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Alastor should have known better than to make a bet with the Devil.
It was a rare occasion when Charlie put Angel Dust in charge of the group bonding activity. She had pre-approved his topic and given him permission to lead the group through an exercise of introspection.
Of course, being Angel Dust, it centered around sex.
The topic: describe a sexual kink that you have tried, or want to try, and explain the psychology of why you are drawn to it.
For the porn star, the topic was relatively mild.
They went around the circle, of course, with Angel Dust starting by explaining the psychological aspects of referring to one's partner as ‘daddy’, and how it was relevant to his insecurities and needing someone to take care of him. Once the others had an example, the discussion took off.
Charlie admitted, with a very red face, that she enjoyed impact play, because it allowed her to lean into her demon nature that she is constantly trying to fight, and gives her a reason to “punish” her partner for minor indiscretions.
Not surprisingly, Vaggie tried to say the same thing, but that her reason was because as a fallen angel, she felt the need to atone for going against Heaven. Angel Dust rightfully told her to pick one unrelated to the princess, which caused some tension, until Vaggie stuttered out the enjoyment of using her wings and feathers for sensory play.
Charlie looked like she was ready to pounce on her girlfriend right there, with her horns out and everything, but moving onto Nifty's turn quelled the entire group's desire.
Nifty's kinks need not be mentioned.
Husk grumbled when it was his turn, but he presented a well thought out dissertation on praise and humiliation and how shame interacts with the sexual experience, leaving everyone, including Angel Dust, stunned. The poor man looked ready to drown himself in booze.
When it got to Alastor's turn, he very easily rebuffed the entire exercise. “No need to think very hard on it, chaps! I have no desire to sample any such activities! No no, I leave that for the younger folks!”
Charlie started to gently pressure him to join in, but Angel cut her off.
“Nuh uh! You ain't gettin’ outta this one, Smiles! I said a kink you may want to try! Now I know ya got an imagination, so use it! Unless ya want all of us to guess what would set ya off?”
Alastor's radio screeched at the audacity of the spider! If it weren't for the others in the room, he would have left Angel Dust with only one pair of arms. And the thrice damned demon was smirking at him!
Before he could beg a pass from Charlie or run like a coward in the shadows, the illustrious king of hell himself sauntered into the gathering, looking pleased as punch for some unknown reason.
“Charlie, Sweety!” He greeted his daughter with a kiss on the cheek. “Watcha doing?”
Much to Alastor's horror, Charlie replied. “Alastor was just about to tell us the meaning behind a kink he would be interested in!”
Lucifer turned with hooded and curious eyes to sweep them over Alastor's seated form, making the demon's pupils spin like dials and turn his grin to a snarl.
“Is he now? This is something I have to hear for myself,” Lucifer said, summoning a chair for himself with golden sparkles, sitting primly and crossing one leg over the other, like a king on his throne.
Bastard. Alastor could wring the man's neck. No one in the room knew they had been fucking for nearly a month now. They had agreed to keep it secret!
“Well, Al?” Angel Dust smirked. “Ya got three seconds to share before we start guessin’.”
Alastor desperately reached for anything that would satisfy the arachnid's curiosity and make the group move on. “Fine! I may not be as well versed as you in the categories, but I do like to hear the screams of my victims. Happy?”
Angel Dust shook his head. “Nope. That's not a kink. Come on, Bambi, try harder!”
Nifty hopped about with a hand in the air. “Oh oh! What about knives!”
“Yes! Of course!” Alastor agreed eagerly. “Why, it's amazing to slice and dice and-”
“Wrong!” Lucifer interjected. “That is more related to your criminal nature. If it doesn't get you hard, it doesn't count.”
Angel Dust blew Lucifer a kiss. “Well said, yer Maj!”
Alastor began to sweat. Was Lucifer going to expose him in front of the others?
“Ah… well…”
“Hunting your victims like prey,” Husk said in a flat voice, trying and failing to sound bored. “You get off on the fear, I know you do.”
Alastor could have given Husk a dozen bottles of the finest wine hell could offer for practically reaching him. “Excellent guess, my good man! Fabulous! Why, I remember like it was yesterday-”
“Every Overlord has a power trip,” Lucifer said, interrupting again. “You probably like the hunt more than others, but did you ever see your victims as sexual beings?”
“Don't be so crude! Of course not!” Alastor snarled, then realized his mistake. “Ah- that is… maybe once or twice…”
Lucifer laughed. “Such a vanilla guy like yourself probably doesn't even know what kinks to try!”
Vanilla?? Alastor was so enraged he fell right into the trap set for him.
“Pray tell, what do you think would be my favorite? Go on! Speak it before your not so innocent daughter!”
Charlie and Lucifer shared a look, then both broke into giggles.
“Alastor,” Charlie said with great amusement. “Dad is the one who gave me The Talk. There's nothing he can say that will embarrass me.”
Well fuck.
Lucifer smirked at seeing Alastor's attempts thwarted. “Hmm, let me see,” he mused, playing up the tension like the showman that he was. “I think the others had good ideas, but the wrong focus. It's not what he does to others, but what is done to him.”
Angel Dust's eyes lit up. “Go on, Big D!”
Alastor was going to roast them over an open spit.
“Alastor is a powerful demon who owns many souls!” Lucifer said grandly. “But how does that translate to sexual activities? Well, it's obvious! He is so used to being the one in control, that he would like to see that flipped around, and have no control over what he can expect.”
Lucifer grinned as he delivered the final blow to Alastor's ego.
“I bet his kink is sensory deprivation. Removing his senses entirely so he cannot guess or predict what is going to happen, and give total control to his partner.”
The others applauded the well thought out prediction, as if he had delivered a compelling argument for world peace.
Alastor's ears pinned back, his knuckles clenched white around his staff. He had never even heard of such a ridiculous kink! His confusion must have been obvious, because Angel began describing the fowl act. Removing sight with blindfolds, touch with restrictions like rope or binding, hearing with headphones or ear plugs, and possibly even speaking with gags.
To be at the complete mercy of another… and trust they would only give pleasure, not pain…
An image entirely unasked for rose to his mind of being tied spread eagle to Lucifer's bed, his eyes shut tight to drown in darkness while the seraphim's wings brushed over his naked flesh. Completely at ease, and waiting to be pleasured.
Oh…
Alastor felt hot all over.
“I think we have a winner!” Angel Dust shouted with glee and kicked his feet.
Charlie tried to divert the humiliation, but it was no use. “Now Alastor, there's nothing wrong with wanting to feel safe and secure when passing control over to-”
It was too much. Far too much. To allow himself to lower his guards in the privacy of his own room with a single person he counted as someone he could trust with the small amount of vulnerability he could control was one thing, but to have his secrets, and his personal preferences discussed by his lover's daughter was simply out of the question.
Alastor tucked his tail and dissolved into shadow, choosing the coward’s way out, since he was not allowed to rain carnage down upon those who would humiliate him. Though oddly enough, no one there saw sex as something to be humiliated about, but that was them and his mother raised him right!
He did not emerge until he was safe in his bayou, alone and unperceived. He collapsed by the pond, releasing a snarling howl that was closer to an elk bellow, his antlers three feet long and his eyes spinning with fury.
He took a stick and drew in the dirt a figure of Lucifer with his stupid top hat and foolish face. Then he stomped all over it.
“Wow. You are upset.”
Alastor rounded on the voice, not at all shocked to see Lucifer himself lounging against a cedar tree. The cad!
“Get out!” Alastor snapped, several feet of writhing shadow limbs emerging from his back. The green stitches on his mouth pulled at the jagged lips. “If you think I will even entertain the notion of inviting you to my room tonight then you are absolutely, positively, the most idiotic man in all of-!”
Somewhere in his rant, Lucifer shifted to his snake form, slithering across the room to wrap around Alastor's ankle, then coiled his way up the demon's body while he shrieked, ending up around Alastor's neck and placing a cheeky little kiss on his nose.
“Hey big guy, I'm sorry,” the snake said. “You told me to keep up appearances in public, but I went a little overboard. Let me make it up to you?”
Alastor scoffed and slumped to the boggy ground with a sulky huff. No matter which way he turned his head, Lucifer's serpentine snout followed him with more kisses.
“Enough, you old windbag!” Alastor tried untangling his lover, but Lucifer wrapped himself around the antlers instead, stubbornly clinging on. “Fine! You win! Though it was humiliating to display my laundry before the others, you did behave as I requested. Why are you here? Won't they become suspicious?”
Lucifer finally slithered down and returned to his humanoid form, pressing himself to Alastor's back and wrapping his arms around the very snatchable waist, humming and nuzzling into the fuzzy red hair.
“I left a clone in place. Only Charlie will be able to tell the difference, and only if she is paying attention. Right now they are discussing vulnerabilities. I must say, it was surprising that you allowed yourself to be drawn into such a topic.”
“I had a handle on it! Until you arrived!”
“Silly buck,” Lucifer nipped affectionately at the back of the demon's neck, causing them to shiver. “We could just tell them you have captured the eye of the king of Hell. Then you wouldn't have to hide.”
“Ha! And let everyone know who is sticking their dick in the Radio Demon?! I might as well let Vox put my face in neon lights with a dildo shaped microphone!”
Nope. No. Absolutely not. Vox's fantasies about him were bad enough without giving him more material to work with!
“My sweet hart,” the devil cooed, his greedy fingers slipping into Alastor's shirt. “Do you really think I would allow the masses to ridicule my lover? Don't you trust me?”
“No.”
Alastor wiggled beneath the touching, contrary to his stubborn refusal. Ever since he had fallen in bed with the Devil, he had been increasingly needy for those divine hands on his body.
“Then that proves my earlier theory,” Lucifer continued relentlessly, slyly removing each button one by one to expose the fawn dappled fur beneath. “You have to be in control of every tiny detail. But isn't that exhausting? Wouldn't you like to try putting that heavy burden down? Just to relax?”
“I now understand why Eve took the apple.”
“I bet you would like it.”
“Hah! To have my senses taken away and be at your mercy? I bet you I would hate it!”
There. Right there. That had been his mistake.
Whoever made a bet with the Devil was bound to lose.
That was why Alastor was spread eagle on Lucifer's bed, restricted by golden chains at the wrists and ankles that pulsed with angelic grace that muffled his powers.
In retrospect, he should have just kept his damn mouth shut.
“You look beautiful like, cheri,” Lucifer purred, admiring the sight before him.
Alastor tugged on the restraints, his breathing already beginning to pick up. He was used to being nude around Lucifer now, but to have his movements restricted and his pussy on display was trying his short tolerance for any of it.
Alastor's ears twitched furiously, showing that he wanted to run. Oh, that delicious flight or fight mode. Lucifer's grin widened. He knew if Alastor was pushed far enough, he would enter a third nervous state: the fawn reaction.
Lucifer held up a blood red eye mask made of lace and satin and showed it off. “Would you like this next? Or the gag?”
Alastor gnashed his teeth, knowing this would be the last chance he would be able to resist. “I thought the point of this entire exercise was that I wasn't allowed to choose.”
“The point, my silly buck, is to trust me,” Lucifer replied before slipping the lace mask over the demon's face. “Such a shame to hide those beautiful eyes. I love to see them full of tears when you choke on my cock.”
Alastor flushed with an assortment of emotions at the memory, only last week, of when he had refused to release Lucifer's full member, completely drunk on the sensations of his ears being grasped and his face held against the king's pelvis while his open throat was fucked raw. Stars above, just the memory was making his cunt ache.
“Y-you fiend! I'll turn you into Jambalaya! I'll roast your legs in butter! I'll-! MPPHHH!”
The ball gag, which was in the shape of an apple, was shoved between his teeth and secured behind his head.
“You're so adorable when you threaten me. But this time your mouth will just have to wait. If you're a good boy and relax, I can give you something to suck later.”
Alastor grunted, trying to bite the gag that kept his jaw open to an uncomfortable measure. With his vision gone, everything else exploded with sensations that his brain was eagerly trying to sort and categorize and process. The sheets beneath him felt twice as soft, the mattress yielding to his form. The chains on his wrist were harsh in contrast, supplying a delicious juxtaposition for his brain to muse on.
His ears were frantically trying to pick up on every sound to determine what Lucifer was doing now. He had refused to have his hearing muffled, and Lucifer had agreed, saying he wanted Alastor to be able to hear him anyway.
No touch, no sight, no voice.
Alastor trembled, feeling more exposed than when he had been bleeding out on the bayou ground waiting for the hunting dogs to tear him apart.
“Easy there, my buck,” Lucifer's voice caressed like a hymn. “Remember that you can end this whenever you want. All you have to do is make your shadow get my attention. Ah, there he is! Hello, cutie!”
Alastor's ears pinned to the sides. His traitorous familiar was like a puppy whenever Lucifer was around. Still, it was his only form of communication aside from the radio close by. Though his shadow was more in tune with his emotions, so to speak, and would be more honest.
The brush of something soft across his belly made Alastor twitch. Feathers. It was only feathers. Did that mean Lucifer had his wings on display? Curse this stupid blindfold!
“Are you ready to begin, pet?”
Pet?! Alastor was no pet!
The radio clicked on and blasted out “You Ain't Nothin’ But A Hound Dog”, making Lucifer laugh with delight.
“So sweet like this… I could just eat you up.”
Alastor's imagination went wild with the mere suggestion. Did Lucifer mean literally? Would they disembowel him and chew on his bones while keeping him alive? Would they tear into Alastor's flesh and feed strips of it to him? Or did they mean cunnilingus, like the first time Lucifer had plunged his serpentine tongue into Alastor's cunt and ate him out until he was panting and squirming, desperate to cum from that alone?
The demon moaned, arching his back ever so slightly. Whichever the devil chose, he was sure to enjoy it.
“Ah, you liked that, did you?” Lucifer's voice sounded smug. “I have an entire feast before me, and I am so fucking hungry.”
The feathers brushed over his entire body this time, making Alastor writhe at the tickling sensation. They were chased by different objects, and Alastor strained to guess what each one was.
That was definitely Lucifer's tail, wrapping around his thigh and playing with his nipples.
And that had to be claws tracing circles on his chest. Or maybe a symbol. A word? Was Lucifer writing on him? What did it say? It better not be embarrassing!
“So tense. You haven't decided to trust me yet. You think at any moment I am going to do something you wouldn't approve of. Ask yourself, Alastor, would I destroy something I worked so hard for? If you spent hours cooking your favorite meal, and it tasted perfect, would you just throw it away?”
Why was Lucifer just chattering about nothing? If Alastor was able to speak he would demand them to get on with it. Patience wasn't exactly his strong suit.
Pain blossomed on Alastor's inner thigh muscle, close to his sex. He grunted and tried to kick, but his leg was held firm by the chain. Lucifer had bitten him!
“Focus on me, darling. I know exactly what you like. I could spend hours taking you apart. There's no rush at all.”
Hours? He was to be chained up for hours?!
Alastor thrashed, grunting, whimpering, on the verge of calling it quits. He couldn't endure this slow torture for hours!
Another bite to his inner thigh made Alastor become still, breathing heavily through his nose. The pain was something to focus on. It was real.
“That's it, beautiful. You like it when I bite you.”
It was true. Alastor loved being bitten. He had discovered that early on. If Lucifer kept that up for hours… would that be terrible?
“Good. Excellent. Being still and waiting for more. Such a patient buck.”
A bite to Alastor's hip made him gasp again. He expected another one on the opposite side, but instead the teeth latched onto his shoulder. Each new bite was somewhere new, keeping him guessing, leaving a delicious ache behind.
Ok… maybe this wasn't so bad. It was only what they had done before, and Alastor was familiar with. The trust exercise came from not knowing what Lucifer would do next.
“Look at you… on edge and so keyed up. I bet if I just added a little pressure right… here…”
-Alastor gasped at the press of a digit to his clit-
“Good boy. Now cum for me.”
The harsh bite on Alastor's neck combined with the steady pressure on the most sensitive spot of his body made him shatter into a million pieces. He moaned around against the gag, the radio glitching between stations as he rode the waves of his first orgasm, then slumped to the mattress, boneless and panting.
“Oh my! Now that got you soaked! Ha! Worked like a charm.”
Alastor could only groan. Lucifer's hands felt nice on his waist, petting and caressing him until his breathing slowed down.
“Beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking. Feel better, sweet hart?”
Reluctantly, Alastor nodded, his tail wiggling against the mattress. This wasn't so bad.
“Time for another.”
Another?!
“Did you think I would be satisfied with one?”
Alastor didn't have to wait for Lucifer's next move. That devilish tongue began lapping at the fresh slick that coated the blushing folds like a dog wirh his favorite treat. The renewed pleasure, so soon after the first orgasm, had Alastor quivering and moaning, slowly relinquishing the fight at the assault on his cunt. Lucifer's soft groans of appreciation lingered in the air, and Alastor could just imagine the look of utter bliss on the king's face that always appeared when he was between Alastor's thighs.
Alastor's fears began to quiet, along with the doubts. A pleasant buzz settled over his entire body, the sensation of floating replacing the earlier resistance.
What had Angel Dust called it? Ah. Subspace. Interesting.
“There you are,” Lucifer cooed. The warmth of his voice made stars burst in Alastor's chest. “Such a good boy, relaxing for me. Is it alright if I call you a doe from now on?”
Alastor nodded. After all, why not? Whatever Lucifer wanted, since he was being so well taken care of.
“Hmmm, I should reward you for doing as i asked. I am going to turn you over, darling. All you have to do is relax.”
It felt strange to be picked up with not one, but two sets of hands. Alastor didn't have to see to hear the extra chuckles and pleased hum like a tiny echo. Lucifer must have cloned himself. Well, three is a party.
Instead of being laid on his stomach, Alastor was bent over a sturdy surface, his elbows resting in front and his wrists tied together and secured. He was still on the bed, but was now at the perfect height to be fucked from behind. His tail instantly perked up, showing off his holes.
“So eager! Much better than before. You're doing an excellent job trusting me.”
Alastor flushed at the praise. Now his back and ass were given the same treatment as the front, with soft touches of feathers and petting being replaced with bites and light claw tracing.
Alastor relaxed his chest and cheek against the surface he lay on, moaning into the apple gag. It felt so nice just to drift…
A sharp smack to his backside sent his hips rutting into the support, the gag muffling his scream of surprise.
“Hah! Got ya. Did you think I would be easy on you? I know you too well, my sweet doe.”
Fresh flames burned in Alastor's gut, growing hotter with each strike to his ass. It wasn't just the sharp pain, but the simple act of being spanked like a naughty child that set his blood boiling with a mixture of humiliation and shame.
Then those devilish claws began raking down his spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Alastor writhed, desperate for anything to provide friction to his aching pussy. When a smooth and blunt surface teased his entrance, he shoved himself back to present, practically sobbing for relief.
“My my my… just look at you. A little pain and you're so desperate for my cock!”
Alastor whined, not bothering to deny it. If it weren't for the gag he would be begging by now.
“What if I give you something to suck on, like I promised? Would you like that?”
Alastor vigorously nodded.
“Very well, but once this gag comes out I don't want any talking. Only your open mouth, ready to take me.”
Oh he would, he absolutely would. No doubt about it. Anything to feel that heavy member on his tongue and in his throat-
The gag loosened, then was removed. Alastor licked his lips and moved his aching jaw for a brief moment, then settled on his elbows and tilted his face back, his mouth open and his tongue out, panting eagerly while he waited.
“Fuck…” Lucifer gasped, two voices groaning in tandem. “Do you have any idea how pretty you like right now?”
A steady hand took hold of the top of Alastor's hair, but he made sure to stay perfectly still until the familiar smooth surface of Lucifer's cock began to rub against his lips. The pungent smell of their skin and musk, along with the scent of precum that Lucifer was so graciously smearing about like lipstick, had Alastor groaning with need. At the same time, a second and identical cock was doing the exact same thing to his cunt.
“Pussy and mouth… all for me. Well, for us, haha!”
In one motion, Alastor took them both.
“Easy there,” one Lucifer said.
“Take it all….” the other purred.
It was a good thing he was tied down, since trying to stay still when a massive cock was filling him to the brim in the back and then stuffing his mouth full in the front was easier said than done. Tears leaked out from the face mask, leaving trails down Alastor's cheek.
It was ten, no, a hundred times more intense with his vision and touch blocked.
“God above!!”
“Fucking Hell!”
“That's- ah- so good!”
“Still so fucking tight…”
“So hot… your mouth is perfect!”
One Lucifer started thrusted, which shoved Alastor's face into the pelvis of the other. He was bounced from one end to the other, silently grateful that they were starting off slow. Saliva gathered around his mouth and dripped down his chin.
All he could do was lie there and take it.
“So good for me…”
“I couldn't- ah- decide… what to fuck first…”
“So I decided… why not fuck both ends at the same time?”
“Do you feel me, Alastor? All the way at the back of your throat, guzzling me down like a hungry little whore?”
Alastor couldn't contain the lusty moan from escaping, humming around the girth as the cock slid in and out of his throat.
“What about deep in your womb, huh? Your greedy little cunt ready to take my seed and grow a healthy little prince, right?”
He sobbed harder, his walls clenching around the cock that could defy the laws of the afterlife and make him fertile again. He would happily place his entire body in service to the devil. To be a vessel for their seed and continue the king's bloodline. He would be hailed as a miracle, the only sinner besides the queen to get pregnant and deliver a child for the throne.
He had never wanted children before, but in this moment, while he was at the mercy of the devil's fantasies, he craved it.
Fill me. Breed me. Make my body wholly devoted to you.
“You're going to cum again- ah- isn't that right? You're squeezing me so tight!”
“That's it… just a little more… ah… I'm gonna- fill your throat with- fuck- almost-!”
Alastor used his tongue to press against the bottom of the cock, nearly instantly rewarded with a sharp cry above his head and then the salty liquid pouring into his mouth. The taste sent him soaring, his muscles clenching, his consciousness bursting as he broke and climaxed again. He wasn't sure if he was breathing or not. It didn't matter. He was so full, and it felt so damn good.
Only when the cock was removed from his mouth and the one behind him increased the speed of thrusts did he stutter another moan as his hair was viciously pulled and the same warm gush emptied inside his pulsing cunt. Alastor collapsed against the support, panting and gasping for breath, barely paying attention to the sweet kisses on his forehead and mouth and the licks to clean him.
“So good… so perfect…”
His wrists were released, and he was gently picked up and deposited on the soft pillows, his heaving body sandwiched between two firm ones that felt and acted exactly like his Lucifer.
Oh. It was his Lucifer. Just extra.
“That was so incredible, my doe. Do you want me to remove this now?”
A soft tug on the eye mask made Alastor shake his head. He didn't want light to interrupt his peaceful floating just yet.
“Ok, darling. I am just going to hold you until you're ready. Hmmm, I could take a nap right about now.”
The chains vanished. Alastor's limbs felt strangely light without them. He nuzzled against Lucifer's chest and heaved a sigh, feeling every muscle relax and become loose. He had never known such a level of comfort was possible. He would happily stay put until the end of time itself, cradled in the arms of his angel.
“Silly thing,” Lucifer chuckled as he watched the thoroughly fucked out demon enjoy his subspace. “I told you that you would enjoy it. I'll happily do it again whenever you want.”
He settled down and yawned, banishing his clone for now. Maybe next time he could convince Alastor to try double penetration. He knew they would enjoy that just as much.
Lucifer would even bet on it.