The tug caught his attention, his heart briefly leaping into his throat, and for a moment he looked for a corporeal being to no avail. But he knew the shadows enough to recognize when one was trying to 'speak' with him.
"Oh! Whew- Hey, pal. I'm looking for tall, dark and spooky. Can you point me in his direction?"
The shadow seemed to be silently but happily rubbing his cheek against Lucifer's shadow, tiny hearts floating from him - favorite person! But the question had it silently laughing before it slinked away, down the log and rapidly disappearing in a certain direction.
That direction, of course, led to the pitch black of heavily foliaged and spanish-moss-choked trees, where two red orbs were staring from the black.
He laughed quietly- no matter how Alastor tried to front, those shadows were completely ga-ga and without filter. It was sweet, actually. He raised his hand to move his shadow and stroke the other atop the head before the creature disappeared...
...To where light seemed to be swallowed completely. The joy fled from his features, to measured caution.
"100% certified Nope!" Yeah, he wasn't getting closer to that. Maybe it was Alastor, but maybe it wasn't. Whatever the case was, he hopped down to the ground level.
"That better be you, Bambi! If it's not, we need to talk about your pets...!" He turned and made tracks, deciding not to screw around and ignore the fight-or-flight response. He needed to retrace his steps before he got himself even more lost... and not become someone else's chew toy rather than the one demon he'd given full permission to!
Those red eyes stayed still... at least until Lucifer turned his back. Like a tiger, something in Alastor's brain flipped and from the darkness he emerged - all gangly limbs and glowing red and green.
He heard so much movement and dared look back. What he saw was the stuff of nightmares, and wondered what the Hell he'd done to invite this sort of... game? Was it a game? He was fairly certain he wasn't about to just be gifted flowers once he caught up on the cha-
...Chase.
The chase!
The glowing eyes, the gangly body. He'd been warned that the mind would be gone and there wouldn't be much he could say.
Guess he knew where the coin flipped for Alastor this year. If his guess was correct, then this was no prank and technically this wasn't a game. This was playing for keeps.
His heart raced in mingled adrenaline and shameless thrill. This was... this was it, wasn't it? What else could it be? He should try something.
He shed his coat and threw it aside, let it tangle in the underbrush as he tore away from it in the opposite direction. He used his tail to grab and tug down rotted foliage, put everything and anything between him and the rampaging buck.
If this is what I think is... you fucking EARN IT, Bambi.
Yes, yes... a good doe wouldn't be easy to catch! Alastor cackled - or was it a roar? - and started to pursue. His gangly form twisted and fit through narrow gaps unnaturally well, save for the pitch black antlers that were quickly tangling in willow and moss.
Twisting, bounding, squeezing between trees... this was a chase that made his blood run hot as burning gasoline...!!
Ah. Miscalculation. He was a cryptid... why'd he forget that?
Okay. Alright. Alright, then. Decoys didn't work. Probably wasn't going to help when Alastor had the visual.
Lucifer huffed a breath and swept a hand. He didn't need his cane to focus, and instead sent his power out before him. Growing. He needed things to get growing. His body could twist and shape, but those antlers were grabbing everything they caught on.
He bid the trees to hang lower, offer more branches. Perhaps the bayou floor could use more vines. Maybe these trees should lean, sprout and flower, root in deeper.
Alastor growls deeply as his antlers and hooves start getting tangled in the bayou - this was his realm! How dare! But that signature laugh erupted from him in spite of the obstacles.
His horns felt heavy, that pretty little flash of gold and white was making his mouth water, and that familiar scent absolutely sung to him.
When his antler finally caught in willow branches, tangling and halting Alastor's progress chasing and tearing through the riverside, the demon thrust out his oversized hand and it stretched longer and longer, attempting to grab. So close, Lucifer is so close...!!
He skidded to a stop when those steps seemed to slow, and he looked back. He dashed behind a tree trunk to study the situation with a buffer.
Alastor was all caught up, swiping with an arm that he let grow to try and catch any part of him, practically driving himself crazy. The sight of this big monster desperately trying, so close and yet so far...
Lucifer pushed away from the stump and stepped into view. That arm grew out and he stepped back, juuuust dancing out of reach. What a predicament you're in, Prince of the Forest.
He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the little scare earlier, feeling jittery from all the sights and sounds earlier, but there was a little charge in him now. It was enough that, without breaking eye contact and with a hardly-suppressed grin, he reached for the buttons on his shirt and vest and let them loose. Let him watch as he opened the way to more of that bare skin that lay hidden beneath all the finely-ironed cotton and silks and fine lines.
"...You were close for a little bit, weren't ya?" He shrugged out of those top layers, and with a careless toss, let the vest and undershirt be something those grasping claws can catch.
"That's your only freebie!" He cackled, turned and pressed on, eyes burning from gold to a gleeful red. What does one expect from the Devil himself...?
Oh, what a prize this doe will be. Hormones swimming relentlessly through his head, Alastor pulled the undershirt to his face, taking a deep inhale. Cologne, metal and oil from his fiddlings, apple, scales, feathers...
With a surge of new vigor, Alastor stood - the loud cracking of trees and bones resounded as the Demon tore one of the willows right out of the muddy ground, pulling it so it no longer dangled from his antler, and took a leaping bound after that smug, pretty little thing.
"Alastor~" He taunted back, and took pride in his speed. He hadn't gone on a good run in a while, but he'd been getting plenty of a workout with dance nights and sparring.
The crackling had him pry open an extra eye, and he got that extra shot of adrenaline; perhaps that move he'd done was a bit too much...?
Alastor began to cover way too much ground. YEP. BIT TOO MUCH. FUCK-
Lucifer frantically unfurled his wings. All's fair in love and war and all, but he needed to try and level the playing field. But he had a problem: With the overgrowth being the way it was, having two wings was going to require some careful measurement to make sure he had clearance. But he had six...
He didn't NEED all of them, though. He'd only need two! He just needed... to... fly...!!
Alastor was surprisingly nimble even at this size, and he reached into the air to wrap his hand around that pretty little bird, his claws whisking just shy and only brushing frantically flapping feathers.
Exciting! How perfectly exciting!!
Emerging from his back, tendrils shot forward to try and loop around Lucifer, all while the demon himself knocked over trees to keep his prey mate in line of sight.
Well, if he had doubts on what was going through Alastor's mind, those were surely gone. When he felt the very ends of some feathers brush against grasping claws, his stomach leaped from a heave of adrenaline.
Tendrils grabbed at his lower half and he grit his teeth. His mind sharpened and visualized the snake, and when his body changed, he used his pearl-smooth scales to work himself free from the eldritch limb.
But there were so many, and once he popped back, there were more. He could be small, a bird perhaps, but in Alastor's frenzied state that might be something he could do real harm to and ruin the game...
His snap thinking on what he could use was getting tangled in knots, and that granted so many more of the shadowy limbs time to loop and hook their target. His wings caught, too many pinned to fly, and he opted for reaching down to try and pry the damned things off of him.
Options. He had more options! ...But these are options that could hurt him. Alastor could take them in good stride, but... he didn't want to hurt the guy, not when he was out of his mind like this...
Soft.
Yeah? Maybe he was soft. What of it?
With a growl he opted instead for twisting his body around and gnawing on the tendrils he could reach. There. Animal? Meet animal. He wriggled and continued to pry all the while. He'll be a bitey Doe!
With glee, Alastor pinned his prize down in the grass, shrinking down from a gargantuan size to at least just a hulking beast. He had his pretty, fiery doe writhing and snapping at him. Beautiful. Hungrily, Alastor's claws sunk into the fabric of Lucifer's pants, ripping them away completely.
He really was surprisingly gentle, and Lucifer was relieved not to be treated like those tree trunks and all the other chunks of the bayou that the rut-minded creature treated like wet cardboard.
He was a pile of messy hair and feathers once he met the earth, but those wings had stopped trying to facilitate an escape once freed from the grip of so many tendrils. His tail whipping about beneath them, his claws sought some sort of hold on the buck, and he turned to catch the pinning arm with his teeth. But rather than shake and try to tear away flesh, his eyes burned and he held on.
A moment... just give him a moment to focus, form a thought-
His eyes closed, just as his knees did, pressed together when his pants were made short work of. His hooves, so small yet so strong, did not kick but gave a rather bratty little shove against Alastor's middle.
His chicken wings had finished molting and now they were a mess again from all the manhandling, you jerk-
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.
With absolutely nothing between them, his hoofie shoving had become a bit half-hearted, and had instead braced against the monstrous form's thighs.
His grip adjusted and fisted in monster fur, and his breath audibly hitched from the direct contact between their bodies. This... this massive, ridiculous thing that was no doubt waiting for him to play wild games like this...
Oh, fine. You caught him, didn't you? As his tail wound around one of Alastor's legs and he 'fought back' against the lapping with playful nips at his jaw, he let the rest of him change a little: What was a Doe without a soft pair of ears? Fallow deer had fun little markings, so Lucifer helped himself to a soft dappling along his wings, back and upper arms.
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.
He could feel the little pinpricks and the warmth of a bit of gold beading, but since when has a little blood been a bother between them?
Those claws wrapped around him entirely and he felt his stomach do a slippery little flip. There wasn't much warning before he entered him, and fleeting discomfort melting away into a firm-fit pleasure. His grip briefly tightened as he choked out an admittedly embarrassing groan that betrayed his earlier defiance, but matched how easily Alastor had slid inside.
Yes, that's it... that's it- Lucifer had to swallow to cure his dry mouth, but it wasn't stopping the pant of exhilaration as he squirmed, slowly worked to match an amped-up buck's pace.
Decades and decades of enduring rut, and this fulfillment was the most satisfying moment ever. Alastor's face stretched into an impossibly tight grin, glowing as he pounded into Lucifer, only encouraged to thrust harder and faster.
Hot. His blood and body burned... burned hotter and hotter as he felt engulfed by his tiny wriggling doe.
He heard his name and a thrill shivered up his spine, tightened his tail around Alastor's leg. One of his own hooked as best as it could around his waist, the heel pressing somewhere between his side and his back as his only regret was the inability to form words of his own.
It'd been ages since he'd been like this in something so intense, but so much of this was entirely new, frazzling his brain as it spun.
He would kick himself later for having nothing witty, nothing- nothing...!! Oh, he'd likely be so smug later, that was for sure, but to Hell with it-
He could hardly swallow down that whimper as the pace increased, scattering any chance of being to hold out for long, and opted for physical punishment. His teeth set into the beast's neck as claws hooked into the back as he rode. The buck is so hasty, so bad! ...But they had time, and plenty of it, right? At least, time enough before people might ask where they've gone...
A deep, feral growl rumbled from Alastor at the sharp, sweet pain of the teeth and claws. Perfect, perfect, this little doe would be so ferocious, what a good mate he's caught.
The first of many orgasms erupted almost without warning - Alastor almost crushed Lucifer into the ground as he pressed his body weight down, pouring seed into his tiny, fiery, hot little doe.
Finally rewarded, that's a good boy... he huffed between his teeth at the other's throat as he felt outpouring heat, enough that he sharply arched his back. He felt himself plummeting off that peak he hadn't realized he'd reached already, pressed haphazardly against the bayou floor.
"FffFUCK-" Six wings had even roused, beating pitifully against the earth and mud before they reached as best as they could to wrap around and hold him.
Lucifer's breaths had gone ragged now, but it wasn't stopping him from tracing his tongue against the marks he'd left, a gentle little touch as he tried once more to wrap his legs as best as he could around his mate's waist. They anchored him to keep him deep inside.
They were so deliciously, deeply intertwined... those strong legs could keep him in place, but Alastor didn't want to pull away from his perfect mate. Instead the beast shallowly kept thrusting, not losing vigor in the slightest even after orgasm, his body still alight with sparks of euphoria amidst the burning fire of need.
He wouldn't go anywhere. He had so, so much more to give, after all.
He kept moving and Lucifer purred, his tail stroking and caressing the leg it wound around. His head spun, a feeling he hadn't had in a good, long while...
He reached up, smoothing a hand against one side of Alastor's head before they found an ear. He stroked it as the other hand lazily dragged claws down his back. Guided by his heels, driving against the sodden grasses and moss beneath, he met him in the middle each time:
"You always did fit so good..." His utterance, husky, betrayed by his heavier breaths.
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"Oh! Whew- Hey, pal. I'm looking for tall, dark and spooky. Can you point me in his direction?"
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That direction, of course, led to the pitch black of heavily foliaged and spanish-moss-choked trees, where two red orbs were staring from the black.
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...To where light seemed to be swallowed completely. The joy fled from his features, to measured caution.
"100% certified Nope!" Yeah, he wasn't getting closer to that. Maybe it was Alastor, but maybe it wasn't. Whatever the case was, he hopped down to the ground level.
"That better be you, Bambi! If it's not, we need to talk about your pets...!" He turned and made tracks, deciding not to screw around and ignore the fight-or-flight response. He needed to retrace his steps before he got himself even more lost... and not become someone else's chew toy rather than the one demon he'd given full permission to!
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Run. Run, little doe, let him chase you--
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...Chase.
The chase!
The glowing eyes, the gangly body. He'd been warned that the mind would be gone and there wouldn't be much he could say.
Guess he knew where the coin flipped for Alastor this year. If his guess was correct, then this was no prank and technically this wasn't a game. This was playing for keeps.
His heart raced in mingled adrenaline and shameless thrill. This was... this was it, wasn't it? What else could it be? He should try something.
He shed his coat and threw it aside, let it tangle in the underbrush as he tore away from it in the opposite direction. He used his tail to grab and tug down rotted foliage, put everything and anything between him and the rampaging buck.
If this is what I think is... you fucking EARN IT, Bambi.
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Twisting, bounding, squeezing between trees... this was a chase that made his blood run hot as burning gasoline...!!
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Okay. Alright. Alright, then. Decoys didn't work. Probably wasn't going to help when Alastor had the visual.
Lucifer huffed a breath and swept a hand. He didn't need his cane to focus, and instead sent his power out before him. Growing. He needed things to get growing. His body could twist and shape, but those antlers were grabbing everything they caught on.
He bid the trees to hang lower, offer more branches. Perhaps the bayou floor could use more vines. Maybe these trees should lean, sprout and flower, root in deeper.
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Alastor growls deeply as his antlers and hooves start getting tangled in the bayou - this was his realm! How dare! But that signature laugh erupted from him in spite of the obstacles.
His horns felt heavy, that pretty little flash of gold and white was making his mouth water, and that familiar scent absolutely sung to him.
When his antler finally caught in willow branches, tangling and halting Alastor's progress chasing and tearing through the riverside, the demon thrust out his oversized hand and it stretched longer and longer, attempting to grab. So close, Lucifer is so close...!!
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Alastor was all caught up, swiping with an arm that he let grow to try and catch any part of him, practically driving himself crazy. The sight of this big monster desperately trying, so close and yet so far...
Lucifer pushed away from the stump and stepped into view. That arm grew out and he stepped back, juuuust dancing out of reach. What a predicament you're in, Prince of the Forest.
He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the little scare earlier, feeling jittery from all the sights and sounds earlier, but there was a little charge in him now. It was enough that, without breaking eye contact and with a hardly-suppressed grin, he reached for the buttons on his shirt and vest and let them loose. Let him watch as he opened the way to more of that bare skin that lay hidden beneath all the finely-ironed cotton and silks and fine lines.
"...You were close for a little bit, weren't ya?" He shrugged out of those top layers, and with a careless toss, let the vest and undershirt be something those grasping claws can catch.
"That's your only freebie!" He cackled, turned and pressed on, eyes burning from gold to a gleeful red. What does one expect from the Devil himself...?
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Oh, what a prize this doe will be. Hormones swimming relentlessly through his head, Alastor pulled the undershirt to his face, taking a deep inhale. Cologne, metal and oil from his fiddlings, apple, scales, feathers...
With a surge of new vigor, Alastor stood - the loud cracking of trees and bones resounded as the Demon tore one of the willows right out of the muddy ground, pulling it so it no longer dangled from his antler, and took a leaping bound after that smug, pretty little thing.
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The crackling had him pry open an extra eye, and he got that extra shot of adrenaline; perhaps that move he'd done was a bit too much...?
Alastor began to cover way too much ground. YEP. BIT TOO MUCH. FUCK-
Lucifer frantically unfurled his wings. All's fair in love and war and all, but he needed to try and level the playing field. But he had a problem: With the overgrowth being the way it was, having two wings was going to require some careful measurement to make sure he had clearance. But he had six...
He didn't NEED all of them, though. He'd only need two! He just needed... to... fly...!!
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Alastor was surprisingly nimble even at this size, and he reached into the air to wrap his hand around that pretty little bird, his claws whisking just shy and only brushing frantically flapping feathers.
Exciting! How perfectly exciting!!
Emerging from his back, tendrils shot forward to try and loop around Lucifer, all while the demon himself knocked over trees to keep his
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Tendrils grabbed at his lower half and he grit his teeth. His mind sharpened and visualized the snake, and when his body changed, he used his pearl-smooth scales to work himself free from the eldritch limb.
But there were so many, and once he popped back, there were more. He could be small, a bird perhaps, but in Alastor's frenzied state that might be something he could do real harm to and ruin the game...
His snap thinking on what he could use was getting tangled in knots, and that granted so many more of the shadowy limbs time to loop and hook their target. His wings caught, too many pinned to fly, and he opted for reaching down to try and pry the damned things off of him.
Options. He had more options! ...But these are options that could hurt him. Alastor could take them in good stride, but... he didn't want to hurt the guy, not when he was out of his mind like this...
Soft.
Yeah? Maybe he was soft. What of it?
With a growl he opted instead for twisting his body around and gnawing on the tendrils he could reach. There. Animal? Meet animal. He wriggled and continued to pry all the while. He'll be a bitey Doe!
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"̷̛͚̦̮̄̾Č̸̦̩̈́a̷͖͎͌͜ú̵͙̍g̷̭̊̐h̷͕̽t̶̳̻̞̾̅̇ ̶̗̫̽͝y̵͖̚͝ơ̴͈̼͕͑̃ǔ̶̧͔̒̀~̷̥̗̠̾̃"̴̳̖̩̌
With glee, Alastor pinned his prize down in the grass, shrinking down from a gargantuan size to at least just a hulking beast. He had his pretty, fiery doe writhing and snapping at him. Beautiful. Hungrily, Alastor's claws sunk into the fabric of Lucifer's pants, ripping them away completely.
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He was a pile of messy hair and feathers once he met the earth, but those wings had stopped trying to facilitate an escape once freed from the grip of so many tendrils. His tail whipping about beneath them, his claws sought some sort of hold on the buck, and he turned to catch the pinning arm with his teeth. But rather than shake and try to tear away flesh, his eyes burned and he held on.
A moment... just give him a moment to focus, form a thought-
His eyes closed, just as his knees did, pressed together when his pants were made short work of. His hooves, so small yet so strong, did not kick but gave a rather bratty little shove against Alastor's middle.
His
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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.
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His grip adjusted and fisted in monster fur, and his breath audibly hitched from the direct contact between their bodies. This... this massive, ridiculous thing that was no doubt waiting for him to play wild games like this...
Oh, fine. You caught him, didn't you? As his tail wound around one of Alastor's legs and he 'fought back' against the lapping with playful nips at his jaw, he let the rest of him change a little: What was a Doe without a soft pair of ears? Fallow deer had fun little markings, so Lucifer helped himself to a soft dappling along his wings, back and upper arms.
There now. Was that better~?
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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.
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Those claws wrapped around him entirely and he felt his stomach do a slippery little flip. There wasn't much warning before he entered him, and fleeting discomfort melting away into a firm-fit pleasure. His grip briefly tightened as he choked out an admittedly embarrassing groan that betrayed his earlier defiance, but matched how easily Alastor had slid inside.
Yes, that's it... that's it- Lucifer had to swallow to cure his dry mouth, but it wasn't stopping the pant of exhilaration as he squirmed, slowly worked to match an amped-up buck's pace.
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Hot. His blood and body burned... burned hotter and hotter as he felt engulfed by his tiny wriggling doe.
"L̶̹͆̊͊ͅu̶̮͆̔̐c̸̜̽ì̴̩̺̇f̶̺͎̹̀͐̄e̵̝͝r̵̻͓̱͊͑͆.̸̡̼́̀̚.̴̜̺͙̐͝.̶̡̧̺̅ L̶̹͆̊͊ͅu̶̮͆̔̐c̸̜̽ì̴̩̺̇f̶̺͎̹̀͐̄e̵̝͝r̵̻͓̱͊͑͆.̸̡̼́̀̚.̴̜̺͙̐͝.̶̡̧̺̅"
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It'd been ages since he'd been like this in something so intense, but so much of this was entirely new, frazzling his brain as it spun.
He would kick himself later for having nothing witty, nothing- nothing...!! Oh, he'd likely be so smug later, that was for sure, but to Hell with it-
He could hardly swallow down that whimper as the pace increased, scattering any chance of being to hold out for long, and opted for physical punishment. His teeth set into the beast's neck as claws hooked into the back as he rode. The buck is so hasty, so bad! ...But they had time, and plenty of it, right? At least, time enough before people might ask where they've gone...
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The first of many orgasms erupted almost without warning - Alastor almost crushed Lucifer into the ground as he pressed his body weight down, pouring seed into his tiny, fiery, hot little doe.
"̷͎͇̤͙̍̏̋̏͠Y̸̼̎́͌̾̕ͅo̶̹̣͎̩͛̇̆ͅű̶̠̖̂̀̊̎ ̵̺̀͋́͘w̴̦͈͔̝̐̔͜͠͝i̸͙̫̿̉̌̂ḻ̵͗̊l̶̢͍͓̗͗͐ ̸̧̝̮̌h̷̯̥͍̀̈͝a̵̲̲͙̯͉͆͝v̶̦͇̫̠̄́͝é̶͎͎̞̮̆̌̀̍.̶̛̻̘̦̪̿̑.̸̮̬͖͂̑.̶̨͉̬͈̈́̂̍̋ ̸̫̩̝̫̃͌ṕ̵̬̱̉ͅr̸̺̱̮͖̊ê̸̙̐ẗ̵̩̙͉̣́ͅt̵͙͝y̶̧̧̛̟͇ ̶̘̻̩͓͒̌l̵̳͕̯̤͓͑i̶̱͂͝t̴̜̫͊̇̈́t̴̥͋̐͒̒ĺ̸̝̳̬̓͆̅͝e̴̢̼̩̠̱͝ ̴̢̅̀͠f̶̧̜̰̳̈́̾͑̿a̶̲̒̆w̶̡̠̓n̴̫̲̔̀͋͘s̷̖̄̆̐̒.̷͎̈́͝͝.̴̦̗͉̿̈́.̵͇̥̠̭͙̊̀͐͛"̵̩͍̮̭̙͌̈
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"FffFUCK-" Six wings had even roused, beating pitifully against the earth and mud before they reached as best as they could to wrap around and hold him.
Lucifer's breaths had gone ragged now, but it wasn't stopping him from tracing his tongue against the marks he'd left, a gentle little touch as he tried once more to wrap his legs as best as he could around his mate's waist. They anchored him to keep him deep inside.
"Stay... stay right there, damn you..."
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He wouldn't go anywhere. He had so, so much more to give, after all.
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He reached up, smoothing a hand against one side of Alastor's head before they found an ear. He stroked it as the other hand lazily dragged claws down his back. Guided by his heels, driving against the sodden grasses and moss beneath, he met him in the middle each time:
"You always did fit so good..." His utterance, husky, betrayed by his heavier breaths.
"Perfect for giving me a little fawn..."
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