What a fantastic mess his little doe is, the panting breaths and gold-flushed face paired so enticingly with ruffled feathers and fluff. Alastor usually was so coquettish when undressing, but the tunnel vision tore away any coyness as Alastor practically tore the bathrobe off of himself, squirming at the bratty kicks but otherwise completely undeterred.

Eagerly, Alastor started grooming at Lucifer, silly little deer tail waggling in delight even as the oversized monster loomed and crowded his paramour. He wetly lapped at Lucifer's face as he ground their bodies together, panting from the chase and from the thrill.