divinetree | Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

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~?"

Your secret's safe with him - Alastor would never in a million years confess to being this ferocious and feral in such a crude, sexual way in his right mind. That Lucifer gets to live to tell the tale is a privilege! Many other Sinners were simply torn to shreds by the fangs currently careful not to do more than puncture to elicit those perfect moaning noises, pitched high and low and hitting almost song-like notes.

When the song was interrupted with speech, Alastor snorted and licked at Lucifer's face to hush it, pounding deeper and harder to get those pretty little moans back. Shush that sass!

One lap. Two. Lucifer sputtered a bit from the licks, chuckling, the message loud and clear if the way he was pounding was any indication.

The steadily lifting high in his body was seized, hooked, and dragged so much faster and scattered his thoughts. The devil himself was left shivering, shamelessly wiggling away to angle himself in such a way to take the other demon as deeply as he possibly could. That last climax was warm upon his thighs, finding itself with nowhere else to go when so much had been put inside already-

Yet it never stopped him from nuzzling as best as he could, keeping the buck at his neck. A snack, some extra little nibbles, a treat just for him as wordless gratitude for giving him what he wanted, what he needed.

The spade of his tail tapped the small of Alastor's back as Lucifer's breaths were ragged. Close again. Close again, don't stop-

The tapping didn't register anything in the heat of all of the other beautiful, perfect sensation. His doe sang so pretty, felt so good, felt so good... Alastor's claws wrapped around Lucifer's waist to tilt it up, make it all the easier to manhandle and hone in on that exact spot that hits Lucifer's prettiest note. Come undone, little doe, take the seed from it......

His prettiest note was his attempt to call his mate's name, the feathers fluffing along all six of those wings as climax undid him, washed over him again. In this position, his waist lifted and angled, his thighs could press against Alastor's waist and heedlessly tremble.

His body moved on its own, riding this buck as his mind twirled off into Hell-knows-where. His face tucked against his neck, if anything to keep him from somehow alerting the damn gators or something...

As if the gators would dare coming closer with the presence of Alastor. The beast powered through all of his doe's orgasm, fucking to the point of risking overstimulating, and only calmed on another orgasm from himself to flood the doe.

Despite how absolutely filthy and messy they'd made themselves, Alastor practically purred as he sank himself inside of Lucifer and lapped at his mate, tasting the sweet blood and the sweat and hormone perfume he was letting off. Beautiful...

He hummed in his content and delight. Maybe it was moss, grass and a little mud instead of tangled up sheets and pillows, but that didn't make what they'd done together any less thrilling. He felt so shamelessly full...

Lucifer started a little as, in his hazy little afterglow, the buck simply had to taste him again. The devil snorted, but it dissolved into a small giggle. It tickled, okay? Alastor was being ridiculous- well. Everything going on right now aside, anyway.

"I'm a salt lick now, huh? I see how it is..." He reached up and gently stroked those ears. But while he did so, he eased himself up to reach his cheek for a kiss.

"Cute..." Alastor's husky voice drawled, content at the affections as he let his body cool and recover. They had so much more breeding to go, just to be sure his doe was seeded, but the breath in between helped reinvigorate.

Kissing... something soft, cute. Something precious. Alastor's urge to groom Lucifer were hard to ignore - so he didn't, starting to fondly lap at his messy hair, at sweaty skin, pampering and affectionate in a primal way his mind otherwise never let him indulge.

"And you are beautiful. ...Even like this." Sappy? Oh, yes. But that's just how he is. Shush and take it.

He'd read up on the whole thing. ...For curiosity's sake! He knew what he was getting into. But so long as he maybe got a couple of drink breaks and some electrolytes, he should be fine to take to the task. It reminded him of his honeymoon, though that was nothing like this.

Lucifer certainly wasn't getting a little grooming bath the last time, for starters. Despite the tickling and how much of a mess he was in all manners of ways at the moment, he did his best to rouse his wings and shudder off grass and dirt.

Then he wiggled the blond ears he'd made, dappled like the patterns he'd made down his back and wings. "Whatcha think? I feel like it was appropriate for the occasion~"

With all of the guards down, Alastor just grumbled happily, tail waggling as he nuzzled his doe. Those ears... they were so soft, so pretty... the fur with the faint spots... adorable.

"You are... so beautiful, Lucifer..." the beast growled, voice still layered thick under radio crackle and husky desire. Could he be even closer? Hold his doe tighter, fill him more...?

With an affectionate grumble, Alastor wrapped his hands around his doe and leaned back, sitting up with his doe in his lap and hugged close against his scarred, fluffy chest.

The new position was so comfy, huddled up against a fluffy chest like this. Pardon him while he lets himself nestle, suitably cozied up with a grin. With a shift of his knees, he was properly straddled.

His eyes warmed with those words, but he couldn't help the small slip of a forked tongue between his lips. "Hmhm- aren't I just~?"

Right. Sin of Pride.

But his claws reached for and weaved their way through the chest fluff. Held like this, his heart fluttered in his chest as he dipped his hips, a slow and deliberate shift to bring Alastor to the hilt inside of him again. Still so tender from not one but two climaxes already, it was more than enough to have him purr.

"But you'll get me looking even better after all of this..." He tipped his head, brushing the bottom lip of his much taller mate with a softer kiss before one of his hands settled at the back of his neck. Lucifer kept just a breath apart as he gently grabbed the reins, opted to ride in Alastor's lap in a way that savored every last inch, every spark of friction.

The beast was practically curled in on himself, nuzzling into the top of Lucifer's head, nuzzling the soft ears and golden hair. His hands wrapped around Lucifer's back, under his wings, holding onto those little hips so he could press himself up and into his mate's tiny body.

"Pretty... I'll b̶̩̈́ȑ̸̻e̵̹͛e̸͕͝d̴̠͌ ̴̻͑y̸̲̎o̷̰͌u̶̙͝.̷̫͑.̷̢̉.̸̯͂"̴̞̂

"...Allow me."

It was a pat at first, but then the muscle eased in behind it. Alastor had been working awfully hard, and with that nudge, Lucifer wordlessly bid him to ease right back and take a little breather... at least for a bit.

Besides, what's a little moss, dirt and mud? They can match.

But here he could shift his hips a little, and with hands propped against his chest, tongue poking out a bit for focus, he could find that pace and angle that... just... hit...

His wings shivered and his eyes closed, browline knit in focus as he rode. What could he say? The Doe wanted a turn...

The way the beast whined at Lucifer leaning him back and taking the reins was something Alastor, once out of the hormone haze, would be heinously embarrassed of. But the beast obeyed, hands still firmly grasping Lucifer's hips as he followed the pace his doe led him on.

This sight was... pretty... the ruffled feathers spread out in the atmosphere of the bog, lit by fireflies and ambient haze in an eerie, primal way. Alastor shifted his hips and legs, giving himself the leverage to thrust up and match Lucifer eagerly, unable to take the gesture to rest - or at least, unwilling.

Ohh, embarrassed, you silly deer... he was worthy of a little pampering, a little worship and one day he'll see it.

His eyes fluttered open when Alastor bore down and bucked, his grip tightening briefly as his breath caught. But his moment of surprise was gone in a blink before his eyes deepened to that red.

"Alright. Fine then." If Alastor was going to be naughty, so be it. With a huff that flew from between his teeth in ember-flecked steam, this Doe shifted the game: His pace left that gentle, playful rhythm. As he gripped down, claws curling in buck fur, he angled for something deep, something harder, abandoning pretense as he rode like they hadn't seen each other in weeks and had been pent up all along.

"I'll just have to drive you wild -first- this time, Sinner."

The embers and pace set Alastor to growling, and he started thrusting with equal vigor, his hands wrapping around Lucifer's thigh and waist as he feverishly rut up into this beautiful doe of his.

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The drive to round out that waist had the beast panting, breath steaming the air and fur bristling. His fur grasped so tightly in Lucifer's claws felt good, his body winding up quickly with how Lucifer was riding him.

"You fucking better."

Growled breathlessly through his teeth, his focus entirely on giving Alastor a show. His doe ears pinned back, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, he looked a mess but didn't seem phased.

In fact he eased his head back, using those fistfuls of Alastor's fur as reins. His tail wound around the one of his wrists, a covetous grip just as those claws were against his own thigh and waist.

Already so overstimulated, his body's fuse felt short, ready to all but burst. But, no... no, he'd get this...

More, more, he had to give his doe more! Alastor growled with each thrust, the feeling of Lucifer engulfing him driving him closer to the edge of orgasm that was the sole focus and goal of his brain. BREED...

There's no restraint or attempts to play coy and draw things out from Alastor as he orgasms again, gripping tightly around Lucifer's waist to hold him still, to pour every bit as deep as it'll go for the third time. Third of probably many, many more times.

The growl rolls down into a satisfied grumble, almost a purr as Alastor's grip loosens and cradles Lucifer more gently, his vision still full of white sparks of pleasure.

A brow furrowed in focus. His body begged for release, but he all but scruffed it and told it to pipe down. He wanted one more... just one more, and then he could-

Strength met strength, and Lucifer was held still. He squirmed a bit, but couldn't mask the way his breath hitched at the sensation. He could feel that one, and his grip upon that sweet little edge in his mind enfeebled, sent him tumbling undone.

The king shuddered hard, left short of breath, wobbling just a little upon his perch. Alastor's gentle hold was appreciated, braced with both hands as he just let these waves of pleasure sail.

He's got this. It was wild, weird, amazing... he could definitely handle this. As he eased himself down to lay atop Alastor's stomach, let himself curl a bit, he allowed himself just a little breather.

But just a little one! He wasn't about to become a slouch.

Lucifer, however, must have only read a condensed version of how things work. Either that, or he didn't exactly factor in the Sinner aspect, or even the 'Alastor the Satan-damned Radio Demon' aspect. Though he left a note to be found, speaking of taking a little trip and that he'd be back in a couple of days, Lucifer wasn't entirely aware of just how much time had passed.

That, and he never really asked.

For a time he never bothered to fathom, Lucifer was the Doe that would wake up earliest after rest periods and would spring off to devise ways through the bayou. He wanted to explore it, see how in-depth Alastor had made it, but at the same time work out paths he could use to make things a little tougher on the Buck each day. But at the end of each chase, the Buck would not be denied. At the end of each day, the Doe was thoroughly seeded.

Today, he awoke early as usual. But rather than spring up and set off without a word, he sat up and felt his body screaming. Little naps and even full rests under the tree canopies and dancing fireflies were no longer cutting it. Even with all of his power, he had his limits, and there was only so long he would let himself be sore, dirtied, and overall messy.

So he plunked himself back down, back meeting the ground, before he half-heartedly swatted the back of his hand against the buck's hip.

"...I think..." He began, his voice croaking slightly from fatigue. "...I want a time-out. I need at least three baths. And a massage therapist. And coffee."

He tried again, and slowly sat up. "...What day is it...? How long have we been-?"

Each successive day, the hormones were settling more and more, and The Chase aside, more of Alastor's usual personality had slowly and gradually been showing, typically with little teases or boasts to egg on his doe.

This morning, though, Alastor felt as wrung out as a towel. And for the first time in... who knows how long, his head was mercifully clear.

"Hmm... difficult to say," Alastor replied - even under the heavy radio filter, his voice was hoarse. "I think we're both due to stop. I think enough weeks have passed that the rut's run its course," he grumbled, slow to sit up. Fucking hell. Hopefully Lucifer would be more than sated for at least a month, Alastor didn't even want to think of it for a long time. "A bath sounds perfect," he concurred, snapping to zip them out of the bayou and into his even more meticulously hidden away bath - he didn't trust a single resident of the Hotel to not walk in on him. Ignoring the crackling of bones, the burn of the chafing soreness, and the deep muscle ache, Alastor stood to start running the bath.

"Wee-!?" He paused, eyebrows knit. Oh, fuck. Fuck, he should have made more notes.

What if Charlie thought he left entirely? What if she thought he'd gone back to his workshop and given up, and- and- and-

Ow. Ow, ow, fucking ow. Nope. He was too damn sore both inside and out to even start spiraling today. He rubbed his smarting lower back, but started with an owlish blink when magic melted the world around them and a-ZIP they went, to-

"Oh. Huh." He'd never seen this room before. Curious enough to want a better peek, Lucifer forced himself up onto his hooves. He wobbled, but frantically called upon his cane to lean. He snatched a towel from nowhere onto his waist for modesty.

He tried milling around, anything to get the blood flowing, do something to encourage life back into his body again. Fuck's sake... even Lilith's strap-ons didn't give him a run for his money this badly. But then again, they rarely had... marathons.

Alastor snorted a bit - for every bit of soreness and pain he felt, Lucifer had been on the brunt end of it all.

"Though I am not surprised that you survived such an embarrassing and prolonged event, my deer, it would behoove you to let me take the reins until your body gets the rest it's been denied this whole time," he joked a bit.

The way he moved definitely failed to belie his age. When he pressed a hand to the small of his back and gave it a good pop, the grunt was definitely one of a guy who'd been through the wringer.

"Eh, well-! I just haven't had a... rrrodeo... in a while." He ended the observation with a little chuckle.

He paused, stared. He did note even before everything that he found the while thing embarrassing. He added quietly: "...It's all fine, Cher."

Buuuut after a beat, he polished his claws off on his chest. "Your concern for me is rather touching, however. You big softie."

"I commend you for keeping at it for so long!" He chuckled. He knew that Lucifer had every capability of restraining the demon if he wanted.

With the water running hotter, Alastor plugged it with an old fashioned rubber plug before pulling hand towels to dampen under the tap and apply soap. "Nearly need to hose ourselves off before bothering to climb in the tub. Ugh, I look like a mess," Alastor fussed, starting to wipe away dirt off of himself and pry it from between his hooves in an overly fussy manner.

Oh yeah, that was definitely the normal Alastor.

That absolutely was. "Whoever said mud was good for the skin was a liar. But hey-"

He shifted his arms and a lime green hose line manifested, leading off into nowhere. Lucifer was grasping the end, however.

"If it's a hose-down you need..."

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