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The flowers had been delivered from Lust to the hotel, but no one knew who had sent them. Angel thought it was a prank, and Charlie thought it was from an admirer. Only Lucifer knew the dangerous truth and whisked the vase full of the beautiful sparkling flowers to his room before they could affect any of the residents.
Unfortunately, he had gotten a lung full of the toxic pollen on the way up.
By the time he had gotten to his room he could feel the slick coating the inside of his thighs, and the wave of heat that drenched him in sweat. He placed the flowers by the window and banished his clothes immediately, hoping to get some relief on his naked skin from his cool sheets.
That's where Alastor had found the king, his curiosity making him sneak into their bedroom. The king was naked and sprawled on the giant bed and smelling oh so desperate , poised so delectably.
“My, my. What have we here?”
Lucifer startled slightly, sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed furthest from Alastor. Cheeks flushed golden, he scrambled to cover himself with his sheets. He glanced at Alastor, following his gaze to the embarrassing slick trail that he’d left on his scramble to retreat. “Oh, I-I-”
Alastor’s grin widened slightly. “You seem to be in a bit of a predicament, my King. Perhaps you need my assistance?”
Wanting desperately to argue, but unable to ignore the increasing throbbing in between his thighs, Lucifer squirmed uncomfortably. He barely managed to utter his reply. “I don’t need your… help .”
“If that’s truly the case, why haven’t you banished me out of the room yet, dear Lucifer?”
Alastor walked over to the side of the bed Lucifer had cornered himself on, resting his hands to the sides of the flustered man. Lucifer tried to scramble away again, but he firmly gripped the pale thighs, lightly digging his claws into the skin, just enough to cause a tiny trickle of golden blood from the places he held. Lucifer gasped slightly, taking in a shaky breath at his touch. The smirking mouth leaned in, his face inches from the other, lowering his voice menacingly.
“You’ll stay right here.”
The radio demon pried his thighs apart, keeping eye contact with Lucifer as he sank to the floor in front of the bed. Oh, what a delectable sight Lucifer’s soaked cunt was!
Lucifer bit his lip with anticipation. Perhaps he should stop complaining and listen to the demon’s command. Anything to douse the fever that was burning in his veins.
Alastor leaned forward, resting his head on Lucifer’s inner thigh, rubbing gentle circles on the soft skin. The soft tickle of his breathing made Lucifer squirm, eagerly scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Alastor wanted to chastise the King for insubordination, but the angelic cunt was too close to ignore for another moment. He pressed his face to Lucifer’s sex, inhaling his scent deeply. “So sweet… does it taste as good as it smells?”
He guided the pale thighs around his shoulders, letting his tongue explore the soaking folds of Lucifer’s cunt. Quiet moans and whimpers from Lucifer spurred him on, thighs clenching around him tightly.
Alastor had so many questions, like why Lucifer was suddenly in this state. But he placed his curiosity to the side in favor of thoroughly wrecking the king with his tongue. That's how Lucifer sounded, with his head tipped backwards, his eyes rolling back, and the pained but urgent moans as Alastor licked the entire length of the dripping sex.
“We’ve barely gotten started,” Alastor purred, pausing for a brief second to taunt them. “Yet you are so responsive. ”
Lucifer's eyes flashed. “Sh-shut up and- keep going…”
Deciding he would address the rude tone later, Alastor plunged his tongue inside the delicious hole, sliding as deep as he was able. The thighs around him clenched harder and started to shake. Lucifer's cries grew sharp. All Alastor had to do was use his silver tongue and Lucifer was at his mercy?
What else could he make the King of Hell do?
“That's it- oh, there! Fuck! Ah- Alastor! Right there, keep going- feels- ah !- incredible…”
It wasn't entirely difficult, Alastor found, as he wanted as much of the ambrosia nectar as he could get, alternating between sucking, licking, and using his tongue to dive in deep. He ate Lucifer's cunt like it was a four course meal.
“Oh fuck, I'm- I'm getting close… almost- almost there- fuck! Alastor! I'm going to-!”
Lucifer arched on the bed, his thighs clenching tightly, his heels trying to find leverage as they kicked behind Alastor’s head.
When they finally collapsed, Alastor's long, demonic tongue licked the juices from his lips and chin.
“How desperate you must have been to cum so quickly,” he said with satisfaction.
Lucifer breathed heavily, still wanting more. Needing more. “Fuck me… I need you inside me.”
He reached to pull at Alastor's finely tailored suit, threatening to pull the expensive fabric right off of him. Alastor smacked his hands away, standing up and looming over the smaller figure.
“I'll give you whatever I want, when I want.”
A frustrated whimper was the only response, the King kicking his hooves almost like he was having a tantrum.
He climbed into the bed, placing precise kisses along Lucifer's middle, one of his hands gently rubbing and teasing the pert, golden-tinged nipples. Each kiss and rub caused Lucifer to whimper more, his back arching desperately into Alastor's touch. “You are just exquisite . If only your attitude was as perfect as your body.”
“Will you shut up and fuck me already?”
Again, Lucifer pawed at the red pants, desperate to get at the massive bulge that was making his mouth water. He would feel better once the demon's cock was deep inside him, he just knew it!
This time Alastor gripped the disobedient wrists and pinned them above Lucifer's head. “Not this time, little apple. You'll take what I give you like a good pet, and if I feel like it, I'll give you a reward.”
Lucifer bit his lip to keep from screaming with frustration. He wanted to rant and bite back and demand they satisfy their king, but the hands that held him were stronger than his desire to resist. Alastor watched with a crooked grin until the kicking settled and Lucifer lay panting beneath him, submissive and patient.
“You learn so quickly,” Alastor purred. His shadow limbs emerged from his back to wrist around the wrists and keep them pinned while two more slithered around the milky white thighs, keeping Lucifer on display. “Hmm, now all of this is mine .”
Lucifer squirmed slightly, trembling with desire. “It's all yours. Every inch of it.”
“You were just giving me attitude. Now you're compliant? Who knew the rebellious angel that was cast out of heaven for not following the rules could be such a good listener?”
A low growl came from deep within Lucifer's throat, but he kept quiet, watching Alastor shrug off his coat and place it neatly on the nightstand. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, freeing the large member from its tight prison.
Lucifer whined , anticipating the way it would feel inside him. He would have to remain obedient if he were to feel any relief.
Alastor removed the tendrils from around his thighs, turning him onto his side and pressing Lucifer's thighs together, replacing the tendrils around his legs to keep the thighs tightly closed. He slid his cock in between them, thankful for the overabundance of slick that made the movements easy. It felt good to use the other's body like this, denying what they wanted in favor of watching them writhe.
Lucifer made a quiet noise of protest, squirming and straining against the tendrils that held him fast. “P-please-! That's not enough! I need you inside me!”
“Are we already forgetting how to be patient?” Alastor warned, slowly sliding his cock in and out from between Lucifer's thighs. “Oh… how blissful this feels already. I can't wait to feel you, as long as you behave.”
Lucifer groaned. He was frustrated, but some of the tension was eased as Alastor repositioned to continue fucking his thighs, but his cock rubbed against Lucifer's cunt with every movement, providing him some pleasure. It drove him to distraction, making him clench his thighs around the thick member, his whimpers rising again.
When Lucifer bit his lip until a drop of golden blood formed, Alastor bent to lap it up. “That's such a delicious little apple. I could simply eat you up. Have you earned your fucking, darling?”
Tears were leaking out of the corners of Lucifer's eyes as he nodded furiously. The need was consuming him, the toxic Lust flowers having done their work. Better him than the ignorant sinners downstairs, or even Charlie.
“Do you think your manners have improved enough?” Alastor asked, removing his cock from the slick thighs and teased the head at Lucifer's throbbing entrance.
“Y-yes… I've been very good, I'm listening, Alastor, please-”
Alastor shoved his cock inside of Lucifer without warning, his grin widening at the whimpering moan they let out. “Good.”
He started thrusting, not holding back. He'd been eager to get down to business as well, but he needed the King to beg and submit to his desires.
“Ah, Alastor… fuck, harder, harder!” Lucifer wailed, like a cat in heat. Alastor's ears twitched, glancing at the writhing figure below him, who was desperately grabbing at every inch of flesh he could reach, wanting him harder, deeper…
And he obliged. He turned Lucifer onto his stomach, shoving his head into the mattress and slamming his cock back into the dripping cunt. Lucifer moaned out loudly, partially muffled by the blankets beneath him. Every movement by Alastor made him moan and cry out, gripping at the sheets.
“My King, do you think everyone would approve of you moaning like a slut right now? My, my…”
In the throes of his body being slammed into over and over again, Lucifer had a small sliver of attention to reply. “O-only… for you- ah! You alone…”
Alastor’s claws dug possessively into the milky white skin, as fair as a maiden’s. “If you can talk then I'm not fucking you hard enough.”
Somehow- somehow- Alastor turned up the intensity, his pelvis thrusting so hard his balls were slapping at the apex of Lucifer's cunt. The king writhed, wailing oh so deliciously, each word he tried to say aborted and twisted into moans instead.
Alastor could feel the king’s rising climax, the walls of the beautiful cunt squeezing around his cock. He wasn't nearly finished with them yet, but he was relentlessly eager to make Lucifer beg. He leaned completely over Lucifer’s back and nipped a razor sharp tooth on their earlobe, drawing blood.
“Be a good boy and beg for my fawns. Then I'll let you cum.”
Lucifer was wrecked, through and through, and barely hesitated to comply. He was so close; he would do or say anything .
“Fuck, please Alastor! Breed me and get me with your child!! I'll give you- ah! An heir- to- to the throne- fuck, please!”
“Then cum for me, my king. Be the whore you were always meant to be.”
With the king’s permission, Alastor bit onto the back of a shoulder, latching on while his cock repeatedly slammed into their cervix. Lucifer broke with a vicious cry, his back arching and his throat strained. Tears coursed down his cheeks from the mixture of pain and hot pleasure. He clenched and rocked as wave after wave crashed through him, making him exhausted with each pass.
It might have lasted a minute. It might have lasted for an eternity. At the end, Lucifer collapsed against the bed, pinned down by the demon’s weight, completely boneless as his cunt continued to twitch and clench around the cock inside him.
At least it brought relief.
Alastor grew still, humming as his tongue lapped up the drops of golden blood that he had spilled. As curious as he had been during the extermination, he had not had the opportunity to partake with his fellow cannibals. Now he had his own personal angelic buffet.
“Perfect,” he purred, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sex and apples. “My sweet, pathetic little doe.”
Lucifer groaned, wiggling his hips to see if he had any room to change positions. He noticed how thick Alastor still felt inside him.
“Did you… finish?”
“Hmmm, not yet.”
“What?! After all that?”
“It's called ‘delayed gratification’, my king,” Alastor sneered. “You didn't think I would be satisfied so early, did you? I'm not done with you yet.”
Lucifer groaned as Alastor's cock retreated, the surprisingly gentle hands rolling him to his back. “At least… I get a break?” He asked hopefully, his face still flushed and his lungs still gasping for air.
Alastor dragged his thumb through the trail of tears and lifted the digit to his mouth, savoring the salty flavor. Lucifer watched, riveted.
“Says who?” Alastor grinned.
Lucifer whined. “Fucking hell- Al… I'm already so- fucking sore. Just ten minutes?”
Alastor laughed, leaning over Lucifer's much smaller frame, his antlers spreading menacingly as he grew in size. “Ten minutes is far too long. That means I would have to wait for you… no, no. We're going now. ”
Lucifer started to protest, but mid-protest Alastor spread his thighs and plunged his now even larger cock into him, holding Lucifer by his thin waist. Lucifer gasped and arched his back, gripping at Alastor seemingly for dear life. “Oh, f-fuck!”
“You can take all of me. I believe in you, my King.” Alastor purred, slowly sinking deeper into the delectable golden cunt. Lucifer shifted his hips, gasping and groaning as he adjusted to the huge girth inside him.
The bulge that appeared in his abdomen coincided with Alastor bottoming out.
Gently wiping away more tears from Lucifer's cheeks, Alastor began to slowly slide in and out of him. “Look at you… You're doing so well. I knew you could take me.”
Lucifer moaned, whimpering slightly. He was filled to his limit with the demon's cock, each movement pressing against his cervix. “Fuck… Al, you're so much…”
“I am. But you can fit all of me.”
Lucifer didn't have much choice except to lie back and take it. His moans grew louder and more desperate, sometimes whimpers of denial peppered throughout, but each time Lucifer insisted he couldn't go on any more, Alastor kissed his tear streaked face and murmured soft encouragement.
“You feel so nice, little angel. So perfect for me. You can give me one more. I'll fill you to the brim, make you feel my cock for weeks.”
Alastor adjusted slightly to grab Lucifer's legs, threatening to fold the smaller man in half as he rutted mercilessly into Lucifer's cunt. Lucifer's desperate noises spurred him on, the bed creaking with every thrust. “Fuck… you feel so good …”
Lucifer struggled to reply, his eyes rolled back slightly, the mix of pleasure and pain reducing him to a pitiful mess. “Al, God, I can't- I'm going to-”
The demon moved one of his hands to firmly grasp Lucifer by his neck, just firm enough to cut off his breathing. A strained cry came from Lucifer.
“You're going to what , now? You only get to cum when I say!”
Lucifer's choked sounds filled the room, his eyes streaming. He struggled to breathe, to hold off the growing pressure, to keep eye contact with the spinning dials in the monstrous face above him.
It was too much. It was not enough. He was going to fall and crash and burn into ash.
Despite all of that, Lucifer placed a hand over his abdomen to better feel the bulge, his eyes rolling and closing at the harsh punishing thrusts. To be taken like this… to be fully submitted… It was heaven.
“That's better, darling. Now you're going to take every drop. Cum for me, my king. You can do it…”
Alastor released Lucifer's windpipe at just the right moment, his cock twitching and shaking, about to burst. Once the pressure was released, the rush of oxygen gave Lucifer a high, sending his pleasure soaring to dizzying heights before breaking him against the crust of the earth.
Lucifer sobbed when he broke, his entire body clenching down around Alastor's cock.
“Fu-ck! Yes!” Alastor groaned, his merciless thrusts stuttering as his seed released, flooding Lucifer's cunt with the thick, white creamy fluid. It was too much for the angelic body, and it leaked out around the cock that plugged his hole.
Alastor remained crouched over the smaller body while he panted and groaned with the aftershocks. When he was capable of exerting his will over his body, he shrank back to his usual size, removing himself from the messy cunt and admiring his work.
“Now… do you feel better, my king?”
Lucifer attempted some kind of noise. He wasn't sure if it even meant anything. He did manage to gesture with a hand, urging Alastor down to the bed with him. Whatever the pollen in those Lust flowers had done to him, Alastor had thoroughly fucked the fever from his veins.
Alastor laid next to him, placing gentle kisses to his pale skin.
“No need for words. Just relax, and rest. You'll need it after what we've done.”
Lucifer had no problem following those directions. Relaxing and breathing was the only thing he was capable of doing after being fucked within an inch of his immortal life. He even liked the way that Alastor was being so sweet and kittenish afterwards, as if he hadn’t been a monster moments before.
“Do you think… we could do this again?” Lucifer asked once he had his breath back. “Next time without the toxic flowers.”
Alastor’s head tilted up; his frown visible between the red bangs. “What toxic flowers?”
Lucifer nodded towards the vase he had set by the window. “They are from Lust. Their pollen is an aphrodisiac and causes intense sexual fever. I brought them up here to get them away from Charlie.”
“Interesting…” The radio dials were spinning in Alastor’s eyes.
“Hey now, don’t get any ideas!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my king,” Alastor purred, returning to pressing kisses to the delicate chest. “As for your offer… it would be my privilege to provide my services.”
Lucifer grinned sharply, his demonic eyes flashing red. “Great. How does tomorrow night sound?”