That did it. But Lucifer's triumphant little chuckle was rug-pulled from him as Alastor's pace increased, striking that cord that was like warm fingers down his spine and to the end of his coiled tail. With hope, this buck would continue the trend of not kissing and telling with all these deeply humiliating noises he'd been making, but... how in Hell could he even help himself?

Today he was the Doe, body shaped to take his mate perfectly with a tight fit and shamelessly slick. Good Does hang on tight, taking a reverent hold of the base of an antler. They give little scritchies at the base, giving a groan that was far louder than he'd intended when teeth sank into his shoulder and blood ran that rich gold, hotter than normal. He eased his head back and, overheated, his panting breaths were puffs of vapor and small embers cast into the muggy air.

"Hhhhahah- touched... touched a good... nerve there, huh~?"