Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... Alastor grumbled eagerly and nibbled back. At least, as gingerly as those razor sharp knives could. Alastor rut against his doe more and more, feeling the soft fur and encouraged all the more.

Eventually, a massive hand grasped entirely around Lucifer's narrow waist, gripping it in one hand so that he could finally gracelessly slide himself inside and start his feral, relentless pounding. Good, that felt good.