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“Victory! We have victory!!”
Alastor heard the cry be taken up by the legions surrounding him as the enemy put down their arms. Swords, spears, shields, and bows were tossed into piles while his soldiers of imps and succubus disarmed the broken opponents who held up their hands and begged for their lives.
They had won the day, and had suffered only minor casualties. Alastor wiped the blood from his blade and returned it to the sheath, now disguised as a harmless staff topped with a deer skull that was his sigil. He began shouting instructions to his lieutenants, who relayed them to the unit captains.
Spare all who agreed to swear loyalty to King Morningstar.
No quarter to those who refused.
Alastor himself had emerged relatively unscathed. He had joined the fighting early on, but had stepped back to observe and calculate any sudden shifts and issue orders to counter them. That is what made him a great general, and the right hand man of the king.
He fiddled with a rip in his uniform sleeve, scowling slightly at appearing so unprofessional and dingy. He was fastidious when it came to his appearance, even on the battlefield. The soldiers ought to see their commander be calm and unshakable, and the enemy should see a terrifying smile before they tasted steel.
Thus far, Alastor had never lost a battle.
His attention was pulled by the sound of a lieutenant telling a group of enemy imps to swear their loyalty or die. One rather large fellow spat in the mud and growled.
“Long live King Satan!”
Happy to have an outlet, Alastor strode over with a smile, his hands tucked behind his back. He was relatively clean and tidy with his red and black hair pulled back into a ponytail and his antlers sharpened to razor points between his fluffy ears, but he was no less imposing in his General uniform that sported the Morningstar colors of white and red, with a bursting sun on his left lapel.
He stopped in front of the defiant imp and bent at the waist to address them.
“A king, you say? How interesting. It looks to me as if your precious Satan has lost. There is only one king on this field today.”
The imp shook with rage, then opened his mouth to shout more defiance. With a swift and artistic slice of his sword, Alastor beheaded them. The blood soaked body slumped to the ground, and on cue the other imps begged for mercy and swore allegiance to King Morningstar.
Alastor laughed with delight, putting his sword away and skipping off to continue his overview of the aftermath.
He didn't get more than a hundred feet when a frantic incubus approached him, a captain of moderate rank by the gold band on his shoulder. Ordinarily, Alastor wouldn't allow such low ranks to speak to him directly, but he could see the terror in the pink eyes and decided to wave that boundary.
“Radio General, sir! You have to come right away! It's the king! We told him the enemy has surrendered but he won't stop killing! He's even taken out a few of our own!”
Alastor's ears perked up, sniveling about until he caught the far off sound of ringing steel and insane laughter. Lucifer was in one of his moods again. Alastor's grin widened with anticipation.
“You did the right thing in coming straight to me, my good man!” Alastor praised the captain with a clap on the shoulder. “I see a promotion for your quick thinking! No need to escort me, I know exactly how to find our dear leader!”
He disappeared into the shadows, letting his familiar lead the way, racing beneath puddles of blood and dismembered bodies until he reached an area where the screams had not yet ceased. When he stood on his own feet again, he had to pause to admire the view.
Lucifer was in his glory, six seraphim wings out and his brow adorned with the horns and flame. His eyes were blood red, and a few extra were peeking out from the feathers on his wings. His tail was like a lasso, grabbing helpless victims that came too close and strangling them by the neck. Bodies were scattered about his feet, many of them with contorted faces, positioned in a way that revealed they had been trying to run away before they were cut down.
Lucifer was laughing as his claws tore into imps, succubus, and hounds. His sword had been discarded long ago. Blood of various colors decorated his white shirt and alabaster skin, enhancing his heavenly beauty with the sacrilege.
Alastor was transfixed. The sight of his king in a berserk rage never failed to heat his blood and drench his cunt with desire. These moods happened when Lucifer personally fought in the battles, though they were few and far between. Once Lucifer had the taste of blood in his mouth, his demonic nature took over.
Unfortunately it came with the side effect of Lucifer momentarily losing his mind.
That didn't bother Alastor. He could have stood and watched until every soul but his own was eliminated from the field. With no one around, they could fuck under the open sky. But losing too many soldiers was bad for morale, so Alastor had to eventually step in.
A pleading imp shrieked as the king he served bore down on him, his life flashing before his eyes. He cowered on the ground, waiting for the claws to rip into his flesh, when the clash of metal and an annoyed howl made him flinch. The imp gazed upon his savior, the Radio General who had blocked the king's hand with his sword, and squeaked his gratitude before skittering away.
“My king,” Alastor purred in greeting, his shoulders strained with the effort of holding his sword against Lucifer's strength. The burning eyes looked at him without recognition, wrath and fury mixed together in their depths, radiating with power. If he wasn't trying to keep his hide in one piece, Alastor might have dropped to his knees and opened his mouth right then. “Your playtime is over, I am afraid. Time to return to your senses.”
It took all his strength to shove Lucifer backwards, but Alastor had lots of practice in that regard. It only worked for a second, and then Lucifer was rushing at him, claws outstretched. He danced on nimble hooves to stay out of reach, laughing as he parried Lucifer's swings with his blade, sparks bursting from the contact as if the devil's claws were made of steel instead of keratin.
It was a dance like any others, the danger increasing the lust that poured through Alastor's veins as if a dam had been broken. Stars above, he loved it when Lucifer was unhinged! The devil was glorious when his restraint was relaxed, the chains of his rules and kindness that kept his immense power in check open for a brief moment.
They say to fear when a good man goes to war.
Alastor was a whore for it.
“Missed me!” Alastor sang, twisting to the side. “Woops! Do better, old chap!”
His only saving grace when Lucifer was in a berserk rage was that the less control the devil had, the more flaws in his fighting. His swings were wide as he relied on strength more than cunning, which allowed Alastor to slip in and out of his space in a teasing manner, keeping Lucifer's attention completely on him.
There were two ways to derail Lucifer's bloodlust: exhaust him or distract him.
Alastor's plan was the second. Little by little, as the sweat built up in his fur and hair, Alastor unbuttoned the top of his jacket and shirt, letting his scent emerge in tantalizing whiffs. He knew it had triggered Lucifer's interest when the king paused, eyes wide and claws twitching, the two desires warring for control in his brain. Alastor released his hair, shaking the damp locks about and running his fingers through it to release more of the smell.
“Whatever is the matter, my king? Do you smell something you want? Is it my blood, or… perhaps something else?”
Lucifer took a step forward. Alastor held his ground, searching for the change that meant he was no longer in danger of being torn from limb. Not that the prospect was an unwelcome one, just not what he was going for.
Lucifer snarled and Alastor raised his blade just in time to spare his throat.
“Not yet,” he laughed. “Oh well, what's a little fencing between friends?” Alastor slipped into the shadows and emerged behind Lucifer's back. “My body is on the menu, darling, but you'll have to catch me first!”
He leapt into the air with a mocking laugh, but he did not anticipate the golden chain that wrapped around his waist and yanked him from the sky. Alastor hit the ground with an undignified “oof!”, then found the sky was blocked by a dark figure with glowing red eyes.
For a second, real fear shuddered across Alastor's skin. If Lucifer wasn't ready to change his focus, then he was a dead man.
“Lucifer! Wait- I am-!”
The claws took hold of the front of his jacket and pulled, the cloth rendering at the seams with barely any resistance. Relief made Alastor briefly drop his head to the ground. Oh good, his scent had gotten through in time.
Lucifer dropped to his knees, straddling Alastor's figure. His eyes were still glowing red, but the expression was different in a subtle way that only Alastor was allowed to experience. His wings were spread out in a glorious display behind him.
Red was the color of death and blood. But it was also the color of passion.
“Mine!” The devil hissed, taking another fistful of clothes and shredding them. The scent that lay beneath the layers called to him, changing the chemistry in his blood to pleasure seeking. Alastor lay back and let it happen, not even mad that his uniform was being wrecked. Soon it would be more than just his uniform…
“Is this what you want, my king?” The radio demon smirked, arching his chest up and into the eager hands. His lungs were still heaving from the exercise of trying to out last the devil, the fur on his chest damp with sweat. The more sweat, the more scent. The more frantic Lucifer became. “Then why don't you take it?”
The answering snarl made his cunt clench. Lucifer's teeth found his neck and latched on, causing the demon to howl at the pain.
“Fuck! That's- good… give me more, Lucifer…”
More of his uniform was torn off and discarded, but only when Lucifer's claws hooked on his pants did Alastor remember that they were still exposed and out in the open.
He liked to be admired, but not quite like that. Besides, no one else was allowed to see Lucifer in such an intimate way.
So he grabbed Lucifer and wrapped them both in shadows, racing them across the battlefield, bypassing the defensive palisades and stakes, underneath the stomping hooves of the calvary, and back to the encampment where they had set up their army base. The largest tent was the command center, but just next to it was a small but grand personal tent that was crowned with a sunburst on top. Lucifer's personal tent.
Being no fool, Alastor took them straight to the bed, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't care what surface they fucked on. Once they were in their corporal forms again, Alastor placed Lucifer's hand on the inner seam of his pants.
“What are you waiting for?” He challenged, gripping one of Lucifer's curling horns. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
Lucifer wasted no time turning the rest of Alastor's uniform into rags. The sleeves were barely clinging to his shoulders, and the middle of the pants were gone, exposing the red and luscious cunt that was soaked in juice, waiting to be filled. Alastor cried out briefly when Lucifer's fingers sank in deep, his eyes rolling with pleasure as feral bites littered his feverish skin. He writhed beneath the devil's weight, trying to spread his legs a little wider to entice the king to skip the foreplay.
“Typical,” Alastor snapped, scratching at Lucifer's belt. “I must do everything around here.”
Lucifer's wings beat the air a few times before disappearing, but he must be regaining a few of his senses back, since he smacked Alastor's hand away and turned the deer roughly to his stomach. Alastor only had time to grip the sheets before his hair was pulled back by a strong hand, straining his neck, and his hips were lifting in an obvious precursor of what was about to happen.
The flex of Lucifer's muscles couldn't be more arousing.
Alastor gasped when he was breached, then moaned like a whore at being stuffed full in a single thrust. It felt so right to have Lucifer's cock reaching to the deepest parts of his body. He rocked on his knees to settle in, but he didn't need to. Lucifer released his hair to handle his waist, holding him still to thrust mercilessly inside.
“Fuck!” Alastor cried out, his static going haywire as his dials flickered uncontrollably through stations. He heard the squelch of their hips meeting and flushed even hotter, knowing what it would look to see Lucifer's pelvis hitting the white underside of his tail.
Lucifer sometimes liked to indulge in full length mirrors, just so Alastor could watch himself get wrecked.
“Mine,” that devilish voice growled again, half bent over Alastor's back. “All mine… smell so good… I need… to fuck you… to claim…”
“Do it!” Alastor hissed, reaching behind his head to grasp onto a horn once more. Lucifer's lips were on his shoulder, but they were too tender for his liking. “Show them all that I belong to you!”
Lucifer obliged, sinking his teeth into the thick shoulder muscle while Alastor wailed his pleasure and came without warning, his cunt squeezing the thick cock for the first of many orgasms. He knew Lucifer wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, and that could take a while.
Thankfully his orgasm helped to loosen his joints, making him more limber and relaxed, able to surrender more control and allow the king to take his pleasure. Every time Alastor broke apart and lost his breath to a climax, he added more bites and scratches to Lucifer's skin.
He was fucked on his back, on his side, and folded in half. One release wasn't enough to calm Lucifer down, and Alastor's cunt was thick with both cum and his own juices. Only the blood red sigil on his lower abdomen, situated over his womb, kept the seed from taking root. Of course he wanted to give Lucifer an heir, and claim his rightful place by their side, but it needed to happen at the most opportunistic time.
That didn't mean he couldn't taunt Lucifer with what was still forbidden.
“My king,” he gasped into Lucifer's ear. “My love… you feel so good like this… fucking me in every way. I love how forceful you are when you're like this…”
A small grunt was the only reply, but a stutter in the thrusts made Alastor believe their game was coming to an end. He was exhausted, but wanted one more before he was finished. Hopefully that was all Lucifer needed.
Time to show his hand.
“I'm so full… I'll be round with your fawn in no time… thick with your child and revealing how virile and fertile we are…”
Lucifer groaned against his fur, his panting increasing as his cock pounded deep into Alastor's pussy. He was so far gone, he could only whine into Alastor's mouth with sloppy kisses.
“That's it, my love,” Alastor crowned. “Give me another… one more… cum inside me and fill my womb… ah! Fuck! I am- almost- ah! There!”
Alastor clung to Lucifer's shoulders, right on the edge of the cliff, his lungs bursting, his head tossed back as he teetered, just waiting to fall.
“You want my fawn, beautiful?”
Alastor started at Lucifer's voice. It was a shock to see the red glow had been replaced by golden irises, dark with lust that bordered on love. They never seemed to talk about the emotional side of things, but who needed words when they had this kind of devotion?
“L-Lucifer!”
“I know what you're doing,” the devil murmured, pressing Alastor down into the mattress, his tail lashing side to side. “Trying to fuck the madness out of me, huh?”
Alastor's laugh was broken by sobbing moans. Lucifer had somehow sped up.
“It… worked… didn't it?”
“Did you spell the tent?”
“Why would I do that?”
Lucifer's growl sharpened the ache in Alastor's cunt.
“You mean everyone in the whole damn camp has been hearing your whorish sounds? What should be for my ears only?”
Alastor wasn't sorry. Not when his small acts of defiance made Lucifer fuck him twice as hard. He was going to be sore for weeks after this.
“Ah- ah! B-better that- that your subjects know- who has their king- wrapped around his antlers- oh fuck!”
“You brat,” Lucifer chuckled, flashing his teeth at the demon's audacity. “You just like the power trip of being my paramour.”
“If- if I am guilty- does that mean I am going to Hell?”
Lucifer burst into laughter, bending to kiss his lover with passion and desire, his tongue tasting Alastor's mouth and frantic moans.
“You're going to cum again… the mighty Radio General, begging and pleading for my cock… tell me, darling, who you belong to, and I'll stuff you to the brim.”
Alastor whined, briefly resisting the demand to name the one who held him in thrall. Truthfully, he loved when Lucifer forced it from him, especially after a dozen orgasms.
“Yours,” he breathed, unable to lie when the king was balls deep in his cunt. “Always… yours… my love…”
Lucifer kissed him, moaning in appreciation. He pressed a thumb to Alastor's clit and fucked as hard as he could. Alastor's cry of ecstasy could be heard from the corners of the camp, fizzling out into static.
It took some time for Alastor to return to his body. He wasn't entirely sure how long it had been, but his shadow was lounging on the wall of the tent next to him, drunk and purring. He turned away from the familiar and sought the warmth of Lucifer's arms, curling into the strong chest with a deep and satisfied sigh.
“Are you ok?” Lucifer asked, gently patting the fluffy ears. Concern had returned to his voice. “Did I… I didn't hurt you, did I?”
“Am I complaining?” Alastor hummed.
“Come on, Al. Give me a full report.”
The demon huffed. “Well I am numb below my waist, but I quite like it so don't you dare heal me until it wears off.”
Those angelic lips pressed to Alastor's sweaty forehead. “If you're sure…”
“Quite sure. Now hush and pamper me before I bite you.”
Lucifer's chuckle made him shiver pleasantly. “Do you want me to clean you?”
Alastor considered that. He could feel the cum leaking from him, but he had worked hard for that privilege, damnit.
“In a little while,” Alastor yawned. “After we nap.”
“Shouldn't we go see how the battle is-”
“Oh, we won, darling! The others can clean up. No one will dare bother us for a while.”
Lucifer groaned. “I doubt anyone will want to be within ten miles of here.”
“Do you really think I was that loud?” Alastor asked, pleased.
“Honey, they heard you at the Pearly Gates.”
“Excellent.”
Lucifer laughed again, helpless and in love with the feisty demon who had snagged his heart. His hand hovered over the slight bulge in Alastor's abdomen, the desire sparking to life again as he traced the red snake and apple sigil he had placed on the skin below the navel.
“I heard you beg for my fawns,” he murmured. “You only do that when I have shown off my powers. What did I do, exactly?”
Alastor preened, shuffling a little to be more comfortable in their arms. “Your wings and horns were showing. You were glorious.”
“Ah… I see.” Lucifer buried his embarrassed face against the back of Alastor's neck. “I don't mean to- to get like that… the army must hate me.”
“On the contrary!” Alastor twisted about. “They are quite proud to serve under you! The great and fearsome warlord himself! King Morningstar! Ask any of them, and they will tell you!” He leaned in to kiss the sulking lips. “Maybe I have been dreaming of children lately. Your throne is secure, and with this battle the war with Satan should be over. Once we have his surrender, perhaps you can lift this spell.”
He placed his own warm hand over Lucifer's on his stomach, amused at the uncoordinated blink that the devil made. Then he was inundated with kisses.
“You mean it?” Lucifer grinned, his tail wagging like a dog's. “You're ready to have my child?”
“Children,” Alastor corrected him with a smirk. “I have a feeling there are many in our future.”
“I fucking love you, Al!”
Alastor laughed at the kisses, moaning into the king's mouth, spreading his legs again to welcome their cock into his body to seal the deal. They didn't have to fuck with abandon like before, only join their bodies together like their souls, comforting and familiar. They lay for hours like that, discussing the future and napping, savoring their victory and the kingdom they would forge together.