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“You have to promise you won’t laugh,” Alastor said from behind the changing screen.
In the center of the large boudoir, Angel lounged on an ottoman, drink in hand. He was staring at the lovely shades of red hanging all around him, hand smoothing over the velvet cushion beneath him. The sensory stimulation was so soothing, along with the scent of Alastor all around him. It felt like a dream- and he was so sorely tempted to let his eyes slide closed.
He could drift off like this, feeling as though he were in a dream. Weeks from now when he lay in his bed in the studio, he would remember this to soothe himself.
Well, if things didn’t work out…
“Why would I laugh?” Angel asked. “It’s Husk that’s the jackass, not me.”
“It’s important!” Alastor insisted.
“I promise I won’t laugh,” Angel replied dutifully. “Cross my heart an’ hope to- uh, live.”
The Prince did not answer but the doe could hear rustling from beyond his line of sight. Whatever could be the reason for pause, Angel couldn’t guess. Since they had sat down together to take a rest from the excitement, get drunk as possible, and ease into their new relationship, Alastor had shifted constantly in place. Even after confessing, he seemed unable to really relax.
Insisting that he needed to change he had taken Angel alone into the boudoir closet and asked Husk to wait, claiming to need a second opinion. The advisor had looked uncomfortable but nodded his understanding all the same.
In truth there were plenty of reasons that Alastor might need to speak to Angel. At first the doe had expected Alastor to have questions about being the one accepting his partners in bed- what to expect, how to lay to reduce discomfort, or increase pleasure, what to say. Things that he had asked at various points over their years together about taking his partner, how to make it the most pleasurable for Angel.
Instead the Prince had disappeared behind a changing screen and begun fussing with his appearance out of sight, leaving Angel high and drunk on the ottoman to fend for himself.
“Are ya scared?” Angel asked as he tried to wait patiently. “It’s only natural to be worried about ya first time. But ya know, it’s me an’ Husk. Ya don’t gotta worry-“
Angel stopped speaking, his voice stollen right from his throat. Stepping out from behind the screen was Alastor but he was… different.
So different.
Tawny skin covered his body, and a short, velvety fur to match. A little ruff at his chest mirrored Angel’s, sprouting between small breasts with rosy brown nipples. His shoulders, now slender and petit, carried faint white spots like a fawn. Crimson hair curled around his face, ending in black tips. But peering out from below arched brows were the same glowing crimson eyes.
Like this, he looked far more like a sinner and nothing like a Goetia. Beneath the transparent silk robe he wore, Angel could see his small waist and round, beautiful hips.
“Oh, fuck,” Angel breathed.
“Is it too different?” Alastor asked, wrapping his arms around himself. It was like he wanted to hide- hide that beautiful figure! “I know that all of my appeal is in my size. And I know that most would expect me to be very dominant-“
Angel launched off the ottoman and crossed the space between them in what felt like a single stride, drink forgotten. If it spilled, it spilled, they could clean it later. Nothing else mattered right now, nothing but feeling the new form of his lover.
Cupping Alastor’s face in his hands, Angel tipped his chin up and gave him a deep, heated kiss. Lips sliding over lips, Angel’s tongue begged for entrance and Alastor wasted no time in allowing it.
Over the years, Angel had learned the shape and flavor of Alastor’s mouth. Though he still tasted the same, it was now completely different territory. Alastor tried to keep up, tried to keep pace with Angel’s tongue as it explored him all over again but could do little more than whine and pant as he was ravaged.
At last, Angel pulled back, panting, so that they could both breathe. Gazing down at the beautiful Prince’s face, he thought that the stag had never looked so appealing. Heavy, dark eyes struggled to focus and a high flush in his beautiful cheeks rose to compliment his hair so beautifully. And those swollen, glistening lips…
Angel dove in again.
Taking fistfuls of Angel’s shirt, Alastor held tight as his mouth was taken again. So beautifully, he leaned into Angel and the doe could feel that thick cock beginning to harden between his legs. The realization that Alastor was still so well endowed despite his stature did something to bring him to his senses.
Pulling back, Angel looked down at him again and shivered.
“We-we gotta show Husk,” Angel said.
“Do you think we really should?” Alastor asked uncertainly.
“Yes,” Angel replied without hesitation.
Husker was going to eat Alastor right up. There would be little hope for the stag then- he would get exactly what he craved, being able to submit and enjoy being ravaged without having to put on an act of domination. Now, he could lay back and just enjoy.
Angel wondered how many years he had wanted that kind of treatment and felt more than a little remorseful Alastor had kept it to himself. Although it was understandable, Angel hardly put off the same energy as Husker.
“He won’t lose interest in me?” Alastor asked, clearly worried about stepping outside of his usual role.
“Baby, it’s a struggle not to bend ya over right now,” Angel said, pressing his thumb to the center of Alastor’s lip. Perhaps it was a bit rude to Husk to take advantage of his absence, but Angel wanted a chance to reassure the Prince that he could be whatever Alastor needed. “An’ I could, couldn’t I? Take ya right here on the floor, fuck ya pretty pussy without any interruptions. Breed ya like the little bitch ya are. An’ I think ya’d beg for it, wouldn’t ya, lil prince?”
The moan that Alastor breathed out shook Angel to his core. Had there ever been such a beautiful, sensual sound? It filled the drums of doe’s ears and sank down into the very marrow of his bones. Angel could feel it running through him, velvet underneath his skin.
“Yes, I want it,” Alastor breathed against Angel’s lips. “I want that.”
“Ya wanna make him wait?” Angel said, turning the situation. “Ya’d make the love of ya life wait for us to fuck? Ya’d let me wreck ya pretty pussy an’ then present yourself, messy an’ ruined, for him to take what’s left?”
Alastor’s breath hitched at that, and a shiver ran through him. “Wait-“
“Whore,” Angel replied lovingly, sliding his thumb inside Alastor’s lips. “A bigger whore than I.”
“No,” Alastor tried to say but the digit pressing down on his wet tongue made it difficult. There was no conviction in his voice, no real protest, only a weak farce.
“Oh, I think ya are,” Angel smirked down at him. “I think ya wanna spread those pretty legs for me an’ show me everythin’.”
Eyes growing heavy, the Prince let out a small, pathetic whimper. Ever pliant, he let Angel pull his mouth open wider and then slide his wet thumb over his plump lower lip. And what a beautiful lip it was- it would look far better wrapped around Husker’s cock.
Leaning down, Angel put their foreheads together and held Alastor’s gaze. “Tell me, lil prince, are ya wet?”
“Yes,” Alastor said, barely above a whisper.
“Then I think it’s time we give ya what that needy pussy wants,” Angel said and pulled away.
The disappointment evident on Alastor’s face could have brought tears to eyes. However, Angel only gave an apologetic smile and kissed his cheek. Looking him over, Angel thought to himself. He couldn’t just send Alastor out to Husk like this.
Husk had waited too long for this moment, and it needed to be perfect. It needed a bit of spectacle- aside from the obvious.
“First, I think we should dress ya up a bit,” Angel said thoughtfully. “Where is all that lingerie I left here over the years? I know ya keep it.”
“Yes,” Alastor replied somewhat guiltily. Ears tipping back he said, “It’s all in the drawers.”
Crossing the boudoir, Alastor stepped over to the library of garment drawers. With a wave of his hand many sprang open to reveal Angel’s lingerie laid out as though it had been preserved. Several items had rips, fine lace torn in neat, parallel lines of three- evidence of Alastor’s urgent need to get them off.
Seeing so many years of items laid out, Angel realized with slight disappointment just how much pink he really wore. He should really branch out more often.
While black would compliment Alastor well, it was too dark for such an occasion. Pale pink would be a good option to be sure, but it just wasn’t what Angel had in mind. What he really wanted was something white…
If he could just dress Alastor in ivory, he could appropriately show what this must surely mean for him. In all his many years, the Prince had only ever been with Angel. The one time that Husk had stayed with them, they’d not touched one another intimately. However, when they left here, Angel had every intention of stepping aside and presenting Alastor like a wrapped gift to his lifelong love.
The two had waited so long for this, and perhaps it was a human touch, but Angel wanted to give it some significance.
Even if he was a little jealous.
“Is something wrong?” Alastor asked, watching Angel’s eyes roam over the collection.
“Not wrong,” Angel replied. “Just realizin’ I never wear the color I want for ya.”
“What color is that?” Alastor asked, watching Angel drag a hand over the soft fabrics laid out before them, apparently deep in thought.
Stopping on a short night gown and the matching panties, Angel thought to himself for a moment. The boudoir was silent except for the rustling of fabric when the doe lifted the items up, one hanging off each index finger and turned back to Alastor.
“Can ya make these white?”
“With magic?” Alastor asked.
“Yes,” Angel replied. “I just think if ya gonna be properly deflowered tonight, ya should dress for the occasion.”
Though he said nothing, Alastor’s face turned as red as his hair. Holding up a hand he hesitated before snapping his fingers and the fabric of the set turned from a bright, violent pink to soft ivory. Grinning, Angel turned Alastor to face a large, floor length mirror.
Standing behind him, Angel held up the little gown before him, molding the cups against his small breasts. “Oh yes,” Angel said, admiring the reflection. “Ya gonna look absolutely perfect…”
“Will I?” Alastor asked, looking into the mirror but unconvinced.
“Absolutely,” Angel said, looping the straps of the gown over one arm to hold it.
Taking the edge of the robe on Alastor’s shoulders he slowly pulled it off. The fabric fell to the floor at the Prince’s feet with a bare whisper of sound and Angel turned his lover to face him. Kneeling before him, Angel came face to face with the stag’s half hard cock.
“So beautiful,” Angel whispered as he looked him over.
Feeling a bit wicked, Angel took the length in hand and slowly stroked up and down the girthy length. It wasn’t so large as before, and perhaps not as large as Husk, but still impressive. Lifting it, Angel looked up into Alastor’s eyes and leaned in to give a chaste kiss to the tip, tasting the first drops of precum when he did.
“W-what are you doing?” Alastor asked, taking in a deep breath.
“I’m helpin’ ya get dressed, lil Prince,” Angel replied.
Unable to ignore his curiosity, the doe lifted the heavy cock out of the way and saw just below the beautiful, flushed lips of Alastor’s pussy. Already they glistened, wet, and the sweet scent of his slick filled the air. Entranced, Angel leaned in.
“W-wait,” Alastor said and the doe paused, an inch from the sensitive flesh, breath tickling over the skin.
“Yes, Ya Highness?” Angel turned his gaze upward.
“We shouldn’t,” Alastor said, though the desire was evident on his face.
“Shouldn’t what?” Angel said, and leaned in to kiss the beautiful lips. Pulling back he licked his own, savoring the taste on them. This would surely drive him mad. “Did ya expect somethin’ untoward?”
“You’re kissing me,” Alastor said, somewhat confused and obviously very turned on. “So intimately-“
“Should I not kiss your lips?” Angel asked, helping Alastor step into the silk panties.
“And you were- you stroked me,” Alastor said, holding onto Angel’s shoulders as he pulled the thin fabric up his legs.
It was a sweet innocent act. One he had not gotten to indulge in before, but knowing Alastor he likely had been thinking such things the whole time. Now that they had the opportunity and their roles were somewhat reversed, Angel had every intention of indulging and encouraging him.
Something about seeing Alastor explore, experiment, evolve into an experienced lover within the safe confines of their yearly visits warmed Angel’s heart. To provide for him the place and environment he needed to thrive and gain confidence- it was strangely soothing for Angel.
Healing, even.
“I apologize, my Prince,” Angel smiled sweetly. As if to prove his point he made a show of pulling the panties out to fit over the bulge of his cock. “It’s just that ya so large. I wasn’t sure ya would fit.”
Alastor looked down to see the shape of his cock clearly exposed by the silk. It stretched and struggled to contain him, threatening to expose him at any moment. While he admired the sight, Angel took his time retying the bows at each hip, making sure they were secure enough to last at least until they reached the bed.
“Should I wear something else?” Alastor asked. “I-I can wear something else.”
“No, this will do just fine,” Angel said, smoothing a hand over the bulge and smiling to feel it twitch under his hand. “Let’s get ya some stockin’s.”
Selecting a pair of long, sheer stockings from the drawer, Angel had the Prince change the color of those too. Then he helped him get them on, one leg at a time. Whether Alastor had intentionally added the extra padding to his form, giving himself a plump shape was not immediately clear. However, it resulted in a beautiful pudge of thigh over the top of the thigh band.
“Do they hurt?” Angel asked, pulling the elastic band out and letting it slap against the flesh.
“N-no,” the Prince replied, wincing a bit. “Should it?”
“No, I only wanted to make sure that ya comfortable,” Angel kissed one hip and then the other before standing. “Time to get the gown on.”
Holding his arms up, Alastor allowed Angel to pull the gown down around him. The shoulder straps were made of thick, organza ribbons and tied in bows. With some amount of surprise, Angel realized that playing handmaid was a bit exciting as well. Catching glimpses of Alastor’s beautiful back and cleavage as he tied the ribbons was making his own pussy hot, and along with the heat was only exciting him further. Adjusting them was quick work and the doe turned him around at last to see his reflection.
Alastor stared, shocked.
The nightgown’s babydoll cut flared from under the bust and obscured much of his delicious figure except for the glimpses through the transparent fabric. Around the bottom hem the ruffled edge fell just low enough to conceal his hips but left all of his beautiful legs exposed.
Resting his chin on Alastor’s shoulder, Angel smoothed the gown down, arranging the rippling folds into place with care. The Prince’s gaze darted over, uncertain where to look first or what to take in next.
“One more thin’,” Angel said and reached into the bust of the gown to scoop one little breast and then the other into the cups so that they sat more comfortably. Like this, they seemed much larger than they had initially. There was even some spillage over the tops of the transparent cups. Angel languidly traced the dark shape of Alastor’s nipples through the fabric. “Look at ya, beautiful.”
“Am I beautiful?” Alastor asked softly.
“So beautiful, more beautiful than anyone else I’ve ever seen,” Angel kissed his shoulder, then the base of his neck, then the corner of his jaw. “A perfect little doe.”
Alastor’s breath hitched but he lifted the ruffled hem of the dress to see his cock hardening further and leaking a damp spot on the white silk. “Except for this.”
“Does it bother ya?” Angel asked.
“I feel like… I should look more like you, but this is the best my magic can do,” Alastor said.
“I’m glad ya look the way you do, that your cock is still so big,” Angel whispered in his ear, holding his gaze in the mirror. “Gives me something to ride while Husk fucks your gorgeous pussy.”
Alastor swallowed thickly and Angel chuckled.
“Let’s go show Husk.”