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With Lucifer moving to the Hazbin Hotel to spend more time with Charlie, and help his daughter in the redemption, came the disadvantages for Alastor, not only did the damn dwarf stick his nose into where he wasn't called, he also made sure to follow him everywhere, according to the Devil, only to check that he wasn't hiding anything that could affect his daughter, or the guests.
But the radio demon was sure that the blonde had other kinds of plans. He just didn't know what they were yet.
It was certainly annoying to have him "glued" to him like he was his own shadow the first few weeks, but with time, Alastor was able to ignore that he was there behind his back, although of course, he had to be quite cautious with his ambitious plans, and the deal he made with the princess.
Anyway, he learned to tolerate for 6 months that the sovereign was following him to the Overlords meetings, when he went to visit Rosie at canibal town, even every time he went out to look for sinners to have fun with and feed himself.
During the redemption exercises that Charlie asked them to participate in, Lucifer would stare at Alastor as if he were going to do something against him, he even followed him at night, as if the dwarf had nothing else to do!
However, despite everything, he did not interfere in his personal affairs at any time, so he let it go and even found a way to make fun of him, sneaking around with his shadow and disorienting him (although Lucifer ended up finding him sooner or later).
Unfortunately the problem came the day his heat came.
Yes, like a deer, Alastor goes through a wave of heat lasting 3 long weeks, in which, he sought to satisfy his darkest sexual desires; that afternoon they were completely alone in the Hotel, Charlie had said that she and the others would arrive at night, since they were going to celebrate everyone's progress.
While Lucifer waited outside Alastor's radio tower, he remained in a fetal position on an armchair, enduring the excessive tremors, the pain of growing need in his wet pussy, and the heat in his entire anatomy.
He was halfway through the transmission of his program, which he obviously couldn't finish, his deep breathing prevented him from continuing to speak naturally, the radio tone was heard choppy and hoarse, so he had to give up for that afternoon, being a weak bastard.
Alastor wanted to go to his artificial forest, only there his aroma of fresh strawberries went unnoticed by the rest of the Hotel, but how was he going to avoid the king of hell if the bastard looked like his shadow?
...
He didn't.
He couldn't, in fact, as much as he tried to escape from Lucifer by locking himself in his chambers, the wretch had appeared in one of those golden portals. He looked at him haughtily from the edge of the forest, leaning both hands on the apple of his cane, and a fucking smile of victory.
He was simply there, humiliating him with his mere presence, Alastor hated him, of course he was.
While Alastor suffered from painful pangs in his belly, desperate gasps for air, and not being able to control his demon form, the bastard Lucifer was enjoying seeing him in that fragile state of submission.
As much as his terrifying appearance and height were imposing, for the king of hell he was immensely insignificant.
He was at his total mercy.
And the poor deer in heat knew it.
—Does it hurt, Bambi?— The sovereign asked, approaching slowly to where the deer was lying on his back, then he brought his cane between those trembling legs, touched Alastor's cute naked pussy with the hard apple, which shuddered pathetically.— Does it hurt not to have a good cock inside to satisfy your heat?
—F... Fuck you Lucifer.— He said in a choppy and distorted voice, burying his overgrown claws in the aqua-green grass; the king laughed, moving his staff away from the demon.
—And miss this juicy opportunity? Hm, I don't think so Bambi.— Alastor growls furiously, he doesn't want that son of a bitch to see him like that for one more second.
It's a bitch to have a heat that forces him to look for someone to fuck him and calm that disgusting biological need; he survived quite well the last few years, but now everything was going to shit because of that arrogant dwarf, who, as he gets closer to Alastor's personal space, he tries to get away.
In vain, his body is not reacting as he wants, it reacts as it should.
Keeping his legs apart, his hips raised, and his deer tail going from one side to the other with excitement.
—Ow, I see you're eager.— He mocked the demon's position, he was completely willing to be taken, even if he didn't want to accept it.— Don't worry Bambi, your king is more than willing to help you.
—Mmh...— His little deer ears flattened, while his antlers grew to their maximum expression; his unbreakable smile embroidered with phosphorescent green threads, as well as a cross on his forehead, his chest with the scar of that wound that Adam's axe left him radiates that greenish light of his voodoo magic, and his eyes completely darkened by the hatred he has for Lucifer at that moment.
Throughout the artificial forest the aroma of his heat is lost, but the king of hell can feel the sweet fruits intensifying with each passing second, he knows that it is Alastor's desperation to see him there, so vulgarly determined to take advantage of his weak situation.
From the first moment Lucifer suspected Alastor's condition, and for that reason he followed him everywhere every day, he would be delighted to help him, to corrupt his fragile innocence without stopping.
Because a chaste being like him deserves that the Devil himself snatches away the only pure thing he has left.
Although he did not expect to see him in his demonic form, and he is completely sure that "doing it" in that way will be a bigger humiliation for the demon.
Alastor was so lost in his own suffering that the only thing he can do is the vague attempt to calm his agitated breathing, or to avoid trembling as he does now. His thighs especially, which are sticky due to the vaginal discharge running down them, the clear sign that he is ready to receive anyone.
Lucifer, with a big smile of triumph, got rid of his coat, vest, and pants, all under the redhead's now tear-clouded gaze.
—What... Do you think you're doing..? — The deer asks between painful gasps of need; the sovereign approaches into the middle of his legs, separating both to see his virgin hole more closely.
—I said I was going to help you Bambi, you can thank me later.— Finally he knelt in front of the demon, shamelessly gave a lick to the swollen and attention-seeking clitoris; Alastor gasps with pleasure as the blond's long, forked tongue surrounds his sensitivity, at first he receives slow and tortuous licks, but with time they become quick and accurate.
From that stimulation alone, Alastor's body shook too much, he never had that kind of contact before, and since he is experiencing it he just lets himself go; the heat has increased in his anatomy, like a wave that begs to get more of that new sensation.
Lucifer concentrates on tasting Alastor's juices, going down his labia majora, licking his inner thighs or even leaving careful kisses; the demon stops tensing his arms and claws, he brings his right hand to cover his mouth, his left hand to his forehead.
—Ummh! aah...~— He suddenly raised his hips, as the forked tongue entered in his tight hole, wet with flow, and the characteristic warm that no one has yet corrupted.
The movements inside him created a vulgar sound that only embarrasses him, he does not tolerate the idea that Lucifer is precisely the one who is going to help him in his heat.
Although at that point, nothing mattered to him.
What he wants is for that horrible heat to dissipate once and for all.
[...]
When Lucifer had enough of playing with the poor deer's pussy, he had already cum on the blonde's face twice, his squirt dripping from his chin and mouth; his little ears were drooping, with slight nervous twitches, while his little tail continued to move happily, showing his clear excitement.
His legs were no longer shaking as much as before, but he continues to raise his hips, moving them slightly, somehow that stimulated him.
At no time did he leave his demonic form, he didn't really see it necessary.
Lucifer positions himself between Alastor's legs, pushing his left one down, and leaning on it, with his right one he also holds on; it's funny that even with his shorter height he has the radio demon completely tamed.
—You're really needy, aren't you Bambi?— He mocked again, probing the head of his thick cock with the redhead's virgin entrance.
—Aah... Shut up...— He fixed his gaze on the artificial dark sky, the small fireflies fluttering and giving a slight light, looking for some kind of comfort there; Lucifer continues to play, pressing the hole or rubbing his phallus between Alastor's dripping folds.
—Oh Alastor~ You're wetter than before. — A static grunt was the reason for his laughter.— Alright, I'll start, but don't complain.— He pushes the head of his penis inside the deer with ease, and when he moaned audibly, Lucifer buried himself with a thrust.
—Aahh~! Lucifer..!— The sudden intrusion created knots of emotion in his belly as an indescribable warmth spread throughout the rest of his being with unimaginable speed; or perhaps it was just his hymen breaking and the crimson liquid was in charge of the heat.
Lucifer noticed this, inside Alastor that liquid enveloped the erect head, then a couple of drops ran down to the trunk, it felt different from vaginal discharge, and for some reason, it only excited him more.
Added to the suctions of the mucous walls that desperately seek to get used to that great intruder.
The deer's drooping little ears tenderly adorning his tangled hair, his little eyes struggling to stay open, and finally the reddishness of his dark cheekbones created a worthy spectacle for the king of hell.
A spectacle that only he has the privilege of admiring.
Alastor arches his back, burying his claws in the grassy floor again, letting the blond ram him freely, and that, that definitely hurts.
It hurts a lot.
His insides stretch little by little, increasing the flow in his little pussy along with the crimson that has stained Lucifer's phallus, its size is enough to rub against the G-spot, which gives him a little bit of pleasure, even if what predominates in his being is the heat.
—Mhgh..! Aah, mmn...— The tears did not take long to fall from his darkened eyes, just as hot as he swore they burn his cheeks; his shadow was restless, he felt the same, and he showed it with that pitiful expression.
And that almost softens Lucifer...
But his desire to desecrate that once virgin deer is greater; without any care Lucifer penetrates, holding on to the inner thighs as Alastor keeps his legs open, he has no strength left to protest beyond his screams resonating and at the same time getting lost in the thick artificial forest. Various voodoo symbols along with the greenish light around him intensify, proof of the suffering he goes through with the rough penetrations, perhaps they would tear his insides apart if it weren't for the large size of his own body.
Lucifer knows he can take him that way.
So he continues again and again, burying his veiny hard cock, each one was received with Alastor's painful moans, as well as grunts or the redhead's desperate attempts to cling to the grass.
At first it was unbearable, he felt pathetic, and not even his taste for physical pain allowed him to enjoy it.
Not until Lucifer took pity on his pleading tears, he began to masturbate Alastor's clitoris in soft circles, and suddenly, the stinging sensation faded away.
—Aahh Lucifer!~ Ohh, mhghn!— The devil himself was surprised to see the sudden change in the radio demon, he was no longer tensing any of his muscles, he responded happily to the touch and even the shadow seemed to enjoy it.
—I see you're already liking it...~— Lucifer started to observe fascinated how Alastor panted loudly and the symbolism as well as the light was diminishing; with a proud smile Lucifer increased the masturbation in the protuberance, extremely in need of more and more.
—Uugh, w-wait s-something's going to come out again..!— The sovereign lets out a soft giggle.
—You're so sensitive Bambi.— A few seconds later the deer squirted with his essence a large part of the blond's grass and phallus; He stifled a loud cry of release as Lucifer finished ramming his pussy, stretching it just enough so he could get in and out without too much trouble.— I love that...
—Nn-ngh! L-Lucifer~!— To the devil's delight, Alastor's moans, broken and static-filled, escaped from his lips, begging with hiw hips for him to cum inside him; his aroma was still uncontrolled, filling the air with it, and motivating his partner to fulfill his cruel whim.
Lucifer felt a shiver run through his spine as Alastor’s broken cries resonated in the room, igniting something primal within him. His grip on the demon’s hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft skin with possessive adoration.
Just like that, the radio demon cum again on the grasp, making Lucifer laugh gently.
—Such a beautiful sight...— Lucifer murmured, his fingers traced along Alastor's quivering thigh as he thrust deeper, touching aggressively the cervix.
—A-ahh, Lucifer… please!, don’t stop, please!— The deer gasped low and trembling.
—Not planning to, Bambi.~— Lucifer held Alastor tighter, each thrust growing more intense as he felt the build-up of tension in his own body.
A few seconds later, the Devil felt his own climax approaching, and with a final thrust, he pushed the demon over the edge, and with a deep groan, he spilled his warmth deep inside Alastor's tight pussy.