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Lucifer was excited.
Beyond excited, in truth: he was practically bouncing on the tips of his hooves as he went over his plan in his head. It had taken days worth of effort, but using his wits and a bit of magic, he had subtly been dosing Alastor with just enough of his hypnotic charm to induce a false heat.
Unlike many other sinners, Alastor didn’t have a natural mating cycle. At first, Lucifer had thought that the sinner was pulling his leg when he told him; it would not have been the first time Alastor withheld information for his own purposes. But, as autumn came and went and Alastor showed no signs of devolving into a rut or estrus, Lucifer was finally forced to accept the truth.
He couldn’t hide the fact that he was a tad disappointed. That wasn’t to say that he and Alastor didn’t regularly engage in wild, amazing, mind-blowing sex, but it was just… well. A week of Alastor being lost to his desire, of being utterly without morals or inhibitions, of being a helpless, needy mess of hormones in Lucifer’s bed… Lucifer had been looking forward to it, was all.
He tried to hide it, but Alastor had always been keen and attentive, and quickly saw right through him.
“If it truly is such a point of interest for you, you could always force an estrus upon me,” he said with an air of boredom as they ate their dinner one evening.
Lucifer had been shocked. “Force - Alastor, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Perhaps ‘force’ was too strong a word,” Alastor mused. “What about ‘compel’? Surely they do not call you silver-tongued for nothing.”
“That’s not exactly how that works,” Lucifer muttered.
Alastor grinned at him, shark-like. “And yet, you did not immediately deny your ability to be able to do so. You said that you won’t force an estrus upon me. Not that you can’t.”
Lucifer was caught. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as he fiddled with his fork, refusing to look at Alastor. “If this isn’t really something that you want…”
“Would I have offered if it wasn’t?” Alastor asked simply.
Alastor had him there. The sinner did nothing unless it provided him personal gain or pleasure, a fact that they both knew well.
“It would be difficult,” Lucifer admitted. “Something like inducing a heat… it would take time, Alastor. Not to mention that you’re headstrong: regular hypnosis would have little effect.”
“Take all the time you need, my dear,” Alastor said. He spread his hands in a gesture of acceptance. “I am interested to see whatever solution you come up with.”
Lucifer had spent the next several days coming up with a plan. Alastor’s intelligence and observational skills would prove to be an obstacle: Lucifer couldn’t just command him to do anything, let alone fall into something as physiologically complex as a heat. No, he would have to be crafty; and most of all, persuasive.
He gave himself a timeline of five days. If, at the end of the fifth day, Alastor was not showing symptoms of a heat or being susceptible to a more rudimentary form of hypnosis, he would give up the goat and accept that it was not meant to be.
Lucifer started small. He didn’t tell Alastor his plan, or when he would be enacting it - it would be far easier to tease out his compliance if he wasn’t actively fighting against it. On the morning of the first day, Lucifer went about his routine as usual: rising and dressing with Alastor, and heading down to breakfast. He sat himself next to the sinner and dug into his eggs and toast with his usual relish, complimenting Husker’s cooking skills.
Everything was normal. Alastor was relaxed beside him, reading the daily paper and taking occasional bites of his dry rye toast.
A thrill shot down Lucifer’s spine as he placed his fork on the table and raised his hand, fanning his face casually.
“There must be a heatwave on or something, ‘cause it’s awfully warm in here,” he said, careful to keep his voice level.
“We’re in Hell, mon cher. It is always hot,” Alastor said drably. He turned the page, not noticing Lucifer’s small smirk.
“Yeah, but it seems particularly warm today. Aren’t you hot under all those clothes, Alastor?”
Lucifer put the tiniest amount of emphasis on the word, careful not to overdo it. He hadn’t used his abilities of persuasion in a long while, and he didn’t want his rustiness to ruin the game before it had even begun.
He could tell the exact moment his words took effect. Alastor straightened up, setting aside his paper. His brow furrowed slightly - not in suspicion or confusion, but with mild annoyance.
“Why yes, actually,” he said, as if just realizing. “It is rather warm. Perhaps you’re right about that heatwave. Now, I must be off: Rosie expects me for ten. I’ll see you tonight, mon ange.”
He gave Lucifer a quick kiss on the top of his head and stepped back, allowing his shadows to envelop him and sweep him away… but not before Lucifer saw the way that he tugged at his collar, as if trying to release some of the warmth building beneath.
Lucifer grinned wickedly to himself once Alastor disappeared.
Oh, yes.
This was going to be very fun.
•
It took Lucifer the entire five days to get Alastor right where he wanted him. Five days of smooth, sweet persuasion, of artistically dancing around the point so that he could wiggle his way into Alastor’s subconscious and plant the seeds of temptation.
It hadn’t been easy. Alastor was suspicious by nature, so easing him into a point of no return without him catching on took every ounce of Lucifer’s concentration and skills in the art of deception.
Alastor’s mind was most malleable at the end of the day, after he had spent long, tiring hours tending to the hotel or his tasks as an Overlord. He would come to their room and collapse into Lucifer’s waiting arms, allowing his guard to slip as he was comforted or pleasured.
At first, Lucifer had been hesitant. It felt like a betrayal of Alastor’s trust, to target his mind when he was most vulnerable. But, he reminded himself, Alastor had asked for this. He wanted it as much as Lucifer did, and Lucifer was adamant not to fiddle with the knowledge Alastor possessed that he could say his safeword whenever required, and it would all come to a stop.
So he coaxed and cajoled him as subtly as possible, dropping suggestions every day that embedded themselves into Alastor’s mind and took root there. Convincing Alastor that he was running hot, that his skin was sensitive to the touch, his nipples even more so. Purring about how Alastor seemed so worked up recently, how he was wetter than normal, how his cunt seemed more eager for Lucifer’s fingers and cock. How he even smelled different: sweet and smoky, a delicious curl over Lucifer’s palate.
All that Lucifer suggested, Alastor’s body made true. His skin took on a flushed, feverish hue, and he became prone to leaving his jacket behind when he went down to breakfast, or even rolling his shirtsleeves to his elbows throughout the day. One night in bed, after Lucifer had suggested his nipples seemed more tender than normal, he had come from Lucifer tugging and sucking on them alone, much to his mortification. His cunt was always dripping and eager, and Lucifer was forced to pretend that he did not know that Alastor was hurrying up to their rooms to change his underwear when he politely excused himself throughout the day.
By the time Alastor should have caught on to what was happening, Lucifer had created a crescendo of sensations within the sinner’s body that he was helpless to resist. On the morning of the fifth day, Alastor was a wreck, and was forced to excuse himself from the hotel’s daily activities, claiming that he was not feeling well.
Lucifer followed him up to their room, his expression one of false concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he leaned against the doorway to the ensuite bathroom, watching as Alastor ripped off his shirt and threw it aside, exposing his lean, scar-riddled chest.
“I don’t know,” he panted, his eyes wild. “I’m so hot, I don’t- it’s almost as if I-”
He stopped, his eyes going wide. He turned, realization dawning on his face, and Lucifer took that as his que to quickly step forward, silver thick on his tongue as he put his capabilities of persuasion to the ultimate test.
“You-”
“I did nothing,” Lucifer said firmly.
Alastor faltered, his brows furrowing. “But-”
“You’ve seemed to have come down with something, sweetness. Perhaps you should take a nap. You look tired.”
Alastor blinked as the command sunk into his brain. He was malleable now that Lucifer had spent a week toying with him, but even still he was not entirely submissive to the effects, and did not go as easily as Lucifer would have hoped. Instead he stood there, half-turned towards the bed, swaying slightly as if he could not decide which direction to go.
Lucifer approached him, slipping an easy, gentle smile onto his face. When he reached Alastor he swept his hands down the sinner’s arms and pushed himself up onto the tips of his hooves, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Go lie down, my love. Have a little nap. When you wake up I’ll be here waiting for you, because when you wake up you’ll be in heat.”
Alastor’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating into inky black discs. He shuddered, his nipples pebbling enticingly, and Lucifer had to resist the urge to reach out and touch. He watched as the command swept Alastor under, sinking into his psyche and forcing his feet to move as he turned and stumbled towards the bed, climbing onto it and curling into a ball right in the middle. He promptly shut his eyes, and a moment later his breathing evened out.
Lucifer smiled to himself as he watched Alastor curl up on their bed. He conjured a soft, light blanket and draped it over Alastor’s sleeping form, then pressed a kiss to the base of one ear, laughing softly when it flicked his nose.
He stood up and walked back towards their bedroom door. Loathe as he was to leave Alastor, he had some preparations to tend to. He tiptoed out and shut the door quietly behind him, excitement rippling up his spine when he imagined what would await him upon his return.
•
When Alastor woke, Lucifer was ready for him.
He was seated in an overstuffed lounge chair at the end of the bed, the coffee table next to him laid out with an assortment of snacks and refreshments. He didn’t know if he would be able to end the hypnotization himself, or of the false heat would have to run its course, but he had come as prepared as possible.
He was naked, his cock already half-hard against his thigh. He watched as Alastor’s lashes fluttered, his head rising off of the bed as he looked around blearily. Sweat was already beaded at his exposed collarbones and throat, but Lucifer saw his skin flush red when the full effects of his second command sank in, his heat lighting a fire in his veins as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“How do you feel?” Lucifer asked, careful to keep his voice quiet and level as to not startle Alastor.
“Hot,” Alastor grumbled. “And…” he stopped, colour rising high in his cheeks as he looked away in embarrassment.
“And?” Lucifer prompted, the taste of his own silvery hypnosis cloying on his tongue. “ Tell me.”
Alastor whined, his eyes darting to look everywhere but at Lucifer. Lucifer could feel him trying to resist the command, but he was already in too deep, his heat and sleepiness only adding to the effects of Lucifer’s hypnosis.
“Wet,” he mumbled, looking down at the bedspread. “I’m… wet.”
“Good boy,” Lucifer purred. His cock twitched against his thigh, thickening with blood. “Isn’t it easier to submit, baby? To give in to me and let me take care of you?”
Alastor didn’t reply other than to growl under his breath, still refusing to look at Lucifer. Lucifer tutted in false disappointment and stood up, walking around the side of the bed so that he could cup Alastor’s chin, forcing the sinner to meet his gaze.
“Kiss me,” he whispered. Despite there being no silver in his voice, Alastor leaned up away, allowing Lucifer to pull him into a soft kiss.
When he pulled away, the violent scarlet in Alastor’s cheeks had dulled down to a rosy pink. His eyes were half-lidded, his pupils deep pools of desire.
“Beautiful,” Lucifer whispered as he traced his thumb against Alastor’s bottom lip. Alastor’s tongue flicked out, licking the pad of it coyly, and Lucifer smiled. “You said you’re already wet - why don’t you show me, sweetness?”
Alastor made a soft sound low in his throat, a not-quite protest to Lucifer’s suggestion. He was always so prudish when it came to his own pleasure: enticing him into Lucifer’s bed had taken weeks worth of effort, and even then, every encounter since had been a balancing act between Alastor’s greed and his distaste for his own embarrassment. Now though, with his false heat coursing through his veins and Lucifer’s hypnosis weighing heavy on his psyche, his inhibitions were at only a fraction of their usual strength. Lucifer wondered how long it would take until they were eradicated entirely.
Slowly, Alastor lowered himself onto his back. Lucifer pulled back to allow him room to move, watching with hungry eyes as Alastor’s hands went to the button of his trousers. He undid them with fumbling fingers and pulled down his zipper, then planted his hooves in the bedding so that he could lift his hips and shimmy his pants down.
He tossed his trousers aside, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs. Lucifer’s breath caught when he saw how the crimson fabric had gone a dark, sultry maroon where it clung to Alastor’s cunt. He was so wet that the material shone with his slick, the insides of his thighs drenched with it.
“My poor darling,” Lucifer cooed. “You must be positively aching.”
Alastor whined, his ears pinning back against his head in embarrassment. He shifted against the bed, his hand fluttering across his hip as if he wanted to press his fingers to his cunt, but knew that he did not yet have permission.
Lucifer hummed in approval as he circled back to the end of the bed. He sat himself in the high wingback chair, placing both hands on the armrests and spreading his legs wide to allow Alastor a look at his hard cock where it arched up over the flat plane of his belly. Alastor couldn’t tear his eyes away even as his cheeks flamed, hunger making them dark and wild as he licked his lips in anticipation.
“Well, sweet thing?” Lucifer asked, raising his brow cockily. “Are you going to put on a show, or not?”
Alastor let out a heavy breath, his eyes never leaving Lucifer’s cock. His hand skittered across the front of his underwear and he whimpered when he pressed down, almost as if he hadn’t even realized what he was doing. He drew clumsy, tight circles at the apex of his cunt, so wet now that his fingers glided seamlessly across the fabric. Lucifer hummed as he gazed at Alastor with rapt attention, watching the way his head lolled on his shoulders as he propped himself up on one elbow and leaned back, spreading his thighs to offer Lucifer a better view.
“L-Lucifer,” he moaned. “I’m so hot. Please, I need…”
“I know what you need,” Lucifer hummed. “And you’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you, lovely, not a moment before. Take off your boxers. Let me see you.”
Alastor groaned in frustration but did as he was bid, lifting his hips once more to peel off the sodden fabric. Lucifer got only a brief, tantalizing peek of Alastor’s tail before he was dropping back down, just the very tip of the ball of fluff poking out from between his thighs. He looked away as he spread his legs, showing off the puffy, slick cunt that lay between.
Lucifer groaned and reached down to give his cock a squeeze. It twitched in his palm, hot beneath his fingers as he hungrily drank in the sight of Alastor’s cunt. Never before had it looked this eager, so sensitive and desperate to be filled. Slick was drooling from Alastor’s hole to coat the tip of his tail, matting the fur there delectably.
“You can touch yourself,” Lucifer hissed between his teeth as he scrubbed over the head of his cock with his thumb. “But not inside. That sweet little hole is mine alone.”
He watched as Alastor’s cunt clenched down on nothing, the silvery command rolling over him like a wave. He immediately brought his hand down between his thighs and pressed two fingers to his clit, crying out as he rubbed over the engorged little bud with desperate vigour.
Lucifer licked his lips as he watched, unashamed when a line of saliva dripped down his chin. He could smell Alastor: the deer demon’s pheromones were rising from his body as he pleasured himself, smoky and spicy and tantalizing, so thick that when Lucifer flicked out his forked tongue he could taste them in the air, like a snake scenting its prey.
“Lucifer, n-need- inside, I-”
“Come for me first,” Lucifer purred. “Come, and I’ll fuck you nice and full, just like you need it.”
Alastor shook from the command, his thighs trembling. His fingers, unable to maintain the pace that he needed by circling them, scrubbed up and down instead, flicking over his clit with a rapid precision that Lucifer had never witnessed from him before. It made his cock throb to see this frenzied, forbidden side to Alastor: a side that he had so meticulously drawn out through days of cunning exertion, but a side that had been there all along.
“That’s it. Look at you, pretty boy. So desperate for my cock, you’ll torment yourself just to get it. Does it feel good, sweetheart? As good as my own fingers?”
Alastor shook his head rapidly, huffing out a whine. Lucifer smiled, possessive satisfaction curling in his gut from Alastor’s honest admission.
“That’s what I thought. Nothing is as good as the pleasure I make you feel, is it? Only I know what that precious little clit needs. Only I know how to fill you so good that you’ll feel me for days after. Only I can see you like this: so desperate for my cock you’ll do anything I say just to get a taste, so needy for my touch you’re burning up a fever.”
Alastor’s mouth dropped open on a silent cry as he came hard, his hole fluttering wildly around nothing. Lucifer had poured silver into his words, letting them embed themselves into Alastor’s mind: now nothing would satisfy him except Lucifer’s touch - Lucifer’s cock.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Alastor panted as he came down, his chest heaving and static crackling. His hand, slick with his own cum, slipped across his hip to flop onto the sheets, revealing his red, abused clit to Lucifer’s gaze. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to crawl across the bed and suckle the little bud between his lips, soothing the angry flesh with his tongue, but he resisted. He had much more in store for Alastor, and the fun was just beginning.
He watched as Alastor twitched through the aftershocks, his heavy panting evening out into deeper breaths. His skin was still flushed feverishly, glistening with sweat in the low light of their room. His nipples were hard little peaks on his chest, begging for teeth and tongue to pluck and pull at them until he was sobbing out in bliss. Once again, Lucifer refrained from giving in to his urges, waiting until Alastor was loose-limbed and pliant on the bed before giving out his next command.
“Come here, darling,” he ordered, sweet and seductive. Alastor raised his head from where he had flopped back across the sheets and looked at him blearily, his lashes wet and eyes hazy. Lucifer gave him a smile and patted his thighs, encouraging him over.
Alastor went sluggishly, forcing himself up into a sitting position before bending forward so that he could crawl over to the end of the bed. His ears laid limp on his head, his hair curling charmingly at the base of them. He looked at Lucifer with hopeful, dewy eyes, entirely lost to his hypnosis-induced heat as Lucifer cooed and reached out, gathering Alastor into his arms so that he could haul him into his lap.
“Look at you,” Lucifer said. He nuzzled into Alastor’s hair, breathing in the heady scent of his sweat and arousal. “So blissed out, and we’ve barely even started. All it took was a few silver words and you’re putty in my hands, aren’t you, precious?”
Alastor mumbled out an indistinguishable reply, nosing beneath Lucifer’s chin as he turned himself so that he was draped across the fallen angel’s lap, his long legs spilling over the arm of the chair. Lucifer chuckled, unable to hide his affection in the wake of Alastor’s cuteness, something he was sure the deer demon would loathe had he been in his right mind.
“How’s the heat treating you?” Lucifer asked as he stroked his hand along Alastor’s side.
“Hot,” Alastor grumbled. “Empty.”
“Oh, I know, lovely,” Lucifer simpered. He pressed a kiss to the side of Alastor’s head and urged him up, grasping his hips and helping him until he was turned in Lucifer’s lap, his back pressed to Lucifer’s chest. “Why don’t we fix that up for you, hm?”
Alastor nodded eagerly, whining quietly when Lucifer’s hand dipped between his thighs. God, he was soaked, the space between his thighs a ruin of arousal that slicked him down to his knees. Alastor threw his head back with a throaty, deer-like huff when Lucifer dragged his fingers through the mess and pressed them to his sopping pussy, stroking along the glistening folds reverently.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, and Alastor did, hooking his legs over the chair’s armrests. He was splayed out and vulnerable, his ears pinning to his head with embarrassment as Lucifer played with his drooling cunt, not delving inside but simply whorling his fingers through the wetness, feeling all the places where Alastor was swollen and sensitive.
“Pretty doe,” Lucifer whispered into Alastor’s fluffy ear, nudging it with his nose to raise it from its position pinned against his skull. Alastor shivered in his hold, clearly not opposed to the new territory in which they were exploring. “So desperate and needy for me. So breedable.”
Alastor mewled at that, his head lolling across Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer could feel Alastor’s tail valiantly trying to wag between them, the wet fur sliding across the skin of his belly. He smirked to himself as he continued to leisurely stroke between Alastor’s thighs, working him into a frenzy.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart? For me to fill this tight little cunt with my cum? For me to fuck you nice and full, until it has no choice but to take - until you’re filled with fawns, so round and sweet for me?”
“Lucifer,” Alastor gasped, and Lucifer smirked when he didn’t hear a ‘no’. Deciding to up the ante, he let silver coat his tongue, his magic thick between them as he began to fill Alastor’s mind with filthy, perverse ideas.
“I bet you’d love it, wouldn’t you? To be filled with my fawns. We wouldn’t have just one, oh no. This little cunt is far too fertile to give me anything but a litter. You’d be so full you couldn’t even walk: you’d just lay in bed for days, waiting for the next time I come to fuck you.”
“Please,” Alastor cried out. “Please, Lucifer, f-fuck me, I need it, fill me, breed me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Lucifer teased. He lifted Alastor effortlessly, using his angelic strength to maneuver Alastor by the backs of his thighs so that he could angle him over his cock. Alastor choked as Lucifer’s cockhead slid through his folds, sinfully hot as he lubed himself up with Alastor’s own slick before slowly pressing inside.
“Ah! Oh, Lucifer, s-so big,” Alastor moaned as he was lowered onto Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer turned his head and bit into Alastor’s shoulder, his eyes rolling back as he sheathed himself inside Alastor’s hot, impossibly tight cunt.
When he bottomed out they rested for a moment, both of them panting. Alastor was squirming in Lucifer’s lap, his false-heat and Lucifer’s filthy words no doubt making the urge to breed overwhelming. Lucifer hushed him and spread his hands along the bottoms of Alastor’s thighs, drawing them inward until Alastor’s knees were folded up and tucked to his chin, his thighs squeezed tightly shut with Lucifer’s arms banded around them to hold him in place. His hooves dangled in the air, and Lucifer’s first thrust set them bouncing, a sight that made him growl into the slick, feverish skin of Alastor’s throat.
“Can you feel it, darling?” Lucifer growled, his voice thick and demonic. “Can you feel your cunt swallowing my cock? You’ve been acting like such a needy slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re pregnant already. You’ve certainly taken me enough times. Would you like that? For me to fuck you while you’re already full to capacity, to fill you with another fawn even while you’re already swollen with the first?”
Alastor gasped, his eyes crossing as Lucifer forcefully bounced him in his lap, grinding his cock upwards into the tight, velvety heat of him. He was moaning with every breath, black saliva trickling down his chin as Lucifer used him like a doll.
“I can feel how tight you are; how little room you have left inside you,” Lucifer said, imbuing his voice with magic. “Is that our fawn in there? Filling your belly, making you swollen and sweet for me? Making your nipples so sensitive, your skin so hot?”
He reached up and pinched at a nipple harshly, making Alastor cry out. He nodded rapidly, gasping for air as Lucifer continued to torment him.
“You did so well the first time,” Lucifer cooed. “My darling doe, such a good mother to our fawns. I wonder how many you’ll give me this time around.”
Alastor’s brows furrowed in confusion, his mouth dropping open to protest the lie, but Lucifer was quick to intervene, pouring silver into his words as he whispered them hot and filthy into Alastor’s ear.
“Such a good doe, giving me everything that I ask. Breeding for me so well, and letting me come back for more. You’d have as many as I desire, wouldn’t you, sweetness? I could keep you full forever, and you’d only beg me for another.”
“Yes,” Alastor gasped. “Yes, wanna be full, wanna give you more fawns, please, please-”
He was slurring his words, mindless in Lucifer’s hold as Lucifer fucked up into him brutally, the collision of their slick flesh stark in the otherwise quiet room. The thought of Alastor pregnant, his waist ruined by the swell of his belly, his nipples leaking and ripe… Lucifer felt feral, like his own magic was affecting him as well as Alastor. Perhaps it was : it was crackling through the room, wild and unrestrained as he unleashed it onto Alastor.
Lucifer could feel Alastor’s cunt fluttering around his cock, his orgasm imminent. He was babbling in Lucifer’s lap, tears streaming down his face as he begged for Lucifer’s cock; his cum; his fawns.
Supporting Alastor with one arm around his thighs, he snagged the sinner’s hand with his free one and dragged it down, pressing it against Alastor’s lower belly.
“You feel that, sweetheart?” he panted into Alastor’s ear. “Do you feel our fawn in there?”
Beneath his fingertips he could feel his cock moving within Alastor, bulging the thin skin of his stomach. Alastor whimpered when he felt it too, Lucifer’s hypnosis tricking him, muddling his thoughts into believing he was truly pregnant. He stroked across the skin of his stomach, his fingers interlaced tightly with Lucifer’s, reverent and debauched all at once.
“I’m going to give you another. I’m going to make you so nice and full, there’ll be no doubt of who you belong to,” Lucifer growled possessively. In one quick motion he stood and shoved Alastor forward, pinning his chest against the bed with his ass in the air. Alastor shouted out in shock, then moaned when Lucifer plunged into his tight heat once more, grabbing hold of Alastor’s thin waist for leverage as he snapped his hips forward in powerful strokes.
“Fuck, that’s it, take my cock,” Lucifer hissed. “Breed for me like a good little doe.”
He shoved his hand between Alastor’s legs and quickly found Alastor’s clit, swollen and needy beneath the pads of his fingers. He drew tight little circles over it, and in the next moment Alastor was coming, screaming into the sheets as his hips bucked backwards onto Lucifer’s cock.
Lucifer was quick to follow, throwing his head back as he ground his cock forward as deep as it could go and released, more and more and more flooding Alastor’s channel until it was leaking out around his cock, dripping into the sheets.
Lucifer slumped forward, panting as he rested his sweaty forehead against Alastor’s equally sweaty back. Alastor was still not released from the clutches of Lucifer’s hypnosis: he was squirming slightly, whining as he tried to roll his hips backwards onto Lucifer’s cock.
“Shh,” Lucifer hushed him, pulling back so he could run a soothing hand up Alastor flank. “Your heat is over, darling. I’ve filled you with a fawn - can’t you feel it?”
He gently took Alastor’s hand and placed it on his lower belly, where Alastor’s skin was distended, his usually flat belly swollen with Lucifer’s cock and cum.
Alastor whined, a happy sound rather than a needy one, and instantly relaxed beneath Lucifer, slumping into the sheets with a tired sigh. Already, Lucifer could feel Alastor’s skin cooling: the pseudo-heat retreating by his command.
He urged Alastor up onto the bed proper, covering them in the sheets and curling himself around the sinner protectively. Alastor’s hand never left his belly, stroking over it while he hummed happily. A quiet, soothing tune starting up through the radio, lulling them both towards sleep.
Lucifer leaned in and nuzzled at Alastor’s shoulder. The sinner grunted sleepily, and Lucifer smiled to himself before he said: “when you wake up, the effects of the hypnosis will be over. Your mind will be your own again.”
Alastor made a questioning noise, but Lucifer hushed him, urging him to relax back into the sheets. He was asleep moments later, snoring softly with his hand still cupping his belly.
Lucifer smiled to himself as he pet Alastor’s ears, watching him sleep.
They were definitely doing this again.