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Angel Dusts walks down a quiet corridor of the hotel. The new hotel was far bigger then the previous one, Lucifer having gone all out at his daughter requests for something "bigger and brighter" for the new guests to see. It definitely has character, Angel would give it that much.
He continues down the hallway, eyes glued to his phone screen, has he makes his way towards the lobby. Cherri claming to have some new tea for him about one of the new hotel residents.
He types away on his phone as he nears a set of double doors that lead into the new staff dinner hall. Charlie wanting a place where just the little hotel family could eat and unwind without the chaos of the hotel around them.
As he passes the doors, Angel hears the muffled sound of voices just beyond them and pauses. Glancing back, he notices that the doors are slightly open and he thinks he recognizes whose on the other side. Curiosity gets the better of him as Angel peeks through the opening.
He sees that Alastor and Lucifer are setting the table with dinnerware and decorations for what looks like another one of Charlie's upcoming events. Alastor sets down a large bowl of apples he was holding onto the table and raises an eyebrow in Lucifers direction on the other side of the long table.
"Forgive me your majesty" Alastor begins, "but you're form isn't exactly intimidating. You're far too... fun sized."
Lucifer glances at him, wearing a very smug look on his face.
"Oh really? You don't seem to mind my size or form any other time. Especially when the horns and wings come out." Luficer purrs out, wiggling his eyebrows. Alastor rolls his eyes, flushing slightly at the crude remark.
"That's different! I don't find your other features intimidating. I find them breath taking and admire their beauty. The harsh angles and sharpness of your horns represent power and the crown you wear over this kingdom. The beauty of your wings are a reminder of your corrupted divinity. Your tail is the whip of command you have over your subjects and the spade is the cruelty you can deliver but are too benevolent to without proper cause or reasoning."
Lucifer couldn't help but to stare at Alastor, stunned. Of all the the things he thought Alastor would fire back with, that had not been it. Alastor continued to set the table, refusing to look at Lucifer.
"That being said, you still look like a clown."
This fucking brat.
Lucifer frowns and slowly starts walking towards Alastor's side of the table.
"Well for your information, I didn't always take this smaller form. Believe it or not. I actually took this form because of Charlie."
Alastor pauses at this, eyebrows pinching in confusion and looks over at Lucifer breifly before continuing to fuss over the dinnerware. Clearly not registering how close the fallen angel had gotten.
"Charlie?"
"Yeah. When she was like really really young, my usual form frightened her. So I took a smaller, less threatening form for her. Something that would be more... approachable. She liked it and Hell didn't really seem to care so it just kinda stuck and I never really had the urge or reason to shift back."
Lucifer was now standing behind Alastor. Alastor, unaware how close Lucifer was or that he was nearly being pinned to the table, thought about what Lucifer had just said.
"Well sire, forgive me for being forward, but I honestly doubt any form you take would be seen as intimidating."
When Lucifer speaks again, it is in a much deeper tone, almost polyphonic in nature.
"Is that so?"
Alastor jumps and whirls around to look at Lucifer only to be met face first with a broad chest. Alastor cranes his head up for a change to see Lucifer looming over him. Alastor presses back against the table pinned, his face hot, and just stares at Lucifers face, trying to fight the urge to openly gawk at Lucifer's new form.
He towers over over the sinner now and is much larger and stockier than his previous form. His eyes are much smaller and less doll like and has a more prominent snake like nose than the smooth surface he had before. If Alastor were to be honest, this is more of what he had in mind when he imagined what the King of Hell looked like.
Lucifer smirks down at Alastor.
"What's the matter, Al? Devil caught your tongue?"
Lucifer chuckles as he licks his teeth, the sound deep as is vibrates in his chest. He leans forward and places his hands on the table, caging Alastor in. Alastor just stares at him, not trusting himself to speak in fear of making a fool of himself. Lucifer looks good.
No.
Lucifer looks better than good. He is stunning. He is the perfect embodiment of power. Of holy divinity. Of corruption and pride. The devil. The fallen angel.
The Morning Star.
Alastor can feel his face burning. He only now realizes that he is being caged in by Lucifers bulking form, having fallen for the king's trap. Lucifer presses in, pinning Alastor's hips to the table with his own. Alastor gasps, realizing that his length is now throbbing in his perfectly tailored dress pants. He glances down, mortified, only to notice Lucifer is also in a similar state.
However, what Lucifer is sporting now is huge. Far larger than his previous form and definitely larger than anything they have tried so far. Alastor swallows thickly but as he stares, more drool floods his mouth.
"So what do you think? Pretty intimidating, huh?" Luficer asks, the smug bastard.
Yes. But I'll be double dead before I stroke your ego with that knowledge.
"It's acceptable."
Lucifer laughs and even the sound of his laughter radiates a sense of power. Confidently, Lucifer leans down, brushing his lips against one of Alastor's ears, humming to himself when his breath makes it twitch.
"Only acceptable? Then I guess I'll just have to show you how exceptional the King of Hell is."
Alastor is thankful that Lucifer is holding them up with his body as he feels his knees buckle. His head is spinning at the sudden turn of events, his body trembling with growing need. Need for his king. A small, barely audible whimper falls from his lips.
Lucifer pulls back some and gently grabs Alastor's chin, making him look at Lucifer.
"Color?"
...
"Green."
Lucifer surges forward, crashing their lips together. A small surprised bleat escapes Alastor before Lucifer is grabbing his hips and hoisting him up to sit on the table's ledge like he weighs nothing.
Alastor refuses to acknowledge the little trill that thought sends up his spine. Lucifer is on him again, kissing him like he just found an oasis in the dessert, afraid it might disappear if he stops moving. He rolls his hips forward and grinds his clothed cock against Alastor's own, making them both gasp.
Lucifer immediately slides his serpentine tongue into Alastor's mouth, exploring the cavity before plunging it further down Alastor's throat. His tongue is much thicker than the thin, spindly one he normally sports and Alastor can't help but to moan around the intrusion, grabbing Lucifer's vest and pulling him closer.
Lucifer chuckles darkly and grabs Alastor's wrists, holding them both in one large hand.
"Who said you had permission to touch the King of Hell, hmm?"
Alastor looks up at him and whimpers.
"No no. After all that talk, I think you need to earn the privilege to touch your divine king."
Without missing a beat, Lucifer maneuvers Alastor's hands behind his back and wraps his now summoned tail tightly around Alastor's forearms. Alastor tests the strength of Lucifer's grip and notices it tightens the more he squirms. Looking back up at Lucifer, Alastor growls but there's not real venom behind it.
Luficer chuckles as he leans in and starts kissing along Alastor's jaw line. His larger hands come up and start working on Alastor's tie and coat buttons, slowly kissing each new bit of exposed skin revealed to him. Alastor pants softly and leans into the touch.
Alastor opens his eyes, when did he close them?, and remembers just where exactly they are and what they're about to do and how bad of an idea this is. They're still in the staff dinning room where litrally anyone, including Charlie, could walk in and see them.
"Y-your majesty," Alastor curses himself for the stutter, his voice already sounding wrecked, "Wait. We are still in the staff dinning room. Someone could hear us and walk in."
"Hmm. I guess you better keep quiet then. There's no way I'm about to walk away from the absolute feast that's sitting in front of me. And I, for one, am quite famished."
To accentuates his words, Lucifer grazes his teeth along Alastor's throat. A shiver wrecks through Alastor's frame. He can't help how his body feels like a live wire. Begging to touch and be touched by the divine being infront of him.
Lucifer suddenly steps back, pulling away to look Alastor up and down. His hungry gaze slowly raking over Alastor's form. Alastor's face is flushed a bright red, almost matching his hair. He's softly panting and his fur is already starting to dampen from sweat. His legs are parted wide to accommodate Lucifer's wider form and his cock is straining against his zipper. Lucifer notices the slight trembling in his body and the desperate way Alastor is trying to appear unaffected. Luficer can't have that now.
With a cheeky grin, Lucifer snaps his fingers. In a plum of red smoke, Alastor's cloths demateralize until he is left sitting completely bare upon the dining table. His thick length bobs against his belly, already dripping with precum. Alastor's face burns as he tries to close is legs for some form of decency only to have them kept open by Lucifer's body between them.
"L-Lucifer!"
Lucifer licks his lips and eyes Alastor for any signs that he may be overstepping. Alator's flush has now spread down his neck and to his chest. He looks Alastor in the eyes and sees only the glaze of desire in their crimson depths. Father above, he looked so beautiful like this.
Lucifer leaned forward again, kissing Alastor more passionately before continuing his ministrations down his neck. Alastor leaned back into the touch, sighing softly as Lucifer continued his path down.
Lucifer left soft kisses and nips as he worked down Alastors body. Covering him in beautiful bruises and bite marks that only he will ever get to see. When Lucifer reached one of Alastors nipples, he latched onto it and started sucking hard.
Alastor threw his head back with a strangled cry, desperately trying to keep quiet. But Lucifer wouldn't make it easy. As he sucks, Lucifer brings a hand up to Alastor's other nipple and begins pinching and pulling lightly on the little peaked nub. Alastor bucks, biting his lower lip until it starts to bleed.
The fallen angel chuckles and grazes the abused nub with his teeth before letting go, switching to the other to give it the same treatment. Alastor glances around the open dinning room, praying to any god that will listen that no one will stumble upon them.
Alastor is pulled from his thoughts with a hard bite to his nipple, making him nearly sob into Lucifer's hair.
"Y-your majesty... we shouldn't... take long..."
Alastor was panting now, chest rising and falling fast as desire pooled in his stomach and his neglected cock ached. Lucifer mercifully seemed to agree as he let Alastor's nipple go.
With a wickedly sharp claw, Lucifer trailed a path down his deer's sternum and further. He ignores Alastor's cock for the moment, making the sinner whine.
"I suppose you do have a point. Can't risk having anyone else seeing the proud Radio Demon a crying begging mess, can we?"
Alastor growls and snaps his teeth inches from Lucifer's face. Lucifer's tail tighting his grip around Alastor's forearms was the only thing keeping him from being mauled by the deer.
Alastor snarls and opens his mouth, but before he can voice just where Lucifer can shove it, a golden light shoots out from the table behind him and wraps around the demons throat. The light morphs into a collar with a lead, pulling taut, before wrenching Alastor back, slamming him onto the table. Just before his head can collide with the hard wood below, Lucifer shoots his arm out, covering the back of Alastor's head to soften the blow with his hand.
The collar chokes him slightly from the force of keeping the demon from lashing out further. He reckonizes the slight heat of his bindings as angelic rope. Alastor glances up at Lucifer to find the angel staring back at him with a slightly concerned expression.
"What's your color, Al?"
Alastor tries to settle down, and takes in a few deep breaths. The sudden forced confinement to the table took him off guard but he couldn't say he hated it either. Finally getting his breathing somewhat under control, Alastor visibily relaxes and glances back up at Lucifer.
"G-Green, Lu. I am green."
Lucifer just stares at Alastor for a moment before seeming to be satisfied with his answer.
"Someone's got quite the short temper today. Let's see if we can fuck that attitude outta ya."
Lucifer leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses and nips down Alastor's torso before grabbing Alastor's hips and gently rolling him over onto his stomach. The collar holding him down loosening enough to allow his throat to rotate within it before tighting back around it.
Alastor tries to glance back over his shoulder at Luficer but the collar makes it difficult. He could just snap his neck back but the last time he did that during sex, Lucifer was quick to inform him that stunt was "a bit too morbid for bed".
With his hands still on Alastor's hips, he lifts them higher, encouraging Alastor to rest his knees on the table. Alastor does as he's silently told and tries to bury his flushed face into the table cloth.
The great and terrifying Radio Demon is now laying atop of the staff dinning table with his legs spread wide, ass in the air and tail flicked up on full display. His shoulders and face lay on the table with Luficer's tail still holding his arms snuggly behind Alastors back. His cock bobs uselessly between his legs as it drips precum onto the table cloth below.
Alastor can feel his king's eyes rake over his exposed form.
"My, my. What a breath taking little picture you make. All layed out and exposed for me. Like the beautiful feast you are."
Luficer skims his fingers up Alastor's sides and along is fawn spotted hips before settling them on each of his cheeks. He gives them a slight squeeze before spreading them wide, exposing his furled hole. He leans forward, ghosting his breath over his entrance before he licks from Alastor's balls all the way up to his hole, making him squirm in his hold.
Without waiting for Alastor to catch his breath, Lucifer plunges that thick tongue into his hole. Alastor jolts and writhes on the table as Lucifer eats him out like a full course meal. His tongue dances along his walls searchingly and Alastor barely has a chance to brace himself before that clever tongue finds its mark.
Lucifer slams his tongue into his prostate making Alastor's eyes roll back into his skull as he tries to keep his noises from spilling out of his throat. Lucifer's tongue is relentless and Alastor can't decide if it's too much or not enough as he pushes his hips back.
Lucifer starts to ease up on the abused bundle of nerves as he slips a slick finger in along side his tongue. Perks of sleeping with the devil, you never have to worry about carrying lube on your person.
Gasping at the addition to his rear, Alastor starts to think about the sheer size his lover is trying to prep him for. He couldn't tell exactly how big Lucifer was now but the buldge he was sporting was quite impressive and Alastor wonders if it'll even fit. The thought of it makes his skin prickel with heat and nerves as he swallows down a moan but anticipation of a stinging pain the stretch will cause simmers just below.
The addition of a second finger entering him pulls Alastor from his thoughts. Then there is a sudden thrid. His back bows, as much as the position allows with his arms still bound, and desperately he wishes he had something to rut against. His cock aches and has been leaking precum near nonstop since his cloths disappeared.
He feels delirious as Lucifer spreads him open. Hes not sure how much more he can take of this and whines.
"S-sire... Lucifer please... I-I need..."
Lucifer chuckled, making Alastor nearly bite through his tongue silencing his moan.
Fuck.
He moans not so quietly into the table cloth, eyes rolling back as he ruts into nothing. Lucifer reaches up and gently grips Alastor's tail to still him, making the deer nearly sob out a moan. He gently strokes the tuff of fur as he pulls his tongue along with his fingers out.
Lucifer leans back some and gently grips Alastor's hips again, lowering him back down onto his shaking hooves. He's practically fully laying on the table.
Lucifer steps back, eyeing Alastor as he lays bent over the table. He reaches down and undoes his pants, the buckle making Alastor's ear flick back. Lucifer pulls himself out and is huge. Biting his lip, he takes his cock in hand and gives it a few tugs, slicking it with more conjured lube.
"Present yourself to your king, little doe."
Alastors face burns, pinning his ears back in submission as he tilts his hips up. He lays his tail against his back, fully exposing his slick hole to his king.
"Fuck... That's a good boy..."
Alastor keens at the praise as Lucifer steps back up to him and spreads his ass wide once more. Lucifer grins as he grinds his thick cock in between Alastor's cheeks, making the sinner shiver.
"Maybe this'll teach you how to act while in the presence of your king."
Without warning, Lucifer sinks to the hilt into Alastor's tight hole and clamps a hand over the sinner's mouth, muffling the absolute filthy moan Alastor lets out.
Alastor clenches hard around the intrusion and nearly cums on the spot. He is panting hard through his nose, feeling a little light headed from the lack of air. He feels Lucifer's cock head nestle firmly against his prostate, causing him to rut desperately against the table cloth.
Alastor's eyes start to sting with the overwhelming sensation of being full and the stretch burns. Without giving Alastor much time to adjust, Lucifer immediately starts a ruthless pace. He pins his hips to the table and slams into the writhing sinner's hole, jostling some of the decorations and dinnerware that line the table.
Alastor's composer breaks. He starts breathlessly chanting a mixture of "please" and "Lucifer" and slowly starts to get higher in pitch.
Lucifer groans.
"Fuck Al, as much as I love listening to you chanting and begging for me," he reaches over to grab one of the shiny apples laying near by and holds it up to Alastor's face, "I need you to keep quiet if you don't want us to get caught."
He slides a hand into Alastor's hair, gripping tight and pulls Alastor's head back, bringing it off the table as much as the collar will allow.
"Bite." Lucifer growls out.
Alastor bites down onto the makeshift gag. It doesn't fully gag him but it gives him something he can bite and hold onto, grounding him. Lucifer continued with his thrusts, setting a brutal pace.
He ground and grind into the mouthy sinner. He moans into the apple as Lucifer strokes his tail a bit firmer.
Alastor's not going to last long.
He tries his best to meet his hips with Luficer's. The slap of their hips meeting is dulled some due to Lucifer still wearing his pants but is still entirely too loud. Alastor briefly thinks of how thrilling it might be to have someone discover them mid act. The shock of whats happening as they see that the King is no longer a lonely bachelor. Alastor is once again ripped from his thoughts to Lucifer growling in his ear.
The collar suddenly disappears before Lucifer tightens his grip in Alastor's hair, yanking the demon's head back while Lucifer stands up straight, pulling Alastor to stand with him. He pulls Alastor back so his back and shoulders are flush against the fallen angel's broad chest. Alastor wails around the apple, the new position allowing Lucifer to ram into the demon's prostate head on.
His neglected cock is weeping as it bounces freely in the air. Alastor's close. Even without the friction of the table cloth, he can feel hes dancing on the edge of release. He just needs one more push.
"Fuck, Alastor. Your clenching around me so tight," Lucifer leans closer towards Alastor's ear, dropping his voice into the commanding voice he knows drives the sinner wild, "Cum for your king! "
Alastor sobs into the apple, nearly biting clean through it and cums hard. His seed shoots out infront of him, covering the dinnerware and decorations that line the table infront of him. Lucifer shows no mercy, fucking the demon through his orgasm, hips stuttering slightly before he slams into Alastor with a growl. He fills the sinners hole with rope after rope of his angelic seed.
They stand there for a moment catching their breaths, Lucifer having pulled the apple free from his lover's mouth. Alastor's body trembles, Lucifer being the only thing holding him upright. Slowly, their breathing start to even out and Alastor can feel Lucifer start to shift behind him. The grip on his arms loosen, no doubt leaving beauty bruises behind, and he can feel the angel slipping out of him.
Alastor shivers as he feels Lucifer's cum dripping down his thighs. He needs a bath. And a nap. Maybe both at the same time, if Lucifer will keep him from drowning.
He feels Lucifer guiding him to turn around to face him. He has shifted back into his smaller form and slowly lifts Alastor up into a bridal carry. Alastor grumbles at how ridiculous he's sure they look but is too tired to voice his opinion. Instead, he just lays his head against Lucifers neck and shoulder.
"Hey big guy. You doing ok? That was a pretty intense scene."
Alastor, trying to rub two braincells together, manages to nod and mumble something incoherent. Lucifer chuckles and a portal opens up behind them, leading into the king's luxurious bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up, beautiful. And maybe some actual food."
Alastor just grunts his agreement as Lucifer waves a finger to clean the mess they made of the table before stepping through the portal, snapping it shut behind them.
***
Angie, where the hell are you? What's taking your ass so long to get to the lobby?!
Angel grins big as he types away on his phone.
Do I have tea for you and Husk!