmth and softness, combined with the tender touch of Lucifer's hands, ...

It felt like floating on puffy, white clouds.

As the devil's lips finally found his own - a faint taste of himself lingering on Lucifer's tongue - Alastor couldn't hold back a needy moan any more, his movements getting more frantic, hips stuttering.

"Mmmh... Close again, Bambi?" Lucifer asked, his own breathing slightly ragged, tone filled with a hint of playfulness. "It's been a while for me too. Hold on for a moment... touch me... I want us to reach the peek together..."

Alastor didn't need to be told twice.

His hands found the heated skin of the devil's body, tracing tender paths across his flesh.

Lucifer immediately took charge, guiding Alastor's fingers to the sensitive spot where he desired the  stimulation most.

As Alastor began to rub his thumb over the erected clit, applying light pressure, the fallen angel's soft cries filled the room, each one more beautiful  than the last.

Alastor had never heard anything more captivating in his entire existence, not even the screams of his victims had left him feeling so intoxikated.

His heart raced as he worked his fingers diligently, the sounds of Lucifer's pleasure adding fuel to the fire burning in his groin and his voice trembled with urgency as he cried out:  "Oh ... Oh dear..." 

His voice broke as he was teetering on the edge once again, unable to hold back his mounting release.

"Ngh ...oh darn ... I'm coming..." he gasped, his voice thick with emotion, and as the waves of another climax made his hips jerk and his back arch, he spilled his load inside the fallen angel's body, immediatly feeling an inexplicable pang of remorse.

Was this a sense of guilt for not giving Lucifer the release he seeked?

Did Alastor  suddenly care for a man he had  found insufferable only moments ago?

The mix of sensations and thoughts swirling within him left him bewildered.

As the waves of his orgasm subsided, he lay there, catching his breath, his thoughts still swirling in confusion.

Lucifer, still sitting atop, was looking down on him, expression unreadable as their bodies remained intertwined.

He didn't move, just locked eyes with the panting deerdemon.

The silence between them hung heavy in the air, and Alastor felt his own release trickle out of the fallen angel's body, pooling where they were connected.

The wet, sticky feeling made him immediately roll to the side to swiftly cover himself with a blanket, pushing Lucifer off him with the sudden movement.

The abrupt motion took Lucifer off guard, and the fallen angel found himself landing unceremoniously on his rear with a hiss of annoyance.

The king's words carried irritation as he protested: "Hey, what's your problem? That was rude, asshole!"

Alastor remained silent, his eyes fixed on the distance, the blanket a barrier between them. The weight of shame and  unspoken emotions loomed heavily inside him.

Lucifer's voice cut through the air, his words sharp.

"Alastor. What the hell, man?" He shook his head, clearly annoyed. "I know you have your moments of being a bratty bastard, but that was just disrespectful. You're acting like you've never had sex before. It's not that big of a deal you already  came again."

Alastor's body tensed further under the blanket, his jaw clenched, the weight of his own inexperience like a ton of bricks.

"For heaven's sake, we could have just taken a pause and then gone for another round," Lucifer  grumbled. "Unless you're telling me you're not interested in exploring more with this stupid demeanor." He paused. " Oooh... I bet you are usually into more kinky stuff, huh?"

At These words, Alastor casted a glance over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Lucifer's.

There was confusion in his expression.

He remained silent for a moment, as if grappling with his thoughts.

"I am afraid I can't follow, Sire..." he then mumbled.

Lucifer's gaze fixed on Alastor, his tone curious and a little challenging.

"Hmm... let's see," he continued, "I mean .... What are you into? What turns you on? Do you enjoy power play, maybe bondage? Or do you better get off on edging, gagging, ... what is it you enjoyed doing with your previous partners? Honestly, I am curious!"

Frozen in place Alastor listened to the list of  unfamiliar terms and actions, but even as the meaning of Lucifer's words slowly dawned on him, it didn't change that he hadn't been interested in exploring these ideas before. 

Not since he had manifested in this demonic body after being torn apart at the day of his death, neither back when he still was a human, living his life on earth.

"I... I've never really considered... any of that," Alastor muttered quietly under his breath. "I ... I never have ... I didn't..."

His voice trailed off once again, uncertain and embarrassed.

Lucifer's sly grin faltered as the realization finally hit him.

Pointing an accusing finger at the deerdemon in disbelief, his voice cracked in shock.

"What?!  You... you...."

Lucifer stumbled over his words.

"You're a...." he tried to finish, struggling to comprehend. "You've never...?"

Alastor shifted uncomfortable, his cheeks starting to burn with humiliation.

He averted the devil's gaze, unable to maintain eye contact, as he muttered:

"Indeed."

There was no need to further elaborate; the confirmation was obvious from the deerdemon's downcast expression and the way he fidgeted nervously with the edge of the blanket.

Alastor had never in his whole life and afterlife been intimate with anyone before. 

Lucifer's words now stumbled out, his surprise still thick in his tone.

"So...that blow job and what we just did... that was your...?"

Alastor shuddered, his cheeks burning with a deep flush.

He gave a tiny nod, still unable to meet Lucifer's gaze.

"Yes," he murmured quietly, his embarrassment palpable. "A novel experience, indeed... All of it. "

Lucifer's disbelief intensified. 

"Are you telling me you were a fucking virgin? After having spent several years alive and a bloody century in hell?!"

The devil sat there, utterly dumbfounded, trying to process this unexpected piece of information.

" Well , I always saw intercourse as a waste of my time and talents and never found any kind of emotional entanglements particularly stimulating." Alastor admitted.

"To speak in absolute honesty...this demonic body of mine never even had experienced an ejaculation until ...until you healed me, Sire."

At this confession, spoken in a murmur, Lucifer's eyes widened, his surprise turning into shock.

He just had digested that Alastor had not been with others before, but to hear that he had been completely inexperienced, even with his own body...

Oh boy, THAT was a revelation.

Recognizing the king's bewilderment, Alastor tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, isn't this a curious little development, my dear? Now I found another way to shut your mouth..."

Lucifer regained his composure, his tone now back in control.

"Ugh, damn" he spoke firmly. "Don't use words like 'ejaculation'. That sounds... odd."

Alastor raised an eyebrow , finally sitting up.

"But why, Sire ? The term is certainly correct! "

Lucifer rolled his eyes, a wry smile dancing on his lips.

"Because such words are not exactly sexy, duh," he explained with mock exasperation.

Alastor's brow furrowed even more, genuinely puzzled.

"But it is accurate" he pointed out, still not grasping the difference.

Lucifer now chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "It might be accurate, but not exactly hot, genius."

"And why is this conversation necessary at all?" Alastor asked, shifting uncomfortably.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Because, dumbass, if we're not feeling the heat, the mood's gonna die faster than a flame in a hurricane. And trust me, I still want to keep going."

Now it was Alastor's turn to be dumbfounded.

Lucifer still wanted to continue, despite the stark evidence that he was completely inexperienced and also after he had climaxed way too soon.

Twice.

The deerdemon's expression mirrored his confusion.

"That... is beyond my comprehension," he muttered under his breath. "You still desire to have intercourse with me despite my rather ... premature performances?"

"Hey, I am a patient man." Lucifer smirked at Alastor's question, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

He leaned closer, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"After the first surprise I have to admit: I don't mind a little inexperience. And as for finishing early, let's just call it... enthusiasm."

He leaned even closer, his eyes glimmering.

"Besides, I like a challenge, Bambi."

"I am not your little experiment, Sire." Alastor barked, hands clenching at his side in annoyance.

"Oh, don't get pissy with me, big buck. I never said you were an experiment, just a challenge."

The King's gaze fixed on Alastor's face.

"And I never back down from a challenge, my sweet boy. Never."

"Oh, please," Alastor retorted, crossing his arms irritably.

He remained  covered by the blanket, his body language reflecting his annoyance, while Lucifer sat there, legs spread wide, and completely unashamed in his unfading arousal, the fallen angel's erection still standing proudly.

And Alastor... he felt a strange mix of curiosity and perhaps the slightest hint of eagerness to reciprocate the pleasure he had received before.

"So... how would you suggest we proceed?" he finally asked, voice uncertain.

Lucifer chuckled softly, eyeing Alastor's flaccid manhood, covered by the satin fabric of the blanket.

"Actually , I usually prefer using my cock," he said matter-of-factly. "And I guess you're probably still recovering,considering our little earlier escapades. So ... Perhaps we should consider a different approach."

"You are talking about penetrating my anus?"

Lucifer couldn't help but throw his head back in laughter at Alastor's odd terminology.

"Oh, my father," he managed to gasp through his laughter. "That's just... That is... Oh, dear."

Lucifer couldn't help but cringe at the words. " Hell no. Never say that again. Please. No more 'anuses'. That's just... ugh."

Alastor, slightly embarassed, remembered a phrase Angeldust regularly used and sought to try it out  in hope to correct his verbal escapade.

"You... you want to ... enter through the backdoor?"

Lucifer struggled to contain his increasing laughter as he clapped his hands on his thighs, tears of amusement at the corner of his eyes.

"Oh ... Please ... Mercy...," he managed to gasp out between fits of giggles. "Please, just stop talking, Bambi."

Taking a deep breath, still chuckling slightly,  the fallen angel tried to compose himself.

"You really need to work on your dirty talk, Alastor."

Lucifer still could hardly suppress his amusement as he took in the deerdemon's adorable expression.

The mix of confusion, irritation, and annoyance on Alastor's face combined into an oddly endearing display.

"Aw, look at you," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look so cute when you're all flustered..."

Alastor growled .

Lucifer's tone softened further, his gaze locking onto Alastor's face with a more serious expression.

"Listen," the fallen angel spoke gently, his voice carrying a genuine concern. "Are you afraid or comfortable with what we're talking about right now? I need to know if you're at ease with where this is heading."

Alastor nodded in agreement, reciprocating the switch in mood.

"Consider me interested to try it," he said, the words tinged with a mixture of hesitation and anticipation.

"Perfect," Lucifer nodded, immediately ready to start.

"Well, then... Position yourself on all fours, big buck.This will make it much more comfortable for both of us."

Alastor blushed furiously at the thought and  protested.

"But that leaves me utterly... exposed."

Lucifer smiled knowingly.

"Just trust me, Alastor. I'll lead you through this."

With a shiver the deerdemon pushed aside his pride, insecurities, and mistrust.

In a swift yet uncertain motion, he positioned himself in the pose Lucifer had instructed, his eyes clenched shut.

Breath held in anticipation, he prepared himself to be entered roughly.

But his initial tension began to lessen as he felt the gentle touch of Lucifer's fingers on his back, one hand tracing soothing circles there and the other softly trailing along his inner thighs.

The unexpected caress caught him off guard, but it was a comforting gesture that helped him getting more relaxed.

He found himself taking deeper breaths, his body slightly more at ease under the fallen angel's touch.

Finally Alastor's shoulders lowered as he allowed himself to surrender to the sensations, but then Lucifer suddenly stopped and asked :

"Your tail .... Can I touch it? "

Alastor rolled his eyes, letting out a small huff.

"If you must," he muttered grudgingly, trying to conceal the slight embarrassment that surged through him at the thought of Lucifer touching his useless but sensitive appendage.

Luciferchuckled softly at Alastor's reluctant response.

"Well, aren't you a prissy little fawn?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

"But I suppose I'll take that as a yes," he continued, his hand hovering near the deerdemon's tail.

Alastor's breath hitched as Lucifer's hands moved to the base of his tail, his touch gentle and deliberate, the furry appendage quivering involuntarily, attempting to shield the intimate view, soft fur tickling against the deerdemon's cleft.

With a soft yet firm tug, Lucifer lifted it upwards, causing Alastor to let out a quiet bleat.

"Such lovely noises you make," Lucifer remarked, smirking.

"Shut up," Alastor retorted.

In response to this comment, Lucifer delivered a light spank to the deerdemon's rear, causing the latter to arch his back, blush deepening as another soft bleat escaped his throath.

Lucifer grinned wickedly, clearly enjoying the reactions he was drawing from the other man.

He delivered another sharper smack, his hand connecting with the tender flesh in precision and  the deerdemon moaned softly, a wave of heat washing over his face.

"Oh, so you enjoy this, hm?" Lucifer teased, his voice low and husky.

"Don't ... Don't you dare..." Alastor started, but his words were interrupted by a gasp as Lucifer spanked his other cheek.

The deerdemon's response was replaced by a soft whimper as the sting of the spank faded, replaced by a dull ache that was somehow... pleasurable.

As he continued, Lucifer chuckled darkly, enjoying the way Alastor's protests were quickly melting into sounds of pleasure.

"No need to deny it. Your body betrays you." The devil spoke, a hint of triumph in his voice as he ran his palm across the reddened skin of Alastor's rear.

Alastor tried to maintain a sense of defiance, but the gentle rubbing over the sensitive skin made it impossible for him to keep his guard up.

He let out yet another low groan, his resistance slowly melting away.

"Oh... Just ... Sh-Shut up," he muttered weakly once again, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "You are a bastard, you know that?"

Lucifer's tone softened as he took a moment to reaffirm their boundaries.

"Listen, Alastor,..." he said gently, "if you REALLY  feel uncomfortable say 'stop,' and I immediatly  will stop my actions. But if you're just being bratty, I'll continue, because I think you secretly like it, and you just can't admit it. Agreed?"

Alastor's voice wavered, caught between his stubbornness and the undeniable truth in Lucifer's words.

He swallowed hard.

"Fine," he finally mumbled.

Lucifer leaned closer once again,  his warm breath against Alastor's neck causing chills to run down the deerdemon's spine.

"And? Shall I stop?"

Alastor remained silent.

"No response, hm? That's a pretty clear answer, Bambi." he whispered,  voice low and sensual.

Then he continued to deliver a few more spanks across the demon's ass, each one slightly harder and more forceful than the last.

Alastor's body arched again and again, louder moans escaping his trembling lips as the hard smacks  landed on his reddened cheeks.

His face flushed in embarrassment, rear already stinging in pain, but as the stings slowly subsided, the sensation soon turned into a growing sense of pleasure.

"Y-you... You bastard," he cried out, his voice trembling.

Lucifer smirked.

"Well ... now if im such a bastard, then care to explain why you're hard again, sweetling?"

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise.

He hadn't even recognized his dick had thickened from the actions once again.

About to protest with a witty remark, he gasped at the sudden feeling of a warm, wet sensation  moving restlessly over his entrance.

A mix of shock and pleasure flooded his system, leaving him breathless.

He clenched his fists, trying to find words to voice his emotions, but all he could manage was another soft whimper.

Only then he noticed what was pressing against his hole happened to be the devil's tongue, the forked tip exploring the area meticulously,  causing Alastor to squirm and shiver.

"W-what...what is it you think you're doing?"  The deerdemon managed to huff out, trying to keep his voice steady but failing miserably.

"Relax, I am just preparing you," Lucifer spoke, voice muffled, and Alastor's blush intensified as he heard the slurping sounds.

He could feel his own body responding, his breathing growing more shallow with the intimate sensations, his length again throbbing, painfully hard.

"Pre-preparing? A-ah..." he stuttered, his words breaking off as another gasp escaped his lips. "With your tongue?"

"First my tongue…" Lucifer said, his words trailing off as he reached down and ran a finger over Alastor's twitching entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh.

"Then my fingers," he added, before abruptly pushing one finger into the deerdemon's tight opening.

The digit was warm and slick, easily slipping inside, causing Alastor to gasp and clench around it in response.

He felt his face heating up even more, but he fought back a moan, his cheeks flushed and his body trembling in anticipation.

"Relax for me, my sweet boy"  Lucifer whispered, his voice rough and thick with desire. "Let me hear you."

Just as Alastor started to adjust to the new feeling, Lucifer started to move, causing him to tense up and gasp.

The devil's finger curled inside, pushing into the deerdemon in a way that was feeling both, strange and pleasurable, heat rising within him again.

"A-ah, wait...That's...ah...it's...much!" he protested, but it sounded more like a desperate plea, as Alastor was finding himself simultaneously wanting to escape the sensation and yet craving even more.

Lucifer couldn't help but snort in response to the deerdemon's reaction.

"One finger, and you're already like this...?" he teased. "The infamous Radio demon, who can take an angelic wound  is overwhelmed by just my finger? Ha, you always mock my stature, dont you, but you know... my fingers may be slim ...but my cock surely isn't ..."

It was a clear challenge in Lucifer's tone as the single finger continued moving, still gently but in an increasing pace.

Alastor squirmed, his body responding to the pressure and the taunting words.

"Y-you...ah..." he gasped, his voice wavering as he fought against the new sensations. "I'm not overwhelmed...oh!"

A surprised gasp escaped him, eyes widening as he felt another finger joining the first.

This feeling was even more unfamiliar, but Alastor refused to back down, trying to maintain his composure.

"I.. mh.. I can take more..." he insisted, struggling to string together coherent words.

His breath hitched as a third finger was added, stretching him even further.

The sensation got intense, and he gripped the blankets tightly, his breathing becoming ragged.

Lucifer smirked, .

"You're so damn tight, Bambi. No one would ever have doubted you're a virgin," he whispered, his voice low and rough.

With that, he pushed his fingers deeper, the intrusion causing Alastor to shudder.

Lucifer kept pressing up towards a more sensitive spot, and Alastor felt a pressure building he recognized all too well.

"A-ah, please," Alastor immediately started to whimper. "It's... it's too much... I can't...I am ... Oh ... Not again ....!!"

As the same spot was hit again, causing him to shudder in another wave of intense pleasure,  he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening.

Looking down between his legs, he could see the first spurt of cum spilling from his untouched cock, followed by yet another wave of release, as the third climax washed over him.

"Oh hell, you're so sensitive," Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And so responsive."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to Alastor's nape, his words hot and low.

"You're mine, sinner, you know ? And I'm not done with you yet."

And suddenly Alastor remembered the events that led them here.

He had wanted to feel the king's power again, wanted to claim dominance over the Devil himself.

And now, as he felt those intense sensations coursing through every vein, it was clear that things had turned out completely different; that he had gotten far more than he had bargained for.

It was definitely not him who was the one in control.

No.

He was at Lucifer's mercy.

Always had been.

Still, he had achieved what he had desired, albeit in a very different way: He definitley was feeling the Devil's power inside himself again.

And he was powerless to resist.

Wouldn't want to.

Never.

Alastor felt a wave of relief as Lucifer finally removed his fingers, but he also felt a sudden emptiness that he couldn't quite explain.

Exhausted , he collapsed onto his stomach, body trembling and spent, only to let out a soft yelp as Lucifer grabbed his hips and lifted him up again, positioning him once more.

Then The Alastor could feel the head of Lucifer's cock leaking precum against his entrance.

"Wait...wait... hold on for a moment..." he panted, looking over his shoulder.

He definitley wanted to continue, but at the same time, he was overwhelmed and needed a moment to catch his breath.

"I just..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to express what he was feeling.

"Feeling overstimulated?" Lucifer asked, running a hand soothingly up and down the deerdemon's back, savoring the shivers he could draw from the man's body.

"Y-yes..." Alastor breathed, barely managing to get the word out.

He did feel overstimulated, every nerve ending in his body thrumming.

"Pardon me ....allow me just a moment...."

But Lucifer just chuckled, voice low and teasing.

"Oh, where would the fun in that be,... I thought you like some entertainment, Alastor?"

With that, the Devil pushed forward - his body pressing against the tight ring of muscle and causing Alastor to cry out.

"Oh my stars!"

Alastor groaned, the words coming out as a gasp as he was stretched inch by inch, the feeling of discomfort and fullness mixing with sparks of pleasure that shot through him.

Despite the slight pain, he couldn't help but feel a primal and animalistic lust growing within him.

Again.

He clenched the sheets tightly, his claws digging into the fabric as he looked up over his shoulder once more, his gaze locked on Lucifer, who seemed to take great pleasure in his reaction.

The devil smirked, his voice low and filled with desire.

"You look so good like this, kneeling before your king. Like you belong there."

Alastor tried to respond, to maintain some sense of control over the situation, but he couldn't help the  gasp escaping his throath instead as he felt Lucifer pushing deeper, making him see stars.

"Iwon't bow down for you...ever again...This...this is merely a...fleeting diversion, a delightful ... Ah! .... Exception to...to the usual routine," he huffed, trying to sound convincing even as his body trembled with pleasure.

"Oh, is that so? Then let's make it a memorable one," Lucifer replied with a sly smirk and pulled back, until just the tip of his length remained still placed inside.

Alastor felt a moment of emptiness, his body immediatly craving for more, before he was suddenly filled to the brim once again.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, making the deerdemon gasp and tremble,  pleasure and pain mixing into this new sweet and lustful sentiment.

And suddenly, Lucifer was no longer holding back. In a rough and relentless pace he thrusted into the heavenly tightness with a deep and almost feral growl.

Alastor felt himself losing control, the sensation of the thick cock moving inside of him overwhelming all other thoughts and sensations.

He had tried to keep some semblance of composure, had tried not to allow himself to be completely overwhelmed, ... but  it was too much: the way Lucifer filled him, the way he moved, the sounds they created together echoing through the room.

Alastor felt his mind drifting away, the white space around him seemed to glow, the light almost blinding.

Lost in their own bubble of bliss he was floating, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

He felt like being on fire, a deep heat coursing through his veins and pooling in his gut, though he knew that he simply couldn't come again - his own not even half hard length bouncing uselessly between his legs with evry thrust. 

However, even this only added to the feeling of complete bliss: the knowledge that he was at the devil's mercy, the awareness he was nothing more than a vessel for the king's desire, laid out on white satin sheets, the fact that it wasn't about him anymore, but about the other man's pleasure and he, he alone was giving the devil what he desired.

But wasn't it ironic?

The room around him, held in pure white, the clean sheets a stark contrast to the sinful acts they were performing.

All that smooth white cleanliness surrounding him, almost like it had been untouched by the world around then ....

Like Alastor himself had been untouched at the start of these events.

Alastor couldn't help but let out a shaky huff, the thought almost like a bad joke, but at this point he was far beyond caring.

He just wanted more, wanted to let go and get lost in the moment, to give in to the pleasure only  the devil could bestow once again.

As in a final intense moment Lucifer bit down on Alastor's shoulder while burying himself deep inside the deerdemon, he could feel the devil's essence filling him up, painting his inner walls.

At the same moment, something inside of him felt like overflowing, like an eruption, and without spilling a single drop of his own seed, Alastor climaxed a final time, the intensity drowning  everything around him in pure blinding white light, while the dry orgasm let his body spasm, overwhelming all of his senses.

And then everything faded to black.

***

Alastor's return to consciousness came in fragments.

First he heard one of his favorite jazz songs  playing softly in the background, a gentle and calming melody filling the room.

Next he felt the warmth and comfort enveloping him, his body still sore but cleaned up.

Then the scent of apples and cinnamon filled his nostrils, a comforting smell that brought a sense of peace and familiarity.

Finally, as he managed to open his eyes, there was  white again, but the room now was not filled with a blinding but a rather soft, dimmed light, and there, beside him, in silk and satin,  lay Lucifer, his pure skin still bare.

He was breathing steadily, as if asleep.

Alastor's mind slowly processed the events of the previous night.

Despite everything that had happened, he felt strangely at ease.

He couldn't quite explain why he didn't feel awkward or annoyed about their actions.

This night had indeed changed everything, he realized.

He turned his gaze towards Lucifer once more, taking in his features, his pure white skin.

He had never noticed, but in that moment, Lucifer was the epitome of purity: the innocent angel he had been before his fall.

The creature he had been millenia ago, when his existence had been so different than his life as the King of hell.

Finally Alastor was able to recognize the beauty that he had missed before.

White, Alastor decided, was a colour meant for hell .

This place might not be heaven, but the hell that Alastor never wanted to leave.